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Chapter 4 - Shopping Spree
🕑 Added 2018-03-31 23:50:11 +0000 UTC CHAPTER FOUR – Shopping SpreeNeena pulled a list from her purse as the glass doors of the shopping center down the street slide open. She felt a blast of air conditioning, and felt both relief to be out of the heat, and the slight rise of goosebumps on her exposed arms and shoulders. She did need to pick up a few key items for her apartment, and now was as good a time as any.
She headed into the home goods outlet, and easily found the few kitchenware items she’d been after. However, as she moved into the hardware section to find a small tool kit, which she hoped she’d be able to use to handle basic repairs that may be necessary in her new apartment, she quickly found herself beset upon by one of the retail staff.
A gawky guy of maybe 6’2”, before he even said a word, Neena found herself in his shadow, and could faintly feel the heat and scent of the uniformed young man’s breath on the back of her neck. He smelled like cigarettes and chow mein, and as he spoke, she recoiled.
“You look like you could use an expert. What are ya’ lookin’ for?” he leamed against the shelving in a conspicuous attempt at swagger. Neena stifled a laugh and kept her eyes on the rows of toolboxes before her.
“No, I think I’m doing just fine, thank you,” Neena turned away from him to pick up a small tool box.
“Planning on getting a gift for someone?” the floor attendant asked. “What kind of work was he planning to do?”
“No, it’s for taking care of my apartment. It’s for me,” she quickly turned back toward the employee, getting slightly irritated at the presumption she’d be buying a tool box for a man.
“Oh, my mistake. So you live alone?” he asked, which Neena noted was particularly unprofessional. As she tried to avoid scowling at him, she finally decided to take a quick glance below the belt to see what this guy was working with. She tried to avoid reacting in any noticeable way when she spotted what looked like rather long outline starting to rise against the denim of his baggy jeans. Her own appendage throbbed slightly in response, and she was quickly able to determine she was already bigger than this annoying clerk, despite the full foot in height he had on her. Realizing this suddenly emboldened her to finally push back.
“You know, li’l fella. I’ve got this covered. Why don’t you find another damsel in distress to dote on instead?” and Neena punctuated her dismissive tone with a wave of her hand.
“Uh, yeah. Sure. Good luck. Let me know if you need anything, I guess?” the young man said, someone confused as he wandered off to another aisle. Neena felt her huge penis swell as she realized what she’d done. Because of her diminutive size, she’d never much felt in the position to order people around, or even really assert herself the way she often thought she’d ought to. Now, with the added weight of the new appendage between her legs, she was confident in ways she’d never felt before. She beamed as she picked up a basic tool kit, checked it over to make sure it contained what she felt were essentials; adjustable wrench, needle nose pliers, a measuring tape, small hammer, vice grips, and a set of small flat & Philips head screwdrivers.
Neena grabbed a bag of screws and a box of nails on her way out, as well as a small saw and a roll of duct tape. Maybe I’ll be able to make some headway on putting the closet back in one piece when I get back, Neena thought as she lined up at the checkout counter.
“Did you find everything alright?” the cashier asked. She was a boxy woman, at least forty, and she began ringing up Neena’s items without delay. Neena passed her a tote bag to load up her purchases, but her attention was elsewhere.
“Yep, I think I’ve finally got everything sorted out,” Neena realized, staring past the cashier at couple of teenagers making out by a fountain outside the store. She couldn’t help but glance at his package, and not seeing anything impressive, turned her eyes to the girl, clad in shorts and showing smooth, toned legs extending below a tight, shapely behind. She wasn’t very top-heavy, though, and her eyes drifted up to watch their mouths meet in a prolonged kiss. It had been years since she’d been kissed, and she felt her panties dampen with lust and yearning at the idea of getting close to someone now.
“You’re all set – that’ll be forty eight sixty.” Neena handed the cashier a fifty and quickly scanned the store while awaiting her change. She caught a glimpse of the clerk who’d been chatting her up earlier as he peered over in her direction. Clearly, he hadn’t found any other girls amongst the aisles to capture his attention. What a creep, Neena thought as she received her change and exited the store to head home.
The walk home was distracting, as the heat had mounted, and she noticed a lot of girls had shed the extra layers and were moving about town in tank tops and shorts. By the time she reached her apartment building, between the bag of items she’d just purchased and the rock hard erection distorting her gait, she was barely able to make it up the stairs to her apartment. As she started up the first step, she was startled by the sound of the door next to the staircase opening suddenly.
“Oh, hello. You need any help with that?” the husband living in the bottom flat stepped out into the hallway, led by a scrambling Jack Russell terrier, clearly champing at the bit to go for a walk.
“That’s very kind, but I’m okay. Thanks! Plus, it looks like your dog isn’t in the mood to wait,” Neena politely declined. She realized if he took the bag, it would be a lot more difficult to explain away why she was walking the way she was, ascending the stairs with ten inches of rock hard dick trying to rip away from her thigh and through her stockings. Plus, the tote bag was helping her conceal her secret appendage, and she wasn’t willing to give it up.
“Yeah, you’ve got me there. Scuffy is a spastic little guy. He goes nonstop from sunrise. I wish I could take him out more often…” Neena smiled, thinking to herself, I’m getting to know the feeling… as her penis throbbed, demanding urgent attention. “I’m Lawrence, by the way. I know we haven’t formally met yet. Maybe you ran into my wife, Julie?”
Lawrence extended his free hand as Scuffy tugged the leash held in the other. Neena fumbled briefly with her tote to place it in her left hand, still attempting to cover her massive boner as she shook Lawrence’s hand lightly. “I think I saw her out here before I dropped off all my things on moving day, but we haven’t spoken yet. Good to meet you, though! I’m sure we’ll find a better time to catch up later,” she noted as Scuffy began tugging on the cuff of Lawrence’s pants.
“That’s for sure. Have a good day!” Lawrence turned to follow his dog, and Neena found herself checking him out as he headed for the park. Nice butt, she thought. Lawrence appeared a little older – mid thirties, still had good hair but was definitely on his way to grey. He had a thin face, cleft chin, and dark brown eyes. Neena had stolen a quick look at his crotch under the guise of looking at the dog, but she didn’t see anything worth mentioning in the pants he was wearing.
Her own situation, however, had reached a critical point – she could feel her leggings stretching to their limits, and as she fumbled with her keys to open her front door, the sensation of sticky droplets of pre-cum upon her right knee became distracting. With a twist and a shove, the door was open, and she quickly slammed it shut behind her. Dropping her bag of tools, she pulled her dress over her head as quickly as she could and leapt onto the bed, struggling to roll down her leggings to release her insistent appendage. Hunched over herself as she tugged at the now diabolically tight leggings, she finally got the fabric pulled down to her knees. She was quickly rewarded by her ten inch cock swinging upward and smacking her hard in the eye.
“Gah! Owww…” she fell back against her pillow, laughing at herself as the absurdity of her predicament fully sank in, counterpointed by her throbbing rod towering over her body. She cradled it between her hands, shaking her head in recognition of the situations her new toy was creating for her. I wonder how many guys have slapped themselves in the face with their own cock? Neena thought as she ran her fingers along the veins snaking from the base of her shaft toward the head. There were two in particular, one along the top reaching almost to the tip, and another along the right side which sank as it curved toward the underside, out of sight.
“Oh, wow! These veins are thicker than my finger!” she exclaimed to no one in particular as she held her pinkie finger up for comparison. “Where’s my phone, anyway?” Neena asked herself, fumbling for her purse in her search. As soon as she had her phone in hand, she turned it toward her new penis, beaming with pride and satisfaction. As she held her finger up against the vein again, this time she started snapping pictures, trying to capture the full grandeur of her massive meat from every angle. “It’s so huuuuuuge…” she moaned, and flipped over to video mode as she began squeezing her shaft as hard as she could and stroking slowly. She’d been on the edge since halfway through her walk home, so it was only a matter of moments before she felt the increasingly familiar sensation of her heavy testicles contracting. She watched through the screen of her phone as she captured each successive rope of cum spurt from the flaring tip of her thick, veiny dick.
This time, she was able to avoid making a mess on the bed, but almost the entirety of her load was now splattered across her chest and face. Some had made its way into her hair again, and she quickly stood up to rush to the shower before it dripped onto the bedspread. As her feet hit the ground, she wobbled, weak in the knees from the force of her orgasm. Guiding her way to the bathroom, bracing herself against the wall, she tried to catch globs of semen as they rolled down her taut stomach. I’m such a mess, Neena shook her head as she caught her reflection again, turning on the faucet and stepping into the shower.
Quickly rinsing the cum from her body, she ran a finger over the strands on her face, licking it clean. She lifted her balls out of the way, dangling low beneath her meaty shaft, now floppy and flaccid. But as she pressed two fingers gingerly beyond her labia, she felt a twitch and her cock rose slightly in response. Honestly, I don’t know how men get anything done… she pulled her hands away in a personal show of restraint, and shut off the water.
Drying off yet again, Neena migrated to the kitchen, where she quickly drank three glasses of water in succession. She took a deep breath, looking to her closet. More spacious, and much messier than she’d hoped, she carried the bag of tools over and placed everything carefully amidst her boxes. She threw her towel on the bed, and again, found herself naked before the lewd statue hidden within the secret space she’d found. She knew her discovery had changed everything, and she looked forward to prying more information out of Aunt Priya when she got back to town, because as the day had worn on and she’d ruminated further on the conversation they’d had yesterday, it was obvious this was by design, and her aunt definitely owed her some level of explanation. But in spite of herself and her reservations, Neena found herself kneeling down, and the small, tight crescents of her hindquarters resting upon the arches of her feet. She stretched out slowly toward the idol, and planted a soft kiss upon the enormous penis of the god before her.
“Thank you,” she whispered softly, and ran her hands along the legs of the god as she stood, suddenly feeling incredibly tired. She glanced at her bedroom clock – it was only 3:30 in the afternoon, but as soon as she stepped out of the closet, she plunged into her bed, and was drifting off within moments. As she faded from consciousness, a voice, with a timbre of satin and thunder, rang through her mind. The strength to give, as to receive…
As the words echoed, Neena found herself back in the shopping centre, dressed as she was an hour before, standing amidst aisles of tools. Turning around to get her bearings, she saw the idol, seated on a shelf at eye-level, still languidly lapping at the tip of its cock with its forked tongue.
“Back again? Couldn’t keep yourself away from me, could you?” a voice called out from behind Neena, and she whipped around to see the young clerk she’d snubbed earlier. He was standing closer now, and instead of the discomfort or anxiety she’d so often felt in the presence of men before, Neena finally felt a sense of control.
“That’s right. What’s your name, anyway?” She’d noticed at the store earlier he wasn’t wearing a nametag, which she thought was odd. Now that she was close enough to feel the heat of his breath on her head, she wanted to know a little bit more about this boy who had wandered into her day.
“Clark,” he said, reaching to brush Neena’s hair out of her eyes. Neena lifted a hand, halting him.
“Well, Clark. What was it exactly you wanted to help me with earlier?” she looked up at the young man, who now appeared more excited than he had earlier, and began fumbling over his words.
“Oh, uh… I wanted… weren’t you looking for tools? I was hoping to help you find what you needed,” he leaned on the shelf again, gesturing down the aisle.
“Is that all you wanted? It didn’t seem like it was…why don’t you tell me the truth?” Neena began to slowly step backward down the aisle away from Clark.
“No, you’re right. I wanted to know if you had a boyfriend. You looked so small and helpless, and I thought I could have some fun with you,” he slowly started after her, straying closer, nearly stepping on Neena’s toes as she slowly backpedaled.
“I seemed small and helpless, you think? First impressions can be deceiving, Clark. You wanted to have fun though – let’s have some fun,” Clark’s eyes widened as Neena picked up an item from the shelf beside her.
“…and what kind of fun did you have in mind with that…tape measure?” Clark asked, but Neena could already see where his mind was headed. The outline of his cock snaked down the leg of his khakis. It looked thin, but definitely longer than average, matching his stature and build.
“Unzip, Clark. I want to play a game, but first I need to see what you’re working with,” even though she was speaking slowly and deliberately, Neena’s heart started racing. Clark didn’t need to be told twice, and immediately began struggling to unbuckle his belt. She hadn’t actually seen Rick’s penis outside his pants, and this was the first time she’d felt a man this close to her in years. What she had in mind for Clark already had her panties soaked, and she could feel her penis growing with each beat of her heart. Within a few moments, it would sizeably outstrip Clark as it grew. She readied the tape measure as he unzipped his fly.
“Take it out, Clark,” Neena licked her lips as he tugged his pants down far enough to free his straining cock. As thin as it was, it looked incredibly long as it sprang upward. Clark had lifted his shirt as he’d pulled down his pants, and the shaft strained upward, nearly reaching his navel. Neena readied the tape measure and asked, “Have you measured it before, Clark?” Clark nodded. “How big was it last time you measured it?”
“Nearly eight inches, almost five around,” he said, with a hint of pride in his voice.
“Oh really? Well, I’m looking forward to seeing if I’ve gotten you more excited today,” Neena pressed the tape measure against the base of his shaft, extending the tape to the tip of Clark’s cock. “Well, Clark, it looks like you’ve outdone yourself. You’re a full eight inches right n…” as she spoke, Clark to a sharp breath and grunted.
“Ugh, oh God…” as Neena looked up at Clark, she felt a wet, sticky splat against her cheek. “…I’m so sorry.” Clark shot two more small ropes of cum at Neena, but both felt shorter, landing on her dress. His cock wilted in response, and fell to the 7” marker on the ruler.
“Wow, that was unexpected, and very, very underwhelming, Clark,” Neena shook her head at the one-shot wonder she’d just witnessed. “I barely touched you and you blew? Can this thing even get hard again?” Clark nodded vigorously, and Neena cocked her head at him, skeptical. “Okay, we’ll see if this does any good…” and Neena quickly clasped her lips around the tip of his cock. She barely had any experience performing fellatio from her time with Denny, but this time, she wasn’t aiming to please anyone but herself.
“Oh, god, that feels so good. I’ll be hard again in a minute, I promise.” Clark’s eyes rolled back in his head as Neena pulled the tip from her mouth. She held up the tape measure again – it read 6”. She grinned and put the semi-flaccid cock back in her mouth, doubling down on her efforts to swallow his whole shaft.
“Wow, you really know how to suck a cock. There’s so much pressure, so tight…” Neena felt Clark’s fingers running through her hair, and she released again, checking her progress. Clark’s head was lolling back, still, as she saw he was down to 3”. She greedily went back for more as she felt her own penis strain and stretch, now definitely reaching below her knee.
“Holy shit, I’ve never had a girl deepthroat me all the way to my balls before!” Clark looked down, seeing Neena’s lips nestled in his pubes. He grunted and groaned, and came again, only a few short minutes after his previous orgasm. This time, however, no mess was made, as Neena pulled hip lips away, sticking out her tongue to reveal Clark’s diminutive drop of sperm waiting to be swallowed. As Neena let the tape measure snap shut, Clark started screaming.
“WHAT THE FUCK!? What did you do to my cock, you bitch?” Clark shoved Neena to the ground, and stared down at his crotch, screaming. Where his thin eight inches had jutted out from his body mere minutes earlier, a stubby knob of less than half an inch remained, capped by a small hole at the tip where a tiny droplet of semen remained. “This can’t be happening… This must be a dream…” he stammered, zipping up his pants and backing away from Neena.
“You’re right, Clark. It is a dream. It’s my dream, and we’re playing my game. You said you wanted to have some fun…” Neena stood up, slowly reaching for her dress, inching the fabric higher and higher toward her hips, “…let’s have some fun.”
