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Chapter Three
🕑 Added 2018-02-21 23:00:01 +0000 UTC CHAPTER THREE – Lunch with a FriendNeena panicked, slamming the drawer shut. Ah, damn. What’s she doing here? Neena scrambled to pull on the leggings as an explanation came from the other side of her door.
“I stopped by your office but they said you were out sick. I thought I’d come check on you. Are you alright? I can grab some chicken soup from the café on the corner if you’re under the weather,” she said, muffled through the door, which Neena quickly glanced to check – okay, it’s locked. That’s a relief.
“Um, no, Mollie. That’s really thoughtful. I’m just getting dressed now, so gimme a sec,” Neena tugged up her leggings and scrambled to find a dress to pull over her head. She rifled through her closet, topless, her penis snugly packed down one leg of her tights, snaking down toward her knee. That one looks long enough, Neena thought as she grabbed a green sun dress, floral print, and pulled it over her head. It rested just below her knee, safely obscuring her new appendage from view. “Okay, coming!”
Neena fumbled with the locks and pulled open the door, “Hey there, Mollie. Sorry I forgot about lunch today. It’s been a…hectic morning.”
“Are you okay? Judy at your office said something was going around and you weren’t the only one out today. How are you feeling? You look flustered – are you feverish?” Neena took a deep breath, and smiled at Mollie’s expression of concern.
“No, I’m fine, I think. I just needed to take the day to collect myself. I had some serious unpacking to do, too,” Neena leaned against the doorframe, trying to steady herself and slow her heartrate after being startled.
“You want some help?” Mollie asked, peering into the apartment from behind the door, seeing some cardboard boxes strewn around the room, “Um, can I come in?”
Neena slapped her forehead, “Oh, of course! Sorry, I don’t know where my head is today.” She pulled the door open and Mollie stepped inside. They’d met in college, and though Mollie was a lot more outgoing, they’d bonded over their joy of reading and general disinterest in men. However, Mollie also made a much…larger impression with them. She was dirty blonde with loads of freckles, a few inches taller than Neena at around 5’4”, but she had a much thicker frame. Her lack of interest in men was unfortunate, because they always took an interest in her – her huge breasts all but guaranteed this. She may not have had the tightest body in the world, but a set of 34G breasts never went unnoticed, no matter how conservatively she might decide to dress. Neena hadn’t ever thought too much of her friend’s assets, besides sometimes being a point of derision when discussing their mutual frustration with the opposite sex.
“Oh, it doesn’t look so bad in here. Looks like you’re mostly done,” Mollie took off her hoodie and did a quick lap around the apartment. She stretched her arms wide, and pointed out, “Looks like there’s plenty of space at the new digs for lil’ ol’ you, Neena.”
“Yeah, it’s certainly spacious,” Especially the closet, she smirked to herself. “I made some headway over the weekend. Yesterday was just a rough start to the week, and I uh…” Neena trailed off as Mollie turned back towards her. At the sight of her chest straining against her t-shirt, she felt a surge of blood rush to her cock. “Why don’t we go grab some food? I need to get out of here and get some food in my system.” Mollie pulled her sweatshirt back on, and Neena sighed.
“Yeah, you look like you haven’t eaten in days. Then again, you always look that way,” Mollie gave Neena a light punch on the shoulder, and they both giggled.
Neena locked up, and they both headed down the street to the café at the corner of her new block. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, Neena? You look like you’re having trouble walking.” It was true, Neena hadn’t left the apartment yet, and she’d spent the last eighteen hours mostly naked. Now that she was walking down the block, she was trying to find her stride. It turned out, even with her monster package safely tucked away in her tights, having a giant set of balls hanging between her thighs required some adjustments to her regular uninterrupted, thin-legged gait.
“Yeah, I’m good. It’s nice to get out of the house, actually,” Neena realized, as they walked, they’d passed about half a dozen guys, and she’d scoped out the bulge on each. Even though some of them were a full foot taller than she was, looking at their packages, she felt much bigger than she had when she headed out for dinner the previous night. She smiled at Mollie as she pushed open the door to the café.
“What is it? You’re acting different today,” Mollie cocked her head to the side as they walked in. She’d always had pretty good intuition, as long as Neena had known her, and since graduating, she’d carved out a burgeoning career as an artist – a sculptor, to be specific. As much as she might dislike men, her work did not betray this, and her hyper-physical portrayals of human forms had helped her pay the bills – sex sells. Neena had been to some of her gallery showings, and until her experiences of the previous day, she’d never quite been able to find the appeal before, but now, the extremity of her depictions was quickly beginning to make an immense amount of sense to her.
“It’s hard to explain. I think the change of scenery has been good for me. My job even has it’s…benefits,” her penis throbbed slightly as she thought about her dream the previous night and the process of rubbing away Rick’s bulge. They sat in a small booth by the window, and Marla, the shift manager, came around to their table with a pair of menus. Marla was likely in her early fifties, rail-thin, tall, and tattooed. Her appearance indicated a far harsher demeanor than her personality revealed.
“Two meals in a row, dear? Looks like you’re becoming a regular down here awfully fast,” Marla smiled as she filled their water glasses.
“It’s too convenient not to make a habit of it, Marla,” Neena took a quick glance at the menu and pointed, “I’ll have the soup and salad combo.”
“French onion, cream of mushroom, or chicken noodle?” Marla asked.
“Chicken noodle, I think,” Neena grinned at Mollie. “It sounded pretty yummy when you mentioned it, actually. Oh, and Greek salad, please.”
“Got it. And you, dear?” Marla nodded at Mollie. After a few moments of perusing the menu, Mollie came to a conclusion.
“It’s pretty toasty in here – something cold sounds nice. How about a vanilla milkshake and a club sandwich?” Mollie concluded, unzipping her hoodie and pulling it down from her shoulders. Neena couldn’t help but stare, and she felt her cock start snaking its way down her leggings in response. Her t-shirt was a yellow v-neck, and she was clearly wearing a bra of a darker color beneath it.
“Coming up! You girls sit tight for a few, and it’ll be right out,” Marla headed for the kitchen to place their orders, and Molly began to deepen her casual interrogation.
“So you’re not sick? Even in school, I don’t remember you being the type to play hooky, Neena,” Mollie pressed the issue. Neena raised her line of sight to both appear thoughtful and avoid staring at Mollie’s huge tits.
“No, I feel great, actually. It’s like I’ve just begun to realize how much I’ve been missing out on over the last few years,” Neena introduced the principle of radical lifestyle changes in the most subtle way she could figure out.
“What do you mean? Did you find yourself a cult to join, or are you ready to start dipping your toes in the dating pool?” Mollie sounded simultaneously aghast and anticipatory.
“Definitely not a cult – maybe the latter, though. I’m just not sure what I’m looking for, but I think I’m ready to start looking,” Neena admitted to her friend.
“Well, let’s start with the basics; male or female?” Mollie grinned.
“Mollie!” Neena shushed her, looking around the café to ensure no one was paying attention to their conversation.
“What? That’s the place to start. So either you find a guy with a small enough prick for you, or…you start scouting for the other team,” Mollie winked at Neena, who suddenly conjured up a mental image of Rick’s new pencil dick and thought about him bending her over and trying to satisfy her with the remainder of his manhood. She visibly blushed, and Mollie took notice. “So which is it, Neena? You’re goal-oriented – this is just a new sort of goal for you.”
“Well, there’s a guy at work who’s pretty cute, and clearly not a dunce or anything…” Neena shrugged, trailing off.
“…and really, you want him dipping his pen in your company ink?” Mollie looked skeptical, holding one hand in an A-Ok sign and rapidly thrusting her pinkie back and forth in the hole with the other.
“Seriously, Mollie? Can we be a little more mature about this, please?” Neena pleaded, mortified with embarrassment as she felt her cock harden and press further down toward her knee.
“You know what, you’re right. If you want a mature, emotionally fulfilling relationship, you really ought to just dispense with the idea of men entirely, Neena. I highly recommend it,” Mollie leaned forward as she said this, quietly, revealing even more cleavage to Neena’s line of site, which made her twitch with discomfort as her penis pressed against her knee.
“…and why is that?” Neena’s curiosity mounted alongside her arousal. The heat between her legs was almost unbearable.
“You know I’ve never been a big fan of…boys,” at this moment, Mollie noticed a guy passing by outside the window nudge his buddy and nod at her chest. She instinctively raised her hand and turned away from the street view, shielding her breasts from further ogling. “Ugh, see what I mean? They’re animals. Most the time, I wish these stupid things weren’t so big, but I don’t think I could ever go through with a reduction. The idea of surgery seems a bit extreme to me.”
“I know I don’t get the same kind of attention, but I definitely don’t like being made to feel like prey to be caught, and that’s what it’s like with most guys, most the time. I understand where you’re coming from, at least from a different position. It just feels like I’m dodging prowlers and creeps…” Neena reflected back upon the last few years since Denny, and she finally understood, with her new asset, she’d wouldn’t have to worry about being scared by men the same way – if anything, she now had a good reason to make them scared of her. The thought gripped her mind, which was becoming foggy again as blood detoured into her crotch, “You know what? I’ve gotta hit the restroom. Be right back,” Neena’s penis ached painfully as she edged her way out of the booth.
Neena stood up with care, and hobbled toward the bathroom, trying to walk as normally as possible with a ten inch erection straining her leggings. “Are you sure you’re okay, Neena? You look like you’re limping,” Molly noted with concern.
“Yeah, my leg just, uh, fell asleep. I’ll be back in a minute,” Neena continued to the bathroom. Fortunately, the café was small enough, it merely had one single-stall unisex unit, and it was mercifully vacant. She quickly latched the door, twisting the lock on the doorknob, and exhaled deeply as she turned to the mirror and lifted her dress. She was confronted by a much more extreme sight than she’d anticipated. Ten inches of flesh strained fiercely against her tights as the head of her penis twitched with anticipation. She hadn’t noticed it at the time, but precum had been dripping from the tip, and had left sticky stains by her knee.
She slowly rolled down her leggings, which allowed her cock to spring upward. It was throbbing, rock hard, and Neena could think of nothing else besides seeking orgasmic relief and subduing her new favorite appendage. She started feverishly rubbing it with both hands, aiming the tip over the sink. Attempting to avoid making drawing any attention to herself, she suppressed her moans of pleasure, biting her lip as she watched herself in the mirror, flogging the length of her shaft faster than she’d previously thought possible. Every time she touched herself, it seemed as though she was discovering new sensations.
Her thoughts turned to Mollie’s huge breasts and the depths of her cleavage, and she felt a pang of guilt in her rapture, recognizing she’d never felt this way before, particularly about a friend, let alone a girl. She shuddered as she imagined ripping her v-neck off and sticking her huge cock between the massive mounds of flesh her friend possessed on her chest. The mental picture was too much, and she felt her testicles contract. “Uuuuugggghmmmm!” Neena let out a muffled groan as her cockhead spurted, “gah! Not again…” she watched the first jet of cum slap against the mirror and start streaking down toward the sink. She was able to aim the remaining ropes into the basin of the sink, and avoid making the same scale of mess she’d made in her apartment.
“Oh, my… I’ve got to get things thing under control,” Neena milked one last large drop of cum from the tip of her penis and sucked it from her thumb with a swell of delight. She let herself soften as she wiped the mirror with toilet paper, and rinsed out the sink. As she quickly scrubbed, her huge flopping dong bobbed outside her leggings. She was soon satisfied the bathroom didn’t look any worse for wear from her recent mess, and she turned to pull up her leggings and leave.
As she leaned over, she felt tension in her bladder, and remembered why she told Mollie she was coming in here in the first place, “Oh, right. Let’s see how many other tricks I can do with this bad boy,” she smiled, satisfied, as she turned to the toilet. With one hand gripping midway down the shaft, she took aim for the first time and felt a stream of liquid flow down the length of the shaft. The sensation was very different from orgasm, but felt sublime. Oh, wow! There’s so much! Neena was amazed by the volume of fluid, even as dehydrated as she was from cumming so many times since last night. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she let out a long sigh, and after what seemed like an eternity to her, Neena felt the flow subside to a trickle. She gave her seven inch softie a few long shakes, and finally decided to pull up her leggings and let her dress drop to cover the snake she was doing her best to hide.
She turned to wash her hands, and couldn’t help but grin at herself in the mirror with a new sense of satisfaction. The face she was making was an expression unlike any other she’d ever worn, and she as she dried her hands, she wondered how she’d be able to go back to the office tomorrow and pretend nothing had changed for her. What’s happening to me? I don’t know how I’m supposed to keep this a secret indefinitely. She took a deep breath and opened the door, heading back to her table.
“Hey, the food showed up while you were in there. I hope you don’t mind that I got started. I’m starving,” Mollie said, taking a long slurp from her milkshake. Neena’s salad and soup awaited her on the other side of the table.
“No, of course not. I can’t blame you. I suddenly feel like I haven’t eaten in days,” Neena punctuated with long gulp of water and began digging into her salad. “I don’t remember being this hungry. We might need to order dessert next, you know…”
Mollie laughed, “Hey, go for it. You always look like you could use a few extra pounds. Too bad you can’t borrow a few of mine!” Mollie patted her stomach and giggled, and Neena couldn’t help but notice her breasts jiggling in response. God, it just doesn’t stop. What is wrong with me? Neena laughed quietly, and started shovelling through her soup. It was just watch she needed, but she wanted more.
After a few minutes of idle banter about Mollie’s upcoming exhibit pieces and a loft party she’d gone to with a new girl she’d met a couple weeks back, Marla came around to check on them. “How is everything, ladies? Anything else I can get for you two?” she refilled their water – Neena’s glass was completely empty.
“Blackberry pie?” Neena asked.
“You got it. With ice cream?” Marla replied. Mollie nodded approvingly and winked.
“Sure, why not?” Neena felt as though she was probably overdue for a little excessive behaviour, and today was as good a day as any to start. No, it’s proven better by far, she admitted to herself, and she vowed to make the most of it.
After lunch had concluded, the two women parted ways. Before Mollie turned to head back to her studio, she gave Neena a kiss on the cheek and hug, as she often did when they said their goodbyes. This time, however, Neena squeezed her harder than usual, enjoying the sensation of her voluminous breasts pressed against her slender frame.
“You sure you’re feeling alright? I can walk back with you if you want, you know,” Mollie looked at Neena inquisitively as she let go.
“No, I’m fine, Mollie! I’m actually going to go out and pick up a couple things for the new place. I’ve got a little thinking to do, and it sounds like you’ve got your hands full prepping for your next opening,” Neena held Mollie by the shoulders at arms’ length, looking at her with an undeniable warmth.
“Yeah, you’ve got that right… you’ll be there, I hope?” Mollie paused for Neena’s answer.
“Wouldn’t miss it for the world,” she smiled and turned, giving her bulge a quick adjustment through her dress as she started down the street in the opposite direction.
END OF CHAPTER THREE
