TheNewApartment
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Chapter One
🕑 Added 2018-01-21 15:49:47 +0000 UTC "Hey, can you scan these contracts? I need to send them to our office in Bangkok, as soon as possible."The small thud of a stack of papers hitting her desk made Neena glance up from her laptop screen, but she quickly averted her eyes as she replied, "Yes, sure, Rick. I'll send them over before the end of the day." The heat of his body and the conspicuous bulge in the front of his slacks was unavoidable, with his hips at eye level in front of her desk.
"Thanks, Neena. You're a lifesaver." Rick winked quickly and shot Neena a winning smile as he turned back toward his office, missing the blush of her cheeks, for which she was grateful. It never ends, she thought. Without fail, each day, like some form of extended, passive torture, Neena would look up from her desk to see Rick's massive package straining against the front of his pants, sometimes nearly resting on the edge of her desk. Rick was at least six feet tall, and certainly not slight of build, but Neena couldn't help but notice the bulge she'd had to face each day looked disproportionately large, even for his frame.
Neena, however, was so slight of build she avoided going out in strong winds for fear of being blown about. She'd grown up to be the smallest member of a large family, and she had always felt like she receded into the background at almost every function. No doubt, her own perception of her small stature reinforced her proclivity towards being a wallflower, and since graduating from university, she'd taken little opportunity to broaden her social horizons, and certainly ignored the hungry eyes of men. She'd ventured down that road once before, and it didn't go as she'd hoped. Her thoughts turned to Denny, the only boy she'd ever really been with.
Her mind wandered as she fed page after page into the scanner. She'd been a freshman, smaller then than now, even, despite how hard it might be to picture. Denny was an upperclassman, and at least when they first started dating, was very sweet to her. He'd met her in the library, which was one of the only places she spent time in public outside of her classes and meals with her few friends. She was sitting at a carrel, when he came by asking if she'd seen a book (which he must've also seen, because it was conspicuously sitting on the top shelf of her carrel as she'd been working.)
Despite the obvious come-on, he'd impressed her with his intellect, and he was affable without being too cloying. He helped bring her out of her shell a little, and was even able to get her out to the occasional party in the few months they dated. It probably would've lasted longer if it weren't for his interest in more physical intimacy, and the sexual incompatibility they simply couldn't resolve.
What a disaster, she thought, briefly rubbing between her legs, aching at the memory. The first time she and Denny had attempted intercourse, he was gentle, and kind, but he just couldn't fit. He wasn't even all that big - perhaps six inches long, but fairly thick. Even at that, she couldn't take all of his length without bottoming out, and every attempt felt like it was ripping her open. It got to the point where Denny was so frustrated with their perpetual lack of mutual enjoyment and climax, he would simply pull out his penis and insist in cumming on her face each time he got aroused around her. Neena's inability to sexually satisfy her first real boyfriend was almost as traumatizing and demoralizing as the sexual encounters themselves, and they mutually broke it off before her sophomore year started. She focused on her studies instead of re-entering the dating scene.
Since then, she'd largely abandoned the idea of a healthy sexual relationship, and every penis seemed like a recipe for disaster, despite how much she might find appeal in the man attached to it. There was nothing wrong with Rick - he was friendly, helpful, intelligent, and easy to look at, except for the huge bulge in his pants, which set her heart racing with anxiety and filled her with dread.
...but the end of the day approached, and Neena kept her head down, finished the remaining scans, and sent them off, sneaking out with a perfunctory goodbye to Rick and her other office mates. Fortunately, she only had a fifteen minute walk back to her new apartment - unfortunately, most of it was uphill, so when it was hot out (which today, it was) Neena ended up in need of a nice, cool shower.
The apartment marked a recent stroke of good luck since Neena graduated. Even though she'd studied diligently and received a degree in Biology, she was very shy and hadn't had much luck in asserting herself to land anything beyond entry-level admin work. It wasn't exciting, but she had been able to pay her own bills, and it kept her parents from trying to insert themselves too much in her, since they weren't footing the bill. They were still regularly reminding her to find a good man and settle down, which she knew wouldn't cease until she was finally married off and making grandchildren. The thought made her stomach clench.
But, luckily, the last time her Aunt Priyanka was in town, she'd mentioned her new job, and after a few minutes of discussing the details learned her Aunt had recently invested in a small rental property nearby. Aunt Priya always seemed to have had it together, Neena thought, as she opened the door to her new place. It was a one bedroom with a small kitchen, with a large wine rack mounted in the cupboard. (The perfect place for a young single girl in the city, Priya had told Neena with an eager nod.) It was also newly furnished, as her aunt had done some rennovations before moving anyone in. There was a young couple living in the bottom flat, but she hadn't met any of the other tenants in the floor above since she'd moved in on Friday.
She set down her bag, took a deep breath, and wiped her brow with the back of her arm. Just absolutely sweltering today, she thought, peeling her shirt off as she kicked off her shoes, I can't wait to cool down and kick back with a book.
She tugged down her pants and slipped into the small bathroom, pulling back the glass door and kicking on the water. Chucking her underwear aside in the hamper along with the rest of her clothes, she stepped into the cool stream of water, sighing audibly.
After a few minutes, Neena crept back onto the hardwood floor of her bedroom, and tried to remember where she'd put some of her clothes. I really should finish unpacking, she reminded herself as she pulled open the closet door. She pulled her towel off, revealing her slender frame, hip bones protruding slightly opposed a pert behind with enough curve to for anyone walking behind Neena to know they were checking out a girl. She had a tiny waist, and long, dark hair still wet, draped over her shoulders across her petite breasts, which (Neena had always woefully noted) had stayed quite as petite as the rest of her, barely filling out an A-cup. But now, she wrapped up her wet hair with the towel, and began searching the boxes on the floor of the closet for the few bras she owned and rarely needed.
Trying to pull a stack of boxes out of the closet, Neena leaned against the back of the closet for leverage, when she heard a sudden crack, and slipped out from under herself, legs flailing out the closet door and towel coming unfurled on the floor. As she straightened herself off, scuffed and irritated, she realized what the crack had been. The rear wall of the closet had snapped in half vertically and caved inward. Oh, damn! Aunt Priya is going to be pissed - she'd just fixed this place, Neena thought as she scrambled to pull the pieces of the wall back into place and create a semblance of repair.
But as she attempted to arrange the two pieces of the wall, it became apparent there was something more beyond the first closet. She could see something shining, maybe two feet tall, in the faint light coming through from her bedroom. So, instead of trying to pull the two halves of the wall out of the cavity and back into place, she folded them both inward, slowly pushing them to meet the side walls and clearing open the back of the closet. As the pieces of wall fell into place it became clear what she thought she saw shining was a statue in what looked like a small hidden shrine. Neena started pulling the boxes out to get a better view, thinking to herself, I'm going to need another shower after all this.
When she'd pulled all the boxes out of the way and turned on the closet light, she then shoved her hanging clothes aside and could clearly see the back of a statue. She couldn't tell which god it was, so she reached down, and with all the strength she could muster from her small body, she swung the statue around, and gasped in shock as she fell backward. The statue she'd found was probably over two feet tall, and depicted a seated god she'd never seen before in any other shrine. It had the head of a woman, and large globular gold breasts to match, but Neena leaned forward to kneel down in front of it to be sure she was seeing everything right - as she scarcely believed her eyes.
Just as it had seemed, there appeared to be a enormous penis shaft snaking up between the huge, round breasts of the statue, with the long, thin tongue of the statue lolling out of the god's mouth, nestled in the tip of the penis. The statue may have only been two feet tall, but the lingam (the proper name for the penis of a Hindu god) was at least eighteen inches long and certainly the focal point of the shrine. A giant set of testicles rested on the shins of the statue's folded legs, and below, a plaque, which Neena had to lean down further to read in the light of the closet. Her Hindi was a bit rough, and it was hard to make out in the dim light at such a low angle, but it read as follows:
Whomever kneels before me,
bearing themselves fully within my sight
shall enter my world of glee
to live as you please and take by night
Neena felt a shiver run up her spine and bolted upright. Suddenly very aware of her nakedness, she grabbed her towel from the floor and backed out of the closet, searching for her phone. A minute later, she was waiting as it rang.
"Yeah, Aunt Priya? Oh, where are you? I'm sorry to call so early, then. I hope you're enjoying the trip. Um, I don't want to interrupt with bad news, but I accidentally leaned on the closet wall in the flat, and it caved in. I know you just renovated, and I don't want you to think I'm not taking care of the place, but..." Neena was cut off abruptly by her aunt.
"Oh! It's fine, dear. I can get the contractors to fix it if it's giving you trouble."
"Thanks, but no, that's not all. I wanted to ask, did you inspect this apartment before you let it out?"
"Of course, Neena. I wouldn't have bought the place if I hadn't gone through every detail... why?" Priya seemed to be urging her niece to finish her story, but her tone had a hint less of impatience than anticipation.
"Um, well, I found this really, really weird statue. It looks like someone installed a shrine behind the wall, and somehow it was boarded up. There's a statue in there, and it's really heavy, so I thought the gold might be real."
"What's the statue of?" Neena blushed, even over the phone, as she stared back toward the closet. Really? How am I supposed to explain THAT? For some reason, to Neena, it sounded almost like her aunt was trying not to laugh.
"Um, it's like, a fertility god or something. None I've ever seen before. It's really, really obscene, Aunt Priya..." she could hear Priya burst out laughing, and Neena blushed even harder.
"Lucky you! Maybe now you'll find yourself a man, or something even better! I told you it was a good place for a single girl in the city." Neena was confused - something even better?
"Wait, what do you mean?" she pressed her aunt.
"Did the statue have anything written on it, was there anything else around?" her aunt asked eagerly.
"Um, a little plaque at the bottom, but that was it. Did you know about this all along?" asked Neena, getting increasingly flustered and embarrassed.
"Well, it sounds like you just got a gift from the gods. Just keep the rest of the apartment until I come back around town, and then we'll see what to do with it. It sounds like it's too heavy to lift anyway," Priya instructed.
"...it is," Neena affirmed, suspiciously. "When are you coming back to town, Aunt Priya?"
"Oh, I'm not sure yet. Business is just that... busy. You get some rest, and we'll talk when I'm back. Sweet dreams!"
"Yeah, thanks. Have a good day," and with that, Neena ended the call, looking cautiously back into the closet to see if the obscene statue was still really there. It seemed to stare back at her as its tongue lewdly lapped at the bulbous tip of its penis, and Neena had to close the door, feeling very queasy and anxious at the site of it.
She quickly got dressed and decided to go out for dinner, which she rarely made a habit of, but now that she was living in her aunt's building, she was saving a fair bit more money on her rent. She took a book and planned to eat alone at a small cafe around the corner, but Neena just couldn't seem to focus. The image of the statue seemed seared into her mind's eye, and as she looked around the restaurant, and out the window to the sidewalk, she kept catching herself staring at the men and women around her, comparing her tiny chest to the busts of the women around her, without exception more endowed and curvaceous. As men walked down the sidewalk, she couldn't help her eyes drifting towards their crotches. None as big as Rick, though, she mentally noted before blushing and burying her nose back in her book, trying to avert her eyes and avoid catching attention for her obvious gawking.
As soon as she returned home, she realized how emotionally exhausting the whole day had been. Within ten minutes, she'd washed up, brushed her teeth, and her head was hitting the pillow, dropping into an almost instant slumber in her new bed.
...but her mind drifted out of consciousness and her dreams took her back to the office. Except this time, she was sitting at her desk in nothing but her nightclothes, and felt very exposed. She realized the statue stood in the corner of the room, watching her from atop the filing cabinet, perpetually suggestive and aroused. She felt her own arousal mount, and her underwear started to soak through, before turning to see Rick resting his massive package on the corner of her desk.
"Hey there, Neena. You're looking awfully relaxed tonight," Rick said, as he staring into her eyes. This time, in her dream, Neena didn't look away. She stared back at him, swiveling her chair to face him, and without glancing down, reached out toward his trousers. She didn't unzip them, though. She just started rubbing the mound in front of his hips with both hands. "I didn't expect THAT!" Rick gasped, as Neena smiled and finally glanced down. She was then transfixed, and the motion of her hands seemed to have anchored Rick in place. He moaned as she rubbed and squeezed. It feels like kneading dough, Neena thought, and she started mashing his cock down against his body as if trying to flatten the bulge out. Her panties felt soaked, and the waistband started to feel tighter as she kept mashing his giant dick down against his body. Rick's moans turned from those of pleasure to pain as Neena worked her hands along his package, and she realized, as she grew ever hotter, wetter, and tighter below her waist, his bulge was actually flattening out across the front of his pants. She leaned over the desk and pulled Rick's waistband away from his body to get a good look at the monster she'd been hiding her eyes from since she started at her job. Her mouth dropped open as she saw what hung between Rick's legs - a pencil-thin prick as long as her pinkie finger, and two marble-sized testicles shriveled tightly against his body. Neena leapt as Rick screamed in horror.
"NOOOOO! Noooooo, no! What did you dooooooo!?" and he grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her madly, violently. Neena began to scream as well, and closed her eyes, feeling a jolt.
She came to consciousness in her bed, in the dark, her body convulsing against the mattress, which was soaked in sweat and...sticky?
She leaped up to go to the bathroom, but felt oddly heavy and off-balance as she hit the floor. Her hand wandered to her panties, which were soaked, but as she continued toward her clit, her hand just kept grasping flesh. Her eyes widened, to no avail in the dark, and she raced to the bathroom, swiping on the lights. Her vision went white, and she cried out at the brightness, but all the while she felt thick, warm flesh slapping against her thighs. As her sight returned, she still didn't have time to process what she was now seeing in the mirror before her. A huge, vein-riddled python of a cock was hanging, throbbing slightly with each heartbeat, between Neena's legs, darker than her own skin tone - nearly black, it seemed. It had ripped through her panties, and a trail of white fluid was dripping toward the floor from its fat head.
Oh my god, is that what it looks like? Neena clasped her hands over her mouth and leaned back against the wall, which gave an even longer view of the whole dangling, meaty shaft. Is THIS what Rick has had in his pants? She grasped it lightly, looking back at herself in the mirror. In Rick's pants the bulge was conspicuous, and looked vaguely threatening every time Neena had to confront it at eye-level, even for a split second. Now, on her tiny body, the beastly piece looked unreal, like a prop, a practical joke. It didn't look human, and as Neena studied it, with each throb it began to grow in her hand. As she saw it rise above the counter top, she reached her other hand around it, and realized her fingers couldn't clasp around the thickening pole between her legs.
As the huge member came to full attention, reaching nearly as high as Neena's nipples, she finally came to notice the scrotum hanging below her new appendage, with testicles the size of small apples rising with each anxious clenching of muscles. Neena was horrified as she lifted her new balls with both hands, and felt the outrageous sensitivity. Her cock pulsed again and the tip flared as it filled further with blood. Once she'd raised her balls up along her shaft, stretching them within her scrotum to their limits, she realized her fingers brushed against her clit, and she felt a jolt of pleasure. Her penis rocked again at the sensation, and she slipped a finger inside herself, just to make sure her womanhood was still intact.
It was all too much, and she felt a surge along the length of her enormous shaft, and watched in awe
and horror as a six inch long jet of cum shot out of the tip of her penis and splattered against the mirror. No, no no! Stop! she thought, and gripped the shaft like a vice, trying to stop the next blast from emerging, but it wouldn't be detered, and leapt out, half as far again, puddling on the counter. The sensation was too much for Neena to bear, and as the next rope of semen shot forward and hit the edge of the counter, her hands rose to her head, eyes rolled back, and she fainted to the floor, with Rick's giant penis still spurting cum across the tile and the bathmat.
END CHAPTER ONE. "Hey, can you scan these contracts? I need to send them to our office in Bangkok, as soon as possible."
The small thud of a stack of papers hitting her desk made Neena glance up from her laptop screen, but she quickly averted her eyes as she replied, "Yes, sure, Rick. I'll send them over before the end of the day." The heat of his body and the conspicuous bulge in the front of his slacks was unavoidable, with his hips at eye level in front of her desk.
"Thanks, Neena. You're a lifesaver." Rick winked quickly and shot Neena a winning smile as he turned back toward his office, missing the blush of her cheeks, for which she was grateful. It never ends, she thought. Without fail, each day, like some form of extended, passive torture, Neena would look up from her desk to see Rick's massive package straining against the front of his pants, sometimes nearly resting on the edge of her desk. Rick was at least six feet tall, and certainly not slight of build, but Neena couldn't help but notice the bulge she'd had to face each day looked disproportionately large, even for his frame.
Neena, however, was so slight of build she avoided going out in strong winds for fear of being blown about. She'd grown up to be the smallest member of a large family, and she had always felt like she receded into the background at almost every function. No doubt, her own perception of her small stature reinforced her proclivity towards being a wallflower, and since graduating from university, she'd taken little opportunity to broaden her social horizons, and certainly ignored the hungry eyes of men. She'd ventured down that road once before, and it didn't go as she'd hoped. Her thoughts turned to Denny, the only boy she'd ever really been with.
Her mind wandered as she fed page after page into the scanner. She'd been a freshman, smaller then than now, even, despite how hard it might be to picture. Denny was an upperclassman, and at least when they first started dating, was very sweet to her. He'd met her in the library, which was one of the only places she spent time in public outside of her classes and meals with her few friends. She was sitting at a carrel, when he came by asking if she'd seen a book (which he must've also seen, because it was conspicuously sitting on the top shelf of her carrel as she'd been working.)
Despite the obvious come-on, he'd impressed her with his intellect, and he was affable without being too cloying. He helped bring her out of her shell a little, and was even able to get her out to the occasional party in the few months they dated. It probably would've lasted longer if it weren't for his interest in more physical intimacy, and the sexual incompatibility they simply couldn't resolve.
What a disaster, she thought, briefly rubbing between her legs, aching at the memory. The first time she and Denny had attempted intercourse, he was gentle, and kind, but he just couldn't fit. He wasn't even all that big - perhaps six inches long, but fairly thick. Even at that, she couldn't take all of his length without bottoming out, and every attempt felt like it was ripping her open. It got to the point where Denny was so frustrated with their perpetual lack of mutual enjoyment and climax, he would simply pull out his penis and insist in cumming on her face each time he got aroused around her. Neena's inability to sexually satisfy her first real boyfriend was almost as traumatizing and demoralizing as the sexual encounters themselves, and they mutually broke it off before her sophomore year started. She focused on her studies instead of re-entering the dating scene.
Since then, she'd largely abandoned the idea of a healthy sexual relationship, and every penis seemed like a recipe for disaster, despite how much she might find appeal in the man attached to it. There was nothing wrong with Rick - he was friendly, helpful, intelligent, and easy to look at, except for the huge bulge in his pants, which set her heart racing with anxiety and filled her with dread.
...but the end of the day approached, and Neena kept her head down, finished the remaining scans, and sent them off, sneaking out with a perfunctory goodbye to Rick and her other office mates. Fortunately, she only had a fifteen minute walk back to her new apartment - unfortunately, most of it was uphill, so when it was hot out (which today, it was) Neena ended up in need of a nice, cool shower.
The apartment marked a recent stroke of good luck since Neena graduated. Even though she'd studied diligently and received a degree in Biology, she was very shy and hadn't had much luck in asserting herself to land anything beyond entry-level admin work. It wasn't exciting, but she had been able to pay her own bills, and it kept her parents from trying to insert themselves too much in her, since they weren't footing the bill. They were still regularly reminding her to find a good man and settle down, which she knew wouldn't cease until she was finally married off and making grandchildren. The thought made her stomach clench.
But, luckily, the last time her Aunt Priyanka was in town, she'd mentioned her new job, and after a few minutes of discussing the details learned her Aunt had recently invested in a small rental property nearby. Aunt Priya always seemed to have had it together, Neena thought, as she opened the door to her new place. It was a one bedroom with a small kitchen, with a large wine rack mounted in the cupboard. (The perfect place for a young single girl in the city, Priya had told Neena with an eager nod.) It was also newly furnished, as her aunt had done some rennovations before moving anyone in. There was a young couple living in the bottom flat, but she hadn't met any of the other tenants in the floor above since she'd moved in on Friday.
She set down her bag, took a deep breath, and wiped her brow with the back of her arm. Just absolutely sweltering today, she thought, peeling her shirt off as she kicked off her shoes, I can't wait to cool down and kick back with a book.
She tugged down her pants and slipped into the small bathroom, pulling back the glass door and kicking on the water. Chucking her underwear aside in the hamper along with the rest of her clothes, she stepped into the cool stream of water, sighing audibly.
After a few minutes, Neena crept back onto the hardwood floor of her bedroom, and tried to remember where she'd put some of her clothes. I really should finish unpacking, she reminded herself as she pulled open the closet door. She pulled her towel off, revealing her slender frame, hip bones protruding slightly opposed a pert behind with enough curve to for anyone walking behind Neena to know they were checking out a girl. She had a tiny waist, and long, dark hair still wet, draped over her shoulders across her petite breasts, which (Neena had always woefully noted) had stayed quite as petite as the rest of her, barely filling out an A-cup. But now, she wrapped up her wet hair with the towel, and began searching the boxes on the floor of the closet for the few bras she owned and rarely needed.
Trying to pull a stack of boxes out of the closet, Neena leaned against the back of the closet for leverage, when she heard a sudden crack, and slipped out from under herself, legs flailing out the closet door and towel coming unfurled on the floor. As she straightened herself off, scuffed and irritated, she realized what the crack had been. The rear wall of the closet had snapped in half vertically and caved inward. Oh, damn! Aunt Priya is going to be pissed - she'd just fixed this place, Neena thought as she scrambled to pull the pieces of the wall back into place and create a semblance of repair.
But as she attempted to arrange the two pieces of the wall, it became apparent there was something more beyond the first closet. She could see something shining, maybe two feet tall, in the faint light coming through from her bedroom. So, instead of trying to pull the two halves of the wall out of the cavity and back into place, she folded them both inward, slowly pushing them to meet the side walls and clearing open the back of the closet. As the pieces of wall fell into place it became clear what she thought she saw shining was a statue in what looked like a small hidden shrine. Neena started pulling the boxes out to get a better view, thinking to herself, I'm going to need another shower after all this.
When she'd pulled all the boxes out of the way and turned on the closet light, she then shoved her hanging clothes aside and could clearly see the back of a statue. She couldn't tell which god it was, so she reached down, and with all the strength she could muster from her small body, she swung the statue around, and gasped in shock as she fell backward. The statue she'd found was probably over two feet tall, and depicted a seated god she'd never seen before in any other shrine. It had the head of a woman, and large globular gold breasts to match, but Neena leaned forward to kneel down in front of it to be sure she was seeing everything right - as she scarcely believed her eyes.
Just as it had seemed, there appeared to be a enormous penis shaft snaking up between the huge, round breasts of the statue, with the long, thin tongue of the statue lolling out of the god's mouth, nestled in the tip of the penis. The statue may have only been two feet tall, but the lingam (the proper name for the penis of a Hindu god) was at least eighteen inches long and certainly the focal point of the shrine. A giant set of testicles rested on the shins of the statue's folded legs, and below, a plaque, which Neena had to lean down further to read in the light of the closet. Her Hindi was a bit rough, and it was hard to make out in the dim light at such a low angle, but it read as follows:
Whomever kneels before me,
bearing themselves fully within my sight
shall enter my world of glee
to live as you please and take by night
Neena felt a shiver run up her spine and bolted upright. Suddenly very aware of her nakedness, she grabbed her towel from the floor and backed out of the closet, searching for her phone. A minute later, she was waiting as it rang.
"Yeah, Aunt Priya? Oh, where are you? I'm sorry to call so early, then. I hope you're enjoying the trip. Um, I don't want to interrupt with bad news, but I accidentally leaned on the closet wall in the flat, and it caved in. I know you just renovated, and I don't want you to think I'm not taking care of the place, but..." Neena was cut off abruptly by her aunt.
"Oh! It's fine, dear. I can get the contractors to fix it if it's giving you trouble."
"Thanks, but no, that's not all. I wanted to ask, did you inspect this apartment before you let it out?"
"Of course, Neena. I wouldn't have bought the place if I hadn't gone through every detail... why?" Priya seemed to be urging her niece to finish her story, but her tone had a hint less of impatience than anticipation.
"Um, well, I found this really, really weird statue. It looks like someone installed a shrine behind the wall, and somehow it was boarded up. There's a statue in there, and it's really heavy, so I thought the gold might be real."
"What's the statue of?" Neena blushed, even over the phone, as she stared back toward the closet. Really? How am I supposed to explain THAT? For some reason, to Neena, it sounded almost like her aunt was trying not to laugh.
"Um, it's like, a fertility god or something. None I've ever seen before. It's really, really obscene, Aunt Priya..." she could hear Priya burst out laughing, and Neena blushed even harder.
"Lucky you! Maybe now you'll find yourself a man, or something even better! I told you it was a good place for a single girl in the city." Neena was confused - something even better?
"Wait, what do you mean?" she pressed her aunt.
"Did the statue have anything written on it, was there anything else around?" her aunt asked eagerly.
"Um, a little plaque at the bottom, but that was it. Did you know about this all along?" asked Neena, getting increasingly flustered and embarrassed.
"Well, it sounds like you just got a gift from the gods. Just keep the rest of the apartment until I come back around town, and then we'll see what to do with it. It sounds like it's too heavy to lift anyway," Priya instructed.
"...it is," Neena affirmed, suspiciously. "When are you coming back to town, Aunt Priya?"
"Oh, I'm not sure yet. Business is just that... busy. You get some rest, and we'll talk when I'm back. Sweet dreams!"
"Yeah, thanks. Have a good day," and with that, Neena ended the call, looking cautiously back into the closet to see if the obscene statue was still really there. It seemed to stare back at her as its tongue lewdly lapped at the bulbous tip of its penis, and Neena had to close the door, feeling very queasy and anxious at the site of it.
She quickly got dressed and decided to go out for dinner, which she rarely made a habit of, but now that she was living in her aunt's building, she was saving a fair bit more money on her rent. She took a book and planned to eat alone at a small cafe around the corner, but Neena just couldn't seem to focus. The image of the statue seemed seared into her mind's eye, and as she looked around the restaurant, and out the window to the sidewalk, she kept catching herself staring at the men and women around her, comparing her tiny chest to the busts of the women around her, without exception more endowed and curvaceous. As men walked down the sidewalk, she couldn't help her eyes drifting towards their crotches. None as big as Rick, though, she mentally noted before blushing and burying her nose back in her book, trying to avert her eyes and avoid catching attention for her obvious gawking.
As soon as she returned home, she realized how emotionally exhausting the whole day had been. Within ten minutes, she'd washed up, brushed her teeth, and her head was hitting the pillow, dropping into an almost instant slumber in her new bed.
...but her mind drifted out of consciousness and her dreams took her back to the office. Except this time, she was sitting at her desk in nothing but her nightclothes, and felt very exposed. She realized the statue stood in the corner of the room, watching her from atop the filing cabinet, perpetually suggestive and aroused. She felt her own arousal mount, and her underwear started to soak through, before turning to see Rick resting his massive package on the corner of her desk.
"Hey there, Neena. You're looking awfully relaxed tonight," Rick said, as he staring into her eyes. This time, in her dream, Neena didn't look away. She stared back at him, swiveling her chair to face him, and without glancing down, reached out toward his trousers. She didn't unzip them, though. She just started rubbing the mound in front of his hips with both hands. "I didn't expect THAT!" Rick gasped, as Neena smiled and finally glanced down. She was then transfixed, and the motion of her hands seemed to have anchored Rick in place. He moaned as she rubbed and squeezed. It feels like kneading dough, Neena thought, and she started mashing his cock down against his body as if trying to flatten the bulge out. Her panties felt soaked, and the waistband started to feel tighter as she kept mashing his giant dick down against his body. Rick's moans turned from those of pleasure to pain as Neena worked her hands along his package, and she realized, as she grew ever hotter, wetter, and tighter below her waist, his bulge was actually flattening out across the front of his pants. She leaned over the desk and pulled Rick's waistband away from his body to get a good look at the monster she'd been hiding her eyes from since she started at her job. Her mouth dropped open as she saw what hung between Rick's legs - a pencil-thin prick as long as her pinkie finger, and two marble-sized testicles shriveled tightly against his body. Neena leapt as Rick screamed in horror.
"NOOOOO! Noooooo, no! What did you dooooooo!?" and he grabbed her by the shoulders, shaking her madly, violently. Neena began to scream as well, and closed her eyes, feeling a jolt.
She came to consciousness in her bed, in the dark, her body convulsing against the mattress, which was soaked in sweat and...sticky?
She leaped up to go to the bathroom, but felt oddly heavy and off-balance as she hit the floor. Her hand wandered to her panties, which were soaked, but as she continued toward her clit, her hand just kept grasping flesh. Her eyes widened, to no avail in the dark, and she raced to the bathroom, swiping on the lights. Her vision went white, and she cried out at the brightness, but all the while she felt thick, warm flesh slapping against her thighs. As her sight returned, she still didn't have time to process what she was now seeing in the mirror before her. A huge, vein-riddled python of a cock was hanging, throbbing slightly with each heartbeat, between Neena's legs, darker than her own skin tone - nearly black, it seemed. It had ripped through her panties, and a trail of white fluid was dripping toward the floor from its fat head.
Oh my god, is that what it looks like? Neena clasped her hands over her mouth and leaned back against the wall, which gave an even longer view of the whole dangling, meaty shaft. Is THIS what Rick has had in his pants? She grasped it lightly, looking back at herself in the mirror. In Rick's pants the bulge was conspicuous, and looked vaguely threatening every time Neena had to confront it at eye-level, even for a split second. Now, on her tiny body, the beastly piece looked unreal, like a prop, a practical joke. It didn't look human, and as Neena studied it, with each throb it began to grow in her hand. As she saw it rise above the counter top, she reached her other hand around it, and realized her fingers couldn't clasp around the thickening pole between her legs.
As the huge member came to full attention, reaching nearly as high as Neena's nipples, she finally came to notice the scrotum hanging below her new appendage, with testicles the size of small apples rising with each anxious clenching of muscles. Neena was horrified as she lifted her new balls with both hands, and felt the outrageous sensitivity. Her cock pulsed again and the tip flared as it filled further with blood. Once she'd raised her balls up along her shaft, stretching them within her scrotum to their limits, she realized her fingers brushed against her clit, and she felt a jolt of pleasure. Her penis rocked again at the sensation, and she slipped a finger inside herself, just to make sure her womanhood was still intact.
It was all too much, and she felt a surge along the length of her enormous shaft, and watched in awe
and horror as a six inch long jet of cum shot out of the tip of her penis and splattered against the mirror. No, no no! Stop! she thought, and gripped the shaft like a vice, trying to stop the next blast from emerging, but it wouldn't be detered, and leapt out, half as far again, puddling on the counter. The sensation was too much for Neena to bear, and as the next rope of semen shot forward and hit the edge of the counter, her hands rose to her head, eyes rolled back, and she fainted to the floor, with Rick's giant penis still spurting cum across the tile and the bathmat.
END CHAPTER ONE.
