“Well that competition was pretty hot, and I’m very happy with what I got … but I think I could be bigger”
Your chub grew harder, but your mind wasn’t so far gone just yet.
“Oh no no no! I’m not giving you any more of my dick, no matter how good it feels!”
“It did feel good though didn’t it?” she mocked, sticking her tongue out.
“Relax! I’ve got a plan, but it doesn’t mean taking yours … unless …”
You stared, though inside you weren’t so stoic.
She cleared her throat and then dragged you casually behind a potted tree, hushing her tone.
“Yeah, So … I’d love to enter the Cock Off again but the only problem is that everyone knows me now and they now know I’ve got a big one. And I bet if you went back they all know you’d have a small … er … one.”
“Thanks for reminding me”
“Wait for it, little man … so what if they didn’t know either of us were entering the Cock Off?”
Your interest was piqued.
“That’s great except I’m pretty sure they got a good look at everything on those screens”
Jenny put her hands on her hips as she leaned into your ear.
“But what if we looked different?”
“We?”
“Yeah, what if you and me, you know … merged together?”
“Whoa whoa whoa …” you cried, taken by surprise but she grabbed your hand to keep you close.
“Calm down! Here’s the deal I’m thinking out - we merge our bodies together to become a completely different person, go into the Cock Off, win a huge bet then we split the inches we win 50/50. What do you think?” You could tell she was nervous too, but something in her wide eyes was driven to do this.
“Merging our bodies? So it’d be us sharing everything … our minds would stay separate, right?”
“Sure, if that’s what you want. We could even share control, or one of us could be in the hot seat … come on, don’t you think it’d be fun either way to feel all of this? I won’t bite!” she demurred, bending forward to give a taste of cleavage and very clearly touching herself as her hot breath cascaded across your face in the cramped confines. “And if you are a good little man, we can maybe play around afterwards with the spoils …”
You knew she was a good bluffer with the way she handled that last round, but that doesn’t mean she is telling the whole truth now. Could she be planning something? You could demand to be in charge but giving away your body to her control … it was tempting! What would you even look like? What if something went wrong? What if you didn’t win?
She looked at you teasingly as a little throb in your pants gave an idea of your thoughts.
“So what will it be?”