Tim walked up to the door and paused for a moment before pushing
the button for the doorbell.
"There's no turning back now." he thought, as he waited for Claire
to answer the door. A few seconds later the door opened and there she
was, smiling her lovely smile and asking him to come in.
"Hi Claire, nice house. Your lucky you live on such a nice street."
"Thanks Tim. My parents loved this place the moment they saw it. I
like living here, especially since I've met you." Claire watched as Tim
blushed from her compliment. He wasn't at all used to beautiful girls
saying nice things to him. As she ushered him inside, Tim stared in
amazement at her overflowing figure. Claire was dressed in a loose and
sophisticated looking skirt that came down to just above her knees. The
soft black fabric was slit along the side, from knee all the way to her hip
and as she walked Tim could see that she had nylon stockings that were
connected to garters. That alone was arousing enough, but when he was
able to draw his attention to her torso, he nearly came in his underwear.
Her choice for a top was a skin tight white pullover sweater with a vee-
neck. It was obvious that she was braless, because he could see the dark
indications of her large areola underneath the sweater. Tim was
speechless as he stared at her incredible cleavage. It seemed to him that
it went on endlessly.
Claire noticed his reactions to her wardrobe selections and was
happy that her plan was working. She figured that if he was staring at her
chest, there was less chance that he would notice the huge bulge in her
skirt. She was unable to make her erection subside as her arousal was too
high. She ended up confining the large cock inside her bikini style panties,
but even with it tucked behind the waistband it still was noticeable. How
do you conceal an eleven inch penis?
They went in to the large and tastefully furnished living room. Her
parents had an eye for modern furnishings and to Tim it was a huge
departure from his parents Sears and WalMart decor. As he looked around,
he noticed real oil paintings on the walls and shelves filled with books
lined the back wall of the room, the full width of it.
"Boy, you guys sure have a lot of books." Tim remarked.
"Mmm, yes my parents love to read, and actually, so do I. You know,
I've discovered many interesting things from reading. Maybe I'll share
some of them with you." she said, a bit cryptically. This went right over
Tim's head.
"I don't think we have more than four books in our house, and I doubt
if anyone's read them." said Tim, a bit embarrassed by his family's
intellectual and cultural shortcomings. Her home and obvious higher
class status were making Tim nervous about his more pedestrian
upbringing.
"Tim, books are great, but I'd rather talk about you and me. I mean I
want to know you, more than just as classmates." She led him to a long
couch and guided him to sit on it. She stood before him, her enormous
chest just above Tim's eye level.
"Can I get you a drink?" she asked, smiling sweetly.
"Uh, sure. What do you have?"
"Anything you'd like!" she replied, stressing the word âanything' in
an unmistakably loaded manner. This time he caught her meaning, and his
penis began stiffening, much to his concern. What would she think if she
noticed? Tim was sure she'd never even seen a penis yet and couldn't
imagine how she'd react to his.
"How about a cock...COKE! I'd like a coke, please." he sputtered, as
he turned red from embarrassment. Tim was mortified that he'd made
such an idiotic Freudian slip. Claire just quietly looked at him, one
eyebrow slightly raised in bemusement. My, she thought, we certainly
have him flustered! As for Tim, he couldn't believe how ill at ease he was.
Something about Claire was making him completely goofy. He remembered
how cool he had been with Kelly recently and wondered if that was
because he'd known her for several years. Whatever the reason, he felt
like he was coming off as a total geek with Claire. Why couldn't it be as
easy and comfortable as his encounter with Kelly?
"Just a moment, while I pour you a drink. Make yourself
comfortable." It felt odd to her, saying that. She'd been present for
parties thrown by her parents and they'd said just those words many
times to their guests. It made her feel so grown up.
"Well I am grown up. How many young girls have a body like mine?"
she asked herself quietly as she went to the kitchen. In the hall, she
passed a large mirror and couldn't resist a quick, admiring glance at
herself. Fabulous! She put most women to shame. And quite a few men
too!
While she was out of the living room, Tim desperately tried to calm
himself and appear at ease. He wanted her to see that he was used to
situations like this, but it was painfully obvious to him that he was a
mess. He stood up, looked around, and sat back down not knowing what to
do with himself. Inside his pants, his penis was finally softening, to his
relief. Tim couldn't believe how incredibly sexy Claire was. Her clothes,
her flirting and suggestiveness, it was almost too good to be true! There
had to be something wrong, he thought. Tim had heard his friends make
reference to some of the more promiscuous girls as cock-teases, and he
wondered if Claire was one.
âWould she just tease me and make me get blue balls?', he wondered.
Tim wasn't even sure exactly what blue balls were, but he knew that he
didn't want them.
Then Claire was back, with two tall glasses filled with soda.
"Here you are." she said, handing him his drink. She took a seat on
the couch beside him. Her soft thighs made contact with his legs.
"Thanks." he replied, with a slight break in his voice. âDamn!' he
thought, âwhy can't I relax and be cool?'
âI hope he relaxes a bit. He's skittish as a mouse in a room full of
cats.' she thought. She leaned back into the plush couch, thrusting her
magnificent chest out. Tim's eyes were wide as he stared at her breasts,
only inches away. He wanted to touch her so badly that he felt as if there
was electricity coming from her body and buzzing through his.
"Claire, I haven't...I mean, you look...ah...I like you, a lot." He
couldn't
really do any better than that, at the moment.
"That's sweet of you, Tim. I like you too. Why do you think I invited
you here?" she replied. Tim just stared.
"I invited you over because I want to get to know you better. Much
better." She looked him straight in the eye as she said this, and placed
her hand on his knee. Tim was at a loss. He looked back at her pretty face
and felt himself pulled toward her until his lips touched hers. He was
amazed at what was happening, and overjoyed by it. He was kissing
Claire, the girl he was crazy about!
She felt his mouth press against hers, and she eagerly kissed him
back. Claire opened her mouth slightly and pushed her tongue in to Tim's
mouth. Tim and Claire began probing each others mouths fully with their
hot tongues and Claires hands were roaming around Tim's crotch. Tim's
mind was repeating one thought over and over, like a mantra; âoh, please
touch my cock, oh, please touch my cock.' Meanwhile Tim's hands were
slowly inching their way towards Claire's chest. His cock was very hard
now and it made a huge bulge in his pants leg that Claire fingers finally
were tracing the outline of. Now his hands were at last reaching the
underside of her tits. Tim felt the swell of her chest and the heat of her
skin through the sweater. His palms now were cupping the front of
Claire's tits and her hard nipples were pressing into his hands.
Claire was rubbing his hard cock and broke off the kiss for a
moment.
"Tim, you're making me so horny! Let's go upstairs to my room
where we can get more comfortable."
"I'd really like that." Tim replied. He was so overcome with desire
for her that he failed to notice the strange outline under her skirt. They
got up off the sofa and walked hand in hand to her bedroom.
"Claire, where are your Mom and Dad? What if they come home?"
"Don't worry. They went off to visit with friends who live about
two hours from here, so they'll be gone well into tonight. We have all day
to be together."
She continued to caress the bulge in his pants as they went upstairs
and soon they were in her room and laying on her bed. It was a nice room,
filled with all the normal teenage girl junk and Tim was excited just by
finally being in the inner sanctum of a beautiful, horny girl. He briefly
took notice of the posters on her walls, the feminine accouterments, her
stuffed animals, the lacy curtains blowing in the breeze from the open
window.
"Nice room." he mumbled, as they made out.
"Thanks. Now, how about you show me what that bump I've been
feeling in your pants is?" she said with a smile.
Tim took his jeans off while Claire watched.
"Take yours off too." he said to her. He lay back on her bed with just
his jockey style underwear and his t-shirt on. Claire began to remove her
sweater. It seemed to her that his cock was about to burst from its
confines as the white cotton was stretched so far out from his crotch.
There was a growing wet spot at the tip of his cock from the leaking pre-
cum. She looked Tim in the eyes and sensually pulled the sweater over her
head. Tim was entranced as he saw her gigantic breasts nude for the first
time! They were truly spectacular. In his wildest dreams, he'd never
imagined seeing tits like that for real. Claire was kneeling before him,
topless and cupping her boobs with her hands. They were incredibly large
and full, the creamy skin showing bluish veins under the surface. Her
nipples were centered in dark pink areolae that were nearly saucer sized.
The nipples themselves were jutting out a full inch and a half and as he
looked closely, he saw something unexpected. Little pearlescent droplets
were forming at the tips as he stared. Leaning in closer he watched in
amazement as they began dripping.
"What...?" he asked quietly.
"Mother's milk. It's wonderful. Taste it." she explained gently.
Tim leaned toward her tits and tentatively stuck his tongue out and licked
a nipple.
"No, put your lips around the whole thing and suck, like a straw."
Tim did this and as his mouth enveloped her warm nipple, they both
moaned involuntarily from the sensation. Tim felt the big nipple inside
his mouth and let his tongue roll across it for a moment, exploring. It had
tiny bumps around the perimeter and he could taste the sweet milk. Then
he sucked on it and was shocked by the sudden flood of milk spraying
heavily into his mouth. He liked it and applied more pressure. Claire's
head was tilted back as she was enjoying the wonderful letdown of milk.
Her unattended nipple began spraying milk in fine streams as her body
reacted to Tim's ministrations. Soon Tim was covered in a fine misting of
milk.
As Tim sucked, Claire reached down and freed his cock from the
underwear. Her fingers wrapped around the turgid shaft, somewhat
expertly, although this was missed by Tim. She was thrilled to finally
have a boys penis in her hand. Even though she'd played with her own many
times now, it was such a different matter having a real boy's to hold and
stroke and admire. And admire she did, for she was very impressed by the
size and thickness of it. Not to mention how damned hard it was, too!
Tim nearly came wen he felt her hand on his organ. It was the first
time a girl had ever touched him like that. Fortunately he controlled
himself and began feeling her other breast with one hand. With the other
he began working his way down her back, rubbing tenderly, marveling at
the softness of her skin, the swell of her hips, the fullness of her ass.
She continued to explore his genitals and soon she was fondling his
balls, the one thing she didn't have any experience with. She cupped them
in her palm and gently rolled them around, enjoying the heft and fullness.
Her own cock was unbearably hard now and the discomfort from being so
confined was distracting her from fully enjoying herself. She knew she
had to take the big risk of finally revealing her secret to Tim.
"Tim, stop for a moment. I need to tell you something." Tim was
ignoring her and continued to suck on her tit and fondle her ass.
"Stop, just for a minute, really." she said a bit more strongly. Tim
did pay attention and reluctantly let her leaking tit slip from his mouth.
"What's the matter Claire? Did I hurt you?"
She almost laughed at the look of concern on his face, but she smiled
sweetly at him and said, "No, it felt marvelous, but I have to talk to you
about something important."
"Ok." Tim was a little confused by the sudden stoppage of their
make-out session. He began wondering if maybe she really was just
teasing him.
"Ah, how would you feel if...um, what would you think if I..." she
searched for the words but couldn't find the right ones. She looked at
him, intensely and deeply into his eyes. At last she took a deep breath.
"Tim, do me a favor and close your eyes. "
"Why?"
"Please," she implored, "just trust me and close them, ok?"
"Ok, I won't look." Tim said. He heard what sounded like Claire
taking some clothes off and forced himself to keep his word by not
peeking. He wanted to look very badly however.
"Now," she said, a little nervously, "give me your hand." Tim stuck
his right hand out and she took it in hers.
"Promise me this. Promise me that you'll have an open mind, ok?"
"I promise." he replied. What was she up to, he wondered? He felt
her move his hand a bit and then he was touching her soft skin. It was a
breast, and slowly she moved his hand around and a little lower. His
fingers traced along her belly and down more toward her pussy. He felt
her pubic hair and his breathing quickened in anticipation of touching her
vagina. It was an unexpectedly erotic way of exploring her body and he
was loving it. With his eyes closed he could allow his mind to really focus
on the way her body felt and all of its subtleties were shown to him via
his fingers. Down further she guided his hand and Tim knew he'd soon be
touching her pussy. Then his fingers brushed along something strange, yet
somehow familiar. His hand was at the base of her pubic area and he knew
there should be a rounded slope to her vagina, but instead he felt
something extending out from her groin. Claire slowly moved his fingers
further away from her and still they were touching this warm hardness. It
felt almost like his...
"What the...!" Tim suddenly realized why it felt so familiar. He
opened his eyes and saw what he knew would be there. Claire had a cock!
A very, very big cock! He looked down at it and couldn't believe what he
was seeing and yet he was touching it with his own hand. Another
realization washed over him as he saw that he was still touching her
erection. He pulled his hand away and somewhere within him, almost
completely unconsciously, he felt saddened by the loss of contact with her
huge penis.
"You have a dick! You're a guy?!" Tim asked, incredulously.
"No, I am a girl, really. It's just that I found a spell that gave me
this." she said, as she took her huge prick in her hand and waved it
seductively before Tim.
"Spell? You mean from that book you told me about? You must think
I'm an idiot!" Tim yelled.
"Tim, no, I swear to you I'm telling the truth." Claire was afraid
that Tim would run out and never talk to her again. "The book does work, I
can show you. Please believe me." she pleaded softly.
"If you're a girl, why do you have a dick? I can't believe that I'm
seeing this! Are you a hermaphrodite?" he asked, almost hopefully.
"I don't know what that is, but look, I'm a girl." With that she lay
back on the bed and spread her legs to show him her pussy.
"See? I have a vagina, no balls. But the spell I cast gave me this big
thing. It's ok, really."
"I don't know, Claire. You have a vagina, and a dick, but why aren't
there any balls?"
"I'm not sure. Perhaps the spell I chose was simply for having a
penis, or maybe I never even considered that penis and balls go together so
I ended up with only this." Again she waved the still erect cock. She
really wanted Tim to accept her as she was because she was still very
aroused and eager to try sex with him. Tim was just staring at her body
now, taking in the full vision before him. His mind was filled with
thoughts of having sex with her, but he was afraid of what it would mean
if he enjoyed her cock. He knew that it was one of his fantasies come
true, but he never expected a fantasy to become reality and wasn't
prepared for the implications. This all seemed so familiar to him, because
of his mental debates about the hermaphrodites he'd masturbated to. The
more he thought about it, the more certain he became that he could handle
the situation and not have anything to worry about. He wasn't gay, he
loved women, but if a woman also had a penis, then so be it. Tim was
actually curious what it would be like to make love to her cock.
"Claire, it's alright, I believe you and you know what? I want to
continue what we were doing." he said with a big grin.
"Oh Tim! That's wonderful! I was so afraid that you'd hate me." She
gave him a big hug, wrapping her arms tightly around him and pulling him
hard against her. Tim felt the strange sensation of her gigantic tits
smooshing his chest and her big cock pressing against his belly. He
became aware that his own cock was still very hard and rubbing along her
abdomen. Just then there was a loud commotion at the window! They
heard a shout, then a crashing, followed by a dull thump. Claire and Tim
bolted from the bed and looked out the open window.
"My God! It's Mr. Clark! What the Hell is he doing on the ground?"
Claire exclaimed. She saw Mr. Clark's unconscious body sprawled on the
ground, underneath the big maple that grew near her window.
"That son-of-a-bitch was spying on us, I bet!" Tim said angrily. "He
probably was in the tree and slipped. We heard him yell, and crash through
the branches. Look, see those broken branches near him?" Claire nodded
silently, as she thought about the situation. "What should we do?" Tim
asked out loud.
"I'm thinking, just a minute. Shit, Tim, I'm really scared! What do
you suppose he saw?" Claire looked like she was going to burst into tears
any second. Tim realized this and put his arms around her and gave her a
reassuring hug.
"Christ, we're both standing here naked, with our teacher knocked
out in your back yard! Let's get some clothes on and bring him inside the
house. Then we'll figure out what to do."
"Ok, let's hurry before he comes-to." said Claire.
A short while later, the two teens had their still unconscious
teacher inside and lying on a couch. They were both frantically trying to
devise some sort of plan to undo the mess they knew they were in.
"I think we should run away and never come back! He's going to tell
everyone about us!" Tim said, as he paced back and forth. "We'll be called
freaks or queers or worse!"
"Tim, chill, will you? I think I know a way to make sure that this
miserable, spying bastard will never say a word about us! I want you to
keep an eye on him for a minute. If he moves, yell to me."
"What are you saying? You want to kill him!? No way! I'd rather run
away to Mexico and never show myself again."
"No, don't be foolish, I don't mean to hurt him. I'll be back in a
second." With that Claire ran off and went upstairs again. Tim stared at
the prone form of Mr. Clark. There was a large bruise forming on his
forehead and there were multiple scratches and minor cuts from his fall.
It didn't seem that there was any serious injury, though he hadn't moved a
muscle since they found him. Tim wondered what Claire had in mind.
He heard her coming down the stairs and felt relieved that she was back.
Thank God she knew what to do!
"Alright. Here's what we'll do." Claire had a book with her, and
several small items. Tim recognized the book.
"That's the spell book, isn't it?" he asked.
"Yes, and I'm going to use it to help us with our nasty problem here.
Tim, in the kitchen there are some glass bowls. Bring me one please."
Tim went to the kitchen and found a bowl and brought it back to the living
room. Claire had the book open and was studying the pages carefully. She
began removing her sweater.
"Claire, what are you gonna do?" He was baffled, but fascinated as
he watched her take one full breast and gently squeeze until drops of milk
appeared at the nipple. Then she took the glass bowl and began milking her
tit, filling the bowl nearly half with her milk.
"This is how I create a potion. I have to mix different things
together and say the magic words. Then the person upon who the spell is
cast has to drink the potion. When he drinks this, he'll have no wish to
ever tell anyone about what he saw today." She finished expressing her
milk and put her sweater back on. Claire then added some other
components to the milk, but Tim wasn't sure what they were. They
appeared to be herbs of some sort. He watched as she stirred the mixture
with her little finger, then Claire began saying words in a strange tongue
that he'd never heard before. It sounded similar to English, but only bits
and pieces of words. Soon she was done. "There! Finished. Now we have
to make him drink this." she said with a gleam in her eyes.
"Are you sure? What will it do?" asked Tim nervously.
"Oh, you'll see, you'll see."
With that Claire brought the bowl to Mr Clark's mouth and with her hand
behind his head, slowly tilted it till the liquid touched his lips. He
stirred a bit and opened his mouth slightly to drink. Claire looked at Tim
with a wicked glint in her eyes! Tim felt reasonably certain that
whatever she was doing was going to make things worse, not better.
"There you go you, wicked bastard, drink up. This will have you fixed
up straight away." Claire whispered to Mr. Clark. He was coming to now
and began drinking on his own. Soon the little bowl was empty and Claire
lay his head back down.
"What happened? Where am I?" Mr. Clark was very groggy from the
blow to his head and he couldn't quite recall what he was doing or where
he was.
"Uh, Mr. Clark, please don't tell on us..." Tim started, but was cut
off by an angry Claire.
"Tim! Don't beg this bastard for anything! Now, Mr. Clark, you tell
us what the Hell you were doing!"
"I, wait, don't you dare talk to me like that!" Suddenly he felt
Claires hand smack his cheek, quite powerfully too.
"Shut up! You will tell me what you were doing, or so help me, I'll
turn you into something truly nasty! And if you don't believe me, I don't
care because the potion you drank will already be working on you, so by
the time you get to your house or whatever little shit hole you came from,
it will be too late for you to do anything about it."
"Claire..."
"Quiet please, Tim." She was extremely fired up now, and Mr. Clark
was wondering what the fuck was wrong with the little bitch. She had
seemed so mild mannered to him in school. Now, though, he saw another
aspect of her personality and he wondered if indeed he was in any trouble.
Just then it all came back to him, the scene he watched through her open
window, the damned branch breaking and the sickening feeling as he fell
the two stories to the yard below.
"You bitch! You're some kind of freak. And you," he said, looking at
Tim, "you're a faggot or something. I remember now, and wait till this
gets around. The two of you, you both disgust me!"
"That's enough! Now listen and listen good, pervert. Nobody will
know about anything that went on here today. Understand?"
"Bullshit! I'm leaving, and you two are gonna be sorry for this, I'll
tell you!"
"Go ahead, leave, asshole." Claire said calmy. "You'll be sorry you
ever spied on me, that's for damn sure! Besides, the spell is already
taking effect."
"Spell? You're fuckin' crazy! And you won't tell anyone about what I
was doing, or I'll make you sorry you were ever born!" Mr. Clark stood to
leave, but as he did, he realized that something was amiss. His vision was
blurry, and as he stood up, it felt as though the room were pitching and
swirling. He fell back to the couch, sweat forming on his brow.
"What did you do to me, bitch? Poison me?! I can't see or walk, I
feel sick!"
"Did you poison him?" Tim asked nervously. He didn't want to kill
anyone.
"Oh shut up, both of you. I didn't poison you, although you may end up
wishing I had. I think you're feeling poorly from the effects of my spell.
It should pass in a while."
"What did you do to him, Claire? Please, tell me."
"From now on, Mr. Clark, your life as you knew it is over. Soon you
won't ever hurt another woman again. In fact every time you get a hard-
on, you will trigger changes that will result in you eventually becoming a
woman yourself. I figure this is a just punishment for your wickedness,
spying on innocent girls and whatever other horrible things you've done to
women in your nasty little life."
"Fuck you. You poisoned me! I can't see anything now!" There was a
real sense of fear in his voice.
"Really, you're turning him into a woman?" Tim wasn't sure if this
was for real. He knew that she could do magic or something, but to this
extent?
"Yes, only he is in control of the change. As long as his little prick
stays soft, he has nothing to worry about. But after five or six boners,
well let's just say, âhello Miss Clark.' So it's really up to you. Now get
out of here, and don't ever let me see you again, or I'll not be so nice the
next time." Claire pulled him off the couch and shoved him roughly toward
the door.
Mr. Clark's eyesight was at last beginning to return as he was pushed
out on to the front step. Bruised, humiliated, dazed, and more than a little
afraid, he carefully walked down the steps and made his way home.
Inside, Claire and Tim discussed the ramifications of what had
happened. Neither was feeling amorous anymore, so they agreed to see
each other the next day, and Tim went home, shaken and confused by the
strange events of that day.
Sunday morning the sun rose like any other morning, but for Claire,
Tim, and Ron Clark, it was a day that felt quite unusual.
Ron woke up, still sore and shaken from the previous days events.
As he came to wakefulness, he felt a brief moment of panic as he realised
that he had his typical morning erection. What had that bitch said about
him getting hard-ons? He put it out of his mind, silly of him to believe
her crap about spells. Ron reached down and circled his cock with his
right hand. Something didn't feel right! Throwing off the covers, he
looked down at his penis and saw that it was definitely hard, but it looked
like it was only seventy-five percent of its normal size. His dick had
shrunk! Suddenly he felt very queasy, and thought about Claires words to
him. Was she telling the truth? He ran to the bathroom, vomiting just as
he reached the threshold. The vomit on the floor was to be the least of his
worries .
Tim woke up to his parents voices coming from the kitchen. It was
early, only 7:05, and he really wanted to sleep in, but the comforting,
familiar sounds of breakfast being made convinced him to join his mom
and dad. After the strange day yesterday it would be so nice to have a
normal morning. Tim went to bathroom to relieve his full bladder, and put
up the toilet seat. Reaching into his boxer shorts he pulled out his penis,
or tried to, but as he pulled it through the fly, it got stuck. âWhat the?'
thought Tim, as he adjusted his penis and pulled again. More of his dick
came through the opening, and it kept on coming!
"Holy shit!" yelled Tim, as he finally freed the whole length of his
cock. It was now a good four inches longer than it had been yesterday and
he wasn't even hard!
"Timmy, you ok?" his mom called to him from the kitchen.
"Uh, yeah mom, everything's fine." What had happened to his cock,
he wondered in amazement. He looked down at his newly lengthened penis
and thought about how it possibly could have grown like that.
"Oh my God! It must have been her milk!" The realization struck him
as he remembered drinking from her fabulous bosom. The increase in penis
size had to be a result of consuming her milk. He had to call her!
Claire woke up feeling very satisfied with herself. She was really
getting the hang of this magic stuff, she thought.
After showering and dressing, she joined her parents for breakfast
in the kitchen. They saw her as plain old Claire, no huge breasts, or
improved features at all. She pecked them both on the cheeks and sat
down to the bacon and eggs that her mom had cooked. She watched her dad
read the paper, and couldn't help but wonder if he was remotely as well
hung as she now was. Claire very much doubted it. She let out a little
laugh.
"Something funny, dear?" Her mom asked, as she poured a steaming
cup of coffee for herself.
"No, mom, just thinking about something."
The phone rang. Mr. Moore looked at the phone, then the clock. "Who's
calling so early on a Sunday?" he asked aloud. He picked up the phone.
"Hello?"
"Is Claire there?" A young man asked.
"Who's calling, please?" Mr. Moore was annoyed at the poor phone
manners that young people displayed. Not even a âgood morning'!
"This is Tim. Please I have to talk to her."
"Just a moment. Claire, it's a boy. Tim?"
Claire looked at her father with a slight feeling of anxiety. Why was Tim
calling, so early? She took the phone.
"Hi."
"Claire!" Tim was trying to be quiet but even so, the urgency came
through in his voice. "What did you do to me?"
"What do you mean?" she replied, looking at her parents, who were
watching her with curious expressions. Claire tried to appear nonchalant.
"You did something to me, and now my dick's bigger! I woke up and
it's grown, like, a lot!"
"Um, Tim, I'd be happy to help you with your biology problem, so
maybe we can get together. I was gonna go to the mall with my mom, but I
think that can wait."
"Poor lad has a school project that he needs our Claire's help with.
She's so smart, right dear?" Mrs. Moore smiled at her husband as she
touched her daughters head. Mrs. Moore was so proud of her bright little
girl.
"Mmmm, probably has things other than biology on his mind."
mumbled Mr. Moore into his coffee cup. Tim and Claire agreed to meet at
the town library, at noon.
Inside the library it was quiet and almost devoid of people. Tim got
there early, and the minutes until Claire arrived seemed like an eternity.
He didn't really mind having a longer dick, but what if other things grew or
changed? That's what scared him. At last, she showed up, ten minutes
late.
"Hi." she said.
"Hi? That's it? Hi? You made my body go freaky and you act like
it's no big deal!" Tim said a bit too loudly.
"Tim, quiet down and listen to me. I've been thinking about your
âproblem'. I think what happened is that my milk must have affected you
somehow." They were in an empty reading room, the librarian was filing
books in another room, so they felt it was safe to talk.
"How? Your milk made my dick bigger?"
"It has to be. I didn't put any spells on you, if that's what you're
thinking. Also, I don't think anything else will happen, because it already
would have. So how big is it?" she said, leering at his obviously packed
crotch.
"I honestly don't know, but I'd say a lot! I have to measure it when
I'm hard, you know?"
"Ok, let's get it hard!"
"Here? Are you nuts?" Tim looked around, as if there were people
staring at them both.
"Let's go in the bathroom. They have handicapped ones with locks."
"No!" Tim didn't like this idea at all.
"C'mon, don't be such a chicken. There's no one here, and nobody ever
uses that bathroom. I spend a lot of time here and it's the one I use all the
time. C'mon!" She grabbed his hand and pulled him up. He followed,
checking to see if anyone was watching them. There was no one around.
They got to the bathroom and went in. Claire locked the solid door and sat
on the toilet lid.
"Ok. Let me see it!" She was very excited by the prospect of Tim's
huge new cock. Her own penis was rising inside her panties and her pussy
was moistening too. Tim was at last getting into the idea, and unbuttoned
his jeans, then pulled down the zipper. Already he could feel his cock
getting harder. There was definitely something exciting about doing this
in the bathroom of the public library! He pulled down his pants to his
knees. Claire stared at the enormous, growing bulge in his white briefs.
"Let me help." she said with a smile. Claire took hold of his
underwear and slowly peeled them away from his cock. She gasped as the
full length of it appeared. Rising slowly as it hardened, it thrust out from
his groin and bobbed before her, thick, red, and with a shiny taut head that
was already leaking a clear stream of pre-cum.
"It's marvelous, Tim. Even better than mine, I think!" she said,
with a glance at her own amazing penis. Her cock was fully erect and lay
inside the leg of her slightly baggy pants. Tim could clearly see its huge
outline.
"Take yours out too." Tim said. He wanted to see who's was bigger.
Claire eagerly undid her pants and struggled for a few moments getting
the hard length out for them to see. Soon they were both standing
together with their pants around their ankles and their enormous cocks
pointing at each other. Tim touched her penis and Claire followed suit and
wrapped her delicate fingers around his organ. They began to gently
stroke each others cock. Claire felt her hardened nipples poking against
her bra, and her now wet pussy was dripping fluid down her smooth young
thighs.
"I think I'm a bit bigger than you." Tim said.
"Yes, you certainly are! I know that mine measures eleven inches,
and yours is at least two or three inches longer! It's beautiful."
"So's yours." Their hands were working faster now and Claire used
both hands to jack his cock, up and down. Tim was still using one hand,
and with the other began caressing her astounding breasts. Claire sat
back down on the lid, and pulled Tim closer by his cock. She bent toward
it and began kissing the head with her full lips. Tim let out a low moan of
pleasure. Her lips tickled their way down the full fourteen inches until
she reached his cum filled balls. With both hands stroking his cock, she
gently sucked one testicle in to her hot mouth. Tim groaned! What a
sensation! He loved it and told her so. After a minute of alternately
sucking his balls, she worked her way back to the tip of his cock, and
opened her mouth wide to engulf as much of it as she could.
"Ohhh, yes...Claire that's so good!"
"Mmmhmmph." she mumbled around his cock. She had half of him
inside her mouth and could feel the fat head pressing against the opening
to her throat. She had heard about deep throating, but had never attempted
it before. She focused on getting it down her throat and slowly, carefully,
pushed her head further on to his huge shaft. Tim instinctively knew not
to move, as she adjusted to the hard meat working its way down her
throat. He watched in sheer ecstasy as little by little, the full length of
his erection disappeared inside her pretty mouth. At last, her lips touched
the base of his cock. She had swallowed his entire length! Claire was
becoming used to the strange feeling and began to move her head up and
down on his meat, fucking it with her mouth and throat. Tim put his hands
on her head and gently held it as she moved. He felt a massive load
building to climax.
"Claire I'm gonna cum real soon." His knees felt weak and he was
breathing very heavily.
"Mmmmmm. Mmmmmm!" Claire moaned, clearly telling him she
wanted it! She quickened her pace and with one hand began rubbing and
fondling his heavy balls.
The orgasm hit Tim harder than any other in his young life. Whether
it was because of his enhanced cock, or her skillful blow job, he didn't
know. It felt like his cock, his balls, his entire body would explode! She
stopped moving as the first hot jet of cum sprayed from his cock. It shot
down her throat and she pulled back a bit, catching the second stream in
her eager mouth. It filled her cheeks and poured over her tongue, washing
her gums and teeth in sticky white cream. She didn't realize she had to
swallow, and the third blast erupted in her mouth which was already
filled with his sperm. There was no room and cum started gushing out of
her mouth, pouring down her lips and chin, dripping on to her shirt and
running down to her lap. She knew she'd better swallow, and did so just
as the fourth river of cum splashed in to her. This time she was ready and
gulped it down eagerly. Tim's enhanced penis kept pumping, blast after
blast of creamy cum issuing from the tip, until finally, after nearly a full
minute, it stopped. Even though she valiantly tried to keep up, it was too
much and cum leaked from her lips and drooled down her chest.
"My god, Tim!' she said, laughing. âI thought you'd drown me."
"Wow, that was the best thing I've ever felt. You sure can suck!"
Tim looked at the beautiful teen girl. She was a sight right out of
wet dream. Her mouth was dripping with cum, as was her chin and her
shirt was laced with strands of jizz, soaking into the fabric. Her massive
tits were straining beneath the shirt and dark circles had formed from
milk leaking from the nipples. Looking further down her body he saw her
giant penis, still erect, and like her nipples, slowly leaking her unique
milk/cum. Tim suddenly wanted very much to suck her as she'd done him.
"Stand up, Claire." She stood up and he moved her to where he was,
and took a seat on the toilet. She got the idea and grabbed the base of her
cock and waved it in front of his face.
"My turn, huh?" she said with a big grin. She watched as Tim bent
toward her cock, mouth opening wide. This was it, the point of no return.
He was about to realize one of his greatest fantasies, and he was ready
for it. No picture in a magazine, this was a real hermaphrodite he was
about to give head to. His lips touched her hardness and then his mouth
was sucking her inside. He worked his way down her shaft, gagging a bit,
but still forcing himself to take more. After a while he had at last
managed to suck her full length in. Tim couldn't believe he was actually
sucking cock! Not only that, he was absolutely loving it. The silken
smoothness of her cock head, the heat and thickness of her veiny shaft,
the full feeling in his mouth, everything. Claire was astounded at the
sensation and the feeling of dominance as Tim sucked her. âSo this is why
guys like this so much! It feels awesome!' she thought.
Cupping her tits, she gently squeezed them, forcing milk to further
saturate the fabric of her bra and shirt. Soon her entire shirt was
transparent, showing her bra and cleavage. She looked at her great tits
and hugged them tightly with her arms, making milk actually pour down
her front now. Tim was watching her do this as he sucked. He was
enjoying the feeling of her cock in his mouth and throat, and now wanted
her to cum. Sucking harder, he also began fingering her wet cunt, driving
her over the edge.
"Oh, oh, oh, Tim.' she moaned. âI'm going to cum, you're making me
cum!" She grabbed his head and forcefully pushed and pulled it over her
cock, fucking his face. The milk/cum started gushing from her penis,
washing over his tongue, shooting down his throat, and filling his mouth.
It was too much and Tim pulled back from her. Her cock slid from his lips
still spraying and fluid shot all over his face, covering his eyes and nose
and mouth in sticky sweet milk/cum. She was pumping her cock furiously
with both delicate hands, forcing every last drop out. It puddled on the
floor, there was so much! Finally she stopped and her penis softened.
Both of them were a mess. They spent another fifteen minutes cleaning up
before they left hurriedly and went out of the library. The lone librarian
on duty had noticed that they were in the bathroom for a while together,
but she knew that teenagers liked to kiss in private and hadn't bothered
them. If she only knew what had actually happened!