Dismissing the possibility it might ever come true, Paul quickly forgot his wish as he entered the subway.
It was a long ride towards home, thus he had a long time to think about Liz.
Liz short for Elizabeth was a nature lover. Her uncle had a ranch and she took pleasure in mounting horses there whenever she could. Usually she would spend a full week there during summer.
At the next station, a groups of young nicely dressed woman came in. It was Thursday night, ladies night downtown. They sat right in front of him. They were exchanging glances. Paul knew he was good looking but not THAT good looking. These girls were all very pretty. One had a small figure with small perky breasts, another had a sports woman figure, kind of like girls who play volleyball intensely, and another had huge breasts on a tiny figure, but with larger shoulders that allowed her to support these babies very well.
Those breasts, got Liz off of Paul's mind. He sure wished she had bigger ones.
Then Paul suddenly felt weak and dizzy. He was getting an erection, but it was hurting... a lot. Although, the stronger the erection came in, the ecstasy of lust entered him, and allowed him to tolerate the pain. He was experiencing extreme discomfort and kept twiddling his legs with increasing difficulty.
The girls stated to notice and the one with the sports body type asked:
"Are you OK mister?", she paused, "A little tight in the jeans department are we?"
"Oh, it is my fault maybe?" she said with a teasing voice.
Paul tried to keep calm, but this was really turning him on, and somehow his erection kept growing, but now it was impossible to cross his legs, so he spread them wide. He should have felt ashamed, but all he could think of is nailing that teasing girl right here against the wall to teach her a lesson.
He wanted off, off the subway... the next station, he thought. He stood up... or not. As he tried to stand up he notice, in sync with the teasing girl, that his penis had escaped his underwear and was spreading along his left thigh... a long way. The fact that it was totally hard prevented him from standing up, he had to sit back down.
"Oh my, is that all you big boy?" said the girl.
"Uh, no, of course not... well I don't... know, maybe?!" said Paul, while it kept crawling up his thigh. He was feeling it now. He felt that lump heat his thigh, it was full of hot blood. Suddenly it stopped, 3 inches away from his knee, it was throbbing though. And kept getting wider, each pulse sending him to a level of ecstasy previously unknown to him. The pain was still there, but pleasure overruled, as he felt his skin stretch.
He tried to raise himself again, but the girl was faster than him, and pushed him back down. She sat on his right thigh, to make sure he wouldn't try to leave again.
"Let me help you" she said.
She moved her hand along his jeans on his left thigh.
"I can't believe it, it's definitely your baby!" she paused, thinking...
"I'm Cassandra, what's your name hon' ?"
"Paul," he said, a little nervous, and scared, but definitely horny.
She grasped the massive bulge through his jeans. Paul couldn't take it any longer, he grabbed the back of her neck and kissed her passionately. She tightened her grip on his member and Paul couldn't handle himself, he came, in his jeans and screamed out of pleasure and pain aloud in the subway for a good seven long seconds. Whomever wasn't watching already now had their full attention on them.
Sperm was leaking down his pants like a fountain, he felt his penis give a dozen spasms and then he got soft, well not totally, but less rigid.
He stood up, dragging the girl along with him. Subway doors were opened, they had reached the next station.
He tried leaving, grasping firmly Cassandra's arm, while her two friends stood up saying "Wait, Cassandra!"
The subway doors closed.
"What the fuck was this all about?" asked Cassandra...
"I don't know, you tell me" said Paul, "Let's find a quiet place. I'm gonna show you what's the meaning of pleasure." said Paul, possessed by lust.