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A Big Side Effect

By: YKN4949



Chapter 1: A Terrifying Discovery

I woke feeling the same as I had every morning for months, ecstatic. There is no other way to describe the way I feel when I wake up in the morning. I popped up off of my pillow, slapped off the alarm and was out of bed in a matter of seconds. I wanted nothing more than to get to school, go to class, see my friends, go to cheerleading practice, and just do everything an 18 year girl was supposed to do. I mean, I don't like to brag or anything but I had the perfect life. I was popular (but with real, deeply held friendships) and had a cute boyfriend who liked me a lot. 

Further, I was very pretty. I don't mean to say this like I am awesome or anything, I just mean that about a year ago I, Mina Hayes, didn't quite look the way I did that morning. No one would have thought at that time that I would be able to grow to my full size 5'2 95lbs with full, round 32-C breasts. No one would have thought I'd be able to grow my very long dirty blonde hair that or that my green, almond-shaped eyes would have a youthful glow. No one would imagine that my straight, white chompers with slightly rotated eye-teeth would be in a constant smile. Further no one would believe that I would fill out into a slim, long-legged young woman with a vaguely hour-glass shaped body and slim, but healthy tummy. No a year ago, I looked like I was on about to die. 

Shortly before I turned 17 I had been diagnosed with a very rare and deadly form of ovarian cancer. At the time the doctors gave me no chance of survival. It was so rare that very little money was invested in curing it and no treatment had ever been proven to be more than minimally effective. I had stopped going to school, I had lost most of my weight and had remained looking like a little girl even while my friends blossomed. I thought I would die like that. Then, a year into my disease, when the doctors were saying I had mere weeks to live, a guardian angel came to me.

Her name was Dr. Marta Morales and she had lost a sister to the same disease when she was very young. She came to me when I was in the hospital and my mother was deciding whether or not to sign a document allowing the doctors to pull the plug on me if I were to slip into a coma. Dr. Marta, as she like me to call her, was an oncologist and she explained to me that she worked in my hospital and had learned about my disease. She said she had connections at the FDA and a small pharmaceutical company in Philadelphia that had accidentally stumbled onto a something that might work as a treatment for my disease. She explained that she might be able to get me into an experimental test for the drug. She didn't know if it would work at all and further they had no idea if it would make me worse or have horrible side effects. But I was dying and my mother quickly signed the consent form. It was a shot in the dark.

There were two other girls in my trial, two twin sisters who were two years older than me who hadn't yet reached the point where they were on death's door. But we all started taking the drugs immediately. At first we noticed nothing, but then again I didn't die. But it in a few weeks, I started to feel better. In two months I was out of the bed and then, 6 months after starting the medicine, I was discharged from the hospital. The cancer was in remission and there was no evidence of it in my body. I stayed on the medicine for a few more weeks and then, all of the sudden I was a teenage girl again. The other two girls in my trial bounced back as well. It was clearly a miracle drug. When I woke up that morning, I had been back at school for months, I was on the JV cheerleading squad and everything seemed perfect.

That brings me back to the morning in question. I had been wearing a tank-top and a pair of my brother's boxer shorts to bed and I looked at myself in the mirror as I headed towards the bathroom to get a shower. My brother was in college and my mother went to work very early so when I got up in the morning I was always home alone. I looked good in the mirror and smiled to myself. I walked into the bathroom, rubbed the sleep from my eyes. I pulled down my boxers and sat down on the toilet and started to pee. Suddenly, my breasts were covered in hot liquid. I shook my head and looked down. 

There, between my legs...was a small 3 and a half inch penis looking up at me from between my legs. It was pissing all over my breasts! I stopped peeing immediately and stood up. The penis fell limply between my legs but stayed attached to me! I was in a state of complete shock. What was this this and why was it stuck to me? I reached down to pull it off but I could feel my hand against it and it hurt when I tried to tug it off. I quickly threw on my boxers and rushed into my room. I could feel is slapping against my leg inside of my boxers.

I didn't know why and I still don't really know, but I called Dr. Marta. It wasn't as though I knew then...Well you'll find out. It's just, I had to talk to someone and I really trusted Dr. Marta. She had saved my life. Plus this was obviously something medical and she would sit me down, calm me, and let me know that there was nothing to be worried about and that she could take care of it completely. I had her cellphone number so I knew I would get her. After a couple of rings, she picked up.

"Hey Mina. What's up?" She said casually. We talked a lot and she wouldn't be worried about me calling.

"I..." I started and I could hear the tears in my own voice. This was so confusing.

"What is it? Are you feeling sick again?" she asked, sensing immediately that something was very, very wrong.

"No it isn't the cancer. It's...something else. I can't really explain. I don't know," I said and then I was balling.

"Honey, honey, honey," the doctor said soothingly into the phone. She sounded relieved that it wasn't the cancer but I could tell she was still very concerned.

"I woke up this morning and went into the bathroom to get a shower and I noticed something. I mean, how could I not notice? This is absolutely insane," I said, trying to remain calm. But with each passing second I felt myself breathing heavier and I knew that I was going to start crying again. I was curled up in a ball on my bed, hating the feeling of that thing against the insides of my thighs.

"Listen," Dr. Marta said, suddenly getting stern, "You have to tell me what is up. You know enough about doctors to know how this works. You tell me what is wrong and I make it better. I can't do my job before you do yours." That was enough for me, I got control of myself.

"Well I was on the toilet and I noticed," I said and it got caught in my throat. How could I tell someone. But I picked Dr. Marta, sitting patiently in her office and I knew I could trust her, "I...grew a penis. I know that is impossible. I know you think am either totally gross or totally crazy but that is what happened." I actually felt better having said it. There was silence on the other end. I started to get nervous, "Doctor..."

"I was hoping it wouldn't happen with you," She said, cutting me off. She sounded somber.

"What?"

"Listen honey," she said in an apologetic way, "We started your cancer trial with five hundred girls across the country. It seems that, after taking the medicine for about a year about 95% of the girls have grown penises. We have absolutely no idea what is going on. It doesn't seem to be possible. The gender doesn't really change in the sense that hormones remain the same and the ovaries remain intact but the penis just sort grow out of the clitoris. Worse, when girls stopped taking the medicine the penis did not go away and some of them suffered relapses in their cancer.

"I don't understand," I said.

"Honey, I don't understand either. Listen, I am going to speak with some of the people I know at the drug company right now. I want you to come by my office this afternoon and we will talk about it," she said.

"I..." I started.

"I am at the security desk there now sweetheart. I have to go. I want you to know that I am really sorry about this and I am going to do everything in my power to fix this. I promise I am going to give it everything that I have," she said and then the line went dead. There I was. Sitting on my bed. With a penis.

I felt sort of hazy. I wanted to call my mother and tell her I wasn't feeling well. But I have never been a very good liar. She would know it was something else and she would badger me until I told her the truth and I couldn't imagine that. I wasn't really thinking straight, but I decided that the best course of action would be just to go to school and pretend like everything was normal.

I couldn't imagine going into the shower and cleaning myself. All of myself. I had just showered the last afternoon after cheer practice so I decided I would just get dressed quickly and leave. I put on a white tank top, something tight where you could see my pink bra through it. That way it would keep people's eyes on my chest and away from my...penis. I also found a knee length, pleated pink skirt so that there was no chance of anyone seeing anything that could be taken as a bulge. I looked at myself in the mirror and felt okay. But not really.

Chapter 2: Keeping Things Under Wraps

I got to school about twenty minutes later and I definitely felt strange. It seemed like no matter how I moved I could feel it touching me. Worse, I felt like everyone who looked at me could tell that there was something wrong with me. Of course that was crazy. People came up and said hello to me just like normal and no one stared at me in any way that was out of the ordinary.

When you get to my school, they don't let you just walk over to your first class, especially for people like me who get there like twenty minutes before class. Instead, they let you go to your locker and then you have to go to the cafeteria and sit with your friends while you wait for them to open up the doors to the rest of the school so you can go to class. I walked really, really slowly to my locker. I didn't even know if I would be able to talk to my friends. I just didn't feel like I was me right then.

I put my backpack in the locker and then looked at the clock. There were still ten minutes to go. Suddenly I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and saw Lucy Turner. She was the captain of the cheerleading squad and the most beautiful girl that I had ever met. We were friendly with one another, mostly because we had been on the squad together for years (She was also a senior and like me she was 18). She was so elegant and effortless cool. We were friendly with one another, but in my heart I really wanted us to be close friends.

Like I said, she was gorgeous. She was a little bit taller than me at 5'6 and she was thin at 115lbs. She had this amazing, long, dark red hair with blondish highlights. Her skin was flawlessly white (not a single freckle, which is odd of a natural redhead). She had gorgeous, huge round blue eyes and a severe, sexy face. Her body was slim and she had small, 32-B breasts and a flat stomach. She had a super models build with slightly flared hips and a long legs. In short, she was the prettiest girl in school.

"Hey Mina, what's up? Why aren't you at the table? I never beat you there," she said smiling a thousand watt smile. For a second my mind went completely blank and I could tell my mouth was open. She giggled, "Everything cool?" I felt like such a doofus.

"Oh jeez. Sorry I was just sort of in my own world there," I said, trying too hard to match her giggled, "No. Umm. I was just running a little late today," I explained.

"That's an acceptable excuse," she said, indicating towards the cafeteria, "Shall we walk?"

"Ok," I said. Trying to sound calm.

"So the school year is winding down," she said, her hands crossed in front of her chest, clutching a binder and walking. She was wearing a tight black t-shirt and a skin tight pair of cloth shorts that accentuated her stunning ass.

"I guess so," I said. I kept trying to think of more things to say, to seem natural but my entire game was off today. I just felt like she knew that there was something wrong with me.

"Well," she said, not noticing my twitchiness, "We are going to need a new captain when I graduate this year. It is a tradition for the old captain to pick a new captain," she explained. I was barely listening.

"Uh-huh," I said.

"There is a lot of pressure on me to pick a junior. Usually we pick rising seniors. But I think it is more important to pick the right person. You know? Like, I am not just going to pick Julie because she is popular. She doesn't even show up everyday," She explained.

"No," I said. We were in the cafeteria now.

"So I want to pick Beth. But I know that no on else is going to support me. I need you to have my back on this. I would really appreciate it. If you can help me with that, I still have to pick an assistant captain for this year, and I have been thinking about you" she explained and suddenly it hit me. What she was saying. I had imagined this happening a thousand times in my mind and now it was happening and I was too worried about my...dick to enjoy it, "Would you like to do it?"

"Umm..." I said, unable to speak. What an unbelievably strange day.

"If you don't want to..."

"NO!" I said, getting it together, "I definitely want to. I have wanted to do this forever. I just find the words. I am so happy. I want it. Please let me have it. I will back you up on anything you need" I said. I was a little too strong, but she took it in stride.

"Okay, I am going to make the announcement this afternoon," she said and put her arm around me and gave me a little hug. We were standing at our table now. All of the other cheerleaders and their boyfriends were sitting at the table talking.

"Hey guys," I said, and then sat down quietly.

"Why are you late babe? Everything okay," Chad asked. He was my new boyfriend. We had just starting dating about a month ago. Things were going really well. He was sweet and kind and handsome. He was perfect. But looking at him now, I could sense how disgusted he would be by me if he knew about my problem. I knew he wouldn't understand. I gave the revulsion he would have for me if he knew right back at him.

"Chad," I said angrily, "Don't worry about it okay?"

"Hey I told you, I would pick you up but I can't. You live on the other side of the county. We'd both be late everyday," he said. Good, he thought I was angry again about a fight we'd had two weeks ago.

"Listen I don't want to fight," I said, then I turned and started talking to one of the other girls. He rolled his eyes and went back to his friends. I tried to just talk to them, but mostly I just listened to everyone talking and zoned out. Finally, the bell rang and it was time for first class.

The entire first period was just a blur. I sat in my normal seat. Second row from the back, right next to the window. I just found myself staring out the window, looking at a tree and trying to ignore the world. I think my teacher called on me once and I vaguely remember speaking. She didn't seem offended by the answer, so it must have been good. By the end of the period, I found that I was starting to think more and more about the thing between my legs. I was trying to remember exactly what it looked like. I was trying to remember if it was huge or not. I could feel it there, vaguely. But I was too nervous about it to touch it. I went to second class, but the thoughts just started getting more and more persistent. Soon the wall I had been trying to build all morning collapsed and it was absolutely all I could think about.

"Ms. Hayes," Mr. Johnson said, "In what year was the Magna Carta signed?"

"1215," I said, then quickly followed it with, "May I please go to the bathroom?"

"Good answer. Of course you can go," he said. I was up like a shot and out of the room. I tried not to go too fast, I didn't want anyone to think anything was wrong. I made it to the bathroom and quickly climbed into one of the stalls and sat down on the toilet. I didn't really have any idea what I wanted to do and for a moment I just sat there, looking at my feet. Finally, I decided I would take off my skirt and panties and hang them on the door. I needed to have a look at this thing.

I slid my skirt off quietly, I wasn't sure if there was anyone else in the bathroom, I had rushed in so quickly. I hung it on the peg. I looked at my black, boy shorts underwear and I could see the little bulge in them. I quickly slid them down my legs and hung them up as well. I pushed my knees together and the dick sat up between my legs, the balls resting on my thighs.

I had had expected my legs and crotch to spontaneously grow thick, manly hair or something my legs but my pubes were still waxed completely bare from the night before. It was very small for a dick I suppose. I had only ever seen one in my life, it belonged to my boyfriend. He had taken it out one night and I had giggled and told him that I didn't want to give him a hand job. I was very uncomfortable about touching it the, but I had been curious. His penis was probably 6 inches long. I had talked to other girls and it seemed that was relatively normal. 

On the other hand there was my dick. It was only about 3.5" long and was pretty thin actually, only about an inch or so in diameter. My testicles were actually bigger than my boyfriend's had been. They appeared to each almost be the size of a golf ball. The skin on the shaft and balls looked just like the rest of my skin, light and white. I put my hands on the shaft and pulled the skin down and saw the tip, it was a bright pink color and was surprisingly feminine. It was actually the same color as my clit, I realized. I had always had a somewhat large clit and it seemed like this thing had grown out of it. The penis itself was spongy and heavier than I had expected. When I lifted my balls up I was really surprised by the weight. I saw that my vagina had closed up entirely.

Suddenly, all of this touching was making something strange happen. I could feel the spongy cock getting harder in my hands and I realized I was starting to get an erection. All of the thinking about my clit had me thinking about orgasms and masturbating and the touching hadn't made anything any better. I couldn't believe it, but my tiny dick was getting hard. It didn't take long. In a few seconds it was hard as a rock. It didn't get much bigger, but it sort of bulged a little bit. It got even more sensitive to the touch. 

I felt my cheeks getting hot even though there was no one else to see it. I also felt a little light headed; which I guess made sense because my body wasn't designed to have blood diverted from my brain. Suddenly I had an uncontrollable urge. I wanted to feel what an orgasm would feel like from a cock. I was still intensely embarrassed, but this new feeling sort of covered it. It's hard to explain. It was like the cock was controlling my mind somehow.

I had never given a hand job before, but I had to admit I had seen a boy masturbating before. Okay, it was on the internet. I was just sort of curious as to how they did it and I went on a website. It's not like I am some giant pervert or anything. I don't look at porn all the time, but I did it once, and so I knew how it worked.

I put my hand around the shaft of my penis and felt its hard warmth against my soft palm. I squeezed it, but I squeezed a little too tight and I loosened my grip. I started to rock my hand back and forth across my dick. I could feel the thick vein that ran across the bottom. It was an amazing feeling. The best part was when my fingers drifted up and over the tip and then back down again. I found myself squirming on the toilet and biting my lip to avoid making noise. I can't even describe how it felt. It was different than when I masturbated before. Not better or worse just different.


A Big Side Effect Ch. 02



You can probably figure this story out without reading Part One. But, in Part One Mina Hayes had a large side effect (its a dick!) from cancer medicine. She used it on her friend, some twins, and her doctor. Read it if you want more details. Here is a link: http://www.literotica.com/s/a-big-side-effect

Chapter 1: Cumming to the Convention

"Mina Hayes," I said as I set my bag down on the counter. I was still like totally sore and exhausted from the plane ride to Philadelphia. It was only noon, but it felt much later. I smelled like the taxi that had gotten me from the airport. The man behind the counter typed something into his computer. I looked around the hotel lobby, it seemed pretty nice.

"I am not seeing a Mina Hayes with a reservation," the man said in a very snooty voice. I looked up at saw a sign on the counter.

"There," I said, tapping the sign, "I have one of the block of suites that ConPharmaMax reserved for the convention." I explained. He looked down at the sign. It said, "ConPharmaMax National Convention for Phaliphax PHP Cancer Treatment Patients: A Conversation on Survival and Side-Effects." He looked at the sign and shrugged. It was good, six weeks out and still no one had heard of the "side effects." Not even the guy who worked at the hotel where we were having a convention. I appreciated the fact that it didn't say something like, "Convention for Chicks with Cocks." I mean the guy read the totally boring sounding convention title and had no idea.

"I take it you are a patient," he said typing into the computer.

"Why, don't I look like a doctor?" I said, smiling. Just trying to be in a better mood and all. He didn't smile back. I rolled my eyes when I typed.

"Much too young," he said.

"Maybe I am well endowed...with an excellent mind," I said. I heard someone giggle behind me, I turned and looked and saw a girl about my age. I knew instantly that she was a patient too and she knew what I was saying. I smiled a little, she was cute. And it was a little bit comforting to know that there were a bunch of girl's going through the same thing I was going through.

And my God was I going through a lot. It was six weeks since that morning I'd woken up with my little surprise between my legs. That first day had undeniably been the toughest. I guess I already told that story, at least up until the time that I...had sex with Dr. Marta. After that I'd left Dr. Marta's office and went home. I'd told my mom about the...side effect. She had been pretty upset and had talked a lot about suing the pharmaceutical company that had made the medicine. That was, until I reminded her that I'd be dead without them. She was still pretty upset though. I didn't tell her about the feelings that the medicine was giving me, I didn't tell her that it made me want to have sex with women or that my...sperm apparently had some sort of addictive quality that Dr. Marta didn't understand, and definitely didn't tell her I'd had various kinds of sex with my friend, the Otis twins, and my doctor. After a couple of days, I convinced her to just sit tight and wait for Dr. Marta to figure something out. After that, she sort of just pretended like everything was normal.

I, on the other hand, couldn't pretend that everything was normal. At school, I no longer found myself attracted to my boyfriend. I mean, he was a nice guy and everything but I just didn't feel anything anymore. So we broke up. Instead, I just found that more and more I was looking at the girls. I liked the way that their breasts moved when they walked, the way their laughs sounded, the way their butts looked squeezed into a pair of jeans.  And it wasn't like these were just conscious thoughts. I'd stare at girls when they walked and dream about them. And I wanted badly to be with them. I mean, the girls on my cheerleading squad were just too irresistible. 

The temptation was insane. I mean, that first day I had just allowed myself to indulge in it, because it was all so strange and new and uncontrollable. But when I got home that night, I realized that I had to keep control of myself. First of all, I didn't even understand these feelings I was having. What if I hurt someone or did something that I couldn't take back? What if the side effect went away and I felt ashamed about what I'd done? What if I couldn't live with it? Plus, I knew I could trust Dr. Marta, the twins, and Lucy, but if I did anything more, I knew that everyone would find out about me. And while I'd... yes I admit it, had fun with my cock that first day, I still didn't want anyone to know that I had it. So I'd decided to control myself until I found out what was going on. 

But that is like, way easier said than done. After that day, I could tell by the way she looked at me that whatever affect my cum had had on Dr. Marta was still in effect. But she tried to be professional. I mean I could see her stare at my body, I knew that she was smelling my perfume when we were close, but she never acted on it. Lucy was a different story. Whenever she saw me alone, she would try to kiss me and reach between my legs. She would tell me that she loved me and ask me to stay over at her house at night. I was a flyer on the cheerleading squad, and anytime I was in the air, I could feel her eyes going up my skirt, trying to see my bulge (even though she knew that I taped my cock down, very hard, so that no one would ever notice). I always tried to be gentle; I didn't want to hurt her feelings. But I was always clear. Of course, I could never say it to Lucy, but it was the hardest thing I ever did, to push her away. Her body was so lovely, her smile was so dazzling, and her personality was so fun and bubbly. I wanted more than anything to be with her. I wanted her to hold me in her arms, I wanted her to kiss my breasts, and I wanted her to suck my dick. And that was how I knew that I had to resist, even though it took every ounce of self-control I had. How could I want someone to suck my dick? I didn't even really want that dick. Did I?

Speaking of my dick, it seemed that now at six weeks out, it had finally stopped growing. I hadn't noticed it at first, because it didn't change very much from day to day. But after the first week, I was peeing in the morning (I peed standing up because, I mean if you have the opportunity you might as well take it right?), and I noticed that it poked out of my hand a little bit more. And each week for the next few weeks it was just a little bit longer. But finally, just the week before I took this trip to Philadelphia, It seemed to have stopped. It was never going to be a big cock I guess, it was only about 4.25 inches now, and it was still relatively thin. I was just happy that it was done.  My balls hadn't gotten any bigger, which was good, because they were already really tough to tape down. 

Around the same time that my cock had stopped growing, I got a phone call from Dr. Marta. She told me that the high number of women who experienced the same side-effect as I had, convinced the pharmaceutical company that had made the treatment, ConPharmaMax, to organize a convention. It would bring together patients, pharmacists, doctors, and other interested parties together to talk about the condition in a confidential situation. It seemed that it was in everyone's best interest to keep this situation under wraps. And it was an opportunity to discuss the situation with other people who had the same experience. 

I had wanted to go immediately. My mom originally wanted to go with me, and that I was like really sweet and everything, but I didn't want her to go. I mean, this was my problem and I was a woman now, 18 years-old. I wanted to handle this myself. I had fought a little with her about it, but in the end she couldn't get the time off of work anyway. So ConPharmaMax had bought me a ticket, reserved me a suite in the same hotel that the convention would be held, and even sent me some introductory information. And I guess that gets me to where I started, at the desk at the hotel.

"Alright Ms. Hayes, here are your keys," the clerk said and handed me two little credit card things. It was my first time in a hotel by myself and it felt very grown-up and everything to be given the keys and told I could go to my room. I walked over to the elevator and pushed the button. Then I looked around the lobby one last time. I saw young women my age texting on their phones, I saw young professional women typing on tablets, and I saw mother rummaging through their purses. I stepped into the elevator and wondered which of them was like me and what they were feeling.

My room was on the 12th floor, and I rode the elevator by myself. I got out on my floor and made my way to my room. I was in room 1213 and as I approached it I saw a women in early forties standing at the door next to mine. A younger woman, right about my age, was sitting on the floor next to her. The older woman kept putting her key into the door. I heard a little beeping sound and the older woman stamped her foot.

"God damn it!" she yelled.

"Jeez mom, relax," the younger woman said, standing. She then took the card, pushed into the slot, and then sighed when the little beeping sound occurred again. Finally, I was standing right next to them. I took out one of my keys and slid it into the door. It flashed green and then opened. I glanced over and saw the two women stare at me like I was a genie or something. I dropped my bags on the floor in my doorway and as the door swung shut, it propped it open. I looked over at the helpless mother-daughter pair and smiled.

"You need to push in quick, but pull out slow," I said, "I had a summer job at a hotel last year, I know how it goes." I took the key from the girl my age and effortlessly opened the door. They sort of laughed sheepishly the way people do when technology outsmarts them.

"Thank you so much," the mother said, throwing her bags into the room. She extended her hand and I shook it, "My name is Cassie and this is my daughter, Brittany." I reached over and shook Brittany's hand as well. Cassie was around 5'6 and around 120lbs, very slim for an older woman. Her hair was short and sort of chestnut colored and she had pretty brown eyes behind thick glasses. Her face was warm, her smile bright, and her skin relatively smooth and clear. Her body was very thin, with small, but perky breasts, and somewhat pointy joints. But she still had a feminine flair to her hips and a surprisingly big (but toned) bottom for a woman so thin.

"Nice to meet you," I said. I could tell just by looking that Brittany was Cassie's daughter. She was short, around 5'4 and had chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. She was also wearing glasses, but her hair was much longer than her mothers, I mean down to her ass. It was really beautiful, very thick and healthy. Like her mother she had small breasts, slim legs, and an oddly big (but again, toned) ass. Her skin was as clear as her mother's, but more pale, and she looked more reticent, less likely to smile than her mother. But like her mother, I found her sexy. I didn't want to think that, but I couldn't help it. My eyes wondered over their bodies, especially those big asses. I pictured my hands on their hips, my hard cock pushing into those soft asses... And then I had to consciously decide not to think those thoughts. God, this was so hard!

"Are you here for..." Cassie began and then suddenly she stopped. I realized what she was asking and she did not want to get asked any follow-up questions if I was not.

"The ConPharmaMax convention?" I finished for her and she nodded slowly, "I am." I replied. And she brightened a bit.

"A patient?" Brittany asked, her voice small and shy.

"Yes," I said and I knew I was blushing. 

"Us too," Cassie said. And I was a bit surprised. I knew that the cancer that the drug in question combated had a genetic component (I mean the Otis twins both had it), but for some reason I had seen Cassie and Brittany and instantly assumed I was looking at a situation like I'd just managed to avoid: Mom taking care of daughter with medical condition. It was odd that both of them were here for the same reason.

"Well, hopefully we will get some answers," I said awkwardly. It was strange to know that we were three women standing in a hotel hallway, with dicks between our legs. They seemed to sense this too.

"Well," Cassie said, starting to inch into her room, "The first seminar is at 3:15, so we better get settled," she said. Brittany sort of gave me one last look and then slipped into the room after her mother. I let out a sigh, it was going to be an awkward three days, and then I walked into my room.

I was a little disappointed, to be honest with the room. The pharmaceutical company told me that I'd have a suite. I'd assumed that meant, you know, like a hotel suite. But it was just a normal room. A bathroom immediately on walking in to the left, a queen sized bed, a desk, a chair, and a flat screen television on the wall. It was nice, but nothing special. I noticed that on the wall that separated my room from Cassie and Brittany that there were two doors. I opened one and found a tiny closet with a safe inside of it. I opened the other door and found another door. Apparently, I had a room that adjoined Cassie and Brittany's roof. Hardly a suite. But I got over it. Because it was kind of like really nice college dorm room and I had a chance to think about what college would be like the next year. Assuming everything got fixed.

Finally, I threw my bag onto the desk and flopped down onto the bed. I thought back to my ride on the plane. I thought about the flight attendant who'd helped me put my bag in the overhead compartment. The way her perfume smelled when she leaned over to help, the way her calves looked poking out of her long skirt, and the way she'd smiled at me and tossed her hair. I thought about the girl I'd seen in line down at the register, I thought about Cassie and her daughter. My nipples were getting hard, pressing against my t-shirt. I could feel my cheeks getting warm. I was so horny.

I'd learned something in my six weeks with a cock. The only way, the absolute only way, that I could stand to be out in public with this unbelievable urges, was if I took a couple of times a day to... take care of myself. I was embarrassed about it at first, I didn't like that I did it. But it was either that or be completely unable to control myself around pretty girls. That's what had happened with the twins and me. It's what happened with Dr. Marta. So I did what I had to do. And if it felt good, what was the harm?

That day, I'd been up since 4 a.m. had I hadn't had a chance to ensure that I'd be alright to be around others. And now, in the privacy of my hotel room, I needed it. Bad. I could feel my little cock straining against the tape. I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, throwing them onto the floor. I lifted my t-shirt up over my head and unhooked my bra. In a moment, I was only wearing my panties. I slipped those down as well. I looked down at my crotch. When taped, I almost looked normal (except for the thick red stripe of tape that is). Smooth and perfect like I'd been before. But I grabbed onto the tape and I knew from experience that it was best to go quick. I tore the tape like a band and yelped a bit. Well, at least it was keeping me nice and hairless.

I looked down and watched as blood rapidly flowed into my little white cock. I had to admit, I was so horny now that I was happy to see my penis. It meant that I was going to get relief soon. And with the sexy thoughts that were running through my mind, in a matter of seconds, I was hard. I lay down flat on my hotel room bed and let the cool covers kiss my skin. I reached my hands up to my breasts, squeezing them lightly, pinching my own nipples. They became harder and more sensitive. And my cock ached a bit, I liked to tease it a bit, it made cumming so much better.

Next I craned my neck and grabbed one of my breasts with both hands. I don't have really big breasts, but they are big enough. I bent forward and stuck out my tongue. I felt the hot warmth of my tongue against my nipple, and then swirled my tongue around, lavishing more sensation onto it. I was whimpering now, and my hips couldn't keep still. My legs felt weak, like every ounce of energy was tied up in my cock, trying desperately to get a release.

I couldn't keep my cock waiting any longer. I kept one hand on my breast, keeping my nipple pressed as close to my lips as it would allow. My other hands slinked down my body. It was warm and I liked the way it felt when it rolled over my breast, down my ribs, over my belly, and against my cock. My whole body felt electric when my hand touched my dick. It sort of shook a little, like it would explode. But I kept my hand moving. In a moment, my fingers were grasping my balls. They felt hot, full, and soft. I played with them, gently rubbing my hands over them and enjoying the way it somehow made my nipples feel.

But my cock was so...insistent. It needed me. My fingers slid up over my scrotum and I felt my long fingernails play against my shaft. I moaned loudly, squeezing my breast as I did so. I admit it, I loved the way my cock felt in my hand. The skin was so smooth and soft, but it was so hard inside. Like a hot piece of metal wrapped in silk. I gently moved my fingers over my cock, swirling my palm around on the tip. I was breathing heavy now. I stopped licking my nipple and just sort of drooled on it. 

I wrapped my hand around my cock now, and it felt alive in my hand. Only a little bit of my cock poked out of my palm and it looked sort of cute and girly in my hand. I started to stroke it, slowly at first. I just enjoyed the way it felt to have all of the gentle ridges and valleys in between my fingers slide up and down on my cock. I started to move my hand faster. I was moaning constantly now, and writhing around on the bed. My hand pumped up and down, slipping over the tip of my cock and pounding down hard into my scrotum.

It didn't take very long. I needed it so badly. I could feel it starting to build, peel the pressure in my testicles. I didn't even have the ability to think anymore, I was just acting. I dropped my breast and then rolled backwards on the bed. I flipped back so that my head was against the bed, my feet were past my head on the bed, my ass was straight up in the air, and my cock was looking at me right in the face. And I kept stroking my cock the whole time.

I rolled just in the nick of time. I heard myself moan loudly. And then my entire body felt like it was made of Jell-o, just weak and wiggly. And the most intense pleasure emanated out form my balls and then spread out, all over my body. It seemed to move in a giant wave, crashed up my stomach and down my legs, threw my breasts, and into my brain. It was indescribable. My entire body finally tensed, and then released.  

And when it released, something else did as well. My eyes were open and I watched as thick, pearly white spurts of cum poured out of my little cock. It came out a couple of big globs at a time. When it came out, I could feel my balls seize and my anus tingled. It was so intense, that it hurt a little. Cum splashed against my face, hot and wet. I felt against my neck and on my breasts as well, and it seeped into my hair. I opened my mouth, catching a big drip of sperm. It splashed across my teeth and hit my tongue. It was warm, and salty, and kind of like a thin jelly in texture. The sensation was wonderful. I savored it before swallowing. It a moment, my cock stopped shooting cum, and I let my body flop back down on the bed. I scooped up cum with my fingers, let it drip all over my hands, and then licked it off. I ran my hair through my mother, sucking down stray drips of sperm. It tasted so good, and there was so much! I swished the cum around in my mouth, feeling it get thick and frothy, and then I swallowed it down. The taste was still heavy in my mouth when I finally stopped, panting on the bed.




A Big Side Effect Ch. 02



It was like this every time. I would get so incredibly horny that I had to masturbate. And I would do it and it was be crazy. I'd do things I'd never consider when I didn't have an erection. And then I'd cum and after I ate up my cum, I'd feel awkward and confused by what I'd done. I'd feel a little ashamed. But it would all happen again. But I didn't have time to worry now, in fact, I was at a place where maybe I would be able to find a cure for this problem. So I got up and ran to the bathroom and cleaned myself off so that I could go to the convention.

Chapter 2: Meeting a Curious Pharmaceutical Rep

I decided that, since I was going to a convention with other women in my condition, I'd dress more comfortably than usual. Instead of a pair of pants and tape, I threw on a comfortable, black pencil skirt. I put on a conservative red button-up blouse and left a little cleavage showing. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked older, and sophisticated. The look I was going for. I stepped out of my hotel room and headed for the elevator.

In a few moments I was standing in the hotel lobby, looking around and wondering where I was supposed to go. There was a little restaurant to the left of the elevators and then a long hallway that ran past the front desk. I saw several women walking down that hallway and decided to follow. I noticed signs soon enough, saying that I was headed towards the convention. 

Finally, I made it into a large auditorium and grabbed a name tag. There were about two hundred women (about 300 were supposed to be coming) milling around waiting for things to get started. Most of the women were between the ages of 18 and 40, which made sense. They would be the ones most likely to get experimental treatment. Many of the women were incredibly pretty, and I couldn't imagine any of them with dicks. We were all having the same awkward thoughts, so we just made silly chit-chat about the weather and everything else. Finally, I noticed an older man walk up to the podium up on the platform in the front of the room. He cleared his throat into a microphone. The other women in the room looked up and then we all found our ways to our seats.

"Good afternoon, my name is Arthur Coates and I am President and CEO of ConPharmaMax," the old man said. He paused, I guess he was used to talking to adoring stockholders and wanted some applause or something, but we weren't there because we were impressed with his work, "I want to thank you all for being here. I assure you that we are doing everything in our power to create a speedy resolution to this problem. We are all in this together, and I think that together, we will be better than ever. I'd like to turn this over to Monica Slater now..." The man said. A handsome older woman stepped onto the platform and shook hands with Artie before he stepped down.

"As Mr. Coates explained, I am Monica Slater and I am general counsel for ConPharmaMax..."she started. So she was their lawyer I guess. She talked for like twenty minutes about liability and other stuff. It all boiled down to "please don't sue us, be grateful we saved your lives, and if you play ball we might be able to get you some money or something while we find a good way to cut off your dicks." All in all, it wasn't too enlightening. They seemed more concerned about covering their asses than fixing our problem.

Then the lawyers were done and the doctors had their turn. It was disappointing but not surprising that they really didn't have anything new to tell us. They told me all of the same sort of stuff that Dr. Marta had been telling me for weeks. And they kept stressing patience. They kept stressing that science can be a slow process and that they didn't want to do anything that would have unintended consequences. Considering there was an unintended consequence was sitting between my legs, their caution seemed a little late. But they were also right, I'd be dead without my dick, the medicine saved my life. 

Each presentation was longer and more boring than the last. I didn't understand a lot of the medical jargon and the doctor's didn't seem to understand that power-point presentation is sheer torture to an audience. I tried to keep focus, but often my mind wondered. And so did my eyes. I looked at the women sitting around me. I thought back to that first day, when I'd seen the twins. I wondered what some of these women would look like naked, touching one another. Oh god, the soothing effects of my masturbation were slowly wearing off, I was getting horny again. I just did what I always do, I suppressed those thoughts, tried to think of something else. And I listened to more insanely boring droning.

Finally, it was around 7:00 p.m. and the CEO came back out and told us that the opening seminar was over and that we would be starting again at 9:30 a.m., the next morning. Everyone clapped, for some reason, and then we got up from our chairs and started to walk out. Some people stopped and talked. But I didn't feel like doing that today. I was too drained. I tried to rush out, I couldn't stand to be in the room any longer. Too much boredom for one day. 

I was also incredibly hungry and I wanted to go get something to eat. I didn't know my way around the area, so I went to the front desk to ask. I rushed fast enough that I was the first person to get there. The same dude was behind the counter as before.

"How may I help you ma'am?" he asked.

"I was just wondering what restaurants were in the area," I said. He pointed over to another desk.

"Ask the concierge, I don't know," he said.

"But..." I started. His phone rang and he put a finger up, as though telling me to wait. I looked at the concierge desk and there was already a long line forming. I sighed and started to walk over in that direction.

"Excuse me... miss?" soft voice said to my left. I heard it but I didn't think she was talking to me, "Excuse me, I am sorry," she said and now she put her hand on my shoulder gently. I turned and looked at her. She was young, but older than me, probably in her early to mid-twenties. And she was absolutely gorgeous. She had very long, dark red hair and big blue eyes. Her skin was clear and fair with perfectly proportional features and very white teeth. She had an incredible body. Her breast were medium sized, but very pert. Her stomach was flat and her hips were delightful. She was wearing a tight skirt and her butt looked amazing. Her legs were long and thin. She looked like she worked out two hours a day. She was taller than me and had an air of gentle superiority about her. I felt my cheeks flush. This chick was smoking hot.

"Uh... yes...?" I asked, trying to sound casual and cool.

"Are you with the ConPharmaMax convention?" she asked and my eyes darted to the side. Was she a reporter or something? She looked kind of like a television reporter. Did she know? Was she going to expose everyone? Expose me? She must've seen the panic in my eyes. She reached into her pocket and pulled out a card. It said, 'Angie Gustafson, Pharmaceutical Representative, ConPharmaMax' and then listed her phone number and some other stuff.  

"I work for the pharmaceutical company," she explained.

"Oh," I said, a little more relaxed, but still confused, "How can I help you?"

"I just wanted to talk to someone about the convention really quick, and you were the first person out," She explained. And smiled. She was lovely and I felt my heart beating more quickly. I needed to avoid this situation before it got out of control. 

"I'm sorry, I can't talk right now, I need to get something to eat," I explained. She was smiling and nodding. 

"Oh that's great, I need to eat something too!" she said, taking my hand in her's. Her skin was soft and I could smell her perfume, "And if you come with me, we can put it on my ConPharmaMax card and you don't need to pay."

"I don't know," I said, looking back at the line at the concierge desk. I wanted to eat, and I wanted to stare at this beautiful woman, but I didn't want to droll on her, I didn't want my cock getting hard in public. I didn't want to do something embarrassing.

"Oh come on... Mina, I know my way around here and you don't. I promise I won't bite, they pay me to be pleasant and agreeable" she said. For a moment, I thought she had somehow recognized me from a company file or something and felt very uncomfortable. Then I remembered I was wearing a name tag. She was smiling at me so sweetly. And my stomach rumbled and made up my mind.

"Let's get sushi," I said and she beamed at me. And we were off. She definitely knew her way around. She sort of jogged in front of me, winding through city blocks. She talked lightly the whole time and I tried to pay attention. But I couldn't help but notice the way the muscles in her butt flexed as she walked or the way her breasts jiggled when she walked. And her voice was so musical, her face so bright. It was fun, and for a few minutes I was not thinking about the convention or what it meant. I was having an adventure in a strange city with a beautiful woman.

Finally, we arrived at a sushi bar and were seated in a booth. For a few moments, Angie just inspected the menu. I did the same. When she was done, she placed the menu on the table, sighed and then stretched. My eyes wandered over to her body as she stretched her arms to the ceiling, her breasts standing out all the more noticeably from her lithe body. Then she sort of collapsed down into the booth seat, looking relaxed. And sexy.

"Sorry, just been a long day," she explained, "these kinds of things bore me to death."

"Me too," I said. We spoke for a few minutes. She asked about my life, about where I wanted to go to college, and everything like that. I found out that it was her job to try to convince doctor's to use ConPharmaMax products and that she traveled a lot and seemed to generally have a pretty interesting life. She was single, I learned. The waiter came over and we gave him our orders.

Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, "Why did you ask me to come to dinner with you?" I asked. And she smiled at me and tilted her head. For a moment she didn't say anything, but she took a drink of her water and seemed to get her thoughts in order.

"Well, I was representing ConPharmaMax in our oncology division when this drug of yours was first getting developed. I remember they were very excited about the animal testing. They thought that this could be a major breakthrough and everything else. We were supposed to be getting information about the human trials and then..."

"What?" I asked, even though I already knew: Spontaneous genitals!

"Nothing,"

"Huh?"

"They stopped talking about it. I asked around, but no one heard anything. My bosses told me to just sell what we had and that it mustn't have panned out. But usually, when something big flames out, we at least get to hear why. So then, a couple of weeks ago I switched from oncology to Elective Medicines. You know, stuff people don't really need but have huge profit margins. Boob jobs, labia trims, erectile-dysfunction medicine, and stuff like that. Anyway, I get there and I hear all these people talking about this new drug that was tested for something else, but it turns out that it also causes strange genital mutations, increased sex drive, and has some sort of weird addictive quality. And when they said the name of the drug, I realized it was the same one. I found out why they'd stopped talking about it. So I did some research, found out about it. And came here."

"Why?" I said, suddenly feeling nervous. Was she a whistleblower? Did she think they were doing something unethical.

"Honey, if they isolate the different properties in this drug it could be a license to print money," she explained, "And who do you think is going to be well-placed to take advantage of that? A person who knows all about it from the beginning. I just want to talk to you and figure out what's going on. I can get doctor's interested in this drug while they fine-tune it, then I will sell like crazy when it comes out. And in a couple of years, I will be the one printing money," I could almost see the dollar signs in her eyes. She still looked beautiful, but she seemed a little tainted now. I didn't know if I liked the way she thought. I mean, I didn't want her to be a whistleblower, but if she was, at least that was respectable. This was kind of...wrong. And I didn't like being a guinea pig. I didn't like that my accidental penis was being used as a test to increase other people's sex drives or give them addictive cum. A good saleswoman, Angie seemed to sense what I was thinking.

"Hey listen," she said, "you don't have to talk to me if you don't want to. And don't think I don't empathize with you. I mean, that's a weird deal you got there. But...you know it will be bad for you no matter what. At least if we keep working at it, your experience will help someone else. I mean, if we isolate the parts that took care of your cancer, then you are helping to save lives right now." And that actually made sense. I didn't like it, but it made sense.

"Okay, what do you want to know?" I asked. She started to ask questions. How increased was my sex drive? How big was my penis? Did it look like a man's penis? What effect did my sperm have? And on and on and on and on. I tried to whisper, I didn't want anyone to overhear. Angie was discreet as well. And it felt good to talk, to explain what I was feeling to someone, especially someone who was pretty and respectful. Someone who was unfailingly professional and didn't bat an eye when I described some of the actions on that first day (I was careful not to use names). Finally, I had satisfied all of her questions and had gotten a free meal out of the deal. But I didn't feel good about it.

"So, do you think you can sell my sorrow," I said after it was over. She didn't really deserve that, but I was tired of feeling like a freak.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean for it sound like that," she explained, and she genuinely looked sorry.

"I know, I am sorry," said. She reached over and put her hand on mine. She looked into my eyes and I could see actual remorse there. Not pity, she didn't feel bad for me. She felt bad about what I'd been through because she was involved. I could respect that.

"I know that you are tired of being looked at like a test subject, I know my questions were invasive," she said. I started to protest, to apologize again, but then she raised her hand, "Listen. Let me make it up to you."

"How? You already bought me dinner," I said. She didn't speak. She grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the booth. "Where are we going?"

"Shh!" she said, "Just follow me, you'll find out." She pulled me down a hallway and past the kitchen. Then through a set of doors. Finally, she pulled me into a bathroom. It was a little dirty, and a single-seater. She locked the door behind her. I was completely confused.

"What are you doing?" I asked, confused. She spun around from the door and looked at me.

"I want to give you something," she said, but spoke no further. I raised my eyebrows.

"Well...what?" I asked.

"I am going to give you a chance to do me one last favor," she said and I rolled my eyes, "By letting you get even with someone from the pharmaceutical company." She said, and that piqued my interest. I tilted my head to the side and looked at her, unable to divine what she was getting at.

"Who? How?" I asked.

"Me," she said and then quickly started unbuttoning her tight white blouse. I didn't know what to do. I froze. Suddenly her shirt was off and her perfectly shaped breasts were staring at me, straining against her elegant, black bra. 

"What are you doing?" I croaked. And I felt my cock getting hard. I put my hands between my legs, trying to prevent it from being visible through my skirt. Angie unhooked her bra, but stopped while it hung loosely against her breasts.

"I need to find something out, so I am going to be a guinea pig myself," she said, and she tossed her bra aside. I groaned a little, and actually enjoyed the way the pressure from my fingers felt against my hard cock. Her breasts were so lovely. Her skin was so smooth and white, her nipples were pink dots, pointing up into the air. Her breast were shaped like teardrops. I wanted to feel them.

"What?" my mind clouding now

"And you will test on me," she said, quickly unzipping her skirt. She let it fall onto the dirty floor. She was wearing little black panties and they looked so cute on her. She slipped her thumbs into them, sliding them down around her ankles. Her pussy was a hot red gash in her creamy white skin, perfectly proportioned, it begged to be fucked. I could barely control myself. My cock felt like it was going to explode, but I had to keep cool.

"I don't understand," I said. I felt light-headed and I sat down on the toilet. Angie smiled at me and walked over towards me, wearing only her high heels. As she slinked towards me, I felt my heart beat even faster.

"It's simple," she said, stopping just a foot in front of my knees. She knelt down in front of my and put her hands on mind. Carefully, she pried my hands away from my cock. My skirt tented out and she licked her lips when she looked at it.

"I don't understand," I said, gasping for air as her finger brushed against my dick. This didn't make any sense, how was this happening.

"Mina," Angie said in a very serious voice, "I didn't pick you to have dinner with me because you were the first person out. I saw you come into the convention hall, I thought you were cute (I'm bi, for what it is worth). And I also wanted to see something. Like I said, I need to understand everything about this drug. I have ambition Mina, and I am willing to do anything to achieve my goals. I want to be CEO of this company, and to do that I need to know how to make it money. A lot of money. So, what does that mean? It means that I need to know just how addictive you are. And the best way to know is to find out myself. Then I can speak with authority (of course, while never admitting to doing anything). So I am running a test, I am running it on myself. And then, we will be even. And I figured if I was going to do this anyway, I might as well pick someone who I wouldn't mind seeing naked." I felt confused, and flattered. I think this beautiful woman was saying I was attractive.

"What if I say no?" I said, my cheeks flushed and my nipples hard against my shirt. Angie laughed, sweetly but still a bit derisively.

"You just told me about all of your side effects. I know that you are uncontrollably attracted to women. I also know I am a very attractive woman, that's how I got this job. And I can see how much you like me." Through the skirt, she took the tip of my cock in between her forefinger and thumb and shook it a bit. My entire body felt like weak and I moaned. Angie giggled.

"I can't," I said, but everything inside of me said that I had to. Angie seemed to understand this, like I said she was a good saleswoman. She flipped up my skirt, exposing my panties. I tried to flip it down again, but she held it up. Then I felt her slip a finger inside of my panties, I felt her nail graze against my cock. I couldn't speak anymore. She was completely in control. I looked down at her soft red hair and I felt like I was in heaven. Any internal conflict was gone, I just needed this. Carefully, she slipped my cock out of the right leg-hole in my panties. She gasped.

"It is so cute!" she said, I looked down and saw her hand gently touching my hard little pink rod. She looked so beautiful, her face was only inches away from it. My balls ached. I didn't want to talk anymore, "I pictured something...I don't know... weird looking. This is so sexy... its girly you know?" I couldn't speak, I just nodded. "Done objecting?" she said, seeing my almost complete lack of will to do anything but enjoy her touch.




A Big Side Effect Ch. 02



"Yes," I barely croaked. She smiled and then leaned forward and gave my cock a quick little kiss. Sensation ran all through my body. And she looked so sexy doing it.

"Okay, then I am the guinea pig. Test on me," she said, and bit her lower lip. I gave up. I needed this worse than I needed to keep control of my dignity. I reached forward and put my hand against Angie's cheek. Her skin was smooth and soft. She closed her eyes and leaned against my hand. I slid my hand back and grabbed the back of her neck, gently. Then I pulled her forward. She smiled and seemed to sense what I wanted. She opened her mouth and took my hard little cock into it.

She engulfed my entire cock in her mouth in one quick movement. I sucked in breath quickly. She leaned into me now and I felt her soft breasts against my knees. She rubbed her tongue against the bottom of my cock and I felt like I was melting. I cannot describe how lovely her mouth felt. Her soft, hot tongue was against my urethra, her pillowy cheeks against the sides. Even the roof of her mouth felt soft. I felt so warm and safe inside of her mouth. She didn't bob her head up and down like I'd expected, instead she just gently massaged my cock with her whole mouth. 

While she did that she also reached up with one of her hands and gently massaged my balls. I felt her fingers slide my balls out of my panties to get better access. Her long delicate nails played over my scrotum and she bounced my balls gently on the pads of her fingers and even her palm. She grinned around my cock while I writhed on the toilet seat. 

I couldn't take the pressure anymore, I needed to do something. My first thought was to get naked. I quickly unbuttoned my blouse and threw it on the floor next to Angie's. Then I unhooked my bra and threw it as well. My nipples were hard and they actually ached even though I had not touched them yet. I leaned back against the tank of the toilet, trying to get some support. With her one free hand, Angie, reached up and grabbed one of my breasts. I grunted as her fingers sunk into my skin. Her fingers danced against my nipples, the hole while she kept sucking on my cock.

I bucked my hips now, trying to drive my cock harder into her mouth. Her hair splashed against my legs, covering my whole lower body in her soft, tickling hair. Her eyes shown as she suck on me and rubbed me. I'd never felt anything so good in my life. She clearly had more experience with this kind of stuff than anyone I'd been with before. I felt her move so that my leg was between hers, I felt her squatting with her pussy directly against my foot. Her cunt felt hot and it was dripping onto my foot. I wiggled my foot and could hear her moan around my dick. 

I can't really describe what happened next as a conscious thought. I mean, afterwards when I looked back, I knew what I'd done and why, but in that second it was just instinct. I later realized that Angie, this incredibly sexy woman, had told me that she was the guinea pig and I'd be running an experiment on her. But here I was, getting my cock sucked passively, letting Angie play with my cock, with my tits. She was in control. I was just letting her do what she wanted. I didn't want to be under the control of ConPharmaMax anymore, even if it came in this sexy package. I'd been so silly to think that by passively waiting for my "condition" to get better while suppressing my urges that I'd taken control of my life. I'd let this problem define me and make me miserable. Maybe the best way to stop feeling like a guinea pig was not to hope that it stopped, but to do it on my terms. To accept whatever feelings and desires I had not being ashamed of them. Now I was in control, and I was running the test. 

I stood up quickly from the toilet, my cock popped out of Angie's mouth and she tumbled back onto the dirty bathroom floor. She was sort of sitting on her butt, her legs tangled, and her arms thrown back for support. Her shoes had fallen off. She looked confused and incredibly sexy. I stood in front of her now, my cock sticking out proud from my body. I smiled and then reached my hand out. Angie looked confused but took my hand, I helped her to her feet.

"Everything okay baby?" she asked. Her lips were wet from spit and I could smell the musky scent of my cock on her breath.

"Almost," I said, I moved to the side and sort of flung Angie's arm forward. She gave a little scream, then a giggle, as her hands flew forward. She grasped onto the tank of the toilet. Now she was sort of bent over the toilet, her back parallel to the floor, her ass up in the air. She started to stand up, but I put my hand on her back, holding her down. She stayed still. 

I walked around behind Angie and as I walked I unzipped my skirt and let it slide off of my hips. Then, when I got around behind her, I quickly slipped off my panties. Now we were both naked. Angie looked over her shoulder at me and smiled. I looked down at Angie's ass. The globes of her flesh were tight and round. I put my hands on them cautiously, letting my hands sink into their warmth. I heard Angie moan as I did this. Then I sort of shook her asscheeks, letting them bounce together and make a fun sort of smacking sound. I pulled them open and saw Angie's tight pink asshole. I ran my thumb against it and I felt Angie's body shake all over. I bent over a bit and saw her hot red slit, dripping juices onto the floor.

Angie was taller than me, and even bent over her ass and pussy were too high for me. I looked down on the floor and saw Angie's high heels. I saw that they were about the size of my feet. I knelt down on the floor. As I did so, I let my hand glide over Angie's ass, down her thigh, to her knee. I could smell her delicious pussy as I moved and her body trembled against my touch. I quickly slipped her shoes on and stood up. I was considerably taller now, standing behind Angie.

I put my hands on her hips, pushing my thumbs onto her ass cheeks. "Put it in baby," Angie begged. I didn't need anything else. I moved forward and pushed the tip of my little, aching cock against Angie's wet pussy. She was so incredibly wet that the tip slipped in without me even pushing. Angie gasped and pushed back into me. Angie's pussy was so tight, and felt almost like her hot mouth had felt. Warm, wet, and constantly sucking. Angie pushed back so hard, I couldn't have stopped if I tried. In one quick motion, my cock was entirely buried in her pussy.

"Holy shit, that feels good for a little cock!" Angie moaned. I felt my cock flex inside of her, pushing up into her. Then I pulled my cock out slightly and then slammed it back into her. Her elbows buckled and she moaned. My big balls swung up and slapped her little red clit and I felt her knees get weak. Then I started to slide my cock in and out of her, moving in a steady rhythm. And while my cock kept filling her pussy, my balls kept slapping her clit. She was moaning continuously now. I reached under her body as best I could, trying to rub her breasts, wanted to feel her nipples. I did for a while, but she was too tall. But her breasts felt lovely, her nipples hard and silky. 

"Of Jesus Fuck I am going to cum!" Angie screamed. And then suddenly, she let out a loud groan. I moved my hands back to Angie's hips, feeling the orgasm tear through her body. In that same instant, I pushed my cock hard into her. While she came, her pussy contracted, squeezing my dick even harder. I couldn't have stopped it if I wanted to. I let out a little shriek as her body milked my cock hard. I felt my entire body tingle, I felt my balls seize up, and then I felt the sudden release. 

And then I felt my cum. Pouring out of my body, I could feel big spurts shooting out of the tip of my cock. So much that it almost hurt as it burst out of my urethra. So much that it shot out with read pressure, spraying hard at Angie's insides. Angie was panting, leaning her head against the toilet tank, taking all of my cum into her body. It was filling her up. I don't know how much I came, I just know when I pulled out, a full cup of my hot sperm poured out of her pussy and splattered on the floor. I kicked off Angie's shoes and collapsed down onto the floor.

"Oh my god, that was amazing!" Angie said. She turned around now and sat on the toilet seat. I was on the floor, just a few feet in front of her, "your cum is incredible, I can feel it inside of me!" she said. Then she put her hand down underneath of her red pussy and pushed. Big globs of my sperm poured out of her pussy and splattered into her hand. I didn't even know what to do, I couldn't conceive of what she was doing. But then she quickly moved her hand up to her mouth and shoved onto her tongue. It was messy, smearing on her chin and down onto her breasts. She moved her hand back a few more times, each time getting less and less sperm from her pussy. Her body glistened and dripped with my cum.

"I somehow knew it was going to taste good!" she said, "This is bizarre." Then she saw me laying on the floor and she jumped down so that she was lying next to me. A big glob of cum was dripping from her chin and she was smiling. "Wow, that stuff is amazing." She said. She was so nasty, it was such a turn on to have this effect on someone. All that electricity and fun from that first day of having a cock flooded back to me. Then she leaned over and kissed me. Her lips were soft and I could taste my sperm on my lips. Then she broke the kiss.

"I really do appreciate it you doing that for me," I said and I meant it.

"Well we both benefited," she said and I thought about Angie's driving ambition, the reason we were here in the bathroom. 

"So you know how effective the medicine is now?" I asked.

"What?" She said, looking confused. I looked down at her breasts, covered in my sperm. I scooped a little off of her and popped it into my mouth. It did taste good. She shivered, "Oh right. I guess."

"You don't care anymore?" I asked.

"No, I mean, I do. It's just..."

"What?"

"I really want to know if I can see you again," she explained and I smiled. Suddenly, the tables had turned. I leaned forward and kissed her deeply, letting my tongue explore the inside of her mouth. Then, I broke the kiss. I looked at her for a few moment, drinking her in with my eyes. I could see lust in her eyes, and I could see some warmth. But I knew why she wanted to see me again. And quickly started to collect my stuff, to get dressed. Angie was staring at me, confused. She looked lovely, but I suddenly knew the extent of my power. I could have a hundred girls as pretty as Angie if I wanted to. Why should I give her, someone who worked for ConPharmaMax, more than a taste? And she didn't "like" me anyway, she was just infatuated with someone she'd kind of tried to take advantage of.

"What are you doing?" she asked, as I threw on my shirt and zipped up my skirt.

"Going back to my hotel room," I explained.

"Can I come?" she asked, looking bright and sitting up quickly. I stopped for a moment, and looked up like I was considering it. I knew I was going to leave her hanging. But I decided to be compassionate.

"Call me in four to six weeks, maybe I will be able to help you then," I said and walked out the door. 

I didn't look back, but I heard her say, "Damn, I can really sell this stuff."

Chapter 3: Oh Those Noisy Neighbors

I'd gotten back to my room after it had already gotten dark (I admit, I got a little lost on my way back to the hotel, but I couldn't go back and ask Angie for help). That night I slept better than I had in a very long time. I was actually satisfied. I didn't even have to masturbate. I just stretched out on the cool sheets in the bed, naked. I didn't hide my cock (which I usually did even when I was alone), I just relaxed.

The next morning, I woke up feeling pretty good even though the alarm woke me up way earlier than I would have liked. I practically skipped over to the bathroom and I sang while I showered and then blow dried my hair. I wrapped the towel around my breasts and walked out into the hotel room to check the television before I went downstairs for breakfast.

I sat down on the edge of the bed and was about to turn on the television when I heard something. I focused. It sounded like moaning. Coming from next door. I couldn't tell at first if it was happy moaning or like... wailing from sadness or something. I stopped moving and just listened and I could hear occasionally words and the moaning. I could definitely tell it was coming from next door now. From Cassie and Brittany's room. 

I don't know why I was so curious, it really wasn't any of my business. But I was curious. I had to find out what was going on. I moved over towards the wall, and put my ear against it. Actually, the sound became more muffled that way. I was confused by that, until I looked down the wall and saw the door. I'd forgotten! These are adjoining rooms. 

So I moved quickly, but quietly, down the wall. I'd left the door open a bit the day before and forgotten to close it. I could hear more muffled noises now that I was close to the doorway. I opened my door the whole way, and looked over at the door into the neighbor's room. I don't know why I was so nosy, but come on. You'd do the same thing, right? 

Anyway, they design those rooms so there is no doorknob in the middle. Both people have to like, open their doors, so your pervy neighbor can't watch you sleep. The door looked closed, but I decided to give it a little push. My heart raced when I noticed that it opened slightly. It rocked back closed again. My cheeks were flushed and I felt myself sweating a bit. This was so nerve-wracking. If they saw me peeping on them, I'd get in huge trouble. But I had to find out what was going on.

Carefully, I pushed, just a little bit. The door opened in such a way that it would open up towards the bed and obscure the view of the bathroom. It sounded like the people were near the bed, so I only had to open a crack. I moved slowly, trying to make sure that there was no noise. Finally, I had the door open about two inches. I slowly and quietly put my head against the door and opened my eyes. I was completely taken aback by what I saw.

The lights were off in the room and the shades were drawn, but it was daylight and enough filtered in so I was absolutely sure about what I was seeing. I saw Cassie, sitting on the edge of the bed. She was naked, her head thrown back and her hair in her face. Her hands were sprawled back on the bed for support, her dingers digging into the comforter. Her eyes were closed. Her breasts were bouncing up and down, her nipples hard and skin flushed. There was a good reason for that.

Because between her legs was her daughter, Brittany. The younger woman was also naked and she was sitting in Cassie's lap, facing away from her mother. Her long hair was bouncing, as were her small tits. She was grabbing one of her breasts, kneading the skin and pinching the nipple. Her cock, about the same size as mine, was bouncing up and down in her lap, I could hear her balls smacking against her leg. As she bounced I could just barely make out her mother's cock, pounding into her ass over and over again. I could now hear Cassie moaning clearly, and it was Brittany who was speaking.

"Oh God Mommy!" she cried, "Fuck my ass! I need your cum in my ass mommy" she yelled. My knees felt weak, this was just too much. I dropped down on my knees to think. This was the raunchiest thing I'd ever seen in my life. I mean a mother... and a daughter. I considered just sliding back into my room and pretending I hadn't seen anything. But I could hear them moaning. I could hear their skin smacking together, I couldn't not watch.



I tried to inch forward now on my knees. My towel was getting tangled in my legs so I quickly tore it off and tossed it into my room. I was completely naked now, on the floor next to the desk in their room. I was on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air. My cock was dangling down between my legs, but it was already hard and my balls almost throbbed. After all, I hadn't cum since dinner time the night before. I inched forward and peeked around the desk. 

I was a little closer now and the light was a little better. I could see that Brittany wasn't bouncing up and down on her mother's cock anymore. Instead, she had her hands on her mother's knees and was sort of grinding her ass onto Cassie's cock. Her hips were jostling wildly and I could see that it was having the desired effect on Cassie. Her eyes were closed, her mouth was open, and her nipples were harder than even before. 

"Mommy, I want your cum inside of me, I want to drink it out of my asshole!" the girl moaned and Cassie grunted louder. Suddenly, Cassie leaned forward quickly, grabbing her daughter by the hips. Brittany pitched forward a bit, so that her eyes were facing her feet. She looked like she was about to tumble forward completely so that she's land on the floor, but Cassie's grip was strong.

"Baby I love you!" Cassie moaned. Then she thrust her hips up two times in very quick succession. She let out a deep moan. And then leaned back onto the bed, panting. I looked down at Brittany's ass. I could see Cassie's cock, sort of expanding and contracting as her cum filled her daughter's asshole. I could see the cum dripping down the sides of her cock as it overflowed Brittany's bowels. I could even see it start to drip and pool on the floor. I could smell it and I wanted to taste it. My mouth watered and my cock ached, but I was afraid to stroke myself, afraid that the noise would alert the two other woman.

Brittany put her hands on her stomach and groaned, "Oh mommy," she panted, "You're filling me up!" Brittany started bouncing up and down on her mother's cock again. Cassie groaned in pleasure and in pain from the sensitivity. I could hear Cassie's thick cum sloshing in and out of her daughter's asshole. Brittany put her hands on her own breasts, rubbing her nipples and squeezing her flesh.

Then, she let out a loud shriek and I saw her face freeze in a look of pure pleasure. I watched as her balls sort of contracted against her body. Then I watched as thick, white globs of cum burst out of her cock. Her body was still bouncing and her cock was bobbing up and down while she came. This sort of slung her cum all over the place, splashing it around the room and also on to Brittany's chest and face. The girl was smiling, licking the cum off her face even as more sperm poured out of her body. I could hear Cassie laughing as she watched her daughter. Then the two woman collapsed down onto the bed. I could see them holding one another and could hear them sucking the cum off of Brittany's body. They were whispering sweet nothings to one another. I was still shocked by, and still horny from, what I saw. But it seemed sort of, I don't know...sweet. I decided not to intrude any farther in their private lives. This was none of my business. I started to back slowly out of the room and... THUMP! I bumped my ass into the door.

"What the hell is that?" Cassie said. I closed my eyes and swore under my breath. I could hear the covers rustling as the two women covered themselves. "Who is in here?" Cassie said and sounded terrified. I felt so guilty.

"Mom, the door to the room next door is cracked," Brittany whispered and I bit my lip. They were going to figure this out quickly. I decided that my best bet for leniency was just to stand up and take my punishment. So I rose quickly, still naked, hoping that would buy me some sympathy. When I stood, I looked at the two women on the bed. They were wrapped up in the hotel comforter, their arms wrapped around one another. They looked nervous. And pissed.

"M...Marcie?!" Cassie said in an indignant voice.

"Mina," I said, barely above a whisper, and I hung my head.




A Big Side Effect Ch. 02



"What the hell are you doing in our room," Cassie said. She sort of looked around the bed to see if it looked like they'd been fucking. Maybe she was trying to see if it was obvious, if I'd just walked in I might not have known anything. But Cassie's breast was exposed and whole room was warm and smelled like cum. Even if I hadn't been here the whole time, I'd have known.

"Well," I said, and I thought about making something up, but I didn't have any good reason to be there. Let alone, being naked. I decided to tell the truth. I told them about hearing noises, being curious, investigating, losing my towel, being aroused, and seeing them fucking. I was blushing hard by the time I was done reciting the whole thing. Their faces were red and it was clear they were embarrassed more than angry.

"Oh," Cassie said, "You had no right to be here!" she said. She realized that this was the only thing she had on me. I'd witnessed her committing the ultimate taboo, all she had left was a little indignation on violation of privacy.

"I know. I was just curious. And you know how this is, it makes you so horny!" I said, looking at my cock. I was trying to give them an out. At first, Cassie didn't get it.

"That is no excuse," she said, standing and walking towards me. Her cock was limp and looked sexy bouncing against her leg while she walked. I sort of flinched, I didn't know what was coming. But Brittany seemed to see what I was saying. She quickly got up off the bed, ran over to her mother, and grabbed the woman's arm. I couldn't help but feel aroused when I watched Brittany's lithe body move. And the way her breast pressed against her mother's arm was unbearable. Even though I was embarrassed and nervous, my prick was still hard.

"Mom, I think she is saying she understands," Brittany said. Her mother turned and looked at her uncomprehendingly. Then I saw her think about it, and she nodded her head. For a moment she looked at me and then sat down on the chair next to the desk. Brittany stood beside her, with her hand on her mother's shoulder. I was still nervous, but Cassie spoke without any further prompting from me or her daughter.

"Brittany and I started taking the medicine about a year ago. The form of cancer it fights can be hereditary. I guess we both...developed the side effect at around the same time. We didn't tell one another," Cassie explained. She stopped for a moment, and Brittany took up the narrative.

"We were both embarrassed and hoped that the other person wasn't going through the same thing. And at first we didn't know about the other aspects of the side-effects. The hyper-arousal and the... aphrodisiac nature of the sperm," Brittany said, using the word the doctors had used during the conference the day before. She blushed and then walked over to the bed and sat down. 

"Well, I guess Brittany was... masturbating in school," Cassie said, "She wasn't caught or anything, but she didn't even have the will to make it to the bathroom. She would just touch herself through her skirt and then... you know, ejaculate in her panties. Well, I do the laundry. So I handled her wet panties. I didn't think much of it, picking them up out of the hamper. But when I touched them... well you know."

"We only did it the one time," Brittany said, almost pleading with me to understand, "I came downstairs while she was doing the laundry and she sort of pounced on me. But I didn't fight back. I wanted it. I don't know. I'd never thought that way about my mother before. But this thing," she pointed at her dick, "It changes the way you think." Mother and daughter were looking at one another now, and it was clear that it was more than a parental gaze. It really had changed the way they thought.

"But we, we did it that one time and realized that it was wrong. We have worked very hard to behave correctly," Cassie explained, "But we got here. And they gave us a room with one bed because the suites the pharmaceutical company got us were cheap. And we spent all this time talking about our arousal. Last night, we were good. We used all of our will power. But we didn't sleep well. And when we got up this morning, I could feel Brittany's penis hard on my leg. And we couldn't stop." And with that, I got the whole story. I could see, just from talking about it, Cassie and Brittany were aroused again. Their cocks were hard and their cheeks were flushed. It was clear that none of us were intellectually in control of our urges. And this conference, with all its technical jargon, had just confirmed that fact. Even in explaining it, they must've known I understood completely.

I was hornier than ever. Rather than repulse me, the story had simply made the whole taboo situation even more exciting. And I thought back to the day before, with Angie. I'd promised myself to embrace what my body was telling me. Now, my body was telling me to act, telling me that I needed to act to get some relief. I looked at the two beautiful women, mother and daughter, looking at me for understanding and I decided what I needed to do.

"Well," I said and started to walk over to the bed, I felt their eyes follow me and move with my bouncing, hard cock, "I definitely understand. I could tell you some stories about my own life. And about some twins that I know." Their eyes got very big and I could see Brittany's cock twitching as I sat down on the bed next to her, "But just because I understand doesn't mean I don't want something out of this, something to buy my silence" I said slinkily. They looked at me with desire. They knew that my threat was just an excuse, a reason to let them take me. The fact that I hadn't run screaming out of the room when I saw them fucking must've told them that I couldn't judge them. That I was just as trapped, wonderfully trapped, as they were.

"What do you want?" Cassie asked. I didn't speak. I was sitting right next to Brittany, our legs dangling off the side of the bed, her thigh was touching mine. As you know, I am a cheerleader, and a flyer. I am very flexible. I lifted the leg closet to Brittany, and spread it out. I lifted it so that it sort of soared right over Brittany's head. Brittany's eyes looked between my spread legs and she must've smelled my delicate scent. But then my leg went around her back. I sort of scooted over. Now I was sitting behind Brittany, my legs sort of wrapped around her and my cock pressed against her back. But I was done. I quickly pushed Brittany up so she was standing and then, while she was still off balance, swung her around so she was facing me. Now I was laying on my back, my leg's spread wide, my cock hard, and my asshole straight up in the air.

"I want your daughter to fuck my asshole," I said, looking at Cassie, "Tell her to do it." I said. Brittany looked like she was about to move, but she waited for Cassie's permission.

"Can I fuck her mommy?" Brittany asked.

"You'd better," Cassie said, swinging the chair around so that she was watching us. Brittany walked in between my legs and put her hands on the insides of my thighs. Her hands were hot and her fingers pushed hard into my flesh. She wiped some of her own cum off of her tits and belly and then smeared it, now cooler from the air but still wet, all over my asshole. I moaned, enjoying the feel of her soft fingers against that delicate spot. She then spit in her hand and covered her cock in saliva. Finally, she positioned her cock against my asshole, and pushed. My body wanted it so bad, the tip slipped in easily. 

Brittany's spit and sperm made it so velvety and smooth. I groaned, feeling the tip stretch. But it felt so lovely. My ball big balls hung down and rested on Brittany's cock as it started to work into my asshole. Brittany kept her hands on my hips now, holding me still while her cock pushed farther and farther into my body. I moaned and writhed on the bed, the pleasure was intense. And in a few moments, I felt Brittany's own large balls pressing against my ass cheeks and I knew she was all the way in. I wrapped my legs around her thin body while she started to pull out. Then she slammed her cock back into me. Brittany didn't mess around, she starting fucking me hard and fast. I felt her hard cock pushing in and out of my bowels. My mind almost went blank, but I tried to maintain my composure I wasn't done yet. I turned my head and looked at Cassie. She was watching us intently.

"Do you like to watch your daughter fuck me?" I asked Cassie. I should say now that I have no idea where my dirty talk comes from. I mean, it must just come with the hyper-arousal. Whatever.

"I love it," Cassie said. Her legs were spread and she was slowly stroking her cock.

"Your daughter is a filthy fucking whore!" I yelled and Cassie looked like she'd been struck. Brittany giggled and didn't seem to mind. She kept pounding away at my asshole, shaking my whole body.

"What did you say?" Cassie said hotly. Good, I was trying to provoke her.

"You daughter is a cunt and she would probably fuck anyone or anything for five dollars," I said, then I groaned as Brittany rubbed my breast and shoved her hips hard into my asshole.

"You don't talk about her like that," Cassie said. It was clear that her mother's instincts were battling with her eyes and her own knowledge of what we were doing. 

"You want me to shut up?" I asked.

"Yes," Cassie said forcefully.

"Then you better put something in my mouth," I said. I then leaned back on the bed. I was sort of lying across one corner of the bed so my ass was on the edge and my legs were wrapped around Cassie. At the same time, my head was dangling off the foot of the bed, and I let my neck crane completely so that I was looking, upside down, at Cassie on the chair. I wasn't exactly subtle and Cassie seemed to know what to do. 

She was up off the couch in a second. Her put her hands firmly on my breasts and centered her cock against my lips. It was still a little wet from cum and I could smell Brittany's ass on it. I wanted it in my mouth. I parted my lips and let it slide onto my tongue. It tasted as earthy and rich as it smelled and I moaned around it. Cassie pushed it hard into my mouth, almost into my throat. I could tell she wanted to fuck my face, so I just held my mouth of, keeping my tongue thick and wet. Just like her daughter pounding away at my asshole, Cassie started pounding at my mouth. Thrusting her hips hard, but not so hard that she'd hurt me. Both cocks started pistoning in and out of my body in a rhythm. I could hear the mother and daughter, over my body, kissing. 

Surprisingly, Cassie was the first to cum, I guess my lips are tighter than my ass. I felt her hands squeeze hard on my breasts. I heard her make a loud, delectable croaking sound her throat. I felt her balls seize up against my nose. Then, my throat, mouth, and lips were bathed in hot, thick, salty liquid. It filled my mouth and splashed around on my teeth. It even overflowing my mouth, dripping across my lips, my eyes, and even into my hair. It tasted lovely. 

"Fill her up baby," I heard Cassie say, "Help mommy fill this whore up." It was just what I needed to hear at that moment, it was so hot. At that same instant, Brittany gave two or three more hard pumps into my asshole and I heard her squeal. I felt her cock expand in my asshole and then I felt hot liquid pouring into my asshole. And I couldn't take any more. My toes pointed, my muscles all contracted, I felt completely without weight like my entire being was pleasure, I was completely beyond contact with the outside world. And I felt my balls rumble and then, thick, hot spurts of cum poured out of my dick and splashed against my own tits. It just kept cumming, more sperm than I'd ever produced before, a torrent that almost felt more like I was pissing than cumming. I collapsed panting on the bed. I felt Cassie's cock pop out of my mouth and Brittany's cock slide out of my assshole. Finally I felt both women leaning over me, sucking my cum off of my body and sharing it back and forth between their mouths. 

When they finally finished cleaning me, we were all so satisfied, any fears or worries we had before seemed strange. For moment we all just stayed where we were, trying to come to terms with what happen. But we smiled at each other with a little embarrassment. It didn't really have to mean anything, it had just been fun.

"Well," I said, when I felt like the awkwardness had gone on long enough, "I guess we should get down to the convention. We will be a few minutes late." I walked over to the door and found my towel

"I guess so," Cassie said, kissing her daughter once on the lips, "but before you go, I want to say something." Cassie got up off the bed and walked to me, wrapped her arms around me and gave me a big hug. I was a little surprised.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"What for?" I asked.

"For allowing me to love my daughter in whatever way I can, without destroying it. You had that power, and you just let us play. And played with us," she said. 

"You're welcome," I said and I felt good. What harm could come from any of this? It didn't even really feel wrong anymore. Why had been fighting my body for so long?

"Come back over tonight," Cassie said and winked, "I can give you our home address. You can come visit sometime." She said.

"I think I will take you up on that," I said, and kissed her once on the cheek, before heading to get dressed.

Chapter 4: Small Group Session

I had been wrong. We weren't a few minutes late. The session was off to a slow start and we arrived just in time. Arthur Coates was back at the lectern. He spoke briefly, it was clear that ConPharmaMax was out of jargon, today would be a little different. He spoke for a little while about monitoring that would be happening in the next few months, local meetings near big cities where the company would catch up with patients. He also alluded to some sort of cash payment in exchange for this participation. Essentially, they were explicitly promising to pay us in exchange for keeping things quiet and letting them keep tabs on us. I was going to college soon, it sounded fine to me. Anyway, that appeared to be the end of his spiel, now it was time for something new.

"Today, we thought that it might be helpful to break into small groups," he explained, "We thought that maybe you all would benefit by discussing your issues together in a confidential environment. No one from the pharmaceutical company will be present. It is just a chance to know that you are not in this by yourself and maybe learn coping strategies from other people." He explained. So they were kind of saying, we don't have any other ideas. This convention was just to buy you off, we didn't really have enough material for two days. Entertain yourselves. But, at the same time, it didn't sound like a horrible idea. 

So we waited while ConPharmaMax representatives walked around and handed out little slips of paper to everyone, telling us of the randomly assigned meeting groups we were supposed to be with. They broke us up in 30 groups of ten women. Most groups were supposed to meet in specific hotel rooms. I was in Group 26. Apparently, by the time they got to that high of a number, they'd run out of rooms. We were told to meet in Conference Room B. Along the way I thought about what had happened that day. I was still confused, but I was feeling better. Unlike when I'd first grown my penis, I didn't feel any regret. Not after Angie. Not after Cassie and Brittany. Suddenly all the guilt and everything that I felt about my penis was gone. What did I have to feel guilty about? There was just a little voice in the back of my mind asking if I was deluding myself.

So I went to Room B, it was a little windowless room with a long rectangular table. I didn't have much time to think, soon I arrived at the conference room. It was sort of ugly in its décor and the table looked pretty cheap. But it was fine for what we needed to do. There was just enough room for 10 people and I arrived last. I took the seat at the head of the table because it was the only one left and everyone else seemed to want to avoid it.

The ten women in my group ranged in age from 18 (me, the youngest person) to around 40. They were generally good looking women. Most were apparently mothers. Seven were white, two were black, and one was Asian. One of the white women was some sort of computer nerd chick with long pink hair and zany clothes. But generally we seemed pretty normal. And we were all sitting together, with nothing but our dicks in our hands, so to speak. The tension in the room was thick, and no one wanted to be the one to break the silence. I sure as hell wasn't going to do it. We talked generally, just little conversations about stupid things. Time passed and we felt ever more awkward. Finally, after nearly ten minutes, a woman spoke. It was one of the black women, a short woman in her mid-thirties with short hair and large breasts.

"I had to cancel a vacation. We were going to the beach and I'd been working out so I'd fit in this bikini. But I couldn't imagine going now, wearing something so tight and revealing," she said to no one in particular. That broke the dam. Soon there were stories about feeling awkward while being in public, about difficult conversations with friends and doctors, and an entire chronicle of embarrassment and alienation. And I realized that less than 24-hours ago I would be having this same sort of conversation. All of my regrets and everything else. But I didn't know that I felt that way anymore, I knew I didn't want to. Finally, the Asian woman, in her late twenties, broke through the final barrier in our conversation, and spoke about sex. 

"My husband hasn't touched me since it happened," she said and I looked around and saw nodding heads, "I don't blame him though. I mean I wouldn't want to sleep with him if he spontaneously grew a vagina. But the problem is..." she started. And everyone knew what was hanging on her lip, but no one wanted to speak. I decided to take the plunge, to say the last thing that needed to be said.

"But you want it more than ever?" I asked. And there was a sort of pandemonium in the room. Women were talking about their uncontrollable sexual desires and the sort of the strange situations that it had led them to.

"I have to...masturbate ten times a day, at least, to keep from doing something really stupid," one mother of four said.

"I find that I don't even want my husband," another woman said, "All I can think about it women."

"I had sex with a woman," the pink haired girl said, "I'd never had any urge to do it before, but all of the sudden it was all I could think of. And once I did it, I couldn't get her to leave me alone. She drove me to the airport when I came here to the conference."

"I slept with my daughter's teacher," another woman said, "It was a parent teacher conference, I didn't even know how it was happening until it happened."

"I had sex with my husband's sisters. Both of them," another woman said, "It was a family reunion. I can't explain it. I was talking with one and then it happened. I was dazed and walked across the way and started talking to another sister and it happened again." More and more stories like this. And all of them, expressing surprise and more importantly guilt. Everyone felt they'd done something wrong.

"Did you all masturbate before these encounters?" I asked, suddenly realizing what was happening. There was nodding, "Did you wash your hands or just lick your fingers afterwards?" There was some uncomfortable hemming and hawing, but then it was clear they had not washed their hands.

"So what?" the pink haired girl asked.

"So, you know what they said about our cum, it causes a reaction in women. You touched your sisters," I said to the woman who'd confessed to that transgression, "Maybe just touched their hand with yours and then they couldn't control themselves. And you weren't really in a position to stop them." There was a dawning of understanding in the group and they all seemed to recognize the power they had over women, and they seemed a little nervous about it. We were quiet again for a moment. We weren't talking about any of the stuff ConPharmaMax wanted us to talk about. But everyone felt good bitching. And finding out that we all suffered from the same stuff. 




A Big Side Effect Ch. 02



"I just wish it would all go away," one tall, skinny woman said, "I can barely control myself when these urges strike. My...cock is raw from masturbating. I just want to be aroused by my boyfriend again and stop trying to have sex with the other girls at work." There was a general nodding of agreement. Everyone wished that things were back to normal. Except for me. My experiences in the last two days had taught me, pining for the past was a guarantee to be miserable. It was only in embracing the moment that we could be happy. I knew all these women enjoyed masturbating, enjoyed sleeping with women, and enjoyed their cocks. But their minds told them they had to despise their urges, told them that it was better to wait to go back to the way things were. They were wrong, they had to stop fighting their bodies, they needed to embrace pleasure and worry about being normal when and if this condition would be cured. If they never cured our cocks and we just repressed ourselves forever, we'd never experience real happiness again. And it was such a shame when the potential for absolute pleasure was so tantalizingly present. I had to talk to them about it. And if I convinced them, maybe I'd finally convince myself that I was right and take out the last little lingering bit of doubt. But I had to be tactful. Or something.

I was wearing a skirt that day, like I had the day before. And, after fucking Cassie and Brittany, I'd decided not to wear panties. So I put my feet up on the table. I put one on the left corner and one on the right. My legs were spread incredibly wide and I flipped my skirt up. I'd gotten hard while I listened to all these women talk about their transgressions, and my cock was just as hard as it had been that morning. For a moment, talk continued, but one by one the women stopped talking, turned to me and just stared. I smiled devilishly and then wrapped my hand around my cock. I started to stroke it slowly, gripping tightly. I had wanted to do something like this every time I was in a room full of women for the last six weeks. I could barely contain myself I was so aroused. My cheeks felt hot and my nipples scratched across the inside of my tight white t-shirt (so I'd dress a little slutty that day). For a moment, the women just stared. I could tell that the ones that weren't horny from the conversation (if there were any) were horny now. But they all looked like they were losing their minds.

"What the hell are you doing?" one lady around my mom's age asked.

"Beating my meat," I said and then gasped a little. It was a little sexy to talk dirty and it was very sexy to jack off in front of all these women.

"Why?" another woman asked, no less scandalized than the last.

"Because it feels good and I don't know that I am not supposed to," I explained. I quickly pulled my shirt up over my head. My breasts were exposed and I rubbed one breast gently while I continued to stroke my cock. I saw the women squirming in their seats.

"I know you aren't supposed to," the woman who'd fucked her sisters said, "it is wrong. That is what we've all been talking about all this time." This woman deliberately tried not to look at me, but I could see her breathing heavily.

"You've all been talking about how you feel bad, but that doesn't mean it is wrong," I said, "If I am going to do this anywhere, doesn't it make sense that I do it here?" 

"How do you figure," the Asian woman said, leaning in close, I liked the way her breasts pushed against the table. Her eyes followed my hand as it slid up and down on my dick.

"Because unlike someone's teacher or some woman at work, we all know what is going on here. We know what we'd be getting into," I explained, breathing and talking through my teeth as the tension raised. There was a murmur as the woman starting talking to one another. They seemed doubtful, and I was afraid that all this would be for nothing, or worse they'd turn me in to the pharmaceutical company or something and I'd get in trouble.

Then the pink haired girl, who'd remained silent during the conversation, got up from the table and walked over towards me. The other woman watched. As she walked, she started to strip off her clothes. First her dress, then her bra, and finally her panties. She revealed a hard, little pale white cock with giant balls. Her breasts were small, her nipples large and pale, and her body surprisingly stunning for a nerdy girl. 

She stopped next to me, got on her knees, and then ducked under my leg. She resurfaced right between my legs, her back against the table. I looked down at her and she had an incredibly beautiful face. She stuck out her tongue and I saw it was pierced. My heart raced. She took my hand and moved then grasped my cock with her own hand, stroking it hard. I moaned and moved both hands to my breasts. The pink-haired girl kissed down the shaft of my cock and then kissed my balls. I wanted more than anything to cum on her face. She didn't stop when she reached my balls, instead she kept kissing, down my balls. Then I felt her kiss my asshole. My whole body buzzed. In a second, her tongue was out and she was lapping at my asshole, dragging her hard, warm little tongue stud all over my tight little spot.

"Oh my god!" the woman who admitted to masturbating 10 times a day said, "I can't watch this." But no one moved. They just watched the nerdy girl stroke my cock and listened to the slurping sound as she sucked on my asshole.

"Oh shit honey, that feel perfect," I said, running my hands through the girls pink hair. 

"We can't let them do this!" the 10-times-a-day lady said. 

"I want to stop," the lady who missed her vacation said, "but I can't control it now. This is too far in," she said. That was exactly what I'd hoped for. I knew that I didn't have the willpower to stop, I'd learned that in the last few days. I figured if I got things started, these women would feel the same way. Then the vacation lady stood up and started to get naked as well. In a moment her large dark breasts with big brown nipples were exposed. Then, I saw her long black cock. It wasn't huge or anything, but it was biggest dick I'd ever seen on a girl, maybe six inches long. She walked over right next to me and took her cock in her hand. She moved it so it was pressed against my lips. It was hot and hard and I opened my mouth and too it in. She was big and salty and it tasted lovely. I reached over one hand and massaged her balls while I gently slurped up her cock. The woman sighed and shivered in my hands. But she didn't move, she let me bob my head up and down on her cock, driving it into my throat.

I looked out of the corner of my eye and everything was working according to plan. Everyone was getting naked! Everyone except 10-times-a-day lady. She was sputtering about something, begging us to stop. But it was too late now. Women were stripping their clothes off, kissing on another. The Asian woman walked up and placed her hard little cock in my one free hand. I stroked it while the black woman continued to fuck my mouth and the pink-haired girl kept licking my asshole.

Women flopped down onto the table. I saw four of the women that were naked but not fucking me, rolling around together there. Eventually, it settled to the point where the woman who'd fucked her sisters was on her back on the table while the tall, thin girl was standing off the table, holding her legs and fucking that woman in the ass. At the same time one of the black girls got in a sixty nine position over the sister-in-law chick. Both were sucking on one another's cock. The last girl got behind the black girl's ass and started fucking her as well. So there were two girls in a sixty-nine, sucking one another off, while two other girl's fucked their asses.

I looked around for the last remaining girl (as best I could with a cock in my mouth). I saw the lone dissenter, sitting at the table, mouth agape, trying to figure out what was going on. But one girl in her thirties was missing. I looked around, and then suddenly, caught a glimpse of her under the table. She was laying underneath the pink haired girl, sucking her cock and rubbing her own asshole with her fingers.

The room was alive with moans and the smell of sex. Everywhere breasts were bouncing up and down, cocks pounding, and bodies writhing. Even though were in two groups we moved as one. The whole room felt like it was alive with sex. It was the most amazing feeling I'd ever had. And I'd made it happen? What was happening to me? I didn't think too hard about it.

I sucked the cock in my hand as hard as I could and stroked as hard as I could. I focused on the tongue in my ass. The pink-haired girl's hand tightened on my cock. I looked down at her out of the corner of my eye. I could tell she was about to cum into the mouth of the girl underneath of her. She gave a muffled moan and then squeezed my cock incredibly hard and stuck her tongue hard into my asshole. I could tell by the way she looked that she was cumming, and I could hear the girl underneath of her struggle as her mouth filled with sperm. I couldn't take anymore, I almost jumped out of my seat. I sucked hard on the black woman's cock and squeezed the Asian woman's cock as hard mine had been squeezed. 

It was almost like it was meant to be. I felt a chill run down my spine at the same time I felt an intense tingling between my legs. It moved out quickly in waves, engulfing my entire body in a deceptively powerful orgasm. I watched as big, wet globs of sperm shot out of my cock. Most of it landed in the girl's hair, streaking her bright pink locks with cum. She looked up and smiled when she felt it, letting her face get splashed with cum. But at the same time that was happening, the Asian woman groaned loudly and I felt hot wet sperm splashing against the side of my face as it shot out of her cock. And as if that weren't enough, I felt the black woman's cock expand in my mouth and suddenly my tongue was flood with hot sperm. I gulped as much of it down as I could, but it still poured down my cheeks and landed on my breasts. 

Soon, we were all done, even the two girls under the table climbed out, both dripping with sperm. We looked over at the table. The two women fucking the girls in the sixty-nine were leaning over kissing one another. Then, all of the sudden, they screamed into one another's mouths. I looked down and saw their cocks pumping hot cum into the other two women's assholes. The two women broke their kisses and flopped down onto the table. The two girls in the sixty nine kept fucking, even while cum dripped out of both of their assholes, one onto the floor and one down the, and onto her partner's face. One girl starting to cum and the other followed, soon their mouths were filling with cum. And overflowing onto the table. 

We all crawled up onto the table, sticky with sperm, holding one another and breathing contentedly. Apparently, our lone dissenter couldn't take it anymore. She climbed up onto the table as well. She pulled her dress up and started to jack herself off. It did not take long, only a few quick pumps and then she showered all nine of us in her sperm. Then she got down on her hands and knees, moving over the table, drinking up our sperm and her own, sucking it down. Sometimes she shared it with one of us, but mostly she didn't. We giggled and tickled her breasts when she moved by. But soon she'd cleaned the whole table and was lying naked with us. For a while we were truly content.

"What the hell just happened?" one of the women asked finally. And the other's laughed. But I was thinking the same thing running it through my mind. What was I becoming? Did I like? The women started to get dressed, and file out. I moved slower. Wondering about what I'd do next. No one was there, but I decided to answer that rhetorical question anyway.

"I don't know," I said, "But I can't wait to see where that leads us next."

The End.

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A Big Side Effect



It didn't take me very long. All the sudden I felt a seizing feeling in my balls. I couldn't help it, I opened my mouth and let out a croaking sound. I was suddenly filled with a warm feeling that emanated from my penis all over my body and my vision went blank for a second. Suddenly a thick, hot warm liquid squirted between my fingers. I looked down and another hot spurt shot right into my mouth, leaving a little bit on my lips. More kept coming. The taste was salty and sticky but delicious. I couldn't believe how much I like it. I was completely surprised. I swished it around in my mouth and drank it down. A few more spurts and I looked down again. My thighs and hands were covered in thick, white cum. It looked like liquid pearl. I splayed my fingers and looked at it glisten on my fingers. Without thinking I sucked the cum off my fingers. I scooped more off of my thighs and shoved it into my mouth. Finally, I got the last few drips off the tip of my dick and put it in my mouth. There had been a ton of it. Probably 6 ounces. Far more than the boy had produced in the video I had seen on the internet.

Suddenly my mind cleared and I realized what had happened. I couldn't believe what I had done. I could still taste the cum on my lips and tongue and I was disgusted with myself for wanting more. Something more was wrong with me than just this thing. I got up quickly and threw on my clothes. I had to stop this. I ran back to class, hoping no one would smell the sex on my breath.

Chapter 3: A Friend Can Tell

I managed to make it through the rest of the school day. The worst part was lunch. Sitting with my friends and trying to act normal. I did a lot better than I had in the morning and I started to feel a little better. I was starting to come to terms with what was going on. While I was far from comfortable with the situation, there really wasn't anything else to do but accept it until Dr. Marta could help me out. I participated some in class near the end of the day when it became pretty clear that I was going to make it to the doctor's office before anyone noticed what was going on.

It was the end of the day before I realized something. I was supposed to go to cheer practice. Not only that, I was supposed to be named assistant captain at cheer practice. This was going to be a really tough decision. I really, really wanted to go. It was my dream to be captain, but I would settle for the next position down, and I wanted to be at practice. But when I thought about going into the locker-room I realized that I really didn't have an option.

I got my stuff out of my locker slowly and then headed towards the door. I knew that if I drove quickly I could be at the doctor's office before 3:00. I headed for the door, but just before I got there I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned around quickly and saw Lucy standing behind me smiling.

"Where are you going? We have practice..." she said, she looked concerned.

"Oh...yeah. I don't know I just don't feel well," I said unconvincingly.

"I knew that you didn't want to support me on the next captain when I told you this morning. Look I understand if you don't want to or if you can't for some reason. I can always pick someone else..."

"No it isn't that. I do want to help you," I said, rubbing my elbows self-consciously.

"Well then what is wrong. And don't say you feel sick. I can tell when you're lying," she said. I looked into her big eyes and realized she was sincerely concerned about me. I hung my head and tried to keep from crying.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"What? Why are you sorry," she said, putting her hand on my shoulder. I looked back up at her. She was biting her lip and furrowing her brow and somehow it made her look both gorgeous and honest. I grabbed her hand and starting pulling her. She followed behind me without saying anything. I don't know now why I didn't just say I was experiencing side effects from my medication and I had to go to the doctor. When people know you have cancer they don't really ask questions. I don't know, I guess I just needed to confide in someone. I guess I thought Lucy might understand. I guess I wanted to find out if she was really my friend.

I pulled her towards the school theater. I found the back door and pulled her into the green room. It was near the end of the school year, so there was no one around practicing or anything. The green room was just a dank, cinderblock room with a dirty old couch. She sat down and looked up at me expectantly. For a second I froze. The I figured out what needed to be said first.

"Listen, I need you to swear to absolute secrecy about this," I said and she leaned forward and bit her lower lip. She looked so sexy and I was concerned as I could tell I was about to get an erection. This was absolutely crazy. Was I sexually attracted to women now?

"Sure," she said.

"This isn't like the normal sort of 'don't tell anyone' where I sort of hope or expect you will tell someone I mean this has to go to your grave or I will probably end up killing myself. And that isn't a joke," I explained in the most serious tone I could muster. She nodded her head solemnly.

"I swear to God, Mina. Whatever happens here in the green room will be between us until the day I die," she said with equal gravity. I looked into her eyes and I could see she was telling the truth. She wasn't taking this lightly. 

"Okay. Please don't like...laugh or scream or run out of the room or anything okay?"

"Jesus Mina, there aren't a lot of things that can make someone do all of those things. Are you sick again?" She said, patting the couch next to her for me to sit down. I shook my head and stayed standing.

"Okay," I said and then quickly outlined for her my cancer story. I told her about the near death experiences and the final, miraculous medicine that saved my life and brought it up to that morning to, when I woke up in the morning feeling great and knowing that all that was behind me.

"Right," she said, smiling sweetly at me, "I mean I knew all that. That is so awesome. I mean I don't even know the words I could use to explain how great that is. But that doesn't explain why you're running out on practice and why you have me hiding in this dank hole of a room," she said, fairly.

"Well. Like I said, there were never any side effects for the medicine," I said, "Until this morning." Then I couldn't talk anymore. My mouth got dry and I heard my throat click.

"Well what side effect do you have now. Sounds like dry mouth," she said and giggled. I was still frozen. I wanted to say the words. I just couldn't get them out for some reason. "Damn it Mina, stop being so mysterious and just tell me what is going on!"

"I grew a dick!" I said, more loudly than I had intended. I squeezed my eyes shut as I said it. The room was silent now and I felt like my entire body was vibrating. My heart was beating in my throat.

"Like..." she said finally, I opened my eyes and she was still there. Her mouth was slightly agape and she seemed as though she weren't comprehending what I was saying.

"Like a dick. A penis," I said in a more controlled fashion now.

"How?"

"I don't know. I am getting ready to go to my doctor's office. She says that there may be something she can do but that I can't stop taking the medicine and that it won't go away on its own," I explained to her and I felt tears welling up in my eyes. In half a second Lucy was up off of the couch and she had her arms around me, holding me closely in a hug. I wrapped my arms around her back and started to sob. I couldn't control myself. I felt weak in the knees and soon Lucy was the only thing keeping me from hitting the ground.

"Shhh...Shhhhh....Shhhhh," she hushed into my ear, squeezing me close and stroking my hair, "It's okay Mina. You didn't do anything wrong. It isn't a punishment it isn't anything bad. Your doctor is going to fix you up and it will just be a story me and you tell when we are hanging out alone. Okay?" She said. I felt a weight come off of my shoulders. Of course, I had been thinking those things. But I was just so relieved that she wasn't running out of the room. She didn't think any less of me. Maybe everything would be okay.

"Better?" she asked as I opened my eyes and looked up at her. She brushed my hair out of my eyes and wiped my tears off of my cheeks. She was smiling at me and I was filled with an undeniable feeling of love, "Don't worry about crying. I think you are entitled. But you've had things so much worse. This is nothing."

'I know," I said, my voice choked and teary sounding, "It is just so weird."

"I know," she said, stroking my hair. She was still holding me around the waist, looking at me closely. Her breasts were on top of my breasts and I could feel the friction between our shirts. I could almost sense that she was noticing it to. I definitely noticed that she never let me go. I started to notice something very unnerving. I noticed that my cock was slowly filling. I could tell that there was an erection coming on. I didn't know what to do. If I pulled away from her she would sense something was wrong. If I stayed here, she would definitely know something was up. I was still struggling to figure out what to do what she put an end to it.

"Well Hello! Is that a spontaneous penis in your pants or are you just happy to see me?" she said and I blushed hard.

"I...I..." I said.

"Don't sweat it," she said smiling, "You aren't the first person to rub your dick on my leg."

"No...I," I tried again.

"Mina. I am joking. I know you can't control this thing. I was just trying to make you not feel bad about it. We have a special bond now. I want you to be comfortable," she said and then finally let go of her hug and stepped back. My little dick was poking out now against my skirt.

"I'm sorry," I said.

"The whole point of what I said was so you wouldn't have to be sorry Mina," she said, crossing her arms across her chest and giving me a crooked grin.

"Sorry I didn't get it," I said and then smiled back at her and she laughed. We stood there, awkwardly for a minute and then we giggled again. We didn't know what else to do. I noticed her eyeing me now, in a nonchalant way, like she didn't want me to notice what she was doing.

"Can I...see it?" she said, twisting her upper body back and forth childishly, trying to make her little question seem innocent.

"No!" I said. I wanted as few people as possible to know what it looked like.

"Come on!" she said, flopping back down on the couch, "Tell me if we were flipped and I had just told you what you told me that you wouldn't want to check it out." She made a compelling point.

"I know but..." I said, wavering and she could tell. I was sort of excited too. I was horny and my head was a little light and I was completely overwhelmed by how beautiful and sweet Lucy was.

"I mean I can always offer the assistant captaincy to someone else..." she said, raising her eyebrows at me.

"Fine..." I said, sighing deeply, but actually quite excited. She leaned forward on the couch while I quickly slipped my skirt down around my ankles and kicked it off. I was wearing a little lime green pair of boy shorts and my cock was straining out against it and there was a small spot of pre-cum where the tip was pressing against the cotton. Lucy's eyes were on it and she licked her lips without noticing what she was doing. She was turned on too!

I was a little bit nervous, but like earlier in the bathroom I was past the point where my fears and concerns were in control. I was just going to act and I might regret it later but it really wasn't a choice. I slowly slipped down my underwear, revealing my small, hard, shaved cock for Lucy to see. She let out a little gasp and leaned back a little in the couch. I felt my cheeks getting hot. Now that she could see it, maybe she didn't think it was okay anymore. Maybe she realized it was gross.

"It's so strange," she said thoughtfully.

"I know, its disgusting..."

"No, let me finish," she said cutting me off quickly, "I was going to say, it's strange that it looks so feminine. I mean I have seen...four? Yeah four penises in my life. They looked like that but not like that. I mean that is totally a dick, but it is a girl dick. I know that sounds strange," she said, looking at it with her head cocked to the side.

"Thanks, I think," I said feeling awkward standing there in my tank top with my dick hanging there. I wondered if anyone was milling around in the theater. I was a little nervous.

"Can I...touch it?" she asked, getting up from the couch and walking towards me. I took a little step back.

"I don't think that is a good idea," I said, but I wanted her to touch it.

"I won't hurt you," she said and her voice had changed now. It was sort of husky and when she walked towards me she sort of slinked. She had a little grin on her face and her big, beautiful eyes were shining. She stopped me dead in my tracks and kept moving towards me. Soon she was standing a few inches from me. 

"Promise?" I asked coyly.

"Cross my heart," she said and took one more half-step in. She leaned forward and kissed me lightly, just a whisper of her lips against my own. At the same instant the palm of her hand found the tip of my penis. She sort of swirling her palm around the tip gently, not causing any painful friction, but instead just giving me the slightest bit of a sensation. I moaned into her mouth.

"Oh shit!" I said and my knees buckled a bit. Lucy snaked her other arm under my arm, across my back, and grabbed the back of my neck with her hand. She held me up and at the same time, pushed her lips deeper into my own. Her thick, pink lips parted and her tongue slipped gently into my mouth, tasting the spit out of my mouth, tickling my tongue. While she was doing this, she slowly started to stroked my cock with her hand. I felt her long fingernail tickle it gently and she move her hands down and gently mashed my balls in her hand, tugging on them gently.

I slipped one of my hands around her back and squeezed her athletic butt in my hand and she gave a little jump and bit down on my tongue. With my other hand I gently started to rub the side of her breast, feeling its weight and she moaned. She started to push her tongue in farther. I opened my mouth wider and flattened my tongue, letting her gently snake her thick, long tongue down my throat. I was pushing my hips against her hands now and moaning around tongue. Our teeth clattered together, her tongue was so deep inside of me. My entire body felt rigid. I just wanted to stay like this forever.

But suddenly, she pulled her tongue out of my mouth, licking the spit from her lips. She gave me a quick kiss and then started to squat down in front of me. Her arm slithered down my back, wrapping around my ass and holding me tight. Her other hand was still working my dick, but I looked down at her red hair and saw her mouth open in front of my dick, jacking it into her mouth. She looked up at me for a few seconds. Then she dipped her head forward and engulfed the tip of my dick in her mouth.

For a second she held it just there, swirling her tongue slowly around the tip, sucking down the pre-cum and making little noises. I felt weak but she kept holding me up. It was a crazy feeling. A little like when I used to rub my clit, but different. I played in her thick, red hair, running my fingers through it and focusing on that so I wouldn't cum right away, the waiting was delicious agony. 

Slowly, she began to move her head back and forth. Each time she moved forward she took a little bit more of my cock into her mouth than the time before. Her tongue still swirled around the tip and she was rubbing my balls gently with one of her hands. In a few moments all three and a half inches of my dick was inside of her mouth, getting rubbed and bathed with her tongue. Occasionally she'd dart her tongue out, licking my balls. I was moaning loudly now and leaning over her slightly, my stomach rubbing against the top of her head. I was rubbing my tits with one of my hands.

Suddenly, I felt an orgasm welling up inside of me. I could tell even before it happened that it was going to be more intense that the one that morning. I dropped my hands to her head, holding it gently but firmly in my hands, pushing her head into my cock until her chin was pushing in my balls and her nose was pushing into my stomach. I let out a low moan and then it happened. I first felt my balls constrict and then I felt an intense sensation all over my body. I felt my asshole tighten up and then I felt the hot, thick ropes of cum splash out of my dick in huge spurts. I heard Lucy make a strange gurgling sound. The feeling was so amazing I lost my balance. 

Lucy kept my cock in her mouth as she gently helped my down onto the floor, laying my down on the ground. Even while she was doing this, more and more cum was shooting into her mouth from my dick. Her cheeks were bulging with sperm and it was coursing out of her lips and down onto her chin even as she was swallowing it. Finally, the last few drops spilled into her mouth and I leaned back hard against the floor. Panting.

I was laying there and suddenly her weight was on top of me, sitting on my chest. Her cheeks were still bulging and my cum was dripping off her chin onto my shirt. She leaned forward and grabbed my tank top and bra with her hand and pulled me up. She leaned forward and kissed me deeply, opening her mouth and letting my cum flow into my mouth. It was hot and salty and tasted a little bit like her spit. We both swallowed down half the remaining cum, but kept kissing. She leaned down so that she was lying completely against me, my flaccid dick on her stomach. We kissed leisurely, our arms tied in pretzels and her hair forming a halo around our faces.

Finally, she spoke, "Sorry. I couldn't help it."

"I am not complaining," I said and kissed her nose. She scrunched it up and smiled.

"Should you be going to the doctor?" she asked and I realized where I was and what time it was. But I really didn't want to go.

"I guess I probably should. You are way late for practice," I said and she looked up at the clock and smiled.

"Yeah I guess so," she said, then she put her hands on either side of my body and pulled herself. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and then licked her hand clean, "You taste so much better than boys."

"Thanks," I said.

"Now go. I will see you tomorrow," she said and the way her eyes scanned my body I could tell that she wanted to see all of me.

Chapter 4: Not Alone Anymore

It only took me a few minutes to make it to the doctor's office. I parked and walked in but I already knew that the doctor wasn't there yet. Her car wasn't into the parking lot and neither was the nurse's. When I made it inside I saw that the only person there was the receptionist. She was a 90 year old woman who thought she was everyone's grandmother.

"Oh Mina!" she said smiling widely, "The doctor said you were going to be coming by today."

"Hi Mrs. Napier," I said. 

"I'm sorry dear, the doctor isn't back yet. She told me she would be in by five," she said to me, offering my hard candy. I shook my head.

"Okay. I can wait," I said, finding a comfortable seat and picking up a Cosmo. For a few minutes it was quiet, then Mrs. Napier coughed and I looked up to see her with a coat and hat on.

"Dear,' she said, "I am so sorry." She looked very concerned and I was terrified that the doctor had told her what had happened.

"No..."

"I have to go home now. My grandson is coming to visit and I want to get home before he gets there. I am so sorry to leave you here by yourself. I know I can trust you here but I wish I could keep you company," she said and she was obviously very upset.

"Oh no Mrs. Napier," I said and patted her hand, "I will be fine. Dr. Marta will be here soon and I will get my problem taken care of. You go home. Tell your grandson I said hello."




A Big Side Effect



"Oh you are such a sweetheart!" Mrs. Napier said, "Goodbye dear."

"Bye," I said. And then I was alone in the waiting room. For a while I just sat and read, wondering where the doctor was. I could have still been in the green room with Lucy. My mind kept going back to that. What did it mean? It couldn't possibly be a bad thing. She had totally turned my day around. I was almost excited to be alive again. 

After about twenty minutes of waiting the door opened. I set down my magazine and looked up, expecting to see Dr. Marta walking into the room. It was almost time for this situation to be resolved. I was surprised to see the other two girls from my pharmaceutical trial walk in, the Otis twins.

Dara and Elise Otis were two gorgeous young twin sisters. They were two years older than me at 20 but they were almost more childish than me , probably because of their brush with death. They were very sweet, quiet girls but very fun and adventurous when you got to know them. They were identical. They were short and thin at 5'1 and 95lbs. They both had dark black hair but Dara had hers cut into a short bob and Elise had hers in long, loose pigtails. They had glistening blue eyes and angular faces. Their bodies had gentle curves and small 32-A breasts. They were both soccer players and were athletic and very cute. But they didn't look too happy today, they were frowning and had their arms crossed in front of their chests.

"Hey guys," I said in a friendly voice and they both winced. I knew then that they had the same problem as me. The 'guys' had hurt.

"Hey Mina, how're you?" Dara asked. Elise just nodded. I could tell when they were upset. When they were, Dara was the only one who talked and Elise just sort of nodded and looked at her shoes. They sat down in the chairs opposite me and sat there for a while, just quietly looking at the door, waiting for Dr. Marta to arrive. After a while I decided not to sit around and wait any more.

"You too?" I asked.

"What?" Dara said and Elise still just stared at the floor.

"Come on. Don't lie. You have it too. The side effect," I hinted. Dara looked at me. I didn't want to come out and say it if I was wrong and I sensed she was in the same situation.

"Yeah it's a side effect," she said, nodding slowly. Elise nodded with her.

"A...growth?" I asked, raising my eyebrows and trying to be as clear as possible. If this was the problem for them, there was no way they could confuse what I was saying.

"I think we are talking about the same thing," Elise said, looking up from her shoes. Her eyes were a little bleary and I could tell that they'd had a rough day too.

"Seriously...What the fuck?" I said.

"I know. It happened so fast. One morning there's nothing and the next I look like...I don't know," Dara said and she spread her leg's disgustedly. She was wearing a pair of jeans and I could see her little bulge in them. She was also wearing a pink t-shirt. Her sister was wearing a floor length red skirt and a white tank top. We all squirmed uncomfortably, knowing we were all thinking about each other's dicks.

"Did you play with it?" I asked. I was feeling saucy. Something about hanging out with Lucy had given me a little bit of confidence. I wanted to be a little naughty. I remember when I had cancer and everyone wanted to sit around and cry and I just wanted to play games and have fun. You take what you get and you might as well have fun with it. I had forgotten that for a few hours, but I wouldn't forget it forever.

"NO!" Dara said, but she said it so suddenly and in such a strange voice that I doubted her sincerity.

"Well I did," I admitted, "I had to find out what the big deal was all about."

"How was it," Dara said, I looked over at Elise and she was blushing intensely.

"Ask your sister, I can tell that she knows. I suspect you do as well," I said and looked at them with a withering stare. They started to l.augh

"Well I mean I don't think there was really a choice," Elise said, coming even farther out of her shell, "I mean it was just sitting there. Plus I have been really...horny....today. I couldn't really help myself."

"You're preaching to the choir," I said.

"How big is yours?" Dara asked. It felt comfortable now that we all knew we were in the same boat and we were talking about it.

"Not very big, like 3 and a half inches," I explained, "You guys?"

"Why do you assume they are the same size?" Elise said with mock disgust.

"I'm sorry. I know you're both individuals. What size for each of your penises respectively," I said graciously and they giggled.

"Both are about 3 inches," Dara said.

"Should we take a look at them?" I asked. We might as well see what we were working with. The waiting room had no windows and if anyone came in we could quickly get dressed again because we were back around the corner from the door. Still they looked a little bit nervous. I decided to just act. I stood up and for the third time that day slid my skirt down onto the floor, I quickly pulled off my boy shorts and got a whiff of cum and Lucy's perfume. My dig hung flaccid between my thighs. The girls were looking at me. Suddenly I felt absurd with my shirt on and so I quickly slipped off my tank-top and then unhooked my bra. My nipples were puffy and pink and my breasts felt swollen and I desperately wanted to squeeze them, but I resisted.

"Wow," Elise said, looking at me. Their attention was turning me on, "You have a hot body, Mina."

"Thanks," I said and blushed. Even as I did I felt what was becoming a familiar feeling and I noticed that, once again, I was hard.

"Not just your penis, I mean it doesn't look gross on you or anything, but you are very pretty," Dara said, staring at me with her eyes on fire.

"Well let me see you guys too," I said, "Fair is fair." The girls looked at one another and shrugged their shoulders and quickly began pulled their clothes off and leaving them in near piles on the floor. They had small, 32-A breasts. Their curves were clearly defined and they had had cute puffy little nipples. Their pubic region was shaved and their tiny, hard penises looked absolutely cute. In only a few seconds we were all standing around naked.

"You guys are hot!" I said and they smiled at me. We all got a little bit bashful then. What were we doing? This day was too weird for words.

"Did you...taste the stuff that comes out?" Elise said, pushing her thumb down on the tip of her penis and then letting it bounce back up. 

"Yeah."

"I think it tastes really good. So does Dara," she explained.

"She thinks your cum tastes good?" I asked laughing.

"Gross. No she thinks hers tastes good," She said crinkling up her nose. Suddenly, I was struck by a very naughty thought.

"Well why don't you find out if Elise's cum tastes good," I said, turning to Dara. My cock was straining now. It felt like it was going to burst. I couldn't believe how horny I was. How could it be happening again so soon? They just stared at me blankly.

"What?" Elise said after a few second. I walked over to them and gently pushed Dara down onto the ground until she was laying on her back. She didn't resist. She wanted to do this as bad as I did. Next I took Elise by the hand and flipped her around and gently lowered her down onto her twin sister so that they were in a 69 position. Their breasts looked sexy mashed up against one another's identical stomachs and they didn't hesitate in jamming each other's straining dicks into their mouths. It was like they had just been waiting for me to suggest it. 

I stood there and watched them for a few minutes. It was so incredibly hot. Their identical bodies writhing over one another with Elise's long ponytails draped over her sister's legs. They made tiny little moaning noises as they gently bobbed their heads back and forth, slurping at each other's dicks. With their hands they massaged each other's balls. I couldn't stay out of it forever.

I moved around so that I was by Dara's head and Elise's ass. I watched as Elise thrust her hips down hard, driving her cock into her sister's waiting mouth. I got down on my knees and crawled towards them. I reached my hands in between their bodies feeling Dara's shoulders and then her small, supple breasts. I started to knead her skin and feet her hard little nipples rubbing against my hands. She opened her mouth wide to moan, but Elise jammed her cock in even farther.

I looked up at Elise's back, seeing it rise and fall as she writhed on top of her sister. I realized that I was about eye level now with Elise's asshole. Her butt was up in the air and it was just sort of a little, pink crinkle that was staring right into my mouth. I felt my tongue get wet and I had to taste it. I was so horny. My cock was on fire and I needed to touch her asshole with my tongue.

I leaned forward slowly, continuing to rub Dara's tits as I did. Soon my face was between her ass cheeks and I tentatively stuck out my tongue. I felt the tip of my tongue run against the soft ripples of her asshole and tasted the musky flavor or her anus. I stuck my tongue out farther, flattening it against Elise's asshole, feeling the softness against it. It tasted like sweat and girl. I don't know how to explain it any better. I had to keep bobbing my head to keep it up with Elise's writhing body, but I didn't have too much of a problem. I sucked my lips up against her asshole and licked and sucked. I could feel her balls against my chin. Soon I was darting my tongue as deep as I could into her ass. I could tell she liked it because she arched her back and thrust her ass into my mouth. She let out a little moan and was in love.

Suddenly, I felt Elise's balls tense against me. I looked down and saw her cock shooting a big load of cum into her sister's mouth. I watched as Dara's throat moved up and down as she swallowed the cum down. I looked around and could tell that Dara was cumming in her sister's mouth as well. Soon they had swallowed it all down and they were laying in a pile on the floor. I kept licking Elise's asshole while they lay panting, it just tasted so good.

But by now I was insanely horny and I wanted my chance to go. I think that the twins sensed that I was in dire need and they got up together. They were standing in front of me, looking gorgeous, identical, and hard. They were smiling at me. Dara turned and whispered something briefly in her sister's ear and Elise giggled and nodded emphatically.

Dara went and sat down on the chair facing me and spread her legs, her little cock springing up, looking gorgeous. I wanted to put it in my mouth so bad. But while I was thinking this I watched as Dara spit in her own hand and started to rub it all over the tip of her cock. At the same time, Elise had dropped to her knees behind me. She spread my ass cheeks apart with her hands and was voraciously licking my asshole. I felt weak. No one had ever done that to me and it was a crazy-good feeling.

But she didn't stay at it for very long. Soon she was standing next to me, leading me by the hand over to her sister. Elise spun me around and I felt Dara hands on my hips. I was looking into Elise's eyes now and she was so pretty.

"We have a sexy idea," She said, and then gently started to push me down. After a few seconds I felt the tip of Dara's cock against my anus and I moaned loudly. I had never even thought about anal sex before, other than that I thought it was gross. But I was so incredibly horny, I wanted to do anything and everything I could possibly think of, especially nasty things. 

Elise was on her knees in front of me, She had her hands on her sister's cock and was gently lowering me down onto it. I started to rub my swollen breasts with my hands. I felt Dara's dick penetrate my anus and it hurt a little, but all of the spit lubricated it. Soon she was inching into me until I felt Dara's thighs and I realized that all three inches of her dick was in my ass.

"Holy Shit!" I yelled and fell backwards, against Dara's feeling her tits against my back. I turned over my shoulder. Dara was looking at me with fire in her eyes and kissed her deeply on the mouth. I felt her tongue enter my mouth and pat my teeth gently. Slowly she started to thrust her hips into my asshole and I felt an incredible tightness and sexy friction as she moved her cock in and out of my asshole.

After a few moments she was fucking my ass pretty hard and my eyes were closed tight. I was screaming into her mouth and her tongue was deep inside of my mouth. I felt Elise's hands on my knees and she gently pulled my legs apart. I could feel my cock stand up straight and I opened my eyes. She was turned away from me and I could see her asshole, glistening with spit. Her hands were on my cock, holding it behind her back.

Gently, she guided my dick against her anus and she screamed in a sexy sort of way as it started to push into her. She just kept pushing back against me. I can't even describe how good it felt. I had an cock deep into my as, rubbing inside of me. At the same time, I could feel Elise's incredible tightness as she rested her ass against me and my entire cock was buried in her ass.

Now we were all moving in unison. Dara would thrust her cock up into my asshole and I would in turn thrust my cock forward into Elise's. It was an unbelievable feeling and it was incredible to be in the middle of it. But it was far too hot to last for long. "Oh Shit! I am going to cum," I screamed.

Elise didn't wait. She wanted to suck it down, so she quickly hopped off of my dick (which, in itself, felt amazing). She got down on her knees and turned quickly, but not quick enough. Dara thrust once more, hard into my ass and I started to cum. Thick blobs of cum started to burst hot out of my dick and land in big, thick puddles on Elise's face. She giggled as more and more started to pour onto her face. While this was going on, I heard Dara grunt and I felt her thrust once very hard and then a warm stickiness inside of my asshole. I felt Dara go limp.

I stood up slowly after a few second, feeling Dara's cock slide out of my asshole. I sat down on the floor, Indian style. I lifted up my balls and saw my red, cum covered asshole. Dara got down on the floor too and started to lick my sperm off of her sister's face. I had a naughty idea. I put my hand under my ass and started to push Dara's cum out into my palm. I pulled it up to my face and looked at it. It was so pearly, white, and beautiful. And it had been in my ass. I started to licked it up quickly. It was so good. Slightly sweeter than my own, but not quite as strong. I put my hand back down and got more cum and then again. Soon I had scooped out all the sperm and shoveled it into my mouth. Finally, I was done and the twins were looking at me, amazed.

"That was hot!" Elise said and giggled.

Chapter 5: The Doctor is Sick

I came out of the bathroom about fifteen minutes later, having washed myself off a little bit and getting back into my clothes. The other girls had gone first and we all looked prim and proper again. You could hardly notice the smell of sex in the room anymore and we were all calmly reading magazines quietly. We weren't ashamed of what we had done, it had been awesome. We just needed to sit for a while and relax. That's how we were when Dr. Marta Morales arrived a few minutes later.

She walked in looking a little bit flustered and apologetic. However, she also looked beautiful. Dr. Marta is 34 years old. She was a little taller than me at 5'6 and 127lbs. She was of Puerto Rican descent and had light, coffee brown skin and big, brown eyes. Her facial features were delicate and pretty, with large lips and straight teeth. Her hair was medium length, just down her to neck and black and her body was incredibly voluptuous with large, 36-D breasts. She even looked good with the cares of a bad day hanging all over her.

"Hello girls," she said, dropping some books and binders onto a table next to the reception desk. We all said hello, "I am sorry I am so late. It has been a...strange day. I was wondering who got here first?"

"Mina," Dara said honestly.

"Okay Mina, head on back," she said, grabbing her stethoscope and putting on her lab coat. I looked back at the girls on my way to the examination room and they each gave me a little wink. I didn't know what that was supposed to mean. I went into the exam room and sat down on the weird little exam bed. Dr. Marta came in and sat down on the stool and smiled at me.

"Hey Mina. How are you doing," she said with real concern in her eyes. I just sort of shrugged, "I know it has been a hard day, I just feel so bad."

"No, don't feel bad. It isn't like it is your fault," I replied. I didn't want her be responsible for this.

"Well you're sweet, but I gave you this medicine," she said, leaning in closer to me, and putting her stethoscope against my chest. When she was done, I replied.

"I'd be dead without you and you know it. Let's just figure this out," I said helpfully and she gave me her beautiful smile and I felt good.

"Okay," she said, "You want to strip down so I can have a look?" she asked. She pointed to the gynecological exam stirrups and I blushed.

"Really?" I asked.

"It's the only way I can think to do this," she replied, "I have been talking to some colleagues, and they had a suggestion for me as to how to proceed, so we might as well give this a shot."

"Okay," I said. I got up from the table and quickly slipped off my skirt. There were my slightly stained boy shorts again and I took them off quick before she could see the old cum stains. I was nervous and my cock was small and flaccid. The doctor pretended like she didn't even notice anything. 

I climbed back onto the table and gently set my feet in the stirrups. It was a bit chilly in the room and I felt strange with my cock dangling there and my asshole partially exposed. But the doctor just made a few marks in her book and pretended like nothing was amiss. I respected her for that. It was all business now, no sympathy or anything else that could embarrass me now that I was naked.

"Okay, let's have a look," she said, putting down her notes and sliding her stool over between my legs. I was looking down over my tits now, seeing my flat stomach, my tiny little dick and the doctor's face. She looked up at me and gave me a reassuring smile, "Everything is going to be fine."

"Thanks Dr. Marta," I said and I meant it. She reached over and put on a pair of latex gloves and I felt her warm hands on my thighs. I watched her closely to see what she was doing. I was more comfortable now and I was looking at the doctor. I had a sudden moment of panic as I realized something. I was starting to get hard. She looked up at it for a moment.

"Don't worry about it," she said and then went back to gently touching my thighs. I could feel her breath against my thigh and I could feel my heart starting to race and my breath was getting faster. I was completely hard now my face was flushed. This was so embarrassing. At least the doctor didn't seem to notice.

"You know Mina, I am going to be honest with you," she said and her hands moved over to my balls. She cupped them gently in her hand. My voice came out as a whisper.

"Yes Doctor?"

"I don't know if there is anything I can do for you about this. It is so strange. We can't even begin to explain how this has happened," she explained, I could see tears welling in her eyes.

"Don't," I said.

"No listen," she said, her hands moving around my cock. Feeling it and testing it, "All of your internal organs are completely unaffected. At least everyone else who has ever had this problem since we started the trial has been that way."

"I understand," I said, my cock straining again. How could I be horny again already? Her hair brushed against my leg and I couldn't believe how good it felt.




A Big Side Effect



"Some of the girls have opted for the same surgery which transgendered people get. The penis doesn't appear to grow back, but it is too early to tell for sure," she explained but I could hardly think about it. She was so professional; I doubt she knew what she was doing to me.

"Ok," I said in a breathy voice, my nipples were hard now and I felt rigid in my body.

"There are risks associated though," she said, "Several of the girls who have had this done have completely ceased to have sensation in their restructured vaginas afterwards. Furthermore, there is no longer a clitoris. Do you know what that is?"

"Yes," I nearly moaned.

"Well if you get it removed, it can seriously impair the pleasurable aspects of sex. Now I know this is hard to hear, but... that's strange," she said. I looked down. Her hands were frozen, one near my anus and the other on my balls. My hands were firmly gripping the sides of the bed.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"There appears to be some irritation around your anus," she said, "It looks a bit red and inflamed. That isn't normal. Have you been experiencing any discomfort?"

"No," I said, biting my lip. Soon her fingers were gently probing and touching my anus, her wrist brushing against the shaft of my penis and my balls. I felt her finger rub against the soft ridges of my anus, touching it. I had to struggle to remain silent; I wanted to moan so incredibly badly. She kept touching me, commenting on me, and breathing against me. I couldn't believe how hot it was making me. I had had a little crush on Dr. Marta for a long time, nothing sexual but she was my savior. Now it was developing into something sexual. I wanted her so badly. 

Suddenly, she leaned forward a bit and her beautiful black hair brushed against my dick. The reaction was instant and uncontrollable. My balls seized up and suddenly I was cumming hard. Big gobs of sperm shot out of my dick and landed on the Doctor's hair and face. She pushed back quickly.

"Oh my God!" She said, standing quickly, touching the cum on her hair.

"I am so sorry. It was totally an accident!" I tried to explain, I was so embarrassed. I jumped up quickly from the bed and ran around to Dr. Marta. She was regaining her composure.

"No, it's okay honey. I know you weren't trying to," she said. She looked up and there was sperm all over her face, dripping on her lips and hanging in stark contrast on her dark hair. I couldn't help it. I started to giggle.

"I'm sorry," I said, clamping my hand over my mouth,

"Oh you think it's funny eh?" she said, scooping some of the cum off of her face and wiping it on the paper covering on the bed. She didn't seem mad at all and I was quite relieved. 

"Don't act like it is the first time someone's done that to you," I said, giggling. We had a close relationship and we joked a lot. It was nice that our discomfort was gone, even if it was in a strange sort of way. It was good to feel normal with her.

"No one has ever ejaculated directly onto my face thank you very much," she said, wiping the last bits of it off.

"Dr. Marta?" I said, suddenly realizing something.

"Yes?"

"Have the other girls been like this? Like hair trigger and really, really horny. I keep thinking and doing strange things today. Things I wouldn't have ever thought about doing before," I said, getting serious.

"Yes," she said sighing, "We don't know why either, but it looks like it really kick starts the libido."

"I don't dislike it...I just think it's strange," I said.

"You're getting hard again," she said, pointing to my penis. 

"I'm sorry," I said.

"Don't be," She said, staring at me dick. Like something I had said had given her an idea, "Do you think I am pretty? Do you think that I could get a boyfriend if I wanted to?" It was a very strange and personal question from her.

"You are so pretty."

"I work so much you know. Do you know the last time I had sex?" she asked.

"No," I said.

"Four years ago," she admitted, "You know, they said there was some hormone in the sperm you girls produce that makes people horny. I thought they just meant you, but I think it might get you on contact." she admitted, her breasts heaving as she started to breath heavy. She was standing with her hand on her hip, biting her lip and staring at me. I decided to act. I quickly slipped off my tank top and bra. Standing naked in the room.

I walked over to her and she didn't move. It was like she was frozen all of the sudden. She as just standing there staring at me. I walked up right next to her and put my arms around her. I wanted to show her gratitude for all the hard works she had done for me throughout the years. I really did appreciate her and everything she did for me. Now, when she was sort of under my control I could pay her back.

She sort of helped me while I slipped off her lab coat. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a blouse. I slowly started to unbutton her blouse. While I did, I looked up into her eyes. She was looking at me in sort of a daze, her eyes were cloudy but her body felt white hot. I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against hers. She didn't move, but kissed back. It was a gentle, loving kiss, our mouths and eyes closed. Soon I had her blouse off on the floor.

Her breasts were heaving up and down as she breathed deeply, but she was still just staring through me, licking her lips now. She was wearing a gorgeous, black lacy bra and I almost felt bad reaching behind her and unhooking it. I let it slide to the ground. Her breasts were very large; she had big, dark brown nipples. I moved my head down and slowly started to suck on her right nipple. The skin around it was so soft and the nipple itself was so smooth and hard it felt amazing. I lapped at it and I sucked it and with my hand I kneaded and pulled on her other breast. She moaned loudly and moved her hands around me, playing with my hair. My cock was hard again, rubbing against her leg.

I kept doing this for quite a while, but I couldn't wait any longer. I was still sucking her nipples when I reached down and unbuttoned her pants and unzipped them. She carefully helped me take them off, still not saying anything. I moved her over to the bed and set her down in the stirrups. She was smiling now and she looked gorgeous. She was out of her daze and enjoying this.

I reached down and carefully removed her panties revealing a beautiful pussy. She was shaved closely, just a little landing strip, and had little pink pussy lips, a big, throbbing clit, and she was dripping. I wanted her so bad and she beckoned me in. I stepped up in front of her and took my dick in my hand. Her legs were up in the air in the stirrups and her pussy looked so inviting. I put my tip right up against her pussy lips and she took a quick breath in.

"Fuck me Mina," she said in a low growling noise. I couldn't say no to that. I started to push my dick into her. It was so much easier than with Elise's asshole. I just sort of slid into her. She moaned loudly and I breathed out. It was so amazing. She was so hot, wet, and tight. I started to slowly move my hips in and out of her, watching as my dick dipped deep into her. She braced herself against the table, feeling me drive my cock into her body and watching me. She started rubbing her breasts and I started to do the same.

I fucked her hard, but very, very slow. She was moaning loudly and begging me to fuck her harder and faster. I kept fucking but I wouldn't go faster. The feeling was too amazing. I was sweating hard and she was pushing hard. Suddenly, she started moaning and writhing quickly. Her face was flushed and she looked absolutely beautiful. I could tell she was having an orgasm. She screeched loudly and then, surprisingly, she squirted. I had heard it was possible, but I'd never seen it. A huge amount of largely clear liquid shot out of my doctor and hit me in my stomach and dick.

That was enough to put me over the edge. I thrust once more hard into her pussy, giving it everything that I had. I felt my asshole and balls tighten and then the now familiar feeling of cum pouring out of my cock. Dr. Marta moaned slightly and I looked down and saw that I had filled her up and some of the cum was rolling out of her. I quickly got down on my knees.

I started licking her pussy quickly. I tried to suck up all of my cum, and even suck it out of her pussy. I also tried to lick up all of her cum. The two mixed together were amazing. Soon she was moaning again and I just kept licking her. It didn't take her very long this time. She had another orgasm and soon my face was bathed in her cum. I licked it off of my lips and stood up. We sat panting for a few minutes. It had all happened so quickly, and so unexpectedly.

"Got you back I guess," she said and then started giggling.

"I guess we're even now?" I asked and she nodded.

"Come let me clean you up," she said and I moved around the side of the table and got down next to her face. She started to lick my face clean. It was amazing to watch. Her tongue felt so rough and wet against my face. And soft. Finally, we just sat there. I have never been so tired in my entire life.

I reflected on the day. It was such a strange experience; I don't think anything could ever top it. I experienced some of the lowest lows and the highest highs but now that it was late and I was tired, I wouldn't have had it any other way. I knew what I wanted, I wanted to make the best of the world as it was, rather than trying to change it. Usually, things work out better when you do that.

"Dr. Marta?" I said.

"Yes?"

"I want to keep it."

"Good choice," she said, turning to me and giving me a deep, loving kiss.

The End

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