Chapter 1: Kitt

Monday, May 22, 2023

Bethany leaned across the main desk of the ICU station, squinting her eyes at me, a smirk on her face that made her little dimple pop.

“There,” she said to London, who stood beside her, examining the chart. “See it?”

London set down her paperwork to peer closely at me. “No. Sorry.”

Bethany rolled her eyes. “I’m telling you, he has a gleam in his eye. Something is going on he’s not telling us. Kitt ... do you have a girlfriend?”

I laughed. “I don’t! I swear it!”

“You better not!” London said, smacking my chest with her patient file. “Cuz I plan to ride your gravy train as long as possible.”

“Literally speaking, probably,” Janiqua said.

Doctor Granger emerged from a patient room only a few feet away, her expression less than pleased. “Let’s keep the talk to a PG level. Save your personal lives for the break room, please.”

Everyone looked at each other with guilty expressions and scattered, but Bethany followed me and spoke in a hush. “Kitt ... I know something’s up. You can tell me. What’s going on?”

“Nothing,” I lied. No way was I about to tell Bethany I was on the verge of shooting my first amateur porn video with Delilah, an amateur adult performer I’d met at the gym. Bethany would freak out. She was already displeased with me for hooking up with London and Janiqua. Our friendship had been on rocky ground ever since St. Patrick’s Day. I didn’t want to do anything to hurt her, especially something like this. She was the biggest reason I wanted to keep my face hidden when shooting the video.

Delilah and I had been in constant communication over the last three weeks, preparing for our first shoot. We were setting up a new business, getting drug tested, securing dates with her preferred videographer, Kimmy, and searching for shooting locations. However, we were drawing closer to the end of all that preparation. Contracts were signed, blood tests were cleared, and locations were identified. We decided to do a mixture of indoor and outdoor shoots since the outdoor shoots would be much more complicated with lighting. Most of them would be at Airbnbs located in remote areas with permission from the hosts.

Focusing on my day job was growing more difficult. The shoot was at the end of my work week, which was Thursday. I planned to drive to Denver Wednesday night, stay at the Airbnb, and shoot Thursday with Delilah for as long as it took to get the videos how we wanted them. Sometimes, I had to pinch myself because I couldn’t believe it was really going to happen. Other times, I was nervous as hell. I couldn’t screw this up.

Bethany tugged on my scrub top to pull me back into the present.

“Yes?” I asked.

She tugged again until I stopped what I was doing and looked at her. We were right outside a patient’s room. “I know things have been weird since St. Patrick’s Day,” she admitted. “That was my fault for getting drunk and acting the way I did. I think part of the problem—” She took a deep breath and carried on. “I think part of the problem is I miss spending time with you. You’re my best friend. I don’t care who you’re sleeping with; I just want to have dinner with you or brunch or whatever once or twice a week. Hang out. Play video games. Watch movies. Whatever. I want to be around my best friend. Always. No matter what.” She punched my arm for emphasis, but her big brown eyes looked at me with deep want.

“You want to play video games with me?” I asked.

Bethany smiled, showing off her dimple. I had not forgotten about the lustful thoughts that sometimes crept into my mind when I was having sex with other women since St. Patrick’s Day. It wasn’t as bad lately as it had been, but every so often, she would pop into my mind, and I would struggle with my sexual stamina.

“Yes,” Bethany said, “I want to play video games with you. And go see movies. And eat food. And whatever. Kitt, I just want a little bit more of your time. Is that okay?”

“Of course,” I said. “I promise I’ll make more time.”

Bethany hugged me. “Thank you. And when you’re ready, tell me whatever it is that’s got you so worked up, but you don’t want to tell me about.”

I snorted softly, but it astonished me how well she knew me. We went into the room, charted our patient, and administered the meds Dr. Morris had prescribed. Our next patient was Dr. Granger’s. She was still in the room speaking to the patient’s sister about the treatment plan and prognosis.

Bethany and I waited off to the side while the doctor finished. I couldn’t help but admire my longtime crush. Dr. Granger knew I harbored feelings for her, and she had even admitted she could have them for me, too, if she allowed herself, but she would not compromise her reputation by dating a coworker.

At one point, she raised her arm to brush her hair out of her face, and I caught a glimpse of something dark under her short scrub sleeve. Was that a tattoo? I had never noticed one there before, but she definitely had something purple or green there. Usually, she wore her white doctor’s coat, but it had gotten soiled earlier by a patient, and she hadn’t replaced it. As the conversation ended, the patient’s sister thanked the doctor for her time and left. Bethany and I went to work reviewing meds and plans with the doctor.

“Bethany, come to the nurse’s station,” London’s voice called over the intercom.

Bethany returned to the main desk leaving me and the doctor alone together. Dr. Granger was going through a medicine drawer, looking for a vial. Her sleeve slipped up again; this time, I gently caught it and lifted it a little higher. What I saw was not what I’d expected.

“Hey!” Dr. Granger exclaimed. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

“Your arm,” I said. “What’s on your arm?”

Dr. Granger’s face turned red as she turned on me. “I could have you fired for what you just did. You can’t touch me, Kitt.”

“Your arm is bruised in the shape of a handprint.” I narrowed my eyes on her face. “Fire me if you want, but I’m concerned about a coworker.”

Dr. Granger pursed her lips and looked at me for several seconds. I met her gaze, refusing to look away and give her the upper hand. Finally, she broke. “I fell at the gym.”

“Bullshit,” I said at once. “That’s not a fall bruise.”

“It’s nothing. I’m fine. And how I got it is none of your business. Don’t ever touch me like that again, or I swear you will be gone.”

“Technically, I didn’t touch you. I lifted your sleeve an inch.”

“Do it again, and I report it. End of story.” Dr. Granger went to move past me, but I refused to move. “Get out of my way, Kitt.”

“Dr. Granger...” I said, sighing at my decision, which might potentially end my career.

“Move.” Anger laced her voice, and her eyes bored into mine.

“Uma. You have suspicious bruises on your arm. What would you do if you noticed bruises on London’s arm? Or Janiqua? Or any other nurse? Male or female? I’m doing exactly what I would do if you were any other—”

She tried to sidestep me, but I stopped her. My career was over now, so what difference did it make?

“Are you really going to get me fired for worrying about you?”

That stopped her from trying to get around me. Her expression was unreadable, but at least the anger had somewhat dissipated. “I’m not going to get you fired. But don’t ever call me Uma again inside the hospital, and don’t touch my clothing again. I’m fine. You don’t say a word about my bruise to anybody; I don’t say a word about you touching me.”

I let her pass by me, more than a little grateful I hadn’t just lost my job. After she left the room, I looked at the patient, who was not conscious, and said, “Yikes ... that didn’t go well, did it?’

He didn’t respond.

“Fine,” I muttered back to him. “Don’t offer any advice.”

London came over after our shift. She was hornier than I could remember. As soon as the door closed, she was on me. Her t-shirt came off, revealing her hefty yet somehow impossibly perky breasts, a taut stomach, and a toned waistline. My hands were on her tits at once. Her boobs were too spectacular. I squeezed them while leaning down to kiss her, meeting her as she rose up on tiptoes to find my lips. She whimpered softly when our tongues found each other. Her hands fumbled with her jeans, finally stripping them off with a kick to reveal athletic thighs and calves, a tennis player’s body.

My free hand slipped down and cupped her panty-clad ass, pulling one leg around my waist. I still wore a T-shirt and sweatpants. London used her athleticism to hoist herself up and straddle my hips so she could kiss me more easily. Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling our mouths together more deeply than before. Our lips mashed together, tongues dueling, flicking, and dancing in each other’s mouths. London used the leverage from her legs encircling my body to pull her hips in tighter and increase the contact of her clit on my rock-hard abs.

Her fingers gripped the hemline of my T-shirt near my neck, and she started yanking on it, trying to tug it off me while we were still kissing. I spun her around and pinned her back to the wall. London gasped.

“It’s cold!”

I didn’t care. I pushed up into her, putting my weight right on her sex and deliberately moving my body in such a way to stimulate her. London moaned into my mouth as her lips locked back onto mine. She tugged on my shirt again until it was bunched up around my neck, and I had to interrupt our kiss a second time to remove it. Then her hands were on my chest, my arms, my back. She had to touch me everywhere.

“I love your body so much, Kitt,” she hissed. She began kissing my neck and shoulder, her tongue leaving a trail of saliva at each spot. My cock stiffened in my sweatpants, and I reached down to free it. Only then did I realize my error. I had been masturbating earlier and was still at thirteen inches. London had never seen me with a thirteen-inch cock.

“Motherfucker!” London shrieked when my cock sprang out of my pants. She slid off of me and backed into the wall. “I knew it!”

At first, I thought she was mad, but then she fell onto her knees and grabbed my cock. Her eyes were bright, and she smiled broadly.

“Knew what?”

London started to jack my cock with her hand, which had no chance of enclosing around my girth. “With Gretchen. You made yourself smaller so you could fuck her. I didn’t know how, but I knew you did something. I tried to convince myself the idea was ridiculous, but I knew it. One second, you couldn’t get inside her, and the next, you could.”

I smiled. “You’re too damn smart for me, London.”

“So ... how? How do you do it?”

“Do you want me to make it bigger or smaller?” I asked.

“Ooh ... how small can it get?”

“Pretty small. Wanna see?”

London shook her head. Her eyes were filled with lust. “Make it bigger. As big as you can.”

I twisted the skin on the head of my cock with firm pressure, and my cock swelled and swelled to ridiculous proportions. It stopped when it was sixteen inches long and about ten inches round—a penis of epic size. My testicles grew to nearly the size of baseballs. I felt so powerful wielding my rod, especially seeing on her face an expression of pure rapture as she gazed at it in all its glory. It was still hard for me to believe that less than six months ago, I had been a regular guy with a normal cock. Now, I could whip a monster out of my pants and blow any girl away with my size, stamina, and sexual prowess.

“There is a god,” London whispered as she put her hands on my shaft with sincere reverence. “This is a miracle. I mean ... how?”

She kissed the head of my cock tenderly. Then she licked it. She looked so small and inconsequential compared to my giant manhood, but I allowed her to touch it and worship it with her hands and mouth.

“Like you said,” I answered. “A miracle. I am the Demigod of Sex.”

London fondled my giant balls, trying to suck on them, but they were too large for her mouth. She finally had to borrow my lube so she could more easily jack me off while licking the tip of my cock. When I finally came, my manly cake batter splattered her face, hair, breasts, and neck. She was covered in my cum in a jaw-dropping sticky mess. She stared back at me with a bemused, helpless expression.

“What the fuck?” She wiped gobs of it out of her eyes and nose. Then she started to laugh. “That was amazing!”

I took her to my shower and cleaned her up. We both knew sex was not going to happen with my super long dong, so I shrunk it down to eight inches. London watched me with awe.

“My secret will stay between you and me, right?” I asked.

London bit her lip and nodded. “Don’t worry,” she assured me. “I’ll keep your secret. I’m—I’m really into you, Kitt. No pressure. No expectations. I just needed to say it.”

After washing her off, I took her to bed, still wet. I flung her down on my bed and kissed her taut tummy, then her mons, then her thighs, then her feet and toes. Finally, I made my way back up to her lower lips. I teased her vaginal entrance with my tongue, darting in and out of her tunnel with rapid, snakelike movements until she was gasping for air.

“Oh, Kitt,” she whimpered, “please fuck me! Give it to me!”

“How big do you want it?” I asked. “How much meat can you take?”

London squeezed her tits, eyes closed, as she tried to ponder my question while coming down from her orgasmic high. “Ten. I want to try ten inches.”

I adjusted my cock size until it was about what she wanted, then I grabbed the tube of lube from my nightstand and coated my long, thick rod. Using her legs as handles, I pulled London to the edge of the bed, leaned down, and slid the head of my cock in between the pedals of her beautiful flower.

“Oh Kitt...” she groaned. “It’s so much.”

“You can take it,” I urged, steadily pushing into her. Quarter inch by quarter inch, my dick disappeared between her greedy nether lips, the tight skin of her belly bulging ever so slightly from my intrusion. It made me wonder how noticeable it would be if someone out there could handle all sixteen inches of my cock, but that was not possible. Not everyone had a magical gift like I did.

“Oh ... fuck!” London cried. “Oh yes! Fuck! So full! So good!”

I guessed at least six inches of my length were inside her, but I wasn’t satisfied. I clasped hands with her and pulled, getting another inch deeper. Her body responded by lubricating her cunt even more, allowing me to go deeper. Eight inches.

I had given London eight inches of cock several times, but never with my cock this thick. She was whimpering, squirming, and pulling on her nipples, her mouth opening and closing like a fish struggling for air.

“Breathe, London,” I told her. “Breathe. A little more.”

I pulled out three inches, then pushed back in with more force. The momentum gave me another half-inch. I did this a few more times until I had the ninth inch of my phallus buried inside my lover. London came again, her stomach clenching, her neck tensing until I could see her muscles clearly, and her groans turning into shrieks. Heavy orgasmic fluids invaded her sex, coating my cock, and once she came down from her high, I was able to get the final tenth inch inside her.

“Oh shit!” London cried. “It’s like you’re fucking me with a baseball bat!”

I grinned and started to thrust. I was so turned on that if it hadn’t been for my stellar self-control, I would have cum already. Instead, I was able to ride the edge and continue burying my cock repeatedly into London’s hungry snatch.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” she cried as I pounded into her, my hands grasping her thighs for leverage. “Please, Kitt! One more! So close!”

I turned my pumping up to another level and began making longer thrusts. My eyes locked with London’s, my desire for her pouring from me like fire. She was so sexy, so beautiful. I pulled out and changed my position, crawling over the bed. She scooted back to give herself more room, then spread her legs wide for me. I put my hands on either side of her, lowered my hips again until my cock perched right on her pussy lips, and slid all ten inches of my manhood inside her love box until the tip of my penis kissed her cervix.

Then my lips mashed into hers, and a nuclear bomb went off between us. Electricity shot from my lips to my neck, down my chest, and into my stomach. London seemed to feel it, too, because she began thrusting upward to meet my cock. Our hips crashed together, smacking wetly in our union until we both reached climax together. I drove my shaft into her three more times as spunk poured from my cock, overfilled her pussy, and seeped out around our joining. Even as my cock deflated and slipped from her gaping hole, London changed positions so she could lazily lick me clean.