Lisa Redford didn't know it yet, but her life was about to be turned upside down. The change began a few days ago when she began feeling cramps that had nothing to do with her menstrual cycle. At first she ignored the discomfort, taking Pamprin as needed, but the bloated nasty feeling only increased.
"I had my period this month." She announced to the walls of her empty apartment. "Dammit all, I can't be pregnant, can I?" The twenty-five year old shook her head over how uncomfortably snug her favorite jeans were now fitting. Lisa was pissed! It wasn't just that her life was in danger of being totally disrupted for the next eighteen years, either! It was always such a hassle finding clothes to fashionably clothe her fit, athletic, six foot frame. Now the slight but noticeable bulge said she could be in danger of needing a temporary maternity wardrobe!
"Oh fuck me, as if 50FF wasn't big enough! I'm gonna have to get all new bras!" Probing her lower abdomen, she could feel a distinct firm mass. "Damn, fuck one guy after a dry spell of six months, and I get knocked up? What the hell do use a diaphragm for, anyway? Mike was even nice enough to pull out and shoot on my tits and face!" She palpitated herself again. "What the hell? I'm as regular as a clock! How would I feel a baby bump when I never missed a period since I started having 'em? Tomorrow I'm taking myself to the damn Gynecologist!"
She didn't know it yet, but making an appointment would soon be the least of her worries. Lisa would never forget that night. Strange and vivid dreams haunted her. She always though of herself as slightly bisexual, but never before had she experience dreams of such raw burning sensuality concerning other women! Every woman she knew paraded across the movie screen of her subconscious mind, in various states of undress. She awoke in the small hours of the morning, breathless and embarrassed over the still vibrant images of her mother's naked body, and how her dream self had pulled the woman over her knees and spanked over and over while momma had whimpered and begged for more!
"I'm losing my mind." She moaned. "Well, maybe not. Maybe I should give serious thought to swinging over to the other side of the fence for a while." She thought back to a few sleepovers she had enjoyed while growing up. Her face grew warm while she remembered certain top secret games of "Truth or Dare" she and her friends had played. "Yes, maybe it's time to do a little more experimentation!"
She threw off the covers and felt an odd tense sensation as she moved. Sitting up, she felt the thin material of her nightshirt sort of pull and rub against her in unfamiliar yet pleasant way. Switching on the lamp on the nightstand, Lisa let out a scream!
"What the fuck is that?" she gasped, jumping out of bed to face her mirror. Her breasts did their usual stand up job of stretching the cotton tight across her chest, but now there was something new standing up firm and proud! "Oh fucking shit! Why do I have a tent?"
It was true! Fairly high over her tummy, the nightshirt was distended out from her body, sort of tapering in towards her crotch. Her hands shook as she grabbed the hem of the shirt, and yanked it upward. "Oh my freaking God!" she squealed. Lisa pulled the shirt the rest of the way off and threw it aside. She had her usual oversized boobs, but now she was sprouting an equally impressive cock as well!
Lisa stared at herself for nearly five minutes. "It's erect!" she whimpered. "Why do I have an erect cock?" She tried to calm herself, but panic was racing through her soul. "Why do I have a God damned twelve inch erect penis? This has got to be a dream!"
She touched it, and her legs went rubbery. She felt the sensation of fingers against her hard flesh, and it felt good! "Oh shit, this is no dream! What the hell is going on?" she whimpered, snatching her hand away, to clasp both behind her back as if fearful of touching it again. "Am I turning into a man?"
It took every bit of her willpower to slowly bring her hands to her waist, and hook her thumbs under the band of her stretched out panties. Taking a deep breath, she tugged them down over her wide hips. Sliding down her long firmly muscled legs they dropped to the floor and she stepped out of them. "Oh thank God!" she gasped, as her fingers gingerly explored between her legs. "Kitty's still there!" She blushed; her vagina seemed just as aroused as the stupid hunk of hard quivering meat she was now wearing. Her fingers grew warm and slick from her moisture. "There's no sign of balls, either. What's going on?"
She bent to pick up the panties, but froze. Her whole body seemed electrified as her erection poked between her massive breasts, as if seeking out their warmth and comfort. It felt so damn good, but there was a serious problem! Such a movement brought the swollen head of her unwanted addition dangerously close to her face! It peeked at her from within her cleavage, as if begging for a sweet little kiss!
In an instant, Lisa stood up straight and tall. Then she slowly squatted, keeping her upper body as rigidly erect as her cock. She hastily grabbed the panties, and popped right back up again. "There's an awful lot of blood on them." She turned and pulled back the sheets and examined them in the light. "Damn, it looks like I had a seriously heavy flow day, but the timing is all wrong!" She timidly touched the red streaked flesh of her tummy at the base of the cock. It was sore, but not too uncomfortable. "Oh shit! I think it burst out of me like the chest-splitter sequence in the movie "Alien"! What the fuck!"
The initial shock was wearing off. "Now what?" she asked herself. "What the hell could have caused this?" The practical part of her mind took over. "I better check this out."
Picking up the hand mirror from her dresser, Lisa took a deep breath and calmly assessed the condition of her vagina. Carefully reaching under the twitching cock, Lisa carefully spread herself with index and ring finger of her right hand. She used her left to position the mirror to view her nether regions. "Kitty seems perfectly normal, but it looks like the urethra closed up. Oh hell, I guess this means I have to piss through the monster!"
As always, touching herself generated a warm pleasurable feeling within her soul, but she desperately tried to ignore it. "I, I guess I have to do something about this, uh, Morning Wood, or I'll have a serious problem peeing!"
She shook her head. "Who am I kidding? If I'm gonna have to piss with it, I may as well find out if it works in the other expected manner as well. I wonder what it'll feel like."
Walking stiffly, the hard cock pointing the way, she went through the apartment, turning on all the lights. In the kitchen, she took a deep breath. "This is just an experiment." She told herself. "I better be careful. For all I know a few drops of some kind of fluid might dribble out. I just scrubbed the floor; I don't want to have to wipe up anything weird!" Tearing off a single paper towel from the roll on the wall holder, she placed it on her immaculately clean counter within easy reach. "Well, I've given quite a few hand jobs in my time, so this shouldn't be too difficult."
The bottle of olive oil seemed to loom larger then life on the countertop. "Lube seems like a good idea." She muttered as her trembling fingers unscrewed the cap. "I'll just use a little, so I don't make a mess to clean up." She poured a moderate amount into the palm of her right hand, and stared at it for a minute. "Okay now, here goes nothing!"
Lisa gently anointed herself with the slippery golden fluid. "Oh, that, that's kinda nice." She moaned as she slowly slid her hand all over the organ, spreading the oil until the thick shaft glistened and gleamed under the bright overhead light. Wrapping her hand around the hot solid flesh, she realized that hers was by far the biggest penis she had ever encountered. Although her fingers were long and supple, there was a good three inches separating the tips of her thumb and index finger. Lisa firmed up her grip, and began to actively stroke. "It feels really nice!" Her hand went smoothly up and down the shaft. Lisa was mesmerized by the little game of peek-a-boo the swollen head of her cock was playing as it slowly emerged from her foreskin.
"Oh wow, no wonder guys spend so much time jerking off!!" she exclaimed, totally ignoring the fact that since highschool, she herself never had gone a day without masturbating at least once. "I could get used to this!" she whispered as her hand stroked ever faster.
Images began filling her mind again as she worked her cock. That new receptionist at her office was quite a hot little number. Lisa moaned throatily imagining herself throwing Molly over her desk, and tearing the cute little skirt from her tender lithe body. More dangerous images filled her mind. She imagined having some sweet virginal highschool girl in to have a cavity filled. A little extra gas would let her fill more then a sleeping girl's teeth!
"What am I thinking?" she whimpered as her hand just wouldn't stop moving. "I, I could get arrested for that! Older women! Think older women!"
That wasn't any better! Momma was a MILF from way back! Lisa towered over her beautiful petite mother. It would be so simple to overpower the dainty woman and show just how much she really loved her mother! "Oh no, don't think that! Not momma! Oh no, not momma like that!" she whimpered. "Not mom, not with momma!" she shook her head, long blond hair flying around her face. "Oh momma, suck me! Suck my damn cock!"
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