Chapter 3

Mona sat up and stretched. It felt so good to sleep in. It was a school day, but she couldn’t see the point in going. What good would it do anyone if nobody could see her? She would cause a panic if she showed up wearing anything but her one invisible dress. Speaking of which, she needed to perform another experiment.

Last night she had washed her invisible dress, undergarments, and a single knee-high in the little sink of her kitchenette. Since one knee-high was up in the lamp with her money, she would save the other for further ‘shopping’ trips.

Everything looked just fine hanging from the clothesline she had strung across her little room. The dress was a bit wrinkled, but so what? Was it still invisible? Was she? She couldn’t tell. For reasons she couldn’t comprehend, she saw herself and her clothes quite plainly all through the adventures of yesterday.

She had showered last night when she got home from her exciting visit to the library. Did she somehow wash off whatever the martians had done to cause her invisibility? Did it rinse out of her clothes?

Part of her thought that was nonsense. Her penis certainly hadn’t washed off! In her worry she chose to ignore the stiff state it was in when she got out of bed and undressed.

Mona got ready for the day. Not wanting to cause a mess like she made yesterday, Mona stood naked in front of her battered cast iron tub. It made a far bigger target than a toilet.

The teen whistled tunelessly as she tried to relax herself enough for the job at hand. The golden flow started. Sighing, Mona felt the immense relief of emptying her bladder while she played the strong stream all over in the tub. Was it wrong to thing this was sort of fun?

It was like having your very own personal squirt gun to play with. Mona couldn’t wait until winter. Would it be hard to write her name in the snow like the boys in the orphanage always bragged about? Time would tell.

Speaking of flow. Mona was quite relieved in a different way when she had taken off the regular old visible undergarments and night gown she had worn to bed last night. They were clean. She removed her belt and pad and couldn’t help a little smile. Just a little spotting, thank goodness!

Nurse Kelly back at the orphanage had warned her that once her body became used to becoming a woman, that could change drastically! She seemed to take such a vindictive delight in sharing horror stories of bloating, cramps, humiliatingly stained clothing, and ruined bedding.

Whatever else happened, Mona was certainly glad she hadn’t let that boy release inside of her in the library! It probably would have been okay, but she didn’t want to take that life changing risk. Not just yet, anyway. Getting a big swollen belly was not a good trade off to putting a nine month stop to her monthlies!

If her clothes were still invisible, they would hide the belt and pad. If her flow became as heavy as Nurse Kelly warned, she wouldn’t be able to run around naked during ‘That Time’ of the month. The thought of leaving bloody stains everywhere was just so distasteful. With luck she would have another month to plan things out for that inconvenient time!

Mona discovered that she had dallied too long after making pee. She didn’t quite understand it, but contemplating a big belly, even her own, had quite an effect on her.

“It’s so darn hard now.” She breathed as her penis jutted proudly from her.

She touched it, and felt that now familiar thrill of a gentle hand grasping the rock hard shaft. She took her hand away.

“I, I can’t let this, this thing control me.” She said softly. “Invisible or not, I need to show some kind of restraint!”

Trying to ignore the hardness begging for the touch of her hand, Mona rinsed her urine out of the tub. She intended to draw herself a nice warm relaxing bath, but froze. The need to touch her penis was just too strong.

“Just for a little while.” She said as she climbed into the empty tub. “I’ll just sort of play with it a bit, until it gets soft again.”

The damp empty tub chilled her bottom as she sat down. At least this was the right place to practice such a filthy dirty habit. She stared at the organ pushing up from her loins.

“You know, it does look sort of nice.” She thought of the boy from the library. “I, I think mine looks more, um, manly than his. I bet Cary Grant’s looks like this.”

Clear syrupy fluid had begun to seep from the hole she now peed out of. It ran warmly down her shaft. It was quite slippery when she once more closed her hand around her hardness.

She let out a long sighing breath as she started to stroke. Mother nature sure knew her business. The clear stuff made a fine soothing lubricant on the smooth delicate skin of her penis.

She thought about having the nameless boy’s penis inside of her. That had sure felt wonderful. Her stroking hand gave the shaft she gripped a little hint of a bend. No, that was out. She was way too hard. There was no way that she could twist her penis and get it inside of herself. It would probably hurt like the Dickens if she tried.

Breathing long deep breaths, she kept on stroking herself. She thought about the boy some more. Of course, she did put her penis inside of him a different way. It was a thrill to feel his tongue against the mushroom crown of her manliness. She licked her lips, and froze.

“I, I can’t do that. Can I?”

Mona stared at her penis again. Twelve inches was kind of big. It was a whole foot, after all. She gulped. The Circle Jerk boys had all dared each other to try something. Fellow something, was it? Fellow ratio? No, that wasn’t quite right. It was some Latin sounding word. What ever they called it, they had obviously meant letting your chum put his penis in your mouth.

It wasn’t really her fault. Remembering their nasty bantering had led to her stuffing her penis into the redheaded boy’s mouth. The wonderful sensation was a memory she would never forget. Needless to say, he would never forget it either.

Was this something everybody did? Was it something boys did in private, and then dared their chums to try on each other? Why not? It would be so easy. Maybe it was like passing wind or something. Everyone did it, but nobody talked about it.

Mona was quite naive, despite what she had witnessed in the basement at the orphanage. She had come to the erroneous conclusion that this was something all boys did. So, why couldn’t she? She sort of leaned down over herself. She hesitated for a long moment, and then darted her tongue out in a quick swipe.

“Oh goodness!” She sighed. “That, that felt very nice. It tasted a little weird though. Why am I so salty?”

She swallowed the trace of liquid her tongue had gathered. It wasn’t really that bad. She licked the weeping head again. No, it wasn’t bad at all.

The busy teen had no reason to suspect that most boys would give their right arm to possess the proper combination of abdominal flexibility and penis length to be able to lick his own penis. How was she to know it was a rare male that could get his face anywhere near his stiffness, let alone lick the tip. She assumed that everyone that had a penis, could put their mouth to it.

“I, I think I like this.” She said, after giving herself another loving tongue swipe. “Boys are so lucky.” She grinned. “Now I’m lucky too!”

Flexible of waist, modest of breast, and possessing a penis long enough to make a big man jealous, gave her a distinct advantage. Mona threw caution to the wind. She bent nearly double as she sat in the cold empty tub. Sort of hunching her head low, she easily captured the crown of her penis in her mouth!

Her whole body gave a shudder. This was really-really good! Putting your penis into your own mouth was oh so soothing. She felt the softness of her tongue as it pressed against the top of her hard shaft. She sort of swirled it around the crown. She felt it give a throb, and more of that clear stuff burst out onto her tongue. She decided right then and there that she liked the taste!

Mona began moving up and down. She could get quite a bit of the shaft into her mouth. The more that passed her widely stretched lips, the better it felt! Panting through her nose, she happily pushed as much of herself as she could into her mouth.

To her surprise, the feelings were much more intense than just using her hand to stroke. Before long, she was bouncing on her bottom like a woman possessed. She wasn’t just using her tongue and lips to sooth her penis any more. The panting moaning teen was actively making love to her face!

She needed more! Gripping the backs of her knees, Mona curled up as tight as she could. She felt something fantastic. The bulbous crown was pushing against the back of her throat.

That was when she made a slight miscalculation. Pulling even harder at her knees, she pursed her lips even tighter around the hot hard flesh. Sucking, she desperately tried to draw more of herself in. She did, all too well.

With an exciting pop, the crown pushed past the tight confines of her throat. The result was nearly disastrous! Mona’s body throbbed, and the shaft of her penis gave a massive jerk. She exploded!

Mona panicked as a thick blast of fluid pumped directly down her throat. She could feel it warming the inside of her stomach. She could feel something else, too. She felt her belly sort of stretch. She was filling herself up! Eyes open wide, she tried to pull back. That was a mistake. The swollen mushroom head wedged tigh in the opening of her throat.

Mona choked. Twin streamers of slime jetted from her nostrils as the blasts just kept on coming. Unable to think or breath, she struggled as more and more goo gushed into her swelling belly.

Letting go of her knees, she pawed at her stomach. It felt boated and firm as the slime kept shooting. Gripping the sides of the tub, she managed to finally pull her face free of the pulsing jerking penis.

In a daze, her hand automatically went to the erupting shaft. Instinct made her jerk it wildly to keep her fantastic release going. White ribbons of slime reached to the ceiling, to rain down all over her.

Panting and wheezing, Mona mistakenly thought it was over when the streamers tapered of to a last little dribble. She was mistaken. She belched. Her hard firmly bloated stomach immediately returned to normal as a gush of white flowed out of her wide open mouth.

“Live and learn.” She gasped. “I almost died! Next time I know not to shove it so far down my throat. I’ll just sort of purse my lips around the crown. That way I can drink a reasonable amount without doing myself a damage!”

It was a wiser girl that spent the next hour cleaning. The bathroom was a mess! The goo covering her body was starting to get, well, crusty, by the time she took a good long NORMAL bath!

Clean and ready for the day, Mona put on all of her hopefully still invisible clothes, except for the socks. Those invisible carry sacks were far too valuable to put on her feet. She needed to make darn sure of things before she had any more fun! It never even occurred to her that she should be hoping to return to visibility. A born loner, she was already getting used to her new reality.

Before she left, she got a drink of water. She didn’t give it any real thought, but it was quite some drink. Without even thinking, she had picked up a gallon iced tea pitcher and filled it at the kitchenette sink. The teen didn’t seem to realize what she was doing as she rapidly drained it. Belly once more bloated, she sighed and put the pitcher down. In moments, the sloshing in her middle stopped as her body absorbed the replacement for all the liquid she just lost.