Chapter 2

Thanks to Ted E. Bear for his proofreading, suggestions, and insight.

"Wake up sleepyhead!"

Tom rolled over to the sound of his wife's perky voice. She stood next to the bed, already dressed in last night's clothing. She looked somewhat disheveled, but otherwise in good shape.

"It's a wonderful day out, warm, sunny, you wouldn't believe it had snowed so much last night, most of it's melted." Mary turned and bounced out of the bedroom. "Time to take me home lover, I'll wait for you in the living room!"

Tom started to push himself up in bed. His head was an ongoing explosion of pain. It reminded him of the time a German artillery shell had gone off just the other side of a garden wall from him.

He slowly rose from the warmth and comfort of the big bed, put on his clothes again, and went into the bathroom to splash some water on his face. Tom looked at himself in the mirror. He looked like hell. He was able to smooth his hair down and straighten his clothes, but there was nothing to remove the slack look on his face or the dark circles under his eyes.

'Oh well, ' he thought, 'I'm not the first mug to look like he'd been dragged through the gutter walking home on a Saturday morning.'

He shuffled down the hall to the entrance area. By the front door he found his beautiful young wife, on her knees, with Arthur's giant cock in her mouth. She worked both hands up and down the hard shaft, while she made obscene slurping noises. Sonia stood against the wall, sipping her coffee watching the young woman.

Tom stood by and waited, watching, until his wife started swallowing the massive load of cum delivered by the massive organ. She managed to swallow several ejaculations, before being forced to pull the pulsing flesh from her mouth, allowing the remaining cum to splatter on her face, down her neck and onto her dress. She continued to suck on the fat cock head, until it softened and the flow of cum ceased.

She wiped herself off with her silk scarf, another present from Tom, and stuffed the gooey fabric in her pocket. She stood up and gave Arthur a long hug. Turning, without a look at Tom, she embraced Sonia, and shared a deep kiss.

"Thank you so much, you've shown me a world that I never imagined existed." Finally she turned to Tom and, a little sadly, reached for his hand. "Come on baby, let's go home."

"You're welcome back any time, you know, Mary." Sonia offered with a gracious smile. "And you too Tom, I really did enjoy your company."

Tom smiled weakly, he had no intention of coming within a mile of the place. He opened the door.

"You are so sweet Sonia, thank you." Mary smiled. "Last night was wonderful, well, last night and this morning." She looked over at Arthur and smiled, "But I love Tom, and there's no way I could be true to him if I came near here ever again. Good bye Sonia, Arthur."

Mary stood up straight and marched out of the apartment to the elevator. She waited, staring at the floor numbers, until the heavy doors opened. Without looking back, she stepped into the elevator.

The heavy doors closed and Mary broke down. "I'm so sorry Tom! I can't believe that he made me his cock slut so easily! I love you so much!" Tom held her close, as she sobbed into his chest. "That cock made me feel in ways that I'd never imagined Tom. I can't deny it. But I love you, and I promise that I'll never, ever, come back. And I'll always stay true to you, no matter what."

The large doors opened, and Mary composed herself, as the young couple walked out into the street. Tom continued to hold her close, as they walked home.

"But how can I even think of satisfying you Mary? I saw what you were like with that huge..." he couldn't even say the words, "that huge thing inside of you."

"I can't lie Tom." Mary said, as she looked out at the buildings surrounding the park, "I'm not even sure that I'll ever be the same. But I love you, and I promise that I'll do everything that I can to satisfy you."

The couple continued back to their apartment. Their discussion hung in the air like a lead weight, eclipsing every other thought. They literally stumbled up the stairs, opened their apartment door, dropped their overcoats to the floor, staggered across the apartment pulling their clothes off, and fell into bed.

Tom rolled over to say something to Mary, only to find her already fast asleep. Then the pain hit.

It was like someone had stabbed a knife into his genitals, and twisted it. Tom doubled over in the bed, almost screaming from the pain. No matter how he moved, the sharp, twisting, burning hurt wouldn't ease. After what seemed like an eternity of blinding animalistic pain, he finally lost consciousness. He continued to fade in and out of awareness, each time the pain seemed exponentially worse, until the only relief was to recoil again into unconsciousness.

When he finally awoke again. The pain had gone. The early morning light streamed in through the apartment blinds. He rubbed his bleary eyes, until they got used to the bright light. Scratching his head, he tried to read the clock on the dresser. Finally he had to get up, stagger across the room, and pick the clock up to read that it was 8:00 am. He had slept almost 24 hours straight.

Suddenly Tom became aware of two things. First was that he was starving. After quickly doing the math, he realized that he hadn't eaten in a day and a half. Secondly, his bladder was about to explode unless he peed.

Rushing into the bathroom he flicked the light switch on, only to remember that Mary had asked him to replace the burned out bulb several days ago. Reaching into his boxer shorts, he pulled out his cock. Strangely his penis felt much fuller and longer in his hand, as he released a long stream of urine. It had to be bigger. He held his shaft and it still stuck out from the end of his hand. Usually he could hold his penis by a couple of fingers, but it seemed much longer and fatter in his hand.

As he finished peeing, he suddenly felt his cock start to fatten in his hand. Without warning he found himself compelled to masturbate. He slid his hand up and down his thickening shaft, as he quickly approached his climax. Tom groaned out loud, as he felt a gush of cum travel up his shaft and splatter against the bathroom wall. He continued to stroke his cock as the long orgasm subsided.

Walking out of the darkened bathroom, he looked at the cock sticking out the fly of his boxers. He was amazed to see that both its length and girth had grown considerably. That would really explain the excruciating pain of the past 24 hours. Tom kept touching his new cock, still not believing that the long thick flesh was his. His cock hung easily eight inches down from its root. The shaft was thick and heavily veined, and was topped by a fat head.

He started stroking it again to see how big it would really get. He watched in amazement as, despite cumming just moments before, the cock responded to his touch. It lengthened in his grip, until he could easily wrap both his fists around its length, and still not cover it's full length. Its thickness increased at an amazing rate, easily as thick around as a flashlight, maybe even a soup can. After a few moments, his cock grew rock hard, and Tom could feel another climax building quickly. He stopped touching his cock, pulling his hands away, and marveled at its sheer size.

"Hey honey, look at this!" he called out, "You really need to see this!"

He looked at a photo of his nubile wife on his dresser. It was the sexy cheesecake photo that she had given him after they got engaged. She was in a blouse, tied tightly, just below her ample bosom, a bare tummy and short shorts. Just the photograph of Mary drove him wild. Without even touching his himself, he felt his cock tighten, as it covered the picture with a massive spray of cum.

He continued to stare at his cock for several minutes after his orgasm finished. The thick organ remained engorged, although not hard, and occasionally spurted a small jet of cum to the floor. He noticed that his wife's side of the bed was empty.

Tom couldn't believe how hungry he was. It's not that his belly felt that empty, it wasn't growling, but he was ravenous. Proud of his jutting cock, he left it to swing in the cool air, as he searched the apartment for Mary. It only took him a minute to discover that she was gone. He discovered a note on the telephone table by the front door.

Dearest Tom,

I couldn't resist it.

Arthur made me his cock slut last night. I'm ashamed and sorry for my behavior, but I can't help myself. I need his cock, and I guess I'll do anything to have it. Even destroy my marriage, and lose the one I truly love.

Please have pity on me Tom.

I'm sorry.

Mary

Tom looked at the note for a moment. He couldn't really say that he was surprised. He had seen the effect that the massive cock had on his wife. How could he really deny her?

Just the memory his wife as a slut started blood flowing back into his cock. He stroked his cock hard again, as he headed to the shower. Perhaps if Mary were to see his new size, she would consider returning. He took a long hot shower, cumming another four times, and splattering it all over the wall each time.

Afterwards he lay on the floor of the shower, exhausted, and starving. Wearily he dried himself off, amazed that his cock still hung down so far between his thighs. Putting on a robe he headed to the kitchen.

Searching through the pantry, he found only a few boxes of dry goods. The icebox held only a few leftovers, milk, butter, etc. He finally settled on a peanut butter and jam sandwich. He packed the sandwich with the spreads, and shoved it into his mouth. It was like he hadn't eaten in weeks.

The sandwich did nothing for his hunger. It filled his belly, but it did nothing for his hunger. He built several additional sandwiches and swallowed them almost whole, until he couldn't eat any more. Still the hunger pangs continued. Gagging, he ran to the toilet to vomit the contents of his stomach into the toilet.

Tom sat on the floor, his stomach sore from the abuse. The hunger seemed to redouble itself, as he tried to understand what was happening to him. Deep inside, he began to feel the desire to return to Sonia's apartment. The urge grew with his hunger, until he felt compelled to leave the small apartment.

Dressing in a simple shirt and pants, Tom pulled on his jacket and hat, and headed out the door. In the hallway outside, he ran into their neighbor Vanessa. She was a pretty Spanish woman, who had moved into the building a few months ago.

Nodding at her as they passed, he felt his cock twitch in his pants. He had never really thought about it, but Vanessa was quite attractive. Long dark hair, a slim build with full hips, thought of sex floated through his mind.

"Tommy?" Vanessa said, turning coyly to face him. They had never really said more than hello in the time that they'd been neighbors. She was usually so shy, nodding, just before hurrying into her apartment. "You look quite, how you say, dashing today." she smiled, opening her coat, and walked a little closer to him. "I don't see your Mary with you."

"Um no, she's, uh, busy." he answered, not quite sure as to what to say. 'No Vanessa, my wife became a cock slut last night, and she's sucking on a big one as we speak' passed through his mind.

Vanessa came very close. Tom could smell her perfume, as she pushed close against him. It was as if she was a different woman.

"Miguel is at work. Why don't you come in, and we can, uh... play." She had to search for the last word. But her hand sliding against his inner thigh, made up for whatever was lost in the vocal translation.

His cock slowly hardened against his leg, and sure wanted to take the pretty Latina up on her offer. But the hunger pains that wracked him, and the growing urge to return to Sonia, gave him the impetus to turn her down.

"I'm flattered Vanessa, I really am..." Tom said, as he tried to disengage himself from the eager woman. "But I have to meet someone, and I can't be late."

"Well how about we just have some fun out here then?" she said, a note of desperation in her voice. Vanessa knelt in front of Tom, and started fumbling with his fly. Reaching in, she gasped in pleasure, as her hand surrounded his cock. Pulling it out, she fervently began to stroke it, making it harder. Tom's cock looked absolutely massive, as it filled her hand. As much as he wanted to continue, his hunger pain won out.

"Please, stop Vanessa." Without a word she obeyed, looking disappointedly at the cock hanging out in front of her as she acquiesced, and let Tom go.

Still kneeling on the floor she cupped her breasts, and watched him as he left. "Don't be shy Tommy. My offer is still, how you say, good, anytime."

Tom pushed his erection back into his pants, rushed down the stairs, and out into the cold sunshine. He was almost in a panic, as he walked quickly down the icy sidewalk. He found his glance attracted to every pretty girl he passed. And even more unusual, he found them watching him. They smiled, waved, and muttered hellos, as he passed. All of them seemed absolutely enamored with him.

Rushing into the high rise, he ran across the lobby and into the closing elevator door. He said hi to the doorman, hoping that he would remember him, rather than calling the cops. It seemed to work, as the doorman stared at him while the doors closed. Tom pressed the appropriate floor button, and turned around to apologize to his elevator companion, only to notice that the indicator light for his floor was already lit.

To his surprise, he had entered the elevator with Sonia. She stood regarding him with a wide grin. She was dressed in a short winter coat, the zipper pulled open, to reveal a tight sweater, and tight winter pants, that showed off her shapely legs.

"Welcome back Tom." she said with a broad smile, her teeth white against her bright red lips, "What brings you back, lose something?"

"What did you do to me?" Tom asked frantically, "And what did you do with my wife?"

"A little hungry are we?" Sonia asked sarcastically, "Mary came here of her own volition, well, more or less anyway."

"You did something to me the other night!" Tom said, the pain almost overwhelming him. "I'm starving, but I can't eat enough to fix it! You have to help me!"

"I don't HAVE to help you Tom." she said coldly. Tom stared at her, desperate for relief. "But I will. And you, in turn, will help me. That's how the deal works."

Stepping forward, she stood just inches from his face. Deftly reaching down she opened the fly of his pants and reached her hand in. She gently grasped his balls in her warm hand, as Tom's cock became instantly hard against her arm. His head spun with pleasure at her touch.