Topic: The Ashland Incident (16 part epic) - by Squeeshka
The Ashland Incident, Part One
7 AM, Monday
Sara awoke in a sweat, her alarm clock blaring. She just had the strangest dream, but already forgot almost everything about it. Just that it was weird, and strangely sexual. She absent-mindedly gazed through the darkness of her room as her mind awoke. She couldn't shake this strange erotic sensation. Something felt different. Something felt... stiff? Her gaze drifted downward.
"What the hell?!"
She quickly covered her mouth with both hands. Down at her crotch was a fully erect dick, complete with a set of balls.
"Shit, this is a fucked up dream."
She pinched her cheek. Nothing. She pinched a little harder. Still nothing. She then lay a healthy smack clear across her face. No dice.
"What the fuck... what the fuck...." She repeated her mantra as she got into a better position to assess the situation. As she hung her head down over her addition, her long wavy brunette hair created a sort of veil.
Sara was concerned. For the first 18 years of her life she had gotten along just fine without male genitals. Why was this happening? For what seemed like forever, she just sat there staring at it, poking its little head out of her panties like it had always been there. She figured it was about six inches long, same as Josh. This was only the second time she'd seen a dick in person. The first one that wasn't circumcised. The only sexual relationship she had been in was with Josh, and they never went very far. Sure, they would make out and mutually masturbate, but that was the extent of it. They had broken up over the summer.
Sara's mind quickly snapped back to her current situation. She didn't know what to do. Her dad would be in soon to make sure she was out of bed and getting ready for school. Still, her curiosity got the better of her. She slowly reached forward, as though she were afraid it would bite. She made contact and it jumped, causing her to snap her hand back with a gasp. She felt a number of emotions, fear and disgust being quite prevalent. To her horror, she realized that she was also pretty horny. She glanced over at the clock. There was no harm in... She touched it again. It was warm. She explored its shape with her hand. She slowly traced along the subtle veins hidden just under the smooth skin. Her breathing deepened, causing her b-cup breasts to rise and fall with a slow rhythm. After a brief pause she moved on to her balls. They felt so strange. Foreign. They seemed to be churning on their own accord. With as much inadvertent suspense as possible, she walked her fingers around to the backside of her ball sack. She felt around, cautiously at first with growing desperation. She squished and kneaded the stretchy flesh, just trying to find her womanhood. A chill went down her spine when she realized it was gone. She had lost it, like a set of keys, or a lucky pen. What the fuck? Her deep breaths grew heavier. Poor pussy...
Pussy... yes, pussy indeed. Involuntarily, her mind began to wander. Before she knew it, she was thinking about not just hers, but other pussies while slowly stroking her dick. When she realized what she was doing, she let out a yelp. She had always been straight as an arrow. Sure, she sucked when it came to relationships, but she at least knew she was attracted to guys. Whenever she masturbated, her thoughts were always of all the hot guys at school. She tried to bring her thoughts to guys, but they always seemed to come back to pussies, as well as big tits and nice heart-shaped asses. This caused her to bring her unoccupied hand to her right tit. She rubbed it, squeezed it, teased it. She briefly noted that her boobs felt a little ore full than usual. The thought soon passed though, as she got pretty caught up in the task at hand. Before long, she felt the unfamiliar sensation of a male climax. She wasn't prepared for what came next, and was blasted in the face by a jet of her own jizz.
As her rational though came back to her, her eyes went misty. She felt tears mixing with the semen on her face as she looked down at the mess she had made. There was a small bit of comfort to be found at the sight of her new appendage softening and shrinking. Her underwear was ruined, and she felt filthy. Her spiral of remorse was abruptly interrupted by heavy footsteps outside her bedroom door. Dad! Sara quickly lay down and pulled her nasty sheets up to cover all but her head, and pretended to be asleep.
"Sara?! What the Hell? You're not even awake yet?! It's 7:32! You're gonna be late for school! What the Hell's the matter with you?!" Dad clearly wished that he himself was still in bed.
"Oh, sorry Daddy, must be something wrong with my alarm.... I'll be right up." Sara responded, cringing as she felt semen dripping down her face and soaking into her pillow.
"Yeah, you better get a move on. I'll see you tonight." With that he shut the door, perhaps a little loudly.
Sara lay there for a few moments, feeling totally lost and helpless. How could she tell her parents? There was no way! Maybe it's just a passing thing. Maybe it will go away the same way it came. "I'll just see what happens "Ëœtill tomorrow," she thought. She felt the last drop of cum ooze from her now flaccid cock.
"Right, better get ready for school." She said to herself, rather uneasily as she slowly uncovered her body. "Shit, what am I gonna do about these sheets?" She huffed. "I'll worry about that later. Gotta shower off now. This is fucking gross."
She stood up and threw her underwear/sleepwear on her bed before making for the shower. She thought to herself how glad she was to have her own bathroom. 20 minutes later, she finally felt clean again for the most part. That stuff was harder to clean off than she thought it'd be, and that thing was still a little messy. She couldn't stand looking at it.
"Now, what to wear? What time is it? Shit! It's 7:55, the bus gets here in 5 minutes! I wish I had a fucking car..." With that she threw open her closet so see what she could pull together in a hurry. After she put on her bra (which seemed to be fitting a little snug) and panties (which were definitely very snug) she grabbed a pair of blue jeans. She foresaw a problem with the lack of room provided in the front of the jeans, but she figured she could just deal with it for the day. She was mistaken. "Holy fucking god that hurts!" she exclaimed as she practically ripped the buttons off in a mad attempt to free her new package from the extreme pressure. "Shit, I'm in trouble." She informed herself as she looked through all her jeans. Her tight fitting jeans.
She looked over at her meager collection of skirts. She didn't like wearing skirts. She never actually bought any, they were all given as gifts on various occasions. She let out a sigh and grabbed a simple blue skirt that ended just above her knees. "It'll have to do" she thought. She threw on a plain white t-shirt and some white tennis shoes to finish it off, and ran towards the door. She got outside just in time to see the bus's tail lights fading away in the morning mist.
Sara headed into the kitchen, where her mom was still drinking some coffee and reading yesterday's news. "Oh, sweetie, I heard you running, did you miss the bus?"
Sara sighed "Yeah..."
"So I guess you'll have to put up with me driving you? Think you'll be able to survive you're little friends seeing old Mom driving you around?" her mother joked.
"Alright, just a sec. Lemmie finish my coffee. You should eat something anyway."
Sara inhaled a strawberry pastry and they were on their way. "Sweetie, isn't that top a little tight?" Sara looked down. It did seem a little tighter than it should be.
"Mom..." And it was left at that.
Sara got to school not a moment too soon. She had about a minute until class was suppose to start. After a frantic dash through the halls, she flew into Mrs. Durian's intro to Trig class. Math. What a great morning class. Sara quickly took her seat.
"I didn't think you were gonna make it today. What's with the skirt?" Katie Callahan, Sara's best friend, was sitting to her left.
"I wasn't feeling well." Was Sara's only response. Katie made a quizzical face, and Miss Durian promptly entered the room, carrying with her a distinctly boring aura.
As the lesson dragged on, Sara's mind began to drift. She looked over at Katie. She was cute. A couple inches shorter than Sara, she was about 5'5''. Her straight hair was dyed black and purple, and made a slight swoop over her left eye as it fell down to her shoulders. She had these amazing deep green eyes that seemed to suck you in. She was kind of quirky, and something of an artist. Mostly sketches. Her current sketch seemed to be an apple fighting some bread. She had an 'artistic' fashion sense as well. Today she was wearing a slightly ruffled, tight-fitting black blouse, and some skinny white pants. Sara found her focus drawn to Katie's chest. Her c-cup tits were packed in lusciously.
Sara quickly looked away, but it was too late. She could feel her dick begin to tighten and swell. She frantically looked around as her face turned bright red. No one seemed to notice anything. She tried to sneak a peek downward, but her boobs and her desk were in the way. She did, however, notice that her nipples were at full attention, and clearly visible. She quickly crossed her arms and leaned forward. "What if it doesn't go down before class is over?" she thought. Just when she was about to start panicking, she looked at Miss Durian. Miss Durian was an old, grey haired, wrinkled woman. There was nothing attractive about her at all, so Sara put all of her focus on here and the numbers she was spouting forth. She cringed a little, but it was working! Her stiffy was slowly subsiding. She kept her attention locked on her decrepit old teacher for the remainder of the class. After an eternity, the bell finally rang.
"Wow, Sara, you really seemed to be into math today. Are you sure you're not still feeling off?" Katie puzzled.
"Oh, Kat, I just though I'd try a little harder. My grade's been slipping in here for a while." Sara fidgeted.
"Whatever flies your kite. Anyway, I missed you on the bus today. I had to contend with those noisy little bastards all on my own. Oh, which reminds me! You'll never guess what I'm getting for my birthday!" Katie's deep eyes suddenly lit up.
"A car?" Sara responded with tentative enthusiasm.
"Yeah! I can't believe it! Fuckaround! I'm finally getting my own car, and we won't have to ride that damn bus anymore!" Katie said, slightly jumping.
"Hell yeah, that's awesome! When are you getting it?"
"Today! Even though my birthday's not "Ëœtill tomorrow. Dad thought it'd be nice if I could celebrate the big 1-8 by driving to school. Aww, this is so awesome!"
"Totally. We'll talk about this later though. I gotta get to science now. I'll see ya at lunch!"
Sara was power walking to the science hall. It was all the way on the other side of the damn school! It was at that inopportune time when she realized just how badly she had to pee. She quickly dashed into the ladies room and secured a stall. She briefly considered the fact that she could now pee standing up, but she decided to have a seat. Now was not the time to try out gross new tricks. After she was done relieving herself, she grabbed a tissue to clean up her new member.
"Ug, this is so fucking gross!" She grimaced as she gently blotted the tip.
"Gah, can you believe that dick?!" Sara turned bright red as the bathroom door burst open, and two girls walked in. She sat perfectly still as not to be discovered, as if she didn't belong in there.
"So he just grabbed you boob? Out of the blue?"
"Well we had been talking about... stuff... but still, that gives him no right... although it did feel kinda good..."
"Yeah... in fact, I think my panties are a little wet!"
"Gah, shut up Kelly, I don't want to hear that!"
Their conversation went on as they went into stalls. One of them was right beside Sara. Kelly's story had somewhat excited her, and it didn't help that she could see the girl next to hers' panties around her ankles. By the time the two girls left, Sara had a raging hard-on.
"For fuck's sake! I can't go out into the hall like this!" She informed herself. She checked the time. "Fuck... only one thing to do..."
Sara's sense of self worth came crashing down as she wrapped her fingers around her shaft and began jerking it violently in the public stall. In spite of herself, she let out a moan. As she felt herself getting ready to cum, she remembered what happened in bed that morning, and quickly leaned forward, pointing her dick straight ahead. Within moments she could feel her balls tighten and she shot her load onto the stall door. She quickly pulled up her skirt and panties, washed up, and ran into the halls.
"Shit, I'm four minutes late! Ms Serpera will have my ass!" Sara berated herself as she checked the time again.
Sara burst into the science room to see that the day's lesson had already started.
"Ah, Ms Schuler! How good of you to join us." Ms Serpera said with a sly grin. There was always something evil about her. Some called her sadistic. There were rumors that she was some sort of mad scientist. That would be silly though, right? No one knew how old she was, but she looked to be in her 20s, with knowledge of science that far surpassed someone in their 50s. She nonchalantly gave Sara a detention slip as she went on with her lesson. Wednesday after school, a whole hour of detention. As if she didn't have enough problems.
Lunch couldn't come soon enough, but it finally did. Sara sat at her usual table. She was always the first one there, given the location of the cafeteria and the science hall. She was slowly munching on a carrot, reflecting on the bizarre events of the day, when Myra Groton arrived. Myra was a quiet girl, and something of a bookworm. She had short black hair with loose curls that stopped at her jaw line. It was often unruly, and she usually held it back with a black lace headband. She wore simple black horn rimmed glasses. She obviously liked to wear black, and often wore black lipstick. She was wearing a black long-sleeved v-necked shirt with a black and white plaid patterned skirt. She almost always had a book with her. Sara couldn't help but give her breasts a quick study. They were somewhere in the larger range of B. Sara quickly changed her focus.
"Hey Myra, what's up?"
"...Mmm... not much..." She mumbled. She was never much for conversation. She was fairly timid and reserved, but once she warmed up Myra could be incredibly thoughtful. Sara decided to wait for Katie and Jessica to arrive before attempting any more exchange.
After a few minutes of listening to Myra crunch on an apple, the other half of the usual crowd arrived. At that point Sara discovered there was a problem. She, Katie, and Myra looked pretty nice by anyone's standards, but Jessica Winters was downright hot. She had long curly blonde hair, and a smile that could brighten anyone's day. Sara's eyes were immediately drawn to her nice, firm D-cup tits. Her blue striped blouse did nothing to conceal their glory. Sara wondered for a moment how Jessica even managed to squeeze into her form-fittingly skinny jeans, but such sentient thought was soon washed away at the sight of her perfect ass. Needless to say, Sara was incredibly hard at this point, and her nipples echoed the situation.
"Earth to Sara! Are you absolutely sure you're feeling alright?" Sara was so caught up in her thoughts that she hadn't even noticed that Katie was talking to her.
"Oh, yeah, maybe I'm still feeling a little ill. Sorry about that. What was it you were saying?" She shifted in her seat. The pressure on her dick from her panties was getting pretty intense. She could have sworn that she just felt...
With that, her panties suddenly and unexpectedly lost the fight with her dick, and she felt the appendage spring free. She cautiously reached inside her skirt to find that they came right off. Her package was now totally exposed to the elements, and her erection would be plainly visible under her skirt if she were to stand up.
"Sara, what's wrong? You're face is all red, and you're not paying any attention to anything we say?" Jessica looked worried. "Do you want me to get you some water?"
"Yes, please...." Sara could feel tears of embarrassment and shame building up as Jessica went to fetch a cup.
"Hey, hey... what's the matter?" Katie puller her chair right next to Sara. Sara looked into those deep, enchanting eyes and leaned against her best friend, sobbing heavily.
"There's.... th-there's...s-s-omething....wrong w-with....m-m-me..." She glanced over at Myra, who had lost all interest in her book and was watching Sara with a look of concerned analysis.
"Come on, what do you mean, Sara? You're feeling sick?"
"N-n-no.... it's.... I'm.... I-I... I can't say....."
"...You can tell us anything Sara... we're your friends..." Myra offered.
Sara knew she was right. She should be able to trust them, especially Katie. They had been friends since before she could remember. They lived right next door to each other. She trusted her with her life. She just couldn't tell her about her strange change. She didn't want her best friend to think of her as a freak.
"Aww, here you go. Maybe this will help?" Jessica gave her a little paper cup of water.
"Aw, look, you're a mess, let's go wash you up, ok?" Katie offered.
"No!" Sara suddenly shouted involuntarily. "I... I mean... no thanks. I just want to sit here for a while. I'll be alright. It must... it must just be stress. I have a test next period." She sipped some of the water.
"Alright, whatever you say Sara. Just know that I'm always here for you." Katie gave her a nice hug. Sara couldn't help but feel her breasts press against her.
"Thanks Katie, I know." She said, surprised to find herself smiling.
After lunch, Sara made her way to the bathroom on her own, using her backpack to hide her stiffy in the least suspicious way possible. After checking to make sure the room was empty, she set her backpack down and started splashing water on her face. "Ahh, guess I'll have to rub another one out," she thought to herself. "This is the third time today. I feel so nasty, so wrong." She locked the stall door and pulled her skirt off as she started teasing her dick. "Wow, it feels a little sore. I must be wearing it out" she thought. She jerked it frantically for six straight minutes to no avail. "Gah, it hurts, and it's not working!" She thought back to that morning. "Maybe I just need a little more stimulation," she though, pulling off her shirt and bra. She grabbed her right tit and gently tweaked the nipple, eventually causing her to moan and squirm. She slowly picked up the intensity while cautiously tickling her balls. "Yeah," she thought, "that's the stuff," and resumed the jacking. Three minutes later, she finally came, noting a much weaker stream, and a pain in her balls.
"Fuck, this sucks!"
She quickly cleaned up and ran off to English.
English class went of without much drama. There was a long boring test over a long boring book she had skimmed through. She was pretty good at bullshitting through essay tests. She noticed some hot girls in the room, but it wasn't much of an issue as her dick seemed to be completely exhausted.
The last class of the day was art. Sara wasn't particularly into art (though she would never admit it to Katie), but it was an easy class, and she had it with Katie, so it was her favorite class of the day. The whole period was discussing their next project, which would be a clay sculpture. Seemed like fun. For the first time all day she was able to get her mind off of her new addition, and secretly chatted with Katie just like she always had. Class soon ended, and the girls road the bus home one last time.
"Well, it's time for me to go get my car!" Katie said as the got off the bus. "It may take a while, so I'll just see you tomorrow morning. We'll ride to school in style!"
"Alright, see ya then!"
Sara unlocked her door and went inside. Her parents were still at work, and her little brother, Kyle, was spending the night at a friend's house. This was the first time all day that she was truly alone. She sat down on the sofa and turned on the TV, mindlessly flipping through the channels. She absent-mindedly scratched her crotch. Of course, she was soon reminded of her recent troubles. With a heavy sigh, she got up and went to her room. It was time for some exploration.
She looked at her reflection in the full length mirror beside her closet. She stared closely at her crotch, and much to her dismay, could detect a slight bulge. In a fit of rage, she pulled all her clothes off. Breathing heavily, she looked up again at her now naked reflection. There it was in plain sight. A dick. A ball sack. Her vision became blurred as she felt tears stream down her face.
"NO!" She screamed. "NO NO NO!! GO AWAY!" She gave her own balls a hearty whack and instantly crumpled to the floor. "Jesus fucking christ!" She lie there on the floor, clutching her crotch with both hands and sobbing uncontrollably. "I'm such a fucking freak! What the hell did I do to deserve this?! God..."
After eventually pulling herself together, Sara decided to do a little research on the internet. After hours of searching everywhere she could think of, she was no closer to an answer. She was, however, successful in finding all manner of "male enhancement" medication, and of course, porn. The closest she got to anything were fictional stories about girls facing a similar fate. "Seriously," she muttered, "who gets off on this stuff?"
Monday, 7:00 PM
Sara was snapped out of her daydream by her mother's call. She didn't really remember what she had zoned-out thinking about, and was sure she didn't want to know. The family briefly discussed their day over an acceptable meal, after which her parents retired to the living room to watch TV.
"Hey, I think I'm gonna turn in early tonight, I'm not feeling all that well." Sara told her parents.
"But it's only 7:30! What's wrong sweetie?" Her mom inquired.
"I'm just... bleh.... I'll see ya tomorrow though."
"Alright, 'night hon."
It wasn't until she was about to get into bed that she remembered the mess she made on her sheets. "Ah, damn it. Oh well, I can deal with it for tonight."
That night, Sara was again haunted by a strange dream. This time, though, she could remember it. It felt so real. She was sitting in some generic classroom at school, and was wearing an elaborate gold and white formal dress. All the desks around her were filled with faceless students. Sara looked around and tried to speak with them, but they did not respond. Suddenly, their was a bright flash of light, and all the students and their desks vanished, and at the front of the class was an angel. Upon closer inspection, Sara recognized the angel as a girl from school. She didn't know her name though. She just stood there. She had long black hair and glorious white wings. She was wearing a simple white robe. She seemed to be emitting a golden aura. Her gaze turned to Sara, and the angel started crying. She brought her hands to her face, and disappeared in a white glow. Suddenly, Sara's desk vanished and she was standing. She felt very strange. There was a loud ripping sound as her dick burst through the front of her dress. It was at least three feet long! To her horror, Sara's parents appeared, and gazed upon her with extreme disgust. They turned their backs on her and vanished. Next, the large group of students reappeared, pointing and laughing at Sara. She looked down to see that her dress had completely disappeared, and her balls were the size of grapefruits!
"No, please!" She shouted at the faceless crowd, with tears in her eyes. "Don't look at me! Leave me alone!"
She turned to look for somewhere to hide, but found nothing. She was surrounded. Falling to her knees, she put her face in her hands. Suddenly, out of the crowd walked a very naked Katie. She was smiling and looking directly at Sara.
"Come on Sara, it'll be alright. Don't cry anymore, ok?" She crouched down and pulled Sara's hands away from her face. "Look at me. Look into my eyes."
"What do I do, Katie?"
Silently, Katie got down on all fours and wiggled her ass. She turned her head around to look at Sara.
"I want you to fuck me, Sara. I want you to fuck my little pussy. That'll make you feel better, won't it? To put your big strong dick into my little pussy? I know you want to, just look how hard you are! I want you to fill me with your hot seed!" Katie moaned seductively.
Sara slowly got to her feet. She looked at the laughing crowd, and then into Katie's impossibly deep gaze, which pointed her back to her dripping pussy. Katie wiggled her ass again, and with that Sara lunged forward. Somehow, Katie's little pussy was able to take it all in. The crowd slowly faded into the background. In and out she thrust at a fevered pace. She lost all control, submitting to her animal instinct. Katie's breathing got heavier and heavier. Her grunts and moans increased in pitch. And then,
"Sara, I'm cumming!" Katie shouted, as they both climaxed in unison.
Sara could feel wave after wave of semen gushing forth from her dick into Katie's undulating pussy. Katie was crying out in ecstasy. It seemed to go on forever. It did, however, subside eventually.
Katie dismounted Sara's enormous dick, which remained as hard as a rock. As Katie stood, an endless stream of jizz flowed out of her snatch. Without a word, she slowly walked up to Sara, pushing her dick up so it wouldn't get in the way. They stood with their faces only inches apart for a few instants, and then kissed each other deeply for what seemed like an eternity. As they moaned into each others mouths, Katie casually slid her hand up and down Sara's upward-pointing meat. When it was finally over, Katie slowly walked away and vanished into the faceless crowd, leaving a train of semen behind her. Sara made a move to run after her, but something felt off.
To her horror, she looked down to see her dick growing even more. It was rapidly growing longer and thicker. Her balls, too. The crowd, now once more painfully apparent, laughed even harder. Desperately she tried to run after Katie, but her balls were so big that her legs kept hitting them, making it too painful to run. She fell forward only to land on her own gargantuan dick. It was at least 10 feet long, and so thick that the base of it was resting on the ground when she stood up. She slowly pushed on forward, with her gigantic balls dragging behind her. She could have easily fit inside of them had they been hollow.
As she walked forward, the sensitive tip of her shaft was rubbing on the ground, which started to excite her even more. She felt another strange sensation. Around the base of her dick, she could see more dicks sprouting forth.
She desperately tried to swat at them, but it only caused them to become more excited. Her nipples started elongating and multiplying, and to her dread, she could see them transforming into even more dicks. She tried to scream, but suddenly her mouth felt full. Her tongue felt really weird. It was sticking out, and she couldn't close her mouth. It kept growing and growing, until she could see it. It too had taken the form of a dick. Sara let loose a barrage of muffles screams and her eyes had the look of pure terror.
Suddenly, a prison of crystal clear glass formed around her. The crowd gathered on the other side, watching, like she was an animal at the zoo. She wept uncontrollably, but despite her immeasurable distress, she started to cum.
First, her tears were replaced with semen. Then, her tongue/dick started going off, followed by her nipple dicks. Her secondary dicks followed, which were about two feet long each. Finally, her main monster cock started unleashing wave after wave of spooge. Sara was totally overwhelmed. As she was frantically looking around, she noticed that her enclosure was starting to flood.
As she thrashed about, her cum-matted hair kept slapping her n the face. Her tits jiggled wildly. The semen was already up to her knees, and she didn't feel the end anywhere in sight. She couldn't stop herself. Terror mixed with pleasure in an incredible way. The people outside kept on staring and laughing as the pool of jizz came up to her ass.
Sara frantically tried to call out for Katie, but her tongue/dick made it impossible. The semen filled up to her tits... her chin... until finally she was completely submerged. She couldn't breath, she couldn't see. All she could feel was terror, and the throbbing of all her cocks.
End Part One