At the office

Jane was gone all morning, at some all-firm all-manager meeting that wasn’t even on-site. They’d rented out a hotel conference room. That had been the major topic of conversation last week, how damn dumb it was. As the analyst for the metrics division it was Jane’s task to go to the hotel conference room and present on the idiocy of the hotel conference room to the men who had selected the hotel conference room.

That was last week’s topic of conversation. Now no one said anything, and it was definitely about his dick. Every long silence was a pointed comment about his oversized penis. Even Clara’s outfit, a white blouse with periwinkle cuffs, was an accusingly virginal white. The girls flanked him, and each kept glancing at the shadow between his legs.

Cary was struggling. After each fire-hydrant gush of an orgasm he had the mental fortitude and simple insight of post-nut clarity. Something was obviously medically up with him. He’d reduced a doctor to a whimpering mess of hormones just by disrobing. Although his dick growth had slowed it was still changing in other, more subtle ways. He was certain there were new veins wrapping around it. And now that the doctor had pointed to it, in fact painted her face with it, his cum did seem odd. Like diluted white paint, not the usual pearly ooze. Porno cum.

Plus he apparently smelled, to women, very, very good. He just had to hope it was only close proximity that had an effect.

The post-orgasmic IQ boost was fleeting. Generally he was horny. It was definitely affecting how he looked at women. Cary was increasingly sure he needed to fuck a girl. Consequences be damned.

“So I went to the doctor,” he said.

“The penis doctor,” Evelyn said, straight-faced.

“Evelyn!” Clara said.

“You went to the doctor… about your penis,” Evelyn clarified.

“Right,” Cary said. “Good way to put it.”

“And…?” This was from Clara. While Evelyn had her interest written all across her face, Clara was trying to hide it. It wasn’t going well – she was already nibbling on the rubber end of a pencil, legs fidgeting.

“It doesn’t seem to be an emergency,” Cary said, slowly. Thinking about it, the Doctor hadn’t made any real diagnosis. She’d just stood there, breathing heavily, drenched with jizz. But he hadn’t been sent to the hospital. And the truth was… it didn’t feel bad, especially now that he was getting used to it.

It felt pretty good.

“Penis fairy,” Evelyn said, eyes wide. “I used to dream that the boobs fairy would visit me. Everyone else at my school got a visit. Meanwhile I was sixteen and could see my belly button no problem.”

“Evelyn, please,” Clara said, still scandalized.

But she hadn’t put the pencil away.

The girls were acting… off. But then, how should they be reacting? It was easiest to just absorb, to drink in their flushed cheeks, their frequent glances. There was no harm in it, Cary told himself. Nothing wrong with some flirting. It didn’t mean two women were getting the Dr. Beshy effect, voices low, turning into the horniest versions of themselves. And so what if they were?

“Oh, I have many gifts, my dear Clara, but I was not the product of a hundred generations of top-heavy european milkmaids. Like you. My people did not single-mindedly select for udders.”

The truth was, Clara’s well-endowed chest was unusually on display. The blouse had a number of buttons, but Cary didn’t recall this few getting set. She blushed so hard it reached her throat. “I’m glad you’re okay,” she managed, to Cary. “And if you need any help, let me know.”

There was a moment of awed silence.

“What, exactly, did you mean by that?” Cary said.

“What HELP?” Evelyn said, bug-eyed. “Geez, Clara, I mean— what? Really?”

Clara put her hands up, appalled. “No! I didn’t mean – I don’t know what I meant. If it’s that big maybe there’s some challenges that come along with it. Lightheadness. Trouble with zippers. I don’t know. I didn’t mean I was going to…” she was overly flustered. It reached a breaking point. “Just jack him off right here and now!”

Cary felt a sudden sense of – detachment. That same unreal sense as when the Doctor first licked her lips, first stroked his dick with the lightest of touches. He noticed things: both girls were breathing hard, fast. They had red cheeks, unfocused eyes…

“I’ll let you know,” he said. “He appreciates the thought. And he loves your blouse.” That was his dick talking. Cary would never have dared. Clara managed a weak smile, and toyed with the last buttoned button of her blouse. “It’s officially over twelve inches.”

“Twelve inches,” Evelyn said, quietly. “OVER twelve inches.”

“And it’s getting thicker, I think. It’s really something. I was going to give it some breathing room in the bathroom.” Had he said that? What was he implying? An impromptu threesome? Evelyn had a boyfriend, for starters. Clara was a friend, they both were.

The two girls shared a look.

He excused himself. In the men’s restroom Cary felt himself a King. He even had a throne, right behind him, made out of porcelain. Facing the mirror he inched down the top of his boxers, revealing first a strip of new curly hair, then the very start of his hog, and then more and more dick. Hefting it out was exhilarating. There was just so much of it. Cary easily silenced all the remaining doubts. The weight in his hands was comfortable and promising. It was so big. A man with a big dick commanded respect – it was at the heart of all human social relationships. Precum drooled off the tip.

It was easy to erase doubts. It would be completely fine for him to nail both girls. They’d enjoy it.

“Come on,” he told himself, and then splashed his face. Clara and Evelyn were friends. He knew when their birthdays were. He was in Evelyn’s book club, the only male to be so honored. They were more then pieces of pussy property. Maybe if he fucked just one, he could treat the other as a friend…

He paused. It had been like, five minutes. Where were his sluts? He’d as good as told them to come fuck him. And they’d said no?

It was challenging to get his dick back in his pants. Embarrassment kicked in again as he went grudgingly soft. Had he just told two adult women to show up in the bathroom to admire his dong? What had he been thinking? A bout of gigantism and an oversized prick didn’t make him special. The glassy eyes on the girls - he’d imagined that.

When he finally managed to get everything tucked away, and went outside, both girls were at their desks. They had wan, hollow faces, even looking down at their desks. Jane had returned and sat, calmly, with her back entirely straight.

“Cary, take a seat,” she said.

“I’ll stand,” Cary said. Sitting was challenging with his current wang.

Jane shrugged. “You’ve been laid off. As have the rest of us. We have two weeks to get our resumes straight.”

His dick shriveled as much as it could, which wasn’t much. “Really?” he croaked. He’d thought – what had just happened? ”And then what? After the two weeks?”

“Then we just…” Jane made a vague gesture with her hands. “I don’t know. Die.”