Chapter 2 - Unexpected

Lucas and Olivia's love was the kind that transcended ordinary affection; they were two souls intertwined, devoted to each other in every way. So, when she came home not feeling well, Lucas started to worry, but there wasn't much they could do. Olivia didn't have any real symptoms; she was just kind of achy and tired.

But after dinner, Olivia said she was feeling better. They thought it was a bug, like a little stomach bug, maybe something she ate at lunch. They decided to go on a walk around the neighborhood. Then they came home and had a glass of whiskey and talked and laughed. Eventually, they started making out and then had sex.

I'm telling you all of this because it's pertinent, it's important. I marked Olivia without knowing she was married, without understanding the intricate web I was weaving. I may be a little monster in my ways, but I never intended to be a homewrecker, not like this. I mean, I've played the homewrecker before, but that was a different time, a different me, before I found something like a family.

So, those two had sex like normal and then did the normal grown-up, gotta work in the morning thing, turn off the lights and go to sleep. Everything was great. Olivia was feeling better. They had a wonderful evening together. And then it hit her.

Lucas says it was like two thirty in the morning when Olivia woke him up. I can't imagine what those two must have looked like.

Olivia woke up. Lucas felt her move in the bed beside him, but he decided to try and go back to sleep, but after a couple of minutes, Olivia put her hand on his shoulder and started to shake him.

"Luc? Lucas? Oh my god. Is this real?" Olivia's voice got higher and higher.

Lucas rolled over and looked up at his wife but as soon as he saw her face, his blood ran cold. She was staring down at her lap, her eyes as wide as dinner plates, and her mouth slightly agape.

"What is it?" Lucas sat up as fast as he could.

"That." Olivia pointed but her facial expression didn't change.

Lucas looked down to find a flaccid penis where his wife's feminine softness should have been, a surreal and unsettling sight. His stomach felt like it was falling through the floor, and his mind struggled to comprehend the impossible transformation before him.

His stomach felt like someone had just punched him. But there were his wife’s thighs, smooth and trim. And there was her dick. Lucas shook his head and blinked again, his mind struggling to comprehend the reality before him. “What happened?”

“What happened?” Olivia looked at him, her eyes wide with terror, and then back down at the three or four inches of soft tissue. "I just woke up and found..." She reached between her thighs and tugged on it, like she wasn’t sure it was attached. The flesh stretched and then sprung back when she let go.

“Do you still have…?”

Olivia picked up her cock, and below it was the usual, swollen peach they were used to. “Okay.” Olivia turned the flesh over and examined it in earnest. “What the fuck?”

Lucas sat back, his mind reeling. It didn’t make any sense. No one grows a dick later in life? The absurdity of the situation was matched only by the terror in his wife's eyes. He felt a cold chill run down his spine as he realized that this was not a dream or a joke. This was real.

“What the...what am I…?” Olivia went from shock to horror in the time it takes me to get my bra off. She started crying, sobbing. “What the fuck, Lucas? What the fuck is this?” She reached between her legs and tugged on it again, pulled it as far as she could before it became painful, and then just a tiny bit further. The flesh went from cream-colored to pink as she stretched it.

“I don’t know,” Lucas cuddled up closer to his wife, worried, and afraid, and just a little fascinated which, I am pretty sure, surprised him. His mind was racing, trying to find a logical explanation, but coming up empty.

“I’ve got to call the hospital,” Olivia looked around for her cell phone, her hands trembling. “No, we’ve got to go to the hospital.”

“Right now?”

Olivia turned on Lucas like a cornered animal. “What?! Of course, right now!” She screamed. “Do you see this?” She reached down and grabbed her new appendage. “Look at this!”

But Olivia’s cock was a little larger this time. All the attention, the pulling and tugging and curiosity had served a purpose. “Fuck!”

Lucas stared at it. It was already larger than his by about half an inch in length and girth, but it was still flaccid. His heart was pounding in his chest, and he felt a strange mixture of fear, curiosity, and disbelief.

And then they just sort of stood there, you know, like watching it.

Olivia wiped the back of her hand across her cheek, her face pale and drawn. “Why do I have a dick?” She stared down at it like it could answer the question. Her voice was filled with confusion and despair.

“I don’t know,” Lucas said softly, his voice breaking. “Do you want to go to the hospital?”

Olivia sat down on the edge of the bed next to Lucas, her body trembling. “Yes,” she put a hand on his and squeezed. “Your wife has a dick.”

Lucas watched as Olivia went to her dresser. It was strange. Not only was she sporting a cock, but she also seemed a little taller, just a little bit, and maybe stronger, thicker? He couldn’t really put a finger on the difference, but he could see it. She had changed, even if only slightly. The woman he had married seemed to have transformed before his very eyes.

They got dressed, their movements mechanical and slow, both of them still in shock. Lucas was just about to grab his car keys when Olivia shook her head. “I have to pee.” She ran back down the hall, her footsteps echoing in the empty house.

Lucas stood in the doorway and thought about what was happening. Because that’s the kind of guy Lucas is. He’s a thinker. The kind of guy who thinks before he says anything. A quiet guy you wouldn’t even notice at a party. But now, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts and emotions, none of them making any sense.

And he said he just kind of stood there in the doorway trying to imagine what his life was going to be like if Olivia stayed that way. Until she screamed, and he went running into the bathroom.

“It’s gone!” Olivia laughed, a hysterical edge to her voice. “Look! No dick!” She turned with her jeans around her ankles. And sure enough, her cock was gone.

Lucas dropped to one knee and looked at the lovely peach of a pussy he was used to. She was right. There was no trace of the penis, it was like it had never happened, like it had simply disappeared. “Maybe we were dreaming?” He said the words without thinking, his voice filled with hope.

“No, it was there,” she reached down and ran her fingers around and through her pussy, her face filled with wonder and disbelief. “What the fuck happened to it?”

“You sound like you want it back?” Lucas gave her a mischievous grin, trying to lighten the mood.

“No, but that was fucked up, right?” Olivia stepped out of her jeans, her eyes still wide with shock. “Fuck, it’s four in the morning.”

“Let’s go back to bed,” Lucas took his wife’s hand, and they wandered back down the hall, leaving behind a night that would forever remain etched in their memories, a mystery that defied explanation.

As they lay in bed, neither of them able to sleep, they held each other tightly, both of them knowing that something inexplicable had happened. Something that had changed them both, something that they could never forget or fully understand.