The Monster

We headed back to my place, my heart racing with a mix of excitement and nerves. I hadn’t expected the date to lead here, not tonight, but deep down, I’d been preparing for a moment like this for a while. I’d even spent weeks hunting for the right condoms—ones that wouldn’t slip off, which wasn’t easy to find given my usual size. The memory of that search brought a sudden, sharp headache, like a needle behind my eyes. God, something felt off, like a puzzle piece that didn’t fit. The feeling had been creeping up all day—when I’d excused myself at the restaurant this morning to escape to the bathroom, or when I was climbing that tree at the festival, or even earlier, waking up to those strange physical changes. My mind kept circling the thought, but I couldn’t pin it down, couldn’t make sense of the nagging suspicion that something was fundamentally wrong.

I didn't even try to hide the mess as I unlocked my apartment door. The lock stuck twice—it always did—and Beth pressed against my back while I fought with it, her breath warm on my neck.

"Problem?" she murmured.

"It's just—" The door finally gave. "There we go."

She followed me in, still wearing my jacket, and I watched her take in the disaster. Eleven months of living alone had destroyed any standards I'd once maintained.

"So," she said slowly, "this is what happens when girls abandon boys." She wandered to the bookshelf, running her fingers along the spines. "Oh my god. 'Crimson Kiss'? 'The Vampire's Bride'?" She pulled out a book. "Your roommate has interesting taste."

"That's Emma's stuff."

"Emma." Beth repeated the name thoughtfully. She moved toward the closed door at the end of the hall. "This her room?"

"Yeah, but—"

She tried the handle. It was locked. "Seriously?"

"She's... particular. She actually has cameras in there."

Beth turned slowly, eyes widening. "Cameras? Like, recording?"

"Yeah. Motion activated. She checks them from Prague apparently."

"Your roommate is surveilling her room from another country?" Beth walked back toward me, an odd expression on her face. "That's kind of intense."

"She had some bad experiences with previous roommates touching her things."

"Still." Beth glanced back at the door. "It's weird, right? Knowing they're in there. Recording. Even now."

"I guess I stopped thinking about it."

"But they're on? Like right now, there are cameras in there, saving footage?"

"Yeah, why?"

She shrugged, but there was something in her eyes. "It's just strange. This whole apartment, it's like she's still here. Watching." She picked up one of Emma's vampire novels from the coffee table. "Her books everywhere, her locked room, her cameras..."

"Does it bother you?"

"No, it's just..." She moved closer to me. "Doesn't it feel weird? Like we're not really alone?"

"We are alone."

"But her cameras—"

"Are in her locked room. Not out here."

Beth bit her lip, looking around the living room. "You sure? Someone that paranoid about her bedroom..."

"You think she has cameras out here?"

"I don't know." Her voice had dropped. "Maybe we should check."

I laughed. "You're being paranoid."

"Am I?" She was very close now. "Your roommate who reads vampire erotica and has surveillance in her room definitely doesn't have any cameras out here?"

"Beth—"

"I'm just saying," she continued, her fingers playing with my collar, "if I was in Prague for a year, and I was that protective of my space..." She glanced around meaningfully. "I'd want to know what was happening in my apartment."

"You're trying to freak me out."

"Is it working?" She was pressed against me now, having to tilt her head back to look up at me.

"Why would you want to freak me out?"

"I don't know." Her hands slid up my chest. "Maybe I think it's interesting. The idea that someone could be watching. That your vampire roommate could log in from Prague right now and see us here, in her space, with her books around us..."

"Beth—"

"What? Does that bother you?" Her smile was dangerous. "The thought of Emma checking her footage later, seeing that you finally had someone over after five months?"

"She doesn't have cameras out here."

"You sure?" She pulled me down by my shirt. "Completely sure?"

"I—"

"Because if she does," Beth whispered against my mouth, "she's about to see something interesting."

She kissed me then, hard and purposeful, and when she pulled back, her eyes were dark. "Your room. Now."

"What happened to being worried about cameras?"

"I'm not worried." She pulled me toward the hallway. "Maybe I don't care if Emma knows you had someone here. Maybe I want her to know."

"You want my roommate to know?"

She stopped at my bedroom door, looking back at me. "When she comes back from Prague, checks her apartment, finds out you had a girl here..." She opened my door, pulling me inside. "Yeah. I kind of like that."

"You're insane."

"Maybe." She pushed me toward the bed. "Or maybe I just think it's funny that your vampire-obsessed roommate with her surveillance paranoia is going to come home to find out her good little roommate who was too scared to throw out her smoothie finally did something interesting."

"This is about the smoothie?"

"No." She climbed onto my lap. "This is about the fact that for eleven months you've been living like she's still here. Like she's watching. Well..." She glanced toward the door, toward Emma's room down the hall. "Maybe she is. And maybe I don't care."

She kissed me again, and when she pulled back, her smile was wicked. "In fact, maybe I hope those cameras pick up audio too."

"Beth—"

"What? You going to stop?" Her hands were in my hair now. "Because of your roommate who abandoned you for almost a year?"

"No, but—"

"Good." She pulled me down onto the bed. "Because I'm not letting Emma's ghost ruin this. Cameras or no cameras."

The thought of Emma's locked room down the hall, cameras recording nothing but her empty space while we were here in mine, added a strange electricity to everything. Beth seemed to feel it too, her eyes bright with something between defiance and excitement.

"Still worried?" she asked against my mouth.

"No."

"Good." She pulled me closer. "Because I plan to give your roommate something to think about when she gets back from Prague."

We kissed with a fierce intensity, our lips crashing together, breaths mingling in a heated rush. Beth pulled back first, her lips flushed and slightly parted, her dark eyes searching mine with a mix of mischief and desire. I hesitated, my mind scrambling to figure out how to take charge—I barely knew what I was doing, every nerve in my body buzzing with nervous energy.

"Okay, um," she said, her voice low and teasing, a playful smirk tugging at her lips. "How about you undress me? If you’re up for it, Hans." Her tone was daring, almost challenging me to step up.

"Yeah, sure," I managed, my voice cracking as my trembling hands reached for her anime-themed crop top. I lifted it over her head, revealing her bare torso, no bra in sight—she didn’t need one. Her small breasts were capped with strikingly large, puffy nipples, the dark areolas taking up nearly all the space, stark against her pale skin. Those nipples stood out, stiff and prominent, each one about the size of my pinky fingertip, begging for attention.

She caught me staring and grinned, pushing me back onto the bed with a surprising burst of strength. Her hands were quick, tugging at my pants with a boldness that made my head spin. My erection was already straining, the swollen head of my penis peeking out over the waistband of my boxers, impossibly large and impossible to hide.

"Oh, wow," Beth breathed, her eyes widening as she froze for a moment, taking it in. Her expression flickered between shock and curiosity, like she was trying to decide what to do with this unexpected situation.

Before I could overthink it, I gently pulled her onto the bed beside me, our bodies sliding under the cool sheets. The fabric draped over us, but her puffy nipples pressed against the thin cotton, their outlines tantalizingly visible as the sheet clung to her skin. I couldn’t stop staring, and she noticed, arching her back slightly to make them even more prominent, a teasing glint in her eyes.

We lay there for a moment, her on her back, me propped on one elbow, the air between us electric. I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers in a softer kiss this time, slow and deliberate, savoring the warmth of her mouth. She sighed into it, her hands finding my shoulders, pulling me closer. I trailed kisses down her jaw, her neck, tasting the faint salt of her skin, her pulse quickening under my lips. When I reached her collarbone, I paused, glancing at her to check if this was okay. Her half-lidded eyes and the way she bit her lip told me everything I needed to know.

My lips found her chest, kissing gently around the swell of her small breasts, circling closer to one of those puffy nipples. . The sheet had slipped down slightly, exposing them fully now, and I couldn’t resist. I kissed one softly, my lips grazing the sensitive peak, and she gasped, her fingers tightening in my hair. They where unusual huge now. Like I would like a finger. I lingered there, letting my tongue flick lightly against it, then took it gently into my mouth, rolling it with care. Her breath hitched, her body arching up to meet me, a soft moan escaping her lips. My hand found her other nipple, fingers brushing over it, teasing it to an even harder point as I alternated between gentle kisses and light, deliberate touches.

Beth’s breathing grew ragged, her hands clutching the sheets as she squirmed beneath me. I kept my touches soft, unhurried, letting her reactions guide me—her quiet gasps, the way her thighs pressed together, the subtle tremble in her legs. I moved to her other nipple, giving it the same slow, attentive kisses, my fingers trailing down her side, brushing the curve of her hip under the sheet. Her skin was warm, flushed, and her movements became more restless, her moans softer but deeper, like she was lost in the sensation.

I pulled back to look at her, her face flushed, eyes closed, lips parted as she breathed heavily. The sheet had fallen to her waist now, her chest rising and falling rapidly, those puffy nipples still glistening faintly from my kisses. I slid my hand lower, resting it on her thigh, and she opened her eyes, giving me a look that was both shy and burning with want.

She reached for my boxers again, her fingers brushing against the exposed head of my penis, which was still straining, bigger than it had any right to be. "Oh god," she murmured, her voice a mix of awe and amusement. She paused, then tugged my boxers down further, her eyes locked on mine as she assessed the situation. I fumbled toward the nightstand, grabbing a condom from the drawer, my heart pounding as I tore open the red slim-fit packaging. A sudden headache hit me, sharp and disorienting, but I pushed through it.

I tried to roll the condom on, but it was hopeless. My erection was massive—30 centimeters, fully engorged, and throbbing like it had a mind of its own. The condom wouldn’t stretch over it. My mind raced, a sudden clarity cutting through the haze. This wasn’t right. I’d always been much smaller—12 cm, small enough that I’d had to hunt for these slim-fit condoms because regular ones slipped off.

Then I remembered

This had to be tied to that book, to that hypnosis book. There standing more then I remembered. Some text... Has the book itself hypnotised me. Was I imagining this? Or was it real? I tried again with the condom, but it was like wrestling with an impossible puzzle.

A bead of pre-cum slid down my shaft, and Beth’s eyes followed it. "Oh god, wow," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I… uh, I can take the morning-after pill, it’s okay," she added quickly, sensing my frustration.

My heart was hammering. This was insane—a hypnosis book had given me this monstrous cock? What the hell was going on? I didn’t know what else to do, so I took myself in both hands, guiding the swollen head to glide over her pussy. She was dripping wet, her body responding instantly as she moaned, loud and unrestrained, her hips lifting to meet me. But penetration was out of the question—I was way too big. I pressed gently, managing to ease just half the head inside before it was too much. Her eyes fluttered shut, her breath coming in short, **** gasps, her body trembling under the sheets.

My mind flashed to Ellie, to last night when I’d hypnotized her, how she’d melted into that trance, her body reacting with raw intensity. The memory made me dizzy, the room spinning as I tried to process what was happening to me. Beth’s moans grew softer, more urgent, her hands gripping my arms as her body tensed, then shuddered, her breath catching in a series of quiet, broken gasps. Her thighs quivered, her toes curling against the mattress, and she went limp beneath me, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.

"Sorry, oh god, sorry," I stammered, pulling back, my head swimming with confusion. "I can’t—I can’t do this right now."