I Want A Bigger Dick

The words came out of Lois' mouth as her hand clasped on top of Maria's, holding the buzzing, burning bunny vibe in place.

"Uh..." Maria stammered. "That might be a little...dangerous. Never really gone past this point."

"You have now," Lois said with a bit of gloating satisfaction in her voice, watching her dick grow, millimeter by millimeter, the shaft wobbling hard and stiff. She was almost fascinated by the tower of flesh that had emerged—was emerging—from her own body. Strange new erotic possibilities swam through her mind.

Lois had seen strap-ons before, of course—on the internet, in adult stories, once up close while filming a piece on a local sex club—but she had never owned one, never worn one. The whole experience had seemed a little lacking to her. A pale substitute for the real thing. An artificial going-through-the-motions. She had seen transsexuals too...had watched them, late at night in her kitchen, staring at the figures on the laptop humping with strange urgency, one hand moving on its own between her legs as her wine grew warm and neglected in the glass...

She had wondered, in some of those moments, what it would be like. To stroke her own hard babymaker. To stand with the erect, pulsing rod before her, before some proffered orifice. To slide her meat into a warm, willing, tight hole... Lois would rub her clit, and wonder if it was the same sensation as rubbing the tip of a cock. Yet she didn't know. Would never know...the pleasures of a man. Yet now...

The towering pink cock was already larger than any Lois had ever accommodated. At least eight inches long, and growing thicker around, more and more slowly but inevitably pushing out, the thick flesh of the clitoral hood taut around the base. Lois could feel things in her body, focusing on that point. Her stomach growled, and she grinned at the terrible alchemy that must be taking place...cells rapidly being built and pushed out and up...

"I think that's enough," Maria said, with a carefully controlled voice. Yet the gentle tug of her arm did not dislodge Lois' hand. "What are you going to do with all of that, anyway?"

Lois smiled and shifted her hips, grinding slightly against Maria. "A little more." The reporter said. Her voice dropped into a kind of purr as she let her head fall back onto Maria's shoulder, and nuzzled her cheek. Lois' lips brushed Maria's ear. "I want it to be long enough for what I have planned."

Maria gulped, as the taut purple helmet of Lois' mighty organ reached about nine inches.

"What do you want to do with it?"