Revelations

I dreamt of a jungle, vast and green.

Amongst this vast all encompassing tangle of overhanging trees and strangling vines stood a single stone monument that was defiant against the flora. It was a pyramid, but nothing like the ones in Cairo, no this was cruder, blunter. There was something primal and ancient about this pyramid. Many steps led to it's peak, where a gathering of nude figures stood around an alter.

Laying on the alter was a woman covered in a sheen of sweat that made her olive skin glisten, her prodigious breasts heaving desperately with each and every moan of passion she made.

Looking down, I grew conscious of myself in the dream, currently fucking this woman in a frenzy. Things were a blur, but I felt the pleasure rising within myself with each thrust, with each moan that escaped the woman's mouth. And suddenly I came, releasing buckets of cum deep into this hungry pussy until it overflowed and leaked out onto the stone alter beneath us.

But then something happened. The woman's stomach began to expand, her tits began to grow heavy and full with leaking milk. It had been moments, but this woman beneath me was suddenly very pregnant.

I looked around and saw that I was surrounded by several other women all in the same state of late pregnancy, all them masturbating to the sight of me and my monstrous cock. There was a chanting too, something in a language I couldn't remotely decipher.

A hand began to caress me and when I looked down I saw that the woman I had just fucked, the woman whom I had made pregnant...was Barbara. Locking her legs around me she pulled me in close, my cock trapped in her greedy cunt. She whispered, breathlessly into my ear.

"Breed me..."

I woke with a start at that, sweat-soaked and my heart racing. Fear gripped me for a horrible moment, but then I released I was at home, in my bedroom and judging the childish laughter from down the hall, that it was morning.

A sigh of frustration escaped my lips and I lay back down in my sweat soaked bed, staring at the ceiling for a few minutes and trying to gather myself. Bad dreams and and healthy dose of guilt were a shit combination first thing in the morning.Eventually I found the strength to ease my way out of bed and lumber off to the shower.

The warm water was a godsend and for a little while I could pretend that all was right in the world. It didn't last long though. I had only to look at the bathroom floor to remember Barbara on her knees felating me. I had only to look down and see my new and improved cock, which even now twitched occasionally as the odd sexual thought crossed my mind. Something was changing in me, that much was obvious, but I couldn't let it control me. I had fucked up once, but all I could do now was keep moving forward and try to do better.

Jessica was had served up toast for the kids and was in the process of making bacon and eggs when I came downstairs. She smiled in that cute way of hers when she saw me, a tiny gesture that did everything to endear me to her. We'd been together eight years and married for five, yet we were still able to take joy in the sight of each other.

I greeted her with a full mouth kiss that took her by surprise and got a happy giggle out of the kids. She melted into me, her tongue dancing with mine, but reluctantly pulled away before we could get too hot and heavy.

"I'm gonna burn the food," she chastised lightly, blushing as she turned back to the frying pan. I wrapped my arms around her and sat my chin on her shoulder, getting a hum of approval out of her. "You're in a good mood this morning."

"I just wanted to take a moment to bask in your beauty," I said, adopting a pseudo-Shakespearean accent, "my wife is truly the fairest in the land."

Jess snickered at that. "I bet you say that all the women who make you breakfast."

"You wound me my lady," there was no helping the chuckle that escaped my lips though and I stood there in content silence holding my wife feeling good about life as she leaned back into my embrace. "What's on the agenda today babe?"

She sighed a little. "Drop Rachel at school, take Sam to get a check up, lunch with Emma," she ran things through her head for another moment, "and I want to try and get some exercise in today if I can. Maybe strap Sam up and go for a walk."

"Sounds like a solid plan," I took a plate of bacon and eggs from her and sat down at the table next to Rachel, chewing away at my bacon. "And I'm glad that you're getting along with Emma. She seemed really nice last night."

"She's a lot of fun," Jess agreed. "And I think you'll like Tom if you give him a chance. They're both really good people."

I nodded absently. "I'll have to take him up on that tennis thing he talked about."

"They're having a barbecue this Friday,"

She was stating a fact, but the way she said it was an unspoken question. Jess got like this sometimes, like she was scared to outright ask me for something. A result of my in-laws being mostly shitty in their child rearing and not permitting their kids a damn thing.

"I think we can swing that," I drank from my coffee, "they're right next door so it's no trouble."

We continued on like that, eating our breakfast and keep each other appraised of our plans until the clock ticked on and I knew I had to be off to work. It was only after I had kiss the family goodbye and gotten into my car that I realised just how at a loss I was for what to do with work.

The museum thing...well, what could I do? I couldn't rightly explain that I had touched a glowing skull that had given me a magical cock. Even I wasn't entirely sure that it wasn't all just the side effects of some horrid cerebral event. I was still mulling on the potential excuses I would have to make to explain where my day went yesterday when I pulled up at the office building.

Upon entering I was greeted by the receptionist whose name I hadn't yet learned, only this time her welcome was perkier, her smile more genuine. "Mr Taylor, good to see you this morning!"

"Please, just call me Ben," I tried a modest smile as I leaned against her desk, "and I feel like a dumbass, I didn't get your name."

There was a light blush across her cheeks. "Oh, sorry I didn't even think yesterday," she held out her finely manicured hand, "I'm Beth,"

I took it gladly, "Well Beth, I'm very glad to make your acquaintance."

Taking in the sight of her, she was a pretty girl who obviously went to great lengths to take care of herself. I could feel a twitch of desire as I took her in and though it might have just been my imagination, I thought I could see an inkling of attraction as she looked at me. Looking at those full lips of hers quirked in a smile, I wondered what they'd feel like wrapped around my dick.

Ok, that's enough. You can look, you can imagine, but you cannot act on it. I shook my head of these distracting and dangerous thoughts and bid Beth goodbye as I went on through.

I offered a morning greeting to Sarah and Meagan, though only received a squeak from the former and a robotic "morning" from the latter. Instinctively my eyes went to Dana's desk. Still empty. I wondered if I would meet her at all during my first week.

"Wha?"

The words escaped my mouth without any thought as I took in the sight before me. Sitting at my desk, in my chair, casually looking through my things, was a strange man. He was plump going to fat and the old side of middle aged. Faded hair that was more grey than brown, with a flushed red face. His eyes, hidden behind a large pair of glasses, narrowed with delight when they came upon me.

"Mr Taylor!" It would have been a shout if it hadn't been strangled by bad lungs. "So good to finally meet you!"

"I'm sorry...do I know you?"

"My name is Mathers," he wheezed, reaching out with a fleshy hand to shake mine. "I'm the head of the local historical association. I work with the mayor on occasion regarding matters of historical or cultural significance to this fair town. And you are Mr Ben Taylor, newest writer for the Lewdington Times, employee of Mary Higston and by association an employee of the Higston family, of whom I am a close family friend."

He stopped and looked up at me, the barest hint of a smile on his round face.

"And, you are the person who is responsible for the disappearance of my newest exhibit piece."

I froze. How did he know it was me? When I went into that dusty old place it was completely empty. Fuck. He must have had cameras set up to watch the place. Jesus, if that thing was valuable in any real way I was utterly screwed.

Mathers leaned forward, my chair creaking under his weight. "So, have the dreams started yet?"

"What?"

"Don't play dumb with me Mr Taylor," he said, "I know you touched the crystal and now it's blessing is upon your person. Dreams, visions and uncontrollable urges are to be expected. Even from here I can see that anaconda hiding in your trousers."

I looked about, hoping that no one was watching. Mary's office door was still closed, while Sarah was trying her best to hide in her work whilst Meagan might as well have been a piece of furniture.

"Look if that thing was valuable..."

"It's financial value doesn't concern me. Hell, I'm not even too concerned about having to find a new piece for the exhibit last minute," he held up a stack of papers, "here are the notes from our nonexistent interview by the way, you can thank me later."

"If you don't want money," I swallowed uneasily, "then what exactly do you want from me?"

He shifted his weight, causing my beloved chair to creak and groan under the strain. "You don't have anything I want," he slapped the papers down,"I'm just here to give you a fair warning about what you're dealing with."

"And what am I dealing with then?"

Mathers showed his teeth. "That crystal goes back to ancient Babylon and it was used in rare rituals to a pagan fertility god whose name has mostly been lost to history," he drummed his fleshy fingers on my desk, "legends can be vague and conflicting, but what I could piece together...you're in the process of transforming into a walking aphrodisiac."

"A pagan sex god...." I blinked in confusion and mounting outrage. "Look, if this is all some prank you guys can get fu-

The older man silenced me with a look. "No, Mr Taylor I think you should listen to all of it," Mathers frowned, a bead of sweat forming on his brow. "You might think this is crazy, but I have spent over half my life investigating the occult and the arcane. I have seen many things that have frightened me, but that crystal was on another level. What you're experiencing, it will only escalate."

"There, you have my warning ," He waddled out from behind my desk and approached me. Reached into his pocket and produced a card that he slapped onto my desk. "I've learnt well enough to keep to purely an academic and observational capacity when it comes to the occult, but if you feel things get beyond your control give me a call and....we'll, no promises, but I'll try to do something."

I stared at him and the card on my desk. Maybe this was a prank, but this old guy seemed awfully committed to what he was saying. Might as well play along with it for now.

"Right now, the only thing that's happened to me is a weird headache and I've gotten a bigger dick," I tried my best to grin, to appear absolutely confident, but it was a shallow thing. "Nothing to complain about."

Mathers searched my face for something but eventually looked away dissatisfied. He stopped by my side and his voice dropped, "just remember...it was a blessing to the Babylonians, but it can easily become a curse as well."