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Chapter 5 by Cantalope Cantalope

Does she give in to the pleasure or fight it?

This isn't natural.

Slipping into the pants, you manage to stuff the hot rod inside with some difficult maneuvering. The process almost breaks your resistance several times and it's a relief when it's out of sight and you can flop onto your bed. It takes quite a while but eventually you're able to fall into a fitful sleep, unwelcome wet dreams blended seamlessly with nightmares keep you from the oblivion you crave.

In the morning you ache everywhere, literally, but the shadows have lost their harshness and the sun comes peeking in through your curtains. Much to your disappointment your newly acquired manhood was not a bad dream and it strains against your jeans, the fabric bulging obscenely down your leg. The sight is strangely arousing even as it is disturbing.

You giggle in spite of yourself, "I have the weirdest boner right now."

Clamping down on the fit of hysteria threatening to overcome you you carefully set about your morning routine, sans changing your pants. You just weren't ready to deal with what was inside them right now. As you munch on cereal you consider your options. You could go to the doctor but...damn that would be a lot of awkward questions. Maybe if you retraced your steps... yes! That's it! If you could find the old lady (crazy bitch) you could make her change you back.

You straighten, confidence building in sight of a new goal... and just as quickly slump back down at the prospect of seeing the old hag again. She'd looked completely harmless when you'd first seen her but... well, she knocked you out cold, dragged you across town to your apartment, and dumped you on the street. And then there was the dick... Maybe it's all some elaborate scheme? A really, really tactless joke?

Your wiggling thighs disproved that theory: they were unconsciously working your cock against the rough material of your jeans. Forcing yourself to stop (and wincing as your dick throbbed in protest), you finish your cereal and stand up. You have to make a decision now, before you lose your self control or something worse happens.

To the doctor? Search for the old lady? Maybe just look around for anything strange?

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