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Chapter One: Exploration

I ran into my room barely holding back tears, burying myself into my bed. How can life be this unfair? I just got home from shopping with my family, a horrific ordeal when you can never find clothes that fit. I didn’t let them see how upset I was, no need to make them worry about me, they catch me crying too often as it is, which is almost a daily occurrence.

My body is like something out of the circus and I hated it, why couldn’t I be normal? My proportions were all wrong: I’m 13 ½ years old, with a 4’11 body. So I’m short, and probably as tall as I’m going to get, based on my mom. My frame is like I never went through puberty, probably about 90 lbs before other factors are considered. My arms and legs are thin, but well-shaped. I have a faint six-pack, but my waist is pretty small, most tall guys could probably put their hands all the way around it.

For some reason, I had gotten a small pouch at the bottom of my stomach, I guess I need to watch what I eat. You would think that a girl my size would have no ass, no hips and A cup tits? On the contrary, my ass sticks way out, and I consider it my best feature,… if only I could show it off more (I’ll get back to that). Hips… no real complaint there either, at least I have some, I guess they match my frame. I'm pretty white, I wished I had spent more of the summer getting a good tan.

That leaves my tits. My bra size is 30G. Wrap your head around that. I have a k**s chest with porn star boobs. I guess it’s because I’m still young, but they stick out more than lay down. Which makes them jiggle incessantly. Luckily I finally got a tailor-made bra that actually controls them, instead of letting them bounce around like fighting pigs. My mom had really small boobs, so I’m still kinda wondering where I got them from. The doctor says it’s a hormonal imbalance caused by my other problem.

Yeah, big problem. I can’t wait until I’m 18 and I can have it removed. The doctors say that removing my penis now is premature and I have to wait. I think that it finally quit growing in the last couple weeks, thankfully. It was only about an inch long until last Christmas, then it started growing. Fast. It completely grosses me out, and I can’t stand touching it. I still pee sitting down, and only touch it to wash it in the shower, or place it the right way in my underwear.

It’s only gotten hard a few times, but that’s enough for me. I usually just take a cold shower, or read a boring book until it goes away. Last week, out of curiosity, I decided to measure it… I wish I hadn’t. Without touching it, I put the ruler alongside it and nearly fainted. I looked real hard and I still couldn’t tell you which was longer. I also checked the width, 2. 5 inches. Great, I remember thinking, I have a cock that is a little more than one-fifth my height.

At least my pussy is normal. My lips are small, but that’s okay, because so am I. While I think puberty is just about over for me, I haven’t gotten a period yet. The docs say it is because of my weird hormones, and I’ll have to wait until I’m older to see what’s up.

As you can see, clothes are a constant problem for me. My favorite asset, my ass, I can’t show off in tight clothes because that would outline my dick. I know when I’m older, I won’t mind showing off my boobs more, but for now, I’m only 13 – I get picked on by other girls for their size, ogled at by older men, and teenage boys won’t look me in the face. So for now, they get covered up. The worst thing is sizes, I have a 90 lb body, so I have to shop in the k**s section if I want stuff that fits my frame, but because of my ass and tits, none of those fit without being obscene. So I just settle for loose and baggy clothing. At least it makes me generally unnoticed in public.

Hearing my step-mom call out goodbye, I decided to get out of bed, change, and clean up. I rarely bother with makeup, so I just wiped my eyes clean and decided on some clothes for the evening. I had the house to myself, as my brother and sister were out with friends and my step-mom was about to leave to go visit her family on the other side of town for the weekend.

I took off my long skirt, over-sized t-shirt, minimizer bra, and tighty-whitey’s and looked again in the mirror. Actually, all my complaining about clothing aside, I had a great body – minus the penis. I grimaced as I touched it to tuck it behind my legs and looked at my reflection as a normal looking girl for once. Now the only problem was the bowling balls on my chest. I could live with that at least. I could always get a reduction later in life. My face still looked like a p*****n girl, but was starting to look a little older. My eyes are my dominant feature here, big and brown, and outlined by long eyelashes. My nose and mouth were small, but cute.

I looked around, put on a sports bra and sweatpants. Wiping my eyes one last time, I put my mid-back length auburn hair in a pony tail and went downstairs.

Friday night, seven o’clock. What to do? I made myself a frozen dinner and channel surfed for a while. Soon I came across an older movie that had just started, Color of Night with Bruce Willis. Putting the remote down, I reclined on the sofa and started getting into the movie.

While the story was pretty obvious, I got a chuckle out of the female lead playing a boy and girl, I could probably get away with it better than her. She kinda looked like an older version of me in the face. I started to imagine that I was her in the movie and let my mind wonder during the umpteenth sex scene in the movie.

I was thinking about letting Bruce have his way with me, gently teasing my nipples through my bra, and I noticed ‘it’ was growing. I was getting pretty horny, I guess it was horniness, this was my first time this worked up. I still didn’t want anything to do with it, but I wanted to explore my girl side. I just ignored the now solid penis tenting my sweatpants almost to my knees and instead took my bra off.

I started out easy, just gently teasing my nipples and sending goosebumps all along my breasts. Soon I was massaging them, and before I knew it I was practically mauling them. My nerves were sending out pleasure all over my body. Maybe I was wrong about my tits, I couldn’t let these feelings be removed. My small nipples were as hard as bullets and every time my fingers moved over them I shuddered with pleasure. My moans were matching the ones on the television.

My body was trembling now, and I noticed I had two wet spots in my sweatpants. One, disgustingly was at the tip of the tent in my pants where my dick ended. The other was in my crotch. I didn’t want to ruin my sweats, so I pulled them off, making my dick slap up against my belly with a loud thud, sending another wave of pleasure through me. Even though I was laid flat, the head was poking at the bottom of my breasts.

Ignoring my gross deformity, I used one hand to keep massaging my breasts, and used the other to explore my pussy. Running my fingers along the drenched lips, my eyes involuntarily rolled into my head. I slipped one finger in and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. Being a girl was awesome, I didn’t know I could feel so good. I added a second finger in, but that was it. I was so tight, I had to really press to get the second digit in.

I built up speed, finger-fucking myself faster and faster. I could hear the sound of my juices being forced out of my pussy and running down my ass-crack. I really started moving around trying to force more of my fingers in, my hips uncontrollably thrusting up at my hand. The head of my dick was covered in juices (later I found out was called pre-cum) and was bouncing all around my stomach and hitting the bottom of my tits.

I felt the pleasure building and I never wanted it to stop. All of a sudden, my body froze and I felt like I exploded. My cunt cramped down on my fingers so hard it I couldn’t move them. My vision left me for a few seconds as I felt wave after wave of pleasure wash over me. The seizure in my muscles loosened and I felt my dick start to spasm. My hips were in time with the spasms and I felt like I was trying to piss repeatedly and uncontrollably. I felt something large shoot its way up my dick, adding another wave to my first orgasm. I tried to open my eyes, but they were clamped shut from the orgasm.

I felt a thick warm liquid hit my chin hard and immediately another surge came from the base of my dick. It hit my chin, then another, and another. I was hit in the chin with a full 6 blasts before the 7th just exploded all over my boobs with less force. My whole body was twitching now, with random aftershocks of the orgasm. My dick added a few more lighter and lighter burst until cum just dribbled out for a few more seconds. I laid there in shock and an afterglow for a couple of minutes before looking around.

Still shaking from my first orgasm, I looked down. My huge tits were covered in cum, I couldn’t see any skin. I finally pulled my hand away from my pussy, and felt that my neck and shoulders were the same way. I panicked, not wanting to ruin the couch, and ran to the bathroom. My legs were still weak from the orgasm and I could feel cum dripping off my chest as my tits wobbled and my dick leaked some more as it slapped against my lower thighs. Looking in the mirror, I looked like a whore. The thick cum was slowly dripping down me, and off my boobs. I used a towel to wipe as much off as I could. That towel was now drenched in musty cum, I grabbed another and ran back to the living room.

My body must have caught most of it, but there was still a fair amount on the couch. I wiped it up. Luckily it was so thick, it didn’t have a chance to soak in. I threw both towels in the washing machine, turned it on, and ran back to the shower.

Washing myself off, I began to ponder the events of the last hour. I loved the masturbation and orgasm. It felt great to be a woman and I wanted to enjoy that feeling over and over. I got really giddy just thinking about it. I just had to figure out a way to ignore the horse cock jutting from me, and control the cum that came out of it. Ironically the cum itself didn’t bother me that much, I guess I figured that I would have to get use to it anyway if I was going to be with men when I was older after a certain surgery.

I dried off and looked in the mirror again. My body was still a little flushed, but my cock had returned to its normal state of about 6 inches and soft. Looking closer I noticed that the small pouch at the bottom of my stomach was gone. I guess that’s were all the cum came from. Hmmm, interesting.

Getting an idea, I snuck into my brother’s bedroom and looked around in his bedside drawers. I found a packet of condoms and took one. Next, I grabbed his laptop and some large body pillows. I put all this on my bed and got another idea. I returned to the dining room and found a candle, about one inch thick and eight inches long.

I turned on the laptop, and arranged it and the pillows so I could lay on my stomach to play on the computer, but the pillows kept my up enough so my ass was in the air and my boobs weren’t being smashed. I pulled up some of my brother’s porn that wasn’t well hidden and started watching. I was getting so engrossed in the movie that I didn’t even notice how worked up I was getting until I felt some of my juices rung down my thigh. I grabbed the condom and tried to work it on my dick. Unfortunately, it was too big and kept bobbing around. I took a deep breath and grabbed it with one hand, my small fingers just getting a little over halfway around it. I used the other hand to work the condom over the head. I finally stretched it enough and it rolled over the peach-sized tip, and the condom snapped into place behind the head. I couldn’t bring myself to roll it the rest of the way down the shaft, plus, it was such a tight fit, I wanted the sperm to have somewhere to go. It was enough that I had to hold it that long… I ignored the sensations coming from it.

I laid back down, pinning the cock against my stomach. I reached back and starting to lightly finger myself again. After a few minutes of getting nice and worked up, I grabbed the candle and started to rub it around my entrance. My juices immediately covered it and I pushed hard to get it in. I load moan escaped my lips as the first inch and a half slipped in. I started to work it in and out, bringing both waves of pleasure and more moans. God, I was worked up, and I couldn’t believe how good this felt. Obviously my body was built to be fucked.

I soon pushed the candle in another inch and felt my hymen. Without caring, I was too horny to think, I shoved it back. With a yelp I felt it tear. I relaxed for a few seconds to let the pain disappear, and resumed fucking myself with the candle. Panting heavily and covered in a light sheen of sweat, I realized that I had most of the 8 inches in and was reaching my cervix. The second it hit my back wall, I starting convulsing in orgasm. Like the last one, my body froze up as I saw stars. God, I never wanted this to end. I could hear a load moan before I realized it was me. After waves of orgasm washed over me, I felt the seizure starting in my cock again. My cockhead felt like it was going to explode, but only the condom stopped it. I laid there spasming and felt gush after gush of cum race down my cock. After it ended, I sat up and looked down, while not as much as earlier, the condom was full of cum. It looked like a water balloon at the end of my dick.

I started to get out of bed to go to the bathroom, and my legs were so weak, I fell over. The impact was too much for the condom and it exploded on the wooden floor. I finally made it to the bathroom and returned with rolls of tissue. After everything was cleaned up I realized that I needed another plan if I was to keep exploring my femininity. I wondered if they made condoms in larger sizes, and if so, how could I get some. Until then, I guess, the only thing I can do is finger myself in the shower or bath. Or do it somewhere that I could clean up better.

After all the evidence was gone, I laid in bed happy in the fact that I could still feel like a girl. Masturbating was fun, and I intended to do it as much as possible.

Chapter 2: Keeping Under Control

Hi again, sorry its been a while, I’ve been busy for the couple months since my first orgasm. I guess I’ve gotten carried away!

I realize that I haven’t told you anything about myself, besides my whining about my body.

My name is KC (pronounced Kaci), it’s short for Kristen Cynthia. I didn’t really like either name, but the initials work well.

I’m 13 and a half, and just started the 9th grade. Yeah, do the math, I skipped a grade in elementary. I’ve been told I get my smarts from my parents, real parents that is.

Okay, here is the story with them. They were both geneticist, and were convicted right after my birth with weird experiments, cloning and the like. I’m pretty sure they had something to do with my extra body part. My real mom is still in jail/nut house (she went crazy from being locked up – or maybe she was anyway), and my dad died from a heart attack in prison. I was sent to live with his brother, his new wife and her family. Well, he died in a car crash several years ago, and that left me with his wife (my step-mom) and her son and daughter (my step-siblings).

My step-mom is a nice lady, she takes care of me, but lets me pretty much do what I want. I get a decent allowance from my parent’s estate, which I get all of once I turn 18. She is in her 40’s and looks like she use to be pretty, but now is just average. She works at a clinic downtown at least 60-70 hours a week. She knows about my ‘condition’, but we never talk about it. At least she writes notes to keep me from gym class.

My brother, Adam is a jock, and plays on the 12th grade football team. He towers over me at 6 foot 6, and barely ever looks down to me. He seems to be rarely home, out with his friends all the time. We never really developed a friendship, but he is nice to me.

My sister, Hannah, is in 11th grade, and we never talk. I guess she holds my uncle responsible for her parents’ break-up and blames it on me now. Oh well. She is pretty, but in a plain way. Brown hair, decent boobs, medium height. She is usually out with her boyfriend.

Neither of them know about my secret. It’s probably for the best, knowing teenagers.

We live in suburbia (I’m not telling the city!), and have a decent house.

At school, I have a couple of school-friends (meaning I don’t talk to them outside of school), and just keep to myself. Guys hit on me occasionally, until their friends remind them that I never date, and they probably assume I’m a lesbian. Which is okay for now, but once I turn 18, I’m getting surgery to fix this curse and going to college and messing around with every guy I see!

Okay, enough about all that. My new passion has been getting every orgasm from my pussy as possible. If I can’t play with boys, I’ll take care of myself for now. Of course my hormones were really getting ramped up. I really just wanted to have a boyfriend or five and screw his brains out, as many times a day as I could. But that won’t happen anytime soon.

My most memorable escapades include the following:

1.My first night, who could forget!
2.Fingering myself in the hot tub in the backyard while everyone else was inside getting ready to join me – I leaned out and let my nasty ol' cock do its business into the grass.
3.Getting a boner at school. It was horrible, but I went to the bathroom and fingered myself in a stall. I left my cum plastered all over the inside of the metal walls!
4.Getting caught by a couple of my brother's friends with only a bra and skirt on at home. The thrill of being ogled put me in a near mad state to abuse my cunt in the shower afterwards.
5.Fucking myself silly on that candle on a near daily basis!

I've come to realize a couple things. One, my wetness between my legs can be as much of a problem as my cock when I'm dressed and horny. Two, my amount of semen is related to how long it is between sessions. I start to develop that pouch again after a day – and then its gusher season.

Last week, I realized that I was tired of only playing with myself in the tub or cleaning up my nasty mess after my devil-cock explodes. I had to buy some magnum condoms (I did research, they exist!). There is a d**g store on the way home from school, I live close enough that I just walk the half mile. After school on Friday, I ran home and found the most jaw-dropping outfit I could from my sister’s closet and mine. I figured that if I showed myself off, given my body, people would think I was older and wouldn’t question me on the condoms. And if I ran into anyone I knew, they probably wouldn’t recognize me.

I had worn my usual baggy t-shirt, minimizer bra, baggy jeans to school. I took them off, put on an older bra that was a size too small for my watermelons. It had the effect of pushing them up, and creating a huge amount of cleavage. There was a generous amount bulging out around the bra. I put a tighter white t-shirt on over it that had a college logo stretched skin-tight across my bust. The bottom of the shirt only came to my belly button. I put on a pair of panties (something I never wear for obvious reasons), and made sure my penis was in the ‘up position’ against my stomach. It was soft, and therefore only about 6 inches long. It only stuck up about 3 inches past the panties. I pulled on a tight pair of daisy dukes that my sister had, she is bigger than me, but considering my uber-petite frame, its no surprise. My round ass pulled it skin tight around me, in the middle. My legs are pretty thin, and the shorts were still loose around my upper thighs. The waist was also very loose, which was good, I didn’t want pressure on my cock. I undid my ponytail and let my hair flow partially down my back and partially over my tits.

I looked in the mirror and my jaw dropped. I was gorgeous. My face still looked like a little girls, but my body didn’t, and I think people wouldn’t make it to my face. My tits were pushed up and out – I could probably balance a cup of water on each one! My waist was nonexistent compared to them. Turning around I admired my bubble butt in the jeans. My ass was always my favorite body part, and today, it didn’t disappoint. I looked at the front of the shorts and could still see a prominent bulge running up the front to where my dick stopped just before the top of the shorts. Hmmm, instead of a purse, I grabbed a fanny pack out of the closet from my last vacation. I placed it over my front, and looked again. It worked, I was covered to all but the longest look. I figured people wouldn’t be staring at my fanny pack anyway.

Putting my money in the pack, I ventured outdoors. I felt like the whole world was waiting for me to make an appearance and mess up. I’m by nature a shy girl, but the occasional adventure like this is okay. I still had butterflies in my stomach though.

The walk to the d**g store was uneventful, other than a couple of honks in my direction. The small bra I was wearing was tight on the bottom portion, but the half of each tit that was spilling over the top was free to jiggle and shake about 6 inches with every step I took. I walked inside and on the way to the condom aisle, I recognized a couple guys from my school. They were on the 11th grade basketball team and totally hot. Their jaws dropped the second they saw me. I was so giddy on the inside – I’m too shy for this kind of attention, but loved every second of it. They immediately came over.

“Ouch, where did you come from cutie?” said Mark. “I’m Mark, what’s yours?”

“Ignore him, he just wants to get your number” said Steve. “but really, what’s your name?”

Thinking quick, I said “Kristy” not technically a lie, my first name is Kristen. God these man-hunks towered over my 4’11 body by about a foot and a half each. I was looking each of them in the mid-chest. I reached out to shake their hands, accidentally bumping my chest – I’m not used to my tits being pushed so far out.

“Well, Kristy, I’m Steve, what are you doing right now, do you want to go get something to eat?” said Steve.

“With us?” added Mark.

“Uhh, no thanks, maybe another time” I said, getting scared all of a sudden. I had to get out of this situation before it got out of hand. I couldn’t go anywhere with them, could I? No of course not, my more rational mind thought.

Suddenly the clerk, an older woman, yelled for them to leave me alone. They sulked out of the down turning around to eye me once more. Those glances caused a flutter of desire to come from my pussy, and I felt my dick grow an inch. That caused me to snap back into reality. Better buy the condoms and get out before anything else happens. Looking down, I could see the head of my dick right at the edge of the shorts. I should have frigged myself into a c*** before coming out looking like this, what was I thinking?

I found what I was looking for, the biggest package of magnums they had. It was a 60 pack box. I grabbed 4 boxes, I don’t want to do this every couple of weeks. The female clerk arched an eyebrow when I placed the condoms on the counter, and then she just looked at me. My heart froze, was she not going to let me buy them?

She started to ring them up. “Fun weekend planned?” she asked sarcastically.

“Uhhhm, no, err, uh, it’s a gag thing for a party….at college” I stammered.

She didn’t respond, I paid, and left the store in a hurry. Now I had to get home before anyone saw what I had in the bag.

As I past the parking lot, I saw Steve pull out and down the street. Looking around I saw Mark sitting in his car about 30 feet away, with his head laid back. What was he doing? I looked closer and saw his right arm moving furiously up and down. All of a sudden his head snapped forward and I saw a couple spurts of white juice fly over the steering wheel. He was jerking off! And probably to me! I stood there flabbergasted, in shock over my effect on men.

When he started to regain his composure and clean up, I realized that I had to get home fast. Looking down, I could see my nipples trying to explode out of my shirt. Looking further down, I could see my cock rapidly swelling up, now a couple inches past the top of my shorts, and passing my belly button.

I put the bag of condoms over my now throbbing cock and walked as fast as I could home. Walking fast has a way of making large tits like mine bounce everywhere. I now had a regular chorus of honks before I made it to my street and turned. By that time I was completely flushed, my cock was pressed tight against my stomach and brushing the bottom of my bra, and I felt my juices running down my thighs. I just couldn't get the sight of Mark jerking off out of my head. On the last house before mine, the button on the shorts popped open from my fat cock, I had to really hold that bag close to keep my cock from flopping all over the neighborhood.

It felt like every neighbor was looking out their window at me as a quickly made my way into my house, but that was just my paranoia. I ran to my room, stripped naked, grabbed a condom, and was about to unwrap it, when I heard my step-mom calling me.

“KC, get down here, we need to leave”

“I'll be down in a few minutes!” I yelled back.

“No, now, we have to go to the hospital! My sister has had an emergency! Came her reply.

Shit. Fuck. What to do? I didn't have time to take care of my overcharged libido. I threw on an over-sized t-shirt, and tight boxers. My dick wouldn't go down, so I left it against my stomach, and pulled on some of my usual baggy jeans. Grabbing a ponytail band, I ran downstairs, my tits bouncing furiously in the bra I still had on. By the time we were walking out the door, I felt more composed, but I was still rock hard and my body was kinda trembling in frustration.

On the drive to the hospital, I felt my mind wondering back to the thoughts of being ogled, Mark's semen, and most of all, my continuing hard-on. When I realized that my breath was still coming in short gasps, I knew I needed to get my mind off my problems.

“What happened to Sue?” I asked my stepmom.

“She was in a car accident, on the way home from work, Hannah will be meeting us there, and Adam is out of town for an away game”.

We spent the rest of the trip chit-chatting about Sue. By the time we got to the hospital, I was able to flip my cock back down into my boxers. It was still pretty big, but not hard. I noticed that my pouch had returned in my lower stomach. I felt incredibly frustrated, but I was better than I was 20 minutes ago, which is something.

Sue was going to be alright, but needed some small corrective surgeries throughout the night with recovery in the morning. The night seemed to last forever and I think I read every magazine in the waiting room cover to cover. By about 5 a.m. We had enough, and I convinced my step-mom to let Hannah me home. My step-mom said that she was going to stay at the hospital until they released Sue early Sunday, and help her get home and settled.

Once Hannah dropped me off, she disappeared to her boyfriends house to sleep. I crawled into bed fully clothed and passed out.

I woke up with the sun beaming into my room. Looking at the clock, I saw that I had slept to about 5 in the afternoon. Laying there I realized that I had 'morning wood' and my dick was throbbing. I sat up, my stomach feeling full. I took off my jeans and shirt and made my way to the bathroom, my hard dick pushed down in my boxers was forcing me to double over. I had to squat on the toilet and lean forward to get my dick in the bowl, and even then the head was in the cold water. This actually helped me relax enough to piss.

Once done, I stood up and saw that I my pouch was more pronounced. I felt it, and it was kinda squishy. Hmmm, I really should go to the doctor to make sure this was, well, normal isn't the right word, but at least to see if it was okay. Now that I had pissed, my cock wasn't hard, but it looked 'on-alert' and still very big. I pulled my boxers back up and went downstairs. To my horror, my cock came several inches out the bottom of the shorts. I went downstairs to make some dinner.

While I was eating, I noticed that my nipples were hard and my pussy was damp. Jesus, why was I so on edge? I started trying to remember the last time that I got off.... Thursday morning, in the shower. Wow, only 2 and a half days and my body was really demanding some attention. Well, I knew what I would be doing tonight!

After dinner I poured myself a hefty rum and coke and downed it. We were in a pretty liberal house, and it was felt that it was better for us to learn responsibility over going to college and going crazy. As long as we didn't drink a lot in a night, no one cared. Luckily for me with my small body, it didn't take much.

I grabbed my usual candle, and as an afterthought, grabbed the next thickest – 2 inches wide. Getting the laptop and the pillows set up, I got undressed and started watching porn. The anticipation had my juice running down my legs and precum running down my shaft before I even lay down. I rolled a magnum down my prick leaving a large reservoir at the end. I new my pouch would empty into it pretty fast. I just hoped the magnums could handle a really large load.

I started using my fingers on my swamp-like pussy, hearing the squelch of juices as I entered myself. I could feel that this wouldn't take long. I grabbed the larger candle and jammed it up my fuck-chute. The entry of such a larger object set me off. I immediately came, with no buildup. Convulsing and humping the pillows while my hand was a blur trying to fuck myself deeper with the candle, I must have been a sight of pure nymphomania. Finally the thirty second orgasm came to its inevitable conclusion. The pressure in my cock was enormous, I thought it was going to rupture. It must have been ten long seconds before it finally let down and finally stated convulsing. Red-hot semen raced up the tube erupting into the condom, the second started before the first finished, it felt like I was pissing semen. Around this time I rolled over onto my back.

I looked down at my spasming cock, I could actually see it swell with each burst. Burst after burst came out, I thought I would never stop. By the time I was done, their was a foot wide balloon at the tip of my cock, packed with my cum. I looked at it and as if in slow motion, the magnum ruptured, and exploded semen all over me and the bed. I was covered in it from head to knees.

Normally I would have been upset by this, but a combination of the rum getting me pretty tipsy and my continuing horniness, I just rubbed it into my body, pretending it was another guys cum... maybe Mark's. I eventually reached down and continued fucking myself with the candle.

I found it easiest to put my legs behind my arms by my head (I'm pretty flexible), and jam that candle hard into my twat. In that position, my cockhead was logged between my giant tits and the movement of my arms gave me a boob job. Soon I had the candle as deep as I could go, about 8 inches into me before I hit my cervix. On the second jab into my back wall, I became lost in orgasm again. Only this time, semen ended up primarily on my face.

I didn't stop, I kept fucking myself like a woman possessed. Three full orgasms later my pussy was screaming for a rest. Even in my now drunk state, the soreness won out. My alcohol riddled mind did the only thing it knew to keep the orgasms flowing. My hands grabbed my dick and started rubbing up and down. There was enough pre-cum and actual cum drenched on it to act as a lubricant. Since each of my hands could only reach about halfway around it, I put them together to jack myself off.

My mind was screaming no, this is disgusting, but my body wouldn't stop. It was wonderful, the sensations coming from my unused dick were mind-blowing. It was just as good as fucking myself in my pussy, but different. When the first dick-orgasm hit, it was different. Instead of freezing up when the orgasm started, I instead started pounding my meat faster and I couldn't stop my hips if I wanted to. The orgasm flowed from my dick to the rest of my body and then the cum started. At this point I couldn't open my eyes anymore because they were caked with semen.

I kept at it. Another four dickgasms later I passed out, drenched in cum and sweat.

I need to get some control.

Chapter 3: Taking What I Need

I walked out of the doctor’s office, still trying to absorb all the new information. I had gone in for some examinations over the last couple of weeks, and all the tests came back today.

Okay, let me get this straight:
1.My sperm are 100% fertile, and my count is off the charts.
2.My testicle resides in the place of one of my ovaries.
3.My other ovary is ‘shut down’ because the hormones from the testicle block the female stuff from releasing an egg or starting my period.
4.The erectile tissue that anchors my dick to me is extremely interconnected with both my entire pelvis and my pussy.
5.The ‘pouch’ I get is a type of secondary bladder that stores my semen until release, since my inner-nut constantly produces sperm.

So basically, in a nutshell: I won’t ever be able to have my penis removed without damaging my vagina and ability to enjoy sex. And if I ever want to get pregnant, I would need to take some hormone enhancers that suppress the male hormones, and allow my ovary to work.

At least the second part is kinda cool, I am my own birth control – I half to take medicine to get pregnant!

Oh yeah, it’s been a little over a month since I last wrote.

My routine has become an average of one good frigging (or candle) session per day – I’ve become insatiable. I’ve entered a state of confusion on my dick – on one hand it’s still disgusting, it stops me from having a normal life, and it is too big for me to control. I just want to feel like a girl and not worry about it. On the other hand, I find myself thinking back to that night when I was drunk and jerked myself off. Now that I’m gonna have it forever, I may have to resolve these feelings at some point.

But not this week. I have been getting a bold plan, that makes me both wet and scared shitless at the same time.

I’m going to get laid.

Halloween is coming up, and there is a big party on Friday, just a few streets down. I heard about it from my brother talking on the phone. It is going to be a costume party.

My plan:
Find a costume that allows me to have sex with it on, and hides my dick.
Go to the party late (but not too late).
Pick out a target, preferably a little drunk.
And fuck his brains out.
Leave before anything bad happens.

Seemed simple enough, all it would take is a lot of courage from me, and a little luck.

Now to find a costume.

After leaving the doc’s office, I went into a costume shop – but they were all sold out of stuff.

I noticed a little farther down was a lingerie store. I poked my head in and the old lady behind the counter got a big smile and asked what I needed.

“Hello sweetie, welcome to Helga’s House of Leather and Lace. What can I help you with, hopefully nothing too extreme, since you’re so young?”

I smiled back and replied “Well, there is a costume party this weekend, and I was hoping to find something that was a corset-style…but with a skirt.”

“Hmm, well, let’s take a look.” She showed me her selection, while digging through them, I came across the perfect one. It was a black leather corset that goes around the waist, with a loose black satin mini-skirt for the bottom. The only problem was the top of the corset, it had cups for the boobs, but that was it. I hadn’t thought about my chest.

“This is just about perfect, what size is it?”

“Oh its way to big for you, it’s for a woman who is closer to 5’10.”

We dug around and finally found one that looked good. It was for a 5’2-ish girl with medium boobs, a C-cup. But the mid-section was about right, considering I wanted some extra room.

“Can I try this one on?”

“Dressing rooms are through there” pointing me in the direction.

I went in, undressed completely, and pulled on the corset up. Hmmm, I had to tuck my boobs into it, but with the extra slack, I could just get the bottom of my jugs into the cups.

I looked in the mirror on the wall.

Perfect – I looked like a wanton slut. My boobs were ridiculous. The corset only had a half-cup bra built in, and it was too small, all it did was provide a little support from the bottom of my tits. My nipples were completely exposed and the effect of the half-cup was to push my tits together and up, creating a huge round quivering mass of boob-flesh with a lot of cleavage. Just breathing made them jiggle. My waist and hips looks fine, there was about 2-2.5 inches of extra space between the corset and my stomach. The leather of the corset came over my hips into a ‘V’ shape nearly to my crotch – I couldn’t have asked for more. I turned around, and almost died.

The satin lay on my ass, showing every curve and line. It was a miniskirt, and only came down about 2 inches past my ass-cheeks. Walking in circles around the dressing room, the skirt would swish around, showing the bottom of my ass every once in a while.

I changed back, and asked her to ring it up for me. This was going to be my new best friend. It wasn’t a pure Halloween costume, so I could use it on other occasions.

I almost frigged myself to sleep that night to fantasies of fucking every guy at the party. Before passing out I remember to take my condom off and tie it up before falling asleep. I had forgotten just once, and I woke up in a large puddle of sperm from were it slipped off my flaccid dick in the night.

Friday couldn’t come fast enough.

The anticipation of the night events was keeping me on edge at school on Friday.

In 5th hour, I noticed that I was daydreaming about the party, and I was at full readiness. My boxers were soaked, my nipples were like diamonds, my dick throbbing, my knee wet with precum, and my breath was short. I had to let everyone else leave the class before getting up and putting my bookbag in front of me.

I quickly made my way to the bathroom, my legs feeling like a new waterpark with all the juices running down them.

Shit, the bathroom was almost full except the middle stall. I went in and sat down. There was no way that I could frig myself without making very wet sounds. There was no way I could wait them out without being late for my next class. There was no way I could leave without cumming. What to do?

Fuck-it

My mind swimming in desire and frustration, grabbed my cock and tried to quietly jerk it off. My hands were too small to do much good, so I pulled my bra off, and squeezed my tits around it, leaning over. My eyes rolled into the back of my head as I bit my tongue to stifle a moan. I slowly rocked myself to an orgasm with my hands massaging my shaft while my huge tits rubbed my cockhead.

Right as I came, I heard a small gush of juices come out of my neglected pussy into the toilet bowl. That thought really set me off and I let go with one hand to bite my finger. I’m usually a moaner, so it took everything I had to stay quiet as this orgasm raced through my body.

Oh shit, the cum, right before my dick started spraying, I reached over and grabbed wad after wad of toilet paper, the roll spinning like crazy, and shoved it over my dick.

Luckily I grabbed enough, none shot out, but the wad took two hands to hold and was completely drench in my sex slime. I dropped it into the toilet with a loud splash and regained my composure.

Looking in the mirror on the way out, I could see that my face was beat-red, and I had a silly smile. I made it to class on time.

After school, I quickly made my way home.

I got my homework for the weekend out of the way, and ate an early dinner. Times like these I was glad that my step-mom worked crazy long hours and my siblings were off doing their things – it let me keep my own schedule and hours.

Okay, 8:00, time to plan. The party started around 9 (or whenever people show up, I guess), with no end time. But, from hearing people talk about parties, it generally peaks at around 11-12 and people are pretty drunk by midnight, from there it starts to die off. I wanted to catch the tail end, when there were still enough ‘choices’, but I didn’t want to walk into a near empty house. The house it was at is a couple streets away, and it’s was a big house – so I figured a lot of people would just crash there.

My costume: corset (check), magnum condoms (check!), black shoes (check), underwear (don’t need!). That just leaves my tits and an actual costume for my face. I found an old red zip-up hoodie without pockets in the closet. I guess I could do some sort of sexified little red riding hood. I looked around the house and found a white cloth Zorro mask that fits over the eyes. My outfit was complete!

Panic started to sink in. I had the condoms, but my masturbation has taught me that when I’m fucking my pussy, I am multi-orgasmic, and I can’t change the condom at all. I decided to spend the next couple hours draining myself as much as I could.

I sat down in the empty tub with a shower cap on, and with the laptop playing porn movies sitting near me on the toilet. I reached down and started to tease my labia, and had another thought. I don’t want to wear my pussy out, make it loosen up, or make it too sensitive for tonight.

I couldn’t believe I was doing this again, but it was the only way. An ends to a means if you will. And the means was getting some action in my cunt from a live cock later.

I grabbed my cock and began lightly stroking it. This was the first time that I had done so sober and not in a hurry. I decided to explore it, and take my time. The shaft was pretty veiny, and it felt like I had a steel bar running down it. The peach-sized head was all spongy and a deep purple. Pre-cum was steadily oozing out of the large hole.

Getting worked up, I used both my hands to stroke it, using pre-cum as a lube. After a while, I was getting frustrated – my hands were too small to give it much stimulation, and I was too weak to apply much pressure. Jesus, who ever heard of someone not being able to jerk themselves off? I concentrated on my cockhead, running both my hands all over it.

That was working better! After a few minutes, I felt the familiar feeling building deep in my belly. I looked at the computer and saw a guy with a huge cock deep balling a tiny girl. My mind couldn’t decide who to imagine being and the thought sent me over the edge. My hips were soon thrusting the huge schlong into my hands and my orgasm hit me. Rope after rope of cum splattered all over my chest, my face, and I actually heard it go splat on the tiled wall behind me.

Without even stopping for a rest, I shoved my cock in-between my cum-covered tits and pushed them together with my arms as I titty-fucked myself. About another five minutes later, a second load blew out of my prick. My arms were tired from straining against my heavy breasts, so I got onto all fours in the tub. Gravity pulled my pendulous tits nearly to my elbows, and being leaned over shortened the distance between my cock and the middle of my tits. The second I felt my still-spasming cockhead get swallowed between my breasts, my hips immediately started thrusting again. God this felt good.

My hips were thrusting so fast, even my heavy boobs were swinging pretty good. This just added to the sensations, it felt like something was fucking my cock back. Since I never used my dick, I was still in the premature ejaculation category. In no time a third, but smaller, burst of cum came from my dick. I felt a rush of juices come from my ignored pussy and run down my legs.

I couldn’t imagine what I looked like. A small cum covered girl with a horse cock, fucking her basketball sized tits in the tub.

After power fucking another 2 loads from my cock, the shear amount of cum in the tub made me loose my balance and I slipped. I sat up, cum running off me in rivers. Without thinking, I put my feet up on the edge of the tub and slide my ass towards them. This forced me to curl up in the narrow part of the tub. Now, my boobs were pressed up against my legs and back towards my neck. My cock was almost completely incased in my breasts, with the head resting on my chin. Using my hands, my lips, and my mouth (there was no way I could fit it in), I gave myself a sloppy blowjob. Wow, I could see my boys liked them so much. I needed to practice this so I could give them a good one.

In no time at all, I had a mouthful of semen. I rinsed it around for a second. Not bad. I swallowed and continued French-kissing my dick.

A couple more orgasm later, I realized that my last orgasm only created a trinkle of cum and my dick was trying to get soft. I had actually wore it out!!!

For the first time, I looked around. The bottom of the tub was filled with semen, I could barely see my skin because of all the cum on it.

I turned the shower on and rinsed off. Using the shower head, I rinsed off all the semen on the walls and the little bit still dripping off the ceiling.

I put the laptop and unused candle up, downed a glass of water (I was thirsty after loosing all those fluids) and started to get ready.

I went a little heavy on the makeup (it was a costume party after all), brushed my hair, put it into a braid and went to get dressed.

I spent several minutes putting the magnum on. It’s kinda tough when not hard. Oh, I was still horny and wet between my legs, in anticipation of later – but my dick was satiated and being lazy (thankfully), resting at about 9 inches. I finally finished rolling it down, leaving some space for future growth. I then used some scissors to cut the very bottom of the condom, so extra semen would drip out and not inflate the condom.

I used an ace bandage to secure my dick to my stomach. Next, the corset. Then my shoes. I then pulled on the red hoodie. At first I didn’t think it was going to work, without being zipped up, the sides of the hoodie came to rest outside my tits. Squeezing my already pressed breasts together, I managed to zip up the hoodie. With the zipper by my collarbone, it was stretched tight, with no extra room. My cleavage started at my collarbone and I could see my small hard nipples clearly outlined. The hoodie was pulled up so tight around my tits, it only came down a couple of inches past the corset. Good, I wanted to look like a fuck-toy.

I put the mask on, flipped the hood over my head, and let my hair hang over my left shoulder. It d****d over my left boob, and fell in-between my compressed tits, dangling in midair, a foot from my corset-covered stomach.

Looking in the mirror, I looked perfect and ready to go.

Speaking of which, my anticipation had made my legs wet down to my knees. I quickly mopped up that mess.

I grabbed a small black hand purse, put a pair of panties in it (just in case), and a dry hand towel (I knew I would need that, just for myself!).

I left home at 11:50

I snuck up to the party house, and saw a bunch of people outside, looking like they were about to leave. I even saw my brother climb into a car with some friends and drive off. Perfect timing.

I snuck around to the back, where a few more people were. It was dark out there and they were drunk, so I was able to enter through the backdoor.

Once inside, it reeked of smoke and beer. There were still a group of people in the kitchen, all dressed up as various characters – all the women were in sex outfits too. Maybe they wanted the same thing as me!

That reminded me, making sure no one saw me, I used my cloth to wipe myself up again. Man was I ready!

Looking into the living room, I saw Mark, dressed in his basketball uniform, slouching on the couch talking to some people. Perfect!

Taking a deep breath, I walked over and sat on his lap, pushing my tits into him.

“Who are you?” he asked, slightly slurring.

“Remember, Kristy, from the d**g store?” I cooed.

“Oh yeah!, I was hoping I would see you again”, now he placed hand on my hip, making my pussy flutter.

“Take me somewhere quiet and we can get better acquainted” I whispered in his ear.

“Huh? Um, okay”

We got up and he led me out of the room, to a bunch of hollers and catcalls.

He stumbled into a study, with a desk and a couch. He started to turn to find a bedroom, but I stopped him.

“This is good, go in” I pushed him back into the room, leaving the lights off.

We stood there for a minute, making out. I was on my tip-toes and he was leaned way over (there is a foot and half height difference). We explored the inside of each other’s mouths and soon I was so worked up I couldn’t wait anymore. Even my dick was fully hard again.

I guided him to the couch, and pulled down his basketball shorts and underwear. His 7 inch dick popped right up against his stomach. He pulled off his jersey and started caressing my tits through my hoodie, while I slowly stroked his cock, admiring it.

He unzipped my hoodie and his eyes went as big as saucers when he saw the size of my tits. My eyes rolled into the back of my head when he took one of my tits in both of his huge hands and still massaging it, then going to the other one. When he playfully pinched a nipple, my pussy let out another couple drops of lubrication.

“Okay, buddy, enough fooling around, I want that cock in me” I ordered.

I pushed him into a sitting position on the couch. I took off my hoodie and climbed on him. He started trying to remove my corset, but I grabbed his hands and put them back on my tits.

“This thing is too hard to get on and off, it won’t get in the way”, I explained.

While he continued mauling my breasts, I fumbled around and guided his hard as a rock cock to my pussy. Once I felt the head part my lips, I pushed down as hard as I could.

“Jesus, fuck, you’re tight!” Mark said, crying out in pleasure.

“Well, you’re… no slouch….yourself, ….Christ, you’re…big” I managed to get out while thrusting myself down onto him.

He finally slide home, hitting my cervix. My first orgasm immediately hit me. A loud moan escaped my lips as my first orgasm with another person washed over me. I collapsed against him twitching, unable to move.

He took the lead, grabbed my asscheeks, managing to palm my bubble butt. He then starting jerking his hips, thrusting his cock into me repeatedly. Using my ass, he easily lifted up my small body and fucked me back onto him, like a living sex doll.

I put my hands on the couch behind him and let him pound away at me. My tits were bouncing every which way, knocking the breath out of me. We spent the next few minutes frantically fucking each other.

“Man… your so fucking wet… my balls feel… like they… just took a bath…” he panted.

He was right, I could hear the sounds of our frantic fucking. Each thrust made a wet sucking sound, and pushed a little more juice out of me onto his balls and thighs. The only other sounds were our mutual moans, and the sound of smacking: his thighs into mine, and my tits bouncing back and forth from his chest to mine.

“Ohhh God!” I cried out as another orgasm blasted through me. He just kept on pounding away.

Towards the end of my orgasm, one of his hands left my ass and grabbed my tit and started mauling it like a man possessed. This just jump-started another orgasm in me.

“Fuck…Fuck… FUCK” I saw stars this time, and my vision left me for a second.

At the end of that powerful orgasm, I could feel my semen running out the bottom of the condom. Mark had to come or else I wouldn’t be able to explain it.

He must either have great stamina, or the alcohol is holding off his orgasm, he had been beating up my pussy for over ten minutes. Right as that thought went through my head, I felt him tense up.

“Uh, uh, HUH, HHUUHH” Mark yelled out as his whole body shook. I could feel his cock swell up and red-hot sperm shot out of him, into me – firing off another gut-wrenching climax from my poor abused pussy.

I laid on him for a couple minutes, desperately trying to get my breath back.

I slowly sat up. Mark was passed out. Probably for the better, I could clean myself up, get dressed and leave without any weird conversations.

“Nice show, follow me if you want an encore” a voice said.

I panicked, who saw us? I looked over, immediately trying to cover my boobs, impossible given the size difference between them and my hands. Plus I realized, my skirt was so short, leaned over as far as I was, he could probably see Mark’s dick in my pussy.

Just then Mark’s dick slipped out of me, followed by a gush of sperm. The stranger looked down and saw the whole thing. If I wasn’t already flushed from sex, I would have been beet red with embarrassment.

The stranger chuckled. He was a cute white guy, probably around 18. He was really stocky and muscular, but shorter, about 5’8.

“Follow me” he said.

Without thinking, I grabbed my hoodie, and stood up. I felt a river a juices run all the way down to my calves as both my pussy and condom emptied from gravity.

He led me to a bedroom and immediately started squeezing my boobs.

Without either of us saying a word, he pushed my back onto the bed and got his clothes off. I was too terrified and weak to resist. Plus his groping made my horniness return. My pussy was already sore, but apparently wanted more.

He was muscular, probably wider than tall. His dick was shorter than Marks, about 6 inches, but really fat. This was going to be the biggest thing I had ever taken.

He climbed on top of me. Thinking quick, I pulled my legs up over his arms. This kept him from directly laying on my corset and hidden dick.

He lined up his dick to my swollen pussy and without fanfare, shoved it in roughly. I yelped out loud as his swollen cock plunged its way inside of me.

“For such a slut, you’re tight, you feel like a goddamn vise” He growled as he power fucked me senseless. My still naked tits were bouncing from my corset to my chin.

My first orgasm started pretty quickly – but then again, I had a guy on top of my that doubled my weight, mostly in muscle. His hips were a blur, and his face was contorted with pleasure. He didn’t care about my pleasure at all, only cumming. Luckily for me, I cum faster than most.

At the end of my orgasm, I felt a little more cum run out the condom, and the sounds his dick was making in my pussy were just straight sick – kinda like pulling a rubber boot from a mudhole.

He came fast and hard, just like his fucking.

Without waiting, he got off me, dressed and left, without saying a word.

I lay there for a while, then tried to slowly get up. My pussy and thighs were sore and I felt weak and drained from my countless orgasms of the evening. My dick was sore from being forced to orgasm more than it wanted to. Even my breasts were sore from all the bouncing.

There was a bathroom adjoining the bedroom. I stumbled over to it and used handfuls of toilet paper to dry myself off. I grabbed the panties from my purse and put them on, I didn’t want to continually drip on the walk home.

I zipped my hoodie up and was about to walk out of the room, when I noticed a sack on the counter from a sex store. Curious, I looked inside. There was an 8 inch, thick, purple dildo, still in the package. I could use one of those, beats the candles.

Fuck it, I grabbed it, put it in my purse and left. I would have been beaming with joy from fucking not one, but two guys in the same night, plus the added treasure of finding a dildo, but I was too drained to feel much emotion.

The party was over, everyone was either gone or passed out. I left through the front door and made my way home as fast as I could on wobbly legs.

Getting home, I undressed, pulled off the well-used condom, took a 10 second shower and passed out naked under my covers.