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An Uninvited Houseguest
By Monsta
Donna glanced at her Fitbit and let out a groan. She could have sworn she
had jogged further than it indicated. As she turned the corner, she
sighed in frustration again as the setting sun got in her eyes. She
glanced downward to avoid looking at the bright sun, but she kept up her
pace. It was a beautiful sunny late May evening in ParkView Estates, a
suburban neighborhood featuring above average homes.
Donna was in a pink tracksuit, and her long blonde hair was done up in a
ponytail. She tried to jog several times per week, but it always felt
like such a chore crammed into an already busy schedule. To her credit,
she was in fairly great shape for a woman closing in on 30 who sat a desk
most of the day.
Donna was married to a wonderful man named Chad, and they have been
together 8 years. They both did fairly well, financially. Donna worked as
a branch manager for an industrial supply company and Chad was an
engineer. They have lived in ParkView for 2 years now in a larger than
they need 4 bedroom house. They intend on having kids one day, but so far
they've just been too busy.
As Donna was focused on the sidewalk, she didn't see the man approaching
her until it was too late. She bumped into him rather hard.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" she said as she turned to see if the man was ok.
"I'm fine. It takes more than that to defeat me," the man said with a
creepy chuckle.
Donna chuckled too out of politeness, but she was getting an odd vibe
from the stranger. She didn't recognize him, and he was wearing an old
suit that looked like it came from a thrift store. Donna gave a slight
wave to the man and then turned to resume jogging.
The man in the brown suit looked at Donna for a moment before continuing
his stroll along the suburban sidewalk, taking in the scenery and of
course, people watching.
Approaching him on the sidewalk was a man pushing a stroller and a woman
who was presumably the man's wife walking by his side. The man in the
outdated brown suit looked at them for a bit and confirmed they were
married. The young man was 26 year old Greg Draumman, and she was 23 year
old Jessica Draumman. Married for only a year, they also recently became
new parents. Jessica had given birth only 4 months earlier.
Wait, scratch that, Greg had given birth. Right before they got married
both he and Jessica had volunteered for a medical experiment where their
sexual organs had been swapped. The payout for volunteering for the
medical study was how they afforded to buy a brand new home in ParkView
Estates at such a young age. Greg was still technically the father and
Jessica the mother, but Jessica had used Greg's penis to place his sperm
into her vagina which was now affixed to Greg. In a weird sort of way,
each time they had sex they were in a small way actually fucking
themselves.
The man in the brown suit noticed a man outside a maroon colored house
that was trimming hedges. The man doing the yardwork was about 50 years
old, and he had on a white T-shirt that was distended by a rather large
beer belly. That beer belly shifted a bit and rounded out, and was soon
joined by two more protrusions on his chest. Once the man's hips widened
to a proper child bearing width, it was pretty clear he looked to be
about 8 months pregnant. He wasn't really pregnant though, he had simply
looked that way for the past 30 years.
The man in the outdated brown suit reached an intersection, and decided
to head down Shady Oak Boulevard. The first house along this new path was
a yellow colonial style. The man in the brown suit looked at the home for
a minute, then walked up to it and went inside.
In the upstairs bedroom, the home's residents, Matt and Wendy Smith, were
in the middle of having intimate relations. The man in the brown suit
watched from the doorway, but the young couple didn't see him.
The giggling sexual playfulness of the couple suddenly stopped, and both
of them just sort of started staring at Wendy's crotch.
"What is that thing?" Matt asked.
Wendy shrugged her shoulders and replied, "I was hoping you would know, I
went to go to the bathroom to pee and, well, I just sort of found it."
"Does it, hurt? It looks like some kind of wound," Matt told her.
"No, it doesn't hurt it just sort of feels, weird. I dunno, it's almost
like it wants something."
Matt gulped and asker her, "It wants something? What could it possibly
want?"
The man in the brown suit watched the young couple for the next 15
minutes as they tried to figure out what exactly Wendy's vagina was. All
knowledge of vaginas and the female reproductive system had been wiped
from their minds and, each morning from now on it would happen again. The
rest of their memories would be just fine, but any knowledge of vaginas
and any memories of their past interactions trying to figure out vaginas
wouldn't stick.
For the rest of their marriage they would awaken each morning to re-
discover the strange unknown orifice located in Wendy's groin.
The man in the brown suit left the yellow colonial, and as he walked back
out to the sidewalk he saw a man in a green shirt walking by. The man in
the green shirt suddenly gained all of Wendy's lost vagina knowledge. Her
firsthand vagina knowledge. He suddenly got a very confused look on his
face as he tried to sort out why he had two memories of having sex for
the first time, one where he was being penetrated, and one where he was
doing the penetrating.
The man in the brown suit was about halfway down Shady Oak Blvd. when he
smelled something delicious. It was the smell of a bbq grill in full
swing. The man in the brown suit traced the smell to the grey house with
466 on it. The man in the brown suit hadn't eaten anything since his
breakfast this morning in 1992, so he made his way to the backyard of
that house hoping to get a decent dinner.
The man in the brown suit found 6 adults out on the patio of the home,
each of them with a glass of wine in their hand. Looking around at each
of them, the man learned the house belonged to the man grilling, Peter,
and his wife Kelly, who was wearing a white sweater and was seated on a
patio chair closest to Peter.
The other two couples were their friends, and they were attending Peter
and Kelly's dinner party. One couple was Dan and Christine, the other was
Zach and Elsa. All three couples were fairly typical 20 something
millenials, and at that time nothing was terribly out of the ordinary
about any of them. No one at the party saw the man in the brown suit grab
a glass of wine and sit down on the furthest unoccupied patio chair.
Peter, Dan, and Zach didn't notice their shirts becoming tight as they
all grew rather impressive DD sized female breasts. In fact, no one at
the dinner party noticed the guys now had boobs, because from their
perspective they had boobs before. It was the way the guys had met, in
fact. They had all been attending a Gynecomastia support group.
Kelly's pants became a skirt, even though it was a bit chilly to be
wearing a skirt. With the sun setting, in the shade the temperature was
only in the low 60s. But, the reason why she had on a skirt soon became
clear when she spread her legs and told Peter "Don't overcook the
burgers, Pete, try to keep them pink in the middle."
Only the sound of Kelly's voice didn't come from her mouth, it had come
from her crotch. Her mouth hadn't even opened when she spoke. Kelly had
an unbelievably rare condition that had caused her vocal chords to form
in her vagina instead of her throat. She also had a few extra muscles
down there, so, with some effort she could form regular speech from her
groin.
"Yeah yeah, I'll pull them soon," Pete told her, "I just want to make
sure they aren't raw in the middle."
The other 2 couples at the party sort of exchanged grins and raised
eyebrows at each other. The fact a vagina had just talked about keeping
things "pink in the middle," had not escaped them.
Peter poked apart one of the burgers with his spatula to give it one
final check, then he scooped up the burgers onto a plate, and he set the
plate down in the middle of the table. The hungry dinner guests all
stabbed burgers with their forks, and placed them onto the buns on their
plates. The man in the brown suit got up and made himself a plate as
well, but nobody happened to see him do so.
"Oh good, I'm starving," Christine said as she stood up and slipped off
her pants and underwear. She then broke off a piece of burger and placed
it into her vagina. Against incalculable odds, Christine had a condition
where her digestive system routed through her vagina instead of her
mouth.
Christine's breathing, voice and windpipe were still the same, but her
throat was just a tract that ended in a small sack that allowed her to
swallow saliva and small amounts of other fluids such as the wine she had
been drinking. Her primary way of eating though was placing things down
below. Food routed past her uterus to go along a tract to her stomach.
From there, things progressed more normally. Her stomach acid was a bit
stronger though to help break up the un-chewed food.
Kelly took a bite of her burger and began chewing. As she chewed, her
voice from its position under the table could be heard saying "Mmmm. You
got it just right, Pete. These are delicious."
After Christine had finished "placing" another bit of burger, she licked
the grease and juice from her fingers. "Yeah, these are good. But it
doesn't matter much to me either way though."
The friends all gave a rather nervous laugh at Christine's joke.
The man in the brown suit just sat watching the odd scene, enjoying not
only the rush of the new memories he was absorbing, but also the above
average burger.
As Elsa looked around, she had a nagging feeling something wasn't right.
The men all had large breasts, Kelly was talking through her vagina, and
Christine was naked from the waist down, forcefully shoving food into her
vagina. It..SEEMED normal, but still, it defied all logic that people
with such rare conditions would be just hanging out and acting as if
nothing was different about them.
Elsa then suddenly felt an unfamiliar twinge in her groin, which soon
became a very familiar twinge.
"Shit," Elsa said, "it's early."
Elsa's boyfriend Zach wiped burger grease from his mouth and as he chewed
a mouthful of food he asked "Now? You're having one now?"
Elsa nodded.
"Can it wait til after dinner?" Zach asked before swallowing.
Elsa shook her head. "No, it's a really bad one. I need it now!"
Zach rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake Elsa, I'm only one man. We just
did it this morning, I can only produce so much. Let Pete or Dan do it if
they want."
Elsa then turned towards Pete and Dan and asked "Would one of you guys
mind?"
Pete looked a little shy, but Dan nodded and said, "I could do one,
yeah."
"Oh thank you so much!" Elsa said as she stood up, took off her pants and
underwear, and then bent over.
Elsa's vagina was wet, unusually wet by any normal female standards. But
for Elsa, it was a fairly normal symptom during an attack. A trickle of
her juices was already running down her inner thigh. Dan unbuckled his
pants and pulled out his semi hard erection. After a few strokes to firm
things up he placed his mostly erect cock into Elsa's wet and wanting
pussy.
The other party guests and the man in the brown suit watched with some
mild interest as Dan fucked Elsa right there on the patio. Elsa's
"episodes" were a fairly common occurrence at their get-togethers, so
both Pete and Dan have helped Elsa out many times before when she has had
an untimely urge.
Against unbelievable odds, Elsa too, had a rare vaginal condition. She
had allergic reactions if she went to long without semen in her vaginal
cavity. Zach did his best to keep up with her vagina's insatiable thirst
for cum, but as he said, he was only one man. Elsa had a few other men
besides Dan and Pete that helped her out sometimes, including several of
her coworkers for attacks at work.
Elsa carried an epi-pen for rare attacks where she can't find a willing
male donor, but using that too much had terrible side effects, and was
wildly expensive. She had also tried storing semen in syringes and jars,
but for some weird reason, only fresh semen seemed to fully settle an
attack.
Dan thrust into Elsa, his big breasts bouncing with each motion. She
begged him to hurry up, but he was having a hard time cumming so quickly.
Christine saw what was happening, and after wiping her vagina with a
napkin, she came over to Dan and whispered in his ear.
Whatever she told him worked, because he nutted into Elsa almost
immediately. As soon as the rush of hot cum reached her vaginal cavity,
Elsa fell to the ground and began moaning. If there was a single benefit
to her condition, it was that she had powerful orgasms when her aching
needy pussy finally got it's "fix" of semen.
Dan put his penis away and went back to eating. After she had finished
convulsing, Elsa got dressed again and finished her meal as well.
Kelly poured another glass of wine, then went to sit down at the patio
chair she had originally been in. She spread her legs and from between
her thighs her voice said, "Oh, that was wonderful Pete, but now I'm
stuffed."
Again, Dan, Christine, Zach, and Elsa exchanged glances and smirks at
Kelly's vaginal voice saying, "Stuffed."
As Pete stood up to get another glass of wine himself, two wet spots
formed on the front of his shirt. Kelly noticed this, and spread her legs
a little further to tell him loudly "Pete! You're leaking!"
Pete glanced down and muttered, "Aw shit. The girls did feel a little
full, that's why I didn't volunteer to help Elsa. I was worried I'd start
leaking."
Kelly's face made a stern expression as her vagina voice said, "I TOLD
you to pump your milk out before they arrived."
Pete just shrugged and said, "You were right hun. I'd better get inside
to pump and change shirts."
Zach piped up, "Yeah, I'd better pump too, my production has been off the
charts this past week. Can never be too careful."
Dan just nodded in agreement and the three men went into the house to
begin pumping breastmilk from their lactating tits.
Kelly spread her legs fully apart and turned toward the other girls. As
the voice from her vagina started telling the girls a story from her
work, Kelly held her wine glass up to her mouth and took a long drink.
Being able to talk while drinking and eating was one of the few benefits
of her condition, after all.
The man in the brown suit set his plate down, then finished his glass of
wine before setting it down as well. He then left the party at 466 Shady
Oak Blvd. to resume his casual stroll of ParkView Estates.
Along Shady Oak Blvd, a man mowing his lawn had his penis shift down his
groin to the point where it faced straight downward. This position not
only made sitting uncomfortable when he didn't use a ring cushion, but
this placement also forced him to have sex with his wife by basically
scissoring her.
Down the street a little further a woman out gardening gained green skin.
After looking around to make sure no children were around, she took off
all her clothes so she could soak up the last of the setting sun's rays.
The green woman, like the plants she was tending, had the ability to
photosynthesize sunlight for food.
The neighbor of the naked green woman was sitting on his front porch with
his wife, and they were both drinking margaritas. The man watched the
naked green woman garden for a bit, before turning to his wife and asking
her "Mommy, why does the neighbor lady walk around without clothes all
the time?"
The woman answered him. "Because she needs to get sunlight for her food,
just like the trees and flowers. Just don't look at her, ok? It's not
polite to stare."
"Ok mom," the man replied. He then picked up his glass of milk and took a
long sip.
Their relationship had been edited to where they both believed the man
was in fact the young daughter of the woman. They were no longer husband
and wife, but rather an adult woman who lived with her adult male "young
daughter." The man was a normal fully functional adult away from his
"mom," but whenever he was around her he regressed mentally and played
out the role of daughter.
At the intersection, the man in the brown suit turned left onto Paulson
Drive. As he did a big loud truck came roaring up to the intersection.
The man in the brown suit scowled at the driver, a young man obviously
trying to compensate for his small penis. The driver was loudly
disrupting this otherwise peaceful neighborhood in a desperate attempt to
attract attention to himself.
The man in the brown suit decided to help driver's social and personal
issues out by giving him a vagina instead of a tiny penis, and suddenly
the loud obnoxious truck became a Toyota Prius. Instead of existing as a
pathetic douche, the young man driving the Prius was now a well-adjusted
and productive accountant who enjoyed getting fucked in his tight pussy
by his strap on wearing girlfriend.
Speaking of sex toys, the man noticed a couple across the street arguing
rather loudly in front of their house. They suddenly stopped arguing
though, because the sexual tension that had triggered the argument no
longer existed. Because the couple no longer had sex. The man exclusively
had sex with a Fleshlight fake vagina, while the woman's only sexual
partner was a 10 inch black dildo. Their relationship was much better
this way. With sex taken care of by their toys, they both had time and
energy to focus on the romantic and intimate aspects of their
relationship. Just because their genitals had never and would never make
contact with each other, didn't mean they didn't love each other.
A few houses down a blue minivan was pulling into the driveway of a home
with a brick front and white steel siding around the remaining sides. The
man in the brown suit paid close attention to the van, and its 4
occupants. It was Jerry and Tina Sanders, and their two daughters.
Without any of the occupant's knowledge their seat within the vehicle had
changed. Tina moved from passenger to driver, Jerry moved from driver to
the back right seat, and the eldest daughter, Kylie, moved to the front
passenger seat.
The van pulled into the garage and shut off. Tina got out first before
the passenger door and rear left doors were opened by her 2 daughters.
Tina then walked around to the right rear door, opened it, and picked up
Jerry in his car seat. Because Jerry was only 21 inches tall, which was
roughly the height of a newborn baby, he had to be in a newborn car seat
when they drove him anywhere.
Jerry was a fully grown adult man, he was just stuck being very small.
His body had never gained any mass, it had just changed shape over the
years as he grew up and matured. At 38 he was still the same 7 seven
pounds and 21 inches long size he had been at birth.
Tina and Jerry had met in college. Jerry had been sitting on a table in
the library trying his best to read a book that was enormous from his
perspective. When Tina had first seen the tiny man struggling to read a
book in the library that day, she felt something inside of her that she
hadn't even known existed. She was smitten with the little guy, and
suddenly, tiny Jerry had a smiling giantess walking up to him and asking
him out on a date.
Now, Jerry was married to that giantess and he had two enormous daughters
who had both been born just slightly taller and heavier than he was.
Being a tiny man in a house full of normal sized women was a challenge,
but overall Jerry was rather happy.
As the man in the brown suit turned his attention back to his stroll,
coming around the corner into his field of view was Donna, the pink track
suit wearing woman who had bumped into the man in the brown suit earlier.
She was nearly finished with her jog around the neighborhood loop, her
house was just a couple houses down. The man in the brown suit watched
her jog into her driveway, and then bend over a bit to catch her breath.
She didn't realize it, but in the time between when she bent over and
when she stood up Donna's history had already been altered. The evidence
of this change was very very evident as it formed a large tent on the
front of her pink track pants.
Instead of a clitoris, Donna had a thick, 12 inch long permanently erect
penis. Donna didn't always have a foot long raging hard on jutting
straight out from her groin, though. When she had married Chad 5 years
ago, she had been normal. The changes started not long after her
honeymoon, though. Her clitoris sort of started getting tingly sometimes,
and Donna noticed it would get hard at weird times, even when she wasn't
thinking about sex. Then, it started getting larger. Chad noticed it
during sex, it would get hard and form a nub he would feel while on top
of her.
Then one day, it got hard, and never went soft again. But, it kept
getting larger. After a month her growing ever erect clitoris had formed
what could only be described as a penis, as it was large enough to
qualify and had taken on a very penis like shape. After another month,
she was as large as Chad. By then, it was all but impossible to hide her
permanent boner. Baggy pants just didn't cut it, she had to wear
oversized stretchy track pants. Telling her condition to her Boss and
coworkers had been unbelievably awkward, but she had to explain why she
was walking around the office with tented out track pants.
For a while, Chad and Donna just watched as her boner continued to
expand. Her penis was already larger than Chad's at that point, but it
was constantly getting even bigger. They began to worry it would never
stop, and Donna would become a woman trapped inside her house because her
penis would simply get too big and heavy to move. But, it eventually did
stop, at 12 inches long.
She didn't enjoy having an obscenely large hard on that never went away,
of course, but she couldn't help it either. The hard rod jutting from her
was as much a part of her body as her left leg was. When she wasn't
wearing loose track pants, she had to wear custom clothing with sleeves
in the front to allow room for such a protrusion.
Donna opened the garage door and found her husband Chad in there working
on changing the oil in their car. Donna walked up to him and the married
couple slowly, carefully, leaned in towards each other to give a quick
kiss. The lean in kiss move was well practiced by both of them as in the
past there had been multiple times where Donna's long hard rod had
accidentally poked into Chad's stomach.
"How was your run?" Chad asked her.
"Oh pretty good," she sighed, "but Mr. Oberhaur over on Ridgeline Drive
made his 'I must be happy to see him' joke again. I've already explained
to him my erection is permanent and has nothing to do with arousal. I
don't know what else to do."
Chad just let out a "tsk" and shook his head in disgust. "You'd think
he'd have a little sympathy for your condition. Especially when you've
already told him you don't appreciate his jokes. It's not like you're
constantly asking him when the baby is due."
Donna laughed a little at that. She then heard the sound of an
approaching car, and turned to see their next door neighbors rolling into
the adjacent driveway.
Chad and Donna waved at their neighbors Tom and Steve as they pulled into
the driveway. Tom had originally resisted Steve's idea to move into this
neighborhood, but seeing Donna and Chad wave every time they saw them
made him smile. Tom and Steve had just moved in a month ago, and already
they had made a few friends within the upscale community. Tom had worried
that the mostly conservative ParkView Estates would be unwelcoming to an
interracial gay couple, but surprisingly, all of their neighbors hadn't
seemed to take much notice of their "untraditional" relationship. But it
seems the sort of people who would have frowned upon such a thing were
now in some truly untraditional relationships of their own.
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