Two Become One

By Grotto

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Chapter I

Sara sat on her bed, still not quite able to believe what this girl was saying to her. The person beside her seemed to be a ten-year-old girl, wearing a loose gray t-shirt, short brown hair and a baseball cap. "See, feel me, I'm just like normal, right?" Sara reached out her hand and grabbed the girl's wrist. She could feel the bones in her arm, the pulse in her veins.

"Ok, now watch." The girl leaned forward and closed her eyes. In less than a second, gigantic breasts grew on her boyish frame, stretching the fabric of the t-shirt. They were ludicrously large, puffing out into mounds around the areolae that were C-cups in their own right, and the nipples were clearly visible, erect, three-quarters of an inch wide. The new breasts jiggled with their own momentum as the girl gently shook them back and forth. "Feel them if you want," she said. Sara reached out a hand and patted the monster on the left. It yielded and swayed around a bit. She began to knead, feeling the soft, warm boob tissue, not any different from her own except for the size. Still disbelieving, Sara reached down and tweaked the prominent, hard nipple. It was a firm nub, yielding a bit to her when squeezed, different from the soft breast tissue. The girl let out a squeak of laughter.

"That's too odd," said Sara. "It's not just boobs," said the girl. For a split second, her body lost all its detail, decohering in a blobby mass. She reformed a second later. Now the girl had deep red hair, tied back in a ponytail, wisps escaping to float in the afternoon sun that came down through the window. Gone were the ludicrous breasts. Her face was vaguely similar to before, but now she seemed to be six or seven years older. The T-shirt and jeans had become a beautiful dark green velvet dress, matching her eyes, cut to expose a hint of pearly cleavage. Although she was hardly recognizable, she had the same playful glint in her eyes.

"I can control pretty much everything about myself." the girl said. "Feel the dress." Sara reached out and took some fabric, rubbed it in between her fingers. It felt like fine fuzzy velvet. The girl smiled. "That's as much a part of me as my body or my hair. I'm made of a universal substrate that I can reorganize however I want to."

It made no sense at all. But the evidence was right here. This girl.. or thing.. was a total shapeshifter. "Where.. um, how.. What are you doing here?" Sara was awed and excited.

The girl smiled hugely. "I'm able to get by pretty well in normal society just by turning myself into whatever kind of person I need to. Just look -" She blurred and became a boy of the same age. Her voice modulated lower to that of a seventeen-year-old boy's. "Fully functional of course." He pointed to his crotch where suddenly there was a virile bulge. "Wanna get a closer look?"

"Um, no thanks," said Sara.

"No biggie", he said, and transmogrified again. She became an old lady complete with small, yapping dog; a businessman with graying hair; a tall African woman with bluish-gray tattoos. Settling back in the form of the boyish ten-year-old with the T-shirt, the girl continued.

"I came to you because I wanted to try something out. Something I've never done before. I'll have to explain a bit though." The girl caught her breath, thinking about her next words, then continued. "First, I want you to know that I think you're awesome. I've been following you around for a couple days, and I only showed myself to you because I think you're a great person. You're adventurous, you're mischevous, you like people, you have a strong sense of self. I want to help you out. I want.. to give you my service."

Sara was out of her depth. "I don't know what you mean."

The girl nodded. "It's not easy to explain. Here goes. I want to become your skin."

"My skin?!"

"Well, like a second skin. I want.. for you to wear me." Sara recoiled. "Wait. I'll show you. Give me your hand. Don't worry, I'll take it right back off." Sara hesitantly put her hand into the girl's. The shapeshifter's flesh liquefied, spread out, cool over Sara's skin. Soon her arm halfway to the elbow was covered with what looked like a thick rubber glove.

"This is weird," Sara said. "Shhh," replied the girl. "Watch."

The glove seemed to shrink, to conform to Sara's hand, taking on the same texture and color as her skin. She held her hand up in the light. It looked just like... her hand. She rubbed her fingers together and could feel the usual texture of her fingerprints. She clapped her hands and made a completely unremarkable clapping sound. But something was a little bit different. She compared her hands side by side. The skin tone was a little bit smoother. The freckles were more clearly defined. The skin tone on the back of her hand, usually a teeny bit uneven with red blush, was a healthy even color.

"Do you feel the weight?" the girl asked.

Sara waved her hand around in the air. "I guess so," she said. "No... No, I can't tell. It really feels normal."

"Well, I only gave you a little bit. I've found that I can vary my volume immensely, but I can't change my mass. Anyway, the part of me that you're wearing has almost no volume. If you want to do this, that's how it would usually be. You'd look and feel entirely normal - I'd be able to support my own extra mass. You might even forget I'm there!"

"But why?" Sara asked. She was beginning to understand but she wanted it to be spelled out for her. "Why do you want to do that?"

"Look," said the girl. Sara held her hand up. A quick blur and she was wearing a lady's glove of white leather, long and elegant. "I can make you - " The glove disappeared. In its place, her hand was laden with sparkling rings and jewels. She had the elegant wrinkles of royalty. "-look however you-" Her arm became entirely hairless, pearly white, with flawless, young skin and black lacquered nails. "-want to." Her hand returned exactly to normal. "Think! You'll never have to wear any clothes, put on any makeup. I'll be there, in whatever form you want me to. You'll always be stunningly beautiful. Or not, if you want. You can disguise yourself completely. There's so much more, but I'd have to show you." The girl was honestly excited about this. "Do I have your permission to come aboard, captain?"

Sara laughed. The decision was easy. "Aye aye, sailor," she said.

"Okay, take off your clothes," said the girl.

Sara was a bit embarrassed to be naked in front of her guest, but she thought to herself that they'd be on much closer terms very soon. She threw her clothes into a pile at the foot of the bed. Now that she was naked she felt kind of silly. She stood in the center of the room and held her arms out. "So now what?"

The spunky girl stood up from the bed, coruscating with excitement. She took two steps toward Sara and her form began to ripple, her hair coalescing into a blob along with her body. She locked Sara in an embrace and immediately began to flow along her limbs, between her legs, over every part of her skin. For Sara it was like sinking into cool mud or clay, a cool encasing touch that spread assiduously over her entire body. Her breath caught in her throat as the coolness spread, and she gasped as if plunged into cold water. She felt it between her butt cheeks, under her arms, sliding over her labia. It didn't feel like the touch of another person at all. As it spread over her face there was a moment when she couldn't breathe, but quickly it reduced down to what seemed like her own skin and hair. The whole process had taken about five seconds.

She looked down at her body. She felt her legs, her breasts, her face. It felt exactly like normal.

"Pretty neat, huh?" said someone right in her ear.

Sara turned. There was no one there. Of course not, she thought.

"Ha ha, I guess you'll have to get used to this. This is pretty amazing, you know. You've got a great body." Sara felt lightheaded. She walked over to her wall mirror. Her body was the same as normal.. but not quite. Just like when it was just her hand, she seemed inexplicably more refined. Maybe it was the line of her eyebrow - maybe the set of her collarbone. She realized she was admiring herself.

"You're so beautiful, you know that?" the voice in her ear said. "I bet you'd look great.. hmm.. OK, I've got it." A quick blur, and suddenly she was wearing an astoundingly beautiful dress. It was light and dark blue in sweeping streaks, there were tiny, glowing pearls strung through the bodice, and it fit her perfectly. It was the most comfortable piece of formal wear she had ever worn.

"Would you care to raise your right foot?" asked the voice. She complied in a daze. When she set her foot back down, she could feel she was wearing a delicate low-heeled shoe. She raised and lowered the other foot and looked down at the deep blue pair. They were quite sparse and elegant.

"We're just beginning," said the voice in her ear.

The dress suddenly melted away and the shoes disappeared, lowering her back onto her bare feet. The voice in her ear whispered. "I can keep you warm in the coldest of winters. I can protect you from the sun and from the fire. You can walk over broken glass on your bare feet. But look back in the mirror."

Sara looked at her image in the mirror. She was wearing a slight set of underwear now, a black lace bra and panties. "Take off the bra," whispered the voice. She reached in back, unclasped the bra and dropped it. "Now watch."

She felt a tingling in her breasts. As she watched, looking in the mirror, they swelled and burgeoned, doubling and tripling in size. Her nipples - with what felt like a constant zing of electrical charge - enlarged into little excited thumb tips, and her areolae swelled into subtle mounds. When they stopped changing, they were the exact equal of the girl's from before. Sara shook her body and they jiggled. They stuck out from her chest in defiance of gravity. Her heart was beating so fast she almost forgot to breathe.

"Touch them." The voice was breathy and quiet.

Sara brought her hands up and grabbed her huge breasts. Her hands couldn't cover even the half of them, and they sunk into the soft flesh. She could feel her nipples pressing against her palms.

"How can I feel this?" she asked. "This isn't me, this is you. So how can I feel this?"

"Mmmmm..." whispered the voice. "I'm always aware of my own structure down to the molecular level. So now that I'm your skin, I've gotten to know your body on that same level. It's really pretty easy to pass on the sensations I feel so that you feel them too. But I don't have to pass on everything.

"Try this out. You can do whatever you want and I won't relay any pain to you. I don't really feel pain anyway, so don't worry about me. Pinch them as hard as you can." Sara was skeptical, but game. She grabbed her nipples in both hands and gave them a huge pinch, enough to make her regular body curl up in pain. She cried out, and her back arched involuntarily, bolts of lightning streaking through her body. But there was no pain. Only a blinding wealth of sensation.

"Ah, ah ha, ha. Forgot to tell you about that," said the voice.

Sara groaned. She was breathing deeply. She gathered up handfuls of breast flesh in each hand, dug in her fingernails, and _twisted_. A sharp feeling exploded in her breasts, like scratching a deep, deep itch. Her eyes squeezed shut and she squirmed spastically from side to side. When the wave of sensation died down, she opened her eyes and looked in the mirror. The giant breasts were an angry red. It looked like her fingernails had almost drawn blood.

"Wow," breathed Sara. "That's AMAZING." The red streaks on her burgeoning breasts were already fading back to a healthy skin tone. Evidently it was impossible to seriously harm herself. The sheer volume of sensation had been incredible.

The voice continued in an excited whisper. "There's so much more. I can't create any body shapes that don't contain your real body, but you're so slight that I can do almost anything. I can make you grotesquely fat. I can give you skin that shimmers with the colors of the rainbow. I can - well, look in the mirror."

Sara looked again at her naked, huge breasted form. A tingling in her crotch alerted her to the next change, but she wasn't prepared for the giant penis that sprouted fully-formed from her mons pubis, erect and throbbing. The weight of it threw her slightly off balance. Every movement of the organ sent shivers down her nerves and through her entire body. She tentatively grasped it with her right hand. It barely fit around the girth, and the burning heat of it was shocking. The sensations coursing through her body were entirely new.

"We'll save that for later," said the voice, and the giant member and breasts disappeared. Jeans and a T-shirt, like the ones she wore to school every day, came into being and fit loosely on her normal frame. "You look just like you always did, but I know different," the voice said. "Even though you're clothed, you're really naked. When you're naked, you're actually clothed. You'll walk down the street and nobody will know I'm here. I'll get off of you whenever you want, and I'll stay as long as you want. THIS IS GOING TO BE SO FUN!"

Chapter II

Sara still couldn't wrap her mind around the idea that she was wearing another person. She sat in her group house's common room on the tired sofa, seemingly dressed in her blue T-shirt and her black jeans. It had been only ten minutes since she was enveloped by the strange girl, but she felt entirely normal, almost unaware of the presence of a second occupant in her body. The voice in her ear wasn't turning out to be very talkative when she wasn't thinking about it. The girl had been right - it would be easy to just forget she was there. She supposed that a shapeshifter had to be able to think like a thing as well as a person.

The only thing that was noticably different was that she sank much farther into the couch when she sat down. Although she didn't notice it when she moved and walked around, she must have weighed twice as much as normal. This reminded her that, no matter what it seemed like, things weren't quite as usual.

The late afternoon sun shone lazily into the room. Sara didn't know what to do. She picked up the newspaper and flipped through a couple sections. A couple housemates passed through, said hello, went to their rooms, not noticing anything especially different about her. Of course they wouldn't, she thought. Seeming totally normal was making her excited in a weird way. Sara looked to make sure nobody was nearby. "Hey," she said softly.

"Yeah?" said the voice in her ear, startling her a bit.

"You're still there."

"Always."

"Gimme those boobs again."

Instantly her breasts swelled to their titanic proportions. They hung above her lap, breast flesh pressing tight againt her T-shirt, nipples making egregious little tents in the fabric, the bottom of her shirt hiking way up. Anybody walking by would have seen a real spectacle. She grabbed them and they squished together pleasantly inside the tight confines of the shirt. It finally came home to her: Normality was under her control, to be banished and summoned with a word.

She heard a door close down one of the hallways, and some quick footsteps. Her stomach turned over inside her. "Put me back, put me back," she whispered. As quickly as they had come, her breasts vanished. Her housemate walked into the room. "Hey, Sara," he said.

"Hi Rob," she called nonchalantly, her heart racing. "Where you off to?"

"It's my shift at the boathouse," Rob said. "They switched me to the evening on Wednesdays."

"Sucks to be you," said Sara. "Hey, Nate and Tessa are making dinner tonight - want me to tell them to save some for you?"

"That'd be awesome. Hey, see you later."

"Yeah. Hey, leave the door open!" Sara called after Rob as he walked outside. She was alone again.

"You like him?" said the voice in her ear.

"Oh," said Sara. Well, not quite alone. "He's ok. Big runner, big on biking and sailing. Doesn't spend much time here."

"M-hm. M-hm." said the voice. "When you gonna fuck him?"

Sara laughed. "Hey, hey. Just because I can turn into a total sex bomb doesn't mean I have to fuck every man I see."

"Let me remind you, fucking just got really fun." Sara suddenly felt a coiled pressure in her groin. A prodigious penis mounded inside her jeans, then pushed itself through the waistband, throbbing against her stomach. Her vagina began to lubricate itself and she could feel her panties getting wet. "Don't worry about pregnancy or STDs. I've already got a super-thin layer coating the inside of your vagina, and I'm impermeable. You can fuck to your heart's content."

"All right, all right, I get it," said Sara. "But not now." Her crotch returned to normal, her panties dried up. "I've got other things I want to do." She could think of a couple off the top of her head.

"Like what?"

"Like go to the store."

***

She had left her house a few minutes ago and walked the five blocks to the corner store where she and her housemates usually bought their food. Nobody she had passed noticed anything about her. It gave her a heady sense of freedom. Now she stood in front of a window of a closed boutique in an alley next to the store. She could see her reflection, the same as it had always been. "I don't want to be recognizable at all," she said. "But I want to be really sexy."

"Sure, let's see.." The voice in her head hummed thoughtfully. "Ah."

Sara's skin darkened to an olive brown. She felt careful movement on her face, and looking at the window she saw a vaguely Mediterranean or North African girl, with a classically gorgeous face and long frizzy dark hair bound in a ponytail. Her clothes had become a slight yellow patterned dress that contrasted beautifully with her skin. The effect was extremely fetching but demure. "Nice dress," said Sara. "But it needs to be a bit more.. obvious." Underneath the olive skin, she was blushing fiercely. "Give me an ass. And some boobs. Not like the ones from before! Believable."

She felt the fabric draw tighter around her butt, and in the window she saw she now had a pretty, slender round ass invitingly tucked under her dress. She patted it and it jiggled, slightly. When she turned back around, her boobs kept going after she stopped - they were obviously braless, almost preternaturally unaffected by gravity and just barely contained under the bodice of her yellow dress. They weren't quite as big as earlier, and the areolae were much smaller, but they were still astounding. Her nipples were only an inch or so under the neckline, obviously visible, and seemed in danger of popping out at any moment. "That's great," she said, awed by the sight. She jumped up and down and her boobs bounced around crazily, but they somehow managed to stay decent.

"I can make sure you stay covered. Or not. What's your pleasure?"

"Yes. Do it. For now."

"And then what?"

"Let's improvise."

She walked around the corner and towards the door of the store. Her breasts moved each on their own, swaying as she walked. She felt ridiculously exposed, but completely safe at the same time. She was totally unrecognizable, ready for complete humiliation. She was ready to put on a show.

She actually had a list of things to buy. They needed rice, olive oil, cereal. She took it out and looked at it as she walked in through the sliding doors, conscious in the corner of her eyes of the other shoppers in the entryway. "They're eating it up," said the voice in her ear. "Especially the women." Sara's whole body would have reddened if her skin was actually visible. She could feel the incredulous stares. She put on a confident smile and looked a young man in the eye. His gaze swung from her amazing breasts to her face, then quickly, studiously away in embarassment.

She took her time looking for the rice. It was on the bottom shelf, but nobody was there to see her bend down and get it. She sighed, put it in her basket and went on. On her way to the cereal, a lanky teenager in a store worker's uniform came towards her hurrying in the other direction. As he came near, his gaze swung to her and she could see his urgent errand evaporating from his mind. He stopped in his tracks and flushed a bright red. He couldn't have been more than seventeen. Sara folowed his gaze, and they stood there for a few seconds, both staring at her olive breasts.

They were really quite nice.

Sara suddenly knew what she had to do. She looked up at the kid and smiled, faintly, putting on her best Italian accent. "Excuse me sir," she said.

There was about a second before the boy wrenched his gaze away to look her in the eyes. "Umm, how can I help you, maam?" His face was a caricature of shame.

She smiled reassuringly at him to make him more comfortable. "Yes, I'm looking for the olive oil. Can you help me find it?"

"Sure thing." He led her to the aisle, walking stiffly. She realized he was probably trying to hide his erection. That gave her a warm, fuzzy feeling inside. "Here it is. The olive oil's right here, on the top shelf."

"Ah! Thank you," she said, realizing that she'd have to stretch to reach it. Before he could stop her, she reached up to grab it. She had to stand on her tip toes to reach that high, and she could feel her boobs rising in her dress.

"Do you want me to let them go?" asked the voice in her ear. She gave her head a tiny shake, but kept reaching for the handle. Her breasts moved upwards and out of her bodice, but they didn't expose themselves: the nipples themselves somehow caught under the neckline, holding it up as she stretched. She knew her areolae must be visible. It must have looked as if they were about to come free any moment. But she grabbed the oil, brought it back down, and put it in her basket, then turned to the store worker.

He'd obviously been staring at the unfolding crisis in her dress. He was beetfaced. After a few seconds of tense silence, Sara realized she needed to take the initiative. She went on: "Oh, one more thing, sir. Could you show me where is the breakfast cereal?"

He shook his head, forced himself back to his job. "Sure maam, right this way.." He led her shakily around the corner into the next aisle. He stopped halfway, then shook his head again and went on. Sara giggled to herself. "They're all through this aisle," he said.

She knew she had to choose one from the top shelf. She reached up and the boy tried to stop her. "Do you want me to get that for you, maam?"

"No, I can reach it. Thanks." She stood on her tiptoes again, reaching for the box of Cheerios on the top shelf. The higher she reached, the more her breasts tried to come free of the dress. Again the dress was hanging sheerly from her nipples. They bent under the weight of it, but against all reason it somehow held on. It was a ludicrous spectacle. She quickly, subtly nodded her head. She felt her nipples spring back into position, totally erect, as the dress fell away from her breasts, and her breasts, suddenly released, swang free in the air.

She pretended not to notice. The poor boy was bugeyed, staring at the two swaying globes hanging free. He straightened and turned resolutely around, looking the opposite direction. "Maam, I think you should cover up," he forced out. Her plan had been to fix her dress and pretend like nothing happened, but she realized that this kid would be fantasizing about her for weeks to come. She felt profoundly sorry just leaving him like this.

She made sure nobody else was watching, then walked up behind him and put a hand on his back. He tensed but didn't step away. She spoke softly, without accent. "Do you want to touch them?"

It took a second, but he slowly turned around. She smiled apologetically at him. He met her gaze and then stared down at her boobs. They shone with a golden sweat, reflecting the store's fluorescent lights, terminating in brown grape-sized nipples. She thrust them a little bit out towards him in silent invitation.

He reached out and clumsily grabbed them both at once. She felt his hands hefting her, squeezing her, his thumbs moving over her nipples. Her eyes closed, she let out a contented sigh, mainly for his benefit. After a few seconds, he suddenly jerked away and she opened her eyes. Another customer was wandering past the aisle. The kid was obviously petrified that they'd be noticed, but she covered up and the customer shuffled off without looking in their direction. She saw the total turmoil on the teenager's face and felt terrible. "I'm really sorry," she said to him. He could make no reply and stalked off to the produce section. Sara was by herself.

"That went well," said the voice in her ear.

"Sort of," she said.

"Are you kidding? You just gave that kid the time of his life."

"I guess so." She realized that she could have cost him his job. "I have to think more clearly next time."

"But that's no fun. Come on, I've got a surprise for you at the checkout."

"What is it?"

"No telling. I promise, you'll LOVE it."

She grabbed her shopping basket and proceeded to the front of the store. Thankfully she didn't have to go by produce - she couldn't face the kid again. A middle aged black woman was at the checkout in front of her. She had obviously seen Sara when she came in, because she was studiously ignoring her. There were a large amount of groceries in her cart, so Sara stood and waited in line. As she stood, her breasts began to feel a bit strange. She could tell that they were heating up. They began to swell imperceptibly, and it felt really good.

"Is this.." she began.

"Shh." came the voice in her ear.

The older woman finally finished and paid. Sara brought her groceries to the counter and said hello to the cashier, who was a girl in her early twenties. As she scanned Sara's groceries, the strange feeling in Sara's breasts intensified. It was as if prickly waves of heat were rolling through her, concentrated on her nipples. Suddenly it became intensely pleasurable. She felt a tingling in the tips of her breasts.

"Would you like paper or plastic today?" asked the nervous cashier.

"OHHH GODDDD---" moaned Sara, as hot milk began to spray from her nipples. The sensation was so amazing that she forgot where she was and began to knead herself in blind ecstasy. The torrent of milk increased, drenching her dress and spraying outward in streams, splattering the checkout counter and the horrified cashier with droplets of white. She was panting and exhausted when it finished. She looked around her.

No one moved in the whole store.

"Um, I'd like a plastic bag please," she said. The cashier looked as though she had just survived the siege at Normandy. Without speaking, she put Sara's groceries into a plastic bag and handed it to her. Sara took the bag and walked out of the store. Only when she was a couple blocks away, back in her usual form, only when her frantic heartbeat had slowed, did she realize that she hadn't paid for anything.

Chapter III

When she got home, Sara was absolutely euphoric. She couldn't remember a time when she was so nervous as she had been in the grocery store, but no matter what happened she had known that she was totally safe. She could do the most outrageous things, engineer impossibly kinky situations, pull them off - in public - with audacious grace, and she herself, Sara Pinter, would never be found out, would always be hidden by her perfect disguise. It gave her the most astounding sense of freedom. She stopped in the doorway, alone with her groceries, and ran her hands up and down the body that was hers and not hers. There were a thousand directions to go from here.

The evening wind blew around her in through the door. The voice in her ear had been quiet on the way back, but now whispered to her. "Let's go up to your room."

Sara paused for a moment in the fading light, then walked quietly down the hall, up the stairs. She could see light under some of her housemates' doors. Muffled conversation seeped into the hall, but faded again after she passed by. She got her keys from her pocket - she realized she had no idea what the shapeshifter had done with them during her visit to the store, the dress had had no pockets - and unlocked her door.

Her room was long and skinny, with her bed at the end and her desk closer to the door. It was at the western corner of the house, and the high windows let her see a small section of the glowing horizon. The room was a dusky blue in the evening light, the outlines of objects sharply clear. She didn't need to turn on the light.

She kicked her shoes off, then realized that there really wasn't any need to do that now. She laughed to herself, expecting a playful rebuke from the voice in her ear. But there was only silence and the soft noise of her breathing. The carpet felt frizzy between her toes.

She felt a sliding in her crotch.

"That's new," she said, and waited for the voice's response. None came. Instead the sliding continued. Flesh slid slowly, carefully over lubricated flesh. She put her hand down there to feel what was going on. A lump was growing under her pants. When she touched it, she trembled. She could feel every one of her fingers through her jeans. It was inconceivably sensitive. It slowly slid out of her, pushing against the fabric.

She rubbed it softly with her index finger and a zing shot through her from her hair to her toes. The tightness against her pants was slowly building. A little wet spot was beginning to appear on her jeans. She took a deep breath, put her hand around the lump and squeezed.

Her vaginal muscles convulsed. Inches of the shaft were suddenly pushed out of her. The sudden pressure made her want to die - until the metal button on her jeans snapped off, the fly ripped open and the head of her penis emerged.

It was shiny and engorged, as big around as a pear. Her own fluids coated it and made it shimmer in the evening light, reflecting the orange horizon and the distant yellow streetlights. Her urethra was the slightest bit open, and a clear fluid was slowly oozing out. The shaft of her penis continued to slide out of her body. It wasn't coming from her vagina, but from a spot right above it, facing bravely forward. As it came out, her muscles convulsed again and again, not in orgasm but from some weird necessity, pushing it out inches at a time.

Finally her penis was entirely revealed. It had a good length of a bit less than two feet, its solid girth much too thick to get one hand around. It was ridiculous, and it twitched up and down, sending little packets of excited morse code through her nervous system. It shone in the dark, moist and reflective, jutting out of her right through her wide-open fly. The voice in her ear didn't say a word.

Sara moved from side to side and felt it rigidly swaying around. Her entire body was aware of every movement in the shaft. She brought her right hand down and grasped it, to the extent that she could. It was slick and hot, and her hand felt cool on it. She grabbed it with both hands. She had never thought that there would be this churning, tingling sensation suffusing her, just from having it erect. Whenever she touched it, it felt like a little spray of sparks.

She began to explore it thoroughly. She had had two boyfriends, but she had only had sex with the last one. His had been a respectable six inches, but it didn't hold a candle to the colossus now jutting from her groin. The tight skin slid easily over engorged, ridged chambers of blood, the urethra like a small garden hose hidden under the skin on the underside. The base was a clean join, without any hint that it had just emerged from within. Pushing it to the side produced a crisp tension in its root. It twitched when she touched it.

She could not catch the moment when her awed exploration turned into a gentle stroking. She found that her hands, grabbing it together, were traveling slowly up and down the shaft. It felt so good. A warm, happy feeling seemed to seep out of her bones. Somehow it stayed perfectly lubricated, the skin slipping through her fingers. She stroked it up and back, up and back, her entire body feeling that warm excitement growing like a slowly brightening lamp. This time, when she reached the top she cradled the head of the penis in between her hands. It was hot, slick and supremely sensitive. Letting her rhythm pause for a second, she grasped it slightly tighter. The warmth in her body gained a zing of electric intensity. She resumed stroking, each time at the top caressing the amazingly sensitive head, the sheer energy tensing her stomach and making her curl shudderingly inwards in time with her strokes.

There was a wave building inside her. She was like a surfer paddling through the ocean. The first swells lifted her up and down. She stood on her board. The surface of the ovean began to tilt. She leaned forward and began to coast down the shallow trough of the wave. It built and built behind her. She could feel the raw power of the wave under her feet. She leaned in and shot along the looming wall of water, water rushing under her. The top of the wave began to show a crown of white, curling over above her head, about to tip, about to crash down, about to grab her in a blinding rush of whiteness.

She stroked faster now, roughly handling the sensitive head of her penis, sending her grasping hands up and down the immense length. She felt the urethral slit in the very tip, a whole inch wide, still oozing a constant stream of lubricant. She plunged her finger down inside, a much tighter fit than ever in her vagina, removed it, kept stroking, never pausing in her rhythm, sending her hands up and down, her fingers in and out, oozing with clear fluid. The reverbrating, electric, tangy warmth within her escalated to a fever pitch. A golden, sparkling light seemed to fill her overloaded mind. The mighty wave crashed all around her.

She spasmed with every muscle in her entire body. Thick white goop shot out of her, splattering all over the wall, all over her pictures, her bed. The second convulsion followed on the heels of the first, more and more spurting out of her penis, her urethra stretching to contain it all, dilated by the white torrent. The spasms came again and again and again, her giant amounts of come blue in the fading light, spraying onto the ceiling, pouring out all over the thick carpet. When she was finally done, she was covered in sticky, hot whiteness, her room dripping with thick cords of the stuff.

She lay in her own come, in the dark, and caught her shuddering breath. She was entirely limp, her mind undone, unable to focus on any one thought. Slowly, slowly, she pulled herself back together. She felt in some way safe lying there in the warm goop. Every few seconds she heard a "plop" as a drop of the stuff dripped off of the ceiling. The room was now dark as night. She pulled herself up, not even caring about the come coating her, and turned the lights on.

Her room was a mess of white. The papers on her desk were splattered with ropes of it, her computer was adrift in a thick white snowbank, her pictures knocked off of the wall by the sheer force of the spray. She must have come at least ten gallons. She realized there was no way to clean it up and nothing she could say to explain to her housemates what had happened. Her huge penis hung half-engorged from her crotch, still dripping a bit.

But wait, she thought. I'm not the only one here.

"Hey," she called softly. There was total silence for a second or two. Suddenly the tip of her penis tingled a bit and dried up. "Oh, okay," said Sara, nonplussed. Then something began to happen. The atmosphere in the room changed slightly. The white goop that was splattered across the closed door fell on the floor. The ceiling gradually let all of its pearly load fall to the ground. White receded from her matress, seeped out from under books and between papers, leaving them totally dry. Sara's come collected, flowing in pearly, viscous waves, gathering in the center of the room in prodigious volume. It piled up upon itself, then took shape. The girl from earlier today stood there, wearing dry gray T-shirt and jeans, smiling her little head off.

"Did you like it?" she grinned, leaning down to give Sara a little squeeze.

Sara looked down. Her clothes were gone, and her body was the only thing in the room still glistening with her come. She was blushing, partly because she was naked, covered with semen, and bearing a huge penis, and partly because she had been so deep into the experience that she had almost totally forgotten that the entire thing was engineered for her benefit by this grinning little girl. "It was incredible. You are incredible. I can't believe you did all that."

The girl smiled, put out her hand and ran a finger along Sara's side, gathering a small sample of white goo. She popped it into her mouth, savored it for a bit and swallowed. "Mmm, delicious. You should try some." Sara hesitated for a moment, then sucked on her sticky fingers. Her come was absolutely succulent. It tasted like salt-water taffy, slightly sweet, richly creamy. To think that something like that could come out of her - it was unbelievable. She had to keep reminding herself that the girl in front of her, the skin surrounding her own body, her incredible penis, the pearly strings of semen covering her, she now saw, beautifully, were all facets of the same being.

"It tastes great. I just ate a piece of you, didn't I."

"Yep. I can feel it in your stomach." The girl walked up and put her hand beneath Sara's breasts. Sara felt a slight movement inside her. "Sara, I'm having the greatest time with you today. I've never done this before. It's sort of strange--" The girl broke off. "It's weird, but I have the best time when you're just acting normal. It was great what we did in the store, but I can do that stuff whenever I want. It's being a part of your life that turns me on the most. I like being a part of you." The girl turned her slender body away from Sara and stretched lazily back. Her T-shirt hiked up, revealing a few inches of her slender torso. Sara could feel her penis filling with blood again, rising to rigid attention in the air between them. "I like giving you pleasure."

The girl turned around and knelt on the floor in front of Sara. Her head was right on the level with the swaying tip of Sara's penis. She gazed at it reverently, and leaned in close to the head. She planted a little kiss right in front of the urethral opening. A little shock zipped up Sara's spine. "Wait, wait," said Sara. "I can't do this with a little kid." Her penis throbbed.

"Shh," said the child. She put both her hands at the base of Sara's penis. "This thing is mine. I can do what I want with it." The girl expertly moved her hands along Sara's shaft. She laid her mouth on Sara's head and began to lick along the little fold of skin that connected the head with the underside of the shaft. Sara softly moaned. The girl unerringly found the most sensitive parts of the penis and gently, so gently, licked and flicked and nipped, causing small convulsions to travel wonderfully up and down Sara's body. Sara brought her arms to her chest and closed her eyes. The girl's ministrations to her penis became her whole world, a flickering constellation of delicate sensation. She found Sara's forekin bunched up tight under the lip of the head and carefully pinched and stretched it. She ran her slightly rough tongue along that groove. Sara recognized the feeling of her orgasm slowly, slowly building again.

The girl opened her mouth wide and planted it on the head of Sara's penis, encompassing her frenulum and urethral opening. Sara gasped in surprise. The girl sucked and licked, massaging Sara's shaft, slowly increasing in intensity. Sara opened her eyes and looked down at the girl. She glanced hack up at Sara, her eyes smiling, her mouth filled with Sara's penis. Sara put her hand on the girl's head and caressed her hair. She winked, and as Sara watched, opened her mouth even wider, and sucked in the entirety of Sara's bright red head. A groan issued from the bottom of Sara's lungs. It felt like her head was being licked from all sides at once. The girl slowly sucked on it like a giant popsicle as she pulled it back out of her mouth, then put the entire pear-sized head back in, obviously relishing the taste and texture, running her hands faster along Sara's thick shaft. Without warning, she suddenly stuck her long tongue down through Sara's urethra. Sara grabbed the girl's hair in both hands and cried out. Not knowing what was going to happen made the sensations from her penis so much more intense.

The girl disengaged and held Sara's cock in her hands. It was again oozing a clear lubricant. The girl squeezed a handful of it out and spread it all along the shaft, coating the entire organ. Sara was breathing heavily. She could feel her orgasm approaching again with a fierce urgency. The girl spread another handful of lubricant onto her penis, making it twitch. "Whoa there," said the girl. "Keep it under control."

The girl stood up, leaving Sara's cock red and throbbing. Sara breathed deep, unsteady breaths. Her arousal lost none of its burning pitch. The girl slowly removed her T-shirt, baring her young torso. She had almost no breasts, but her nipples were like the tips of her little pinky fingers. They were erect. The girl unzipped her jeans and took them off as well. She was wearing no underwear. Her body was extremely slight and compact. She ran her hands up and down herself and softly moaned. Sara's breath caught and her penis turned a slightly darker shade of red. For some reason she was incredibly turned on by this girl.

The girl took Sara's hand and led her over to the bed. She smiled hugely at Sara and crawled onto the bedsheet, presenting her slender ass to Sara, waving it playfully back and forth. She opened her legs, revealing the cutest little pink slit of a vagina, and a couple inches away the little button of her anus. Sara looked at her gigantic red engine of a penis. The head alone dwarfed the girl's vagina. She hesitated, feeling silly and nervous, standing by the bed with her penis throbbing in time with her heartbeat.

The girl shook her ass back and forth. "Pleeease," she said plaintively, "I need you." Sara walked up and put her hands on the girl's hips. The skin was totally smooth, and her hands were only a few inches apart, encircling a good part of the girl's slender waist. She laid her penis in between the girl's cheeks and drew it back, placing the slick head against the girl's pretty labia. She could hear the girl's quick breaths.

Waves of heat rolled off of her angry cock. The girl grabbed the bedsheet tightly in her hands. Sara began to push.

At first nothing happened. It was like pushing up against a delicate fleshy wall. But Sara began to push harder. She could feel the lips of the girl's vagina slowly spread open. The girl gasped. There was no room for her cock to enter, but she kept pushing, using more and more force. Suddenly, her head slipped in all at once. The tight warmth of that little cave was amazing. The girl's breath came in hiccups. Sara pulled her slowly down onto her cock. It was agonizingly slow, but the lubricant coating her let her keep pushing in, inch by inch. She could actually feel the girl's waist distend as her penis passed through. The girl cried out in a shuddering wail, and Sara stopped, not knowing if she had hurt her. Half of Sara's cock was now inside the girl. Her abdomen was impossibly stretched. Unable to speak, the girl began to wriggle and push back, in a futile effort to impale herself further.

Sara took a deep breath. The inside of the girl's vagina was so hot. It pressed in on her from all sides. The contractions of the girl's muscles squeezed in time with the throbbing of Sara's own heart. She began to push again. The girl's vagina extended impossibly far into her torso. Looking at the girl's back, Sara realized that the tip of her cock must be somewhere around her stomach. And yet she kept going, stretching the girl's flesh deep inside her body. The girl's moans came rhythmically now, and she twisted back and forth. Finally, Sara's penis was entirely inside. Sara felt the girl's body gripping her cock. She ran her hands along the girl's torso, feeling the lump of her penis through the girl's flesh. Her head was surely almost between the girl's breasts, under her rib cage. She could feel the girl's lungs on either side, taking shuddering breaths.

Sara began to pull out. Her lubricated cock slid easily, slipping out through the girl's tight body. She held the head against her pussy again. The girl whimpered in anticipation. Sara thrust her cock back into the girl, ramming it to the hilt. The girl screamed. Sara could feel every convulsion of the girl's body, squeezing and twisting her dick inside her. She began to set up a rhythm, pulling entirely out only to force herself violently back in, again and again. She grasped the girl's legs and lifted her off the bed, thrusting in over and over again, filling her entirely up, feeling every one of the girl's breaths. Sara was moaning too, the power of her orgasm beginning to fill her, the rich tangy need of it emanating out from her groin.

She fell over the edge. Pulling the girl in sharply, she felt the hot come flowing through her penis, the girl's muscles suddenly squeezing her in rolling waves, coaxing spurt after spurt of semen from Sara's cock. There was much more come than could possibly fit inside the girl's body, and with the small part of her mind that wasn't totally given over to her marvelous ejaculation she wondered where it was going. The girl rolled over, twisting around Sara's spasming penis. Her breasts were as big as cantaloupes, swelling even more with each load of come, quickly reaching the amazing proportions of earlier that afternoon and surpassing them. Lost in ecstasy, the girl kneaded her gigantic breasts, pushing them together and pulling them apart, her back arching and her boobs jiggling with each of Sara's convulsions.

It was too much for Sara to resist. Before she was done, she pulled her cock out and shoved it in between the girl's breasts. The girl pushed her soft boobs firmly on either side of Sara's cock. Sara shot her last two loads of come all across the girl's face and hair, splattering on the wall behind the bed. The girl looked absolutely beautiful, her eyes closed in bliss, her mouth open in an ecstatic smile, hot strings of semen covering her face. Sara had no more strength left. She collapsed on top of the girl, laying her head on a beautiful, soft, warm breast, her hand sticky with come, laid over the girl's slender stomach and on her other breast.

She was surrounded by warmth and love. She breathed in time with the girl's contented, equally exhausted breaths. She began to drift off into sleep. In her hazy thoughts, one last idea congealed.

"I.. I just realized.. I don't know your name..."

The answer came in a whisper. "Embel."

***

Sara's eyes opened. She was wearing her most comfortable pajamas. It was still dark out, and she had a long time before she had to wake up. She seemed to be alone again. She twisted under the covers. Embel must have tucked her in and turned off the light. She looked around and saw that her room was clean, no trace left of the incredible time they had had hours before. She smiled, sunk her head down into her pillow, and went back to sleep.