Waking Up With A Dick

When Olivia wakes up with a monster set of **** and ***** attached to her and her usual girl parts nowhere to be seen, she does what anybody would do. She takes it for a test drive. Things get a bit complicated, yet sweet, when her roommate Chloe wants in on the action and proves that not only does she love Olivia's new appendage, she's got the skillset to make the most of the opportunity.

Warning: this work of erotic fiction is 6,000 words and inteded for adults only. It contains explicit description of a chick with a mysterious and magical ****, a hot self-love session in front of a mirror, talented oral *** and finally two roommates who are probably more into each other than they realized slamming it home for a big finale.

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Her doppelganger stared back from the mirror, blue eyed and raven haired. She'd changed into a t-shirt and simply plopped down into bed after last night's clubbing, and it showed. The shirt was a throwback, a shirt from freshman year of high school that refused to fit now. It was tight over her breasts, her bellybutton peeking out from underneath the navy hem.

Olivia scratched again and washed her face, vaguely aware of a tensing in the triangle of flesh that led to her trimmed ****. She lifted the hem of her shirt and stared down at her panties. Last night she'd gone with a frilly cute thong laced in pink with a bow on the front. It was stretched this morning, a big lump of something making it tent.

She looked at her face in the mirror and tried to remember what had happened, how she could have possibly wound up with a ****, if that's what it was, between her legs. All that came to mind was a few drinks, dancing with her girlfriends and getting ****** by their upstairs neighbor during the cab ride home. A little something to write Penthouse Forum with.

Looking at herself in the mirror, she put a hand to her lips. They'd been kissing so hard at the club and on the way back that she'd swallowed his gum. It had been gum right? Would a guy be so ridiculous he'd risk swallowing a roofie just to pass it to a girl?

Olivia looked down in the mirror. Her **** was hard. She could feel it bound inside of her thong, pressed up against the thin cotton fabric and curling back toward her.

She poked at it and it twitched, making muscles clamp down inside of her *****. If she still had one, buried somewhere under the monster curled up inside of her underwear. Olivia poked again and it twitched again, the hard tensing of muscles between her thighs making it stand straight out.

Hesitantly, she peeled off her panties, catching the pink head of her new **** on the hem. It swung free as she dropped her thong down her thighs, bouncing heavily with her pubic triangle as a pivot point. There was a sprinkle of hair around the base. A thick, syrup like droplet of pre-*** hung like dew on a line of spider silk.
She looked down, honestly surprised by how big it was. When she wrapped two hands around it the pink head still stood out, beyond the fact that she couldn't touch her thumb to her middle finger if she circled it. Lifting it up, she gasped at the sight of her *****. Hairless, like she often shaved herself. They were big, the skin the same creamy peach as the rest of her skin.

Then she lifted them out of the way too. There was nothing between her legs. No pink, puffy swollen lips mirroring the arousal of her ****. No little pink button waiting to be uncovered and played with. Imagining her juicy, wet **** made her **** jump.