A commission from one of my awesome Patrons. Standard disclaimer applies: this story contains graphic depictions of erotic scenarios, so act accordingly! All characters are over eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life individuals or situations is entirely coincidental. Copyright Fidget, 2024. All rights reserved. Enjoy!
The Contagious Cock
by Fidget
Chapter 1
I saw her staring at me from across the bar. Normally I wouldn't pay any attention to another woman, but she had such an intense look in her eyes, almost a hunger, as she stared at me, that I couldn't help but take notice. I was used to being stared at like that by horny guys, but this was the first time I'd seen that expression on the face of a girl.
I continued nursing my drink, intermittently glancing back over at her, and the look in her eyes eventually shifted to one of internal conflict, biting her lip almost as though she were fighting with herself about something. Apparently the side that was attracted to me won out, because her almost predatory hunger returned with a vengeance, and she stood up and began walking over.
By this point I was already slightly weirded out, but I had plenty of experience rejecting overly enthusiastic suitors of the masculine persuasion in the past, and so it never occurred to me that I should be worried.
She sat down and introduced herself as Angie, and though she didn't say anything to the effect, it was immediately clear from the way her eyes traveled up and down my body that she was powerfully attracted to me. If anything she was eyeing me like a piece of meat, like she couldn't care less about who I was as a person as long as she got to use me for sex. I was polite in my responses to her questions, but tried to make it as clear as I could that I didn't feel the same way about her.
We made small talk for a few minutes, with me continuing to give subtle hints that I wanted to be left alone, and with the banality of her conversation confirming that she only wanted me for my body. It would have been flattering if not for the uncomfortable intensity of her interest; I knew that my physique was pretty nice for a twenty-one year-old college student, slender with my big C-cup breasts and wide hips, and I was showing off quite a bit of skin this evening in my short skirt and skimpy, low-cut top, but it was a bar for goodness sake, and I was enjoying looking a little slutty.
Angie herself was petite and cute to an exaggeratedly girly degree that contrasted so sharply with her current predatory demeanor that it almost gave me whiplash. A few minutes later, in fact, I noticed that she had put a hand down her pants, and was moving it around almost like she was touching herself. This clearly crossed the line, and I was preparing to put my foot down and end the conversation when she abruptly withdrew her hand and reached over and placed it on the bare skin of my arm. I felt a brief sensation of cool, slimy wetness, but before I had a chance to be grossed out or to get angry with her, my skin began to tingle pleasantly where she had touched me. The tingle quickly grew in intensity, and within seconds my thoughts began to get all warm and fuzzy as well.
"Wh-what was that?" I stammered, but by this point I had started to notice just how wonderful and attractive my admirer was. Somehow I had developed an instant crush on this woman who only seconds ago had been making me uncomfortable, and my fascination with her was only getting stronger by the second. My face flushed, and I realized that I was starting to get turned on. Oddly, however, rather than being alarmed by this new development, I found myself growing calmer and more comfortable with the petite cutie's presence, and just sat back and enjoyed the warm, pleasant glow of my infatuation and the exciting tingle of my arousal. A certainty began to settle over my mind that everything was fine, that nothing bad could happen to me while I was with her.
"I'm sorry! I just couldn't resist anymore!" I dimly heard the gorgeous vixen say in an apologetic, half-pained voice that contrasted sharply with the dominance of her behavior up to this point. I smiled understandingly as I marveled at her cute button nose, at the perfection of her beautiful face, framed by soft locks of brown hair that grew more luscious in my eyes by the second. I wasn't exactly sure what she was apologizing for - in fact I was becoming more and more certain by the second that this wonderful goddess was incapable of wrongdoing - but I was sure that whatever it was, my Angel would make it all ok.
I didn't realize that I had turned to face her and was leaning in toward her body, but I was suddenly glad that I hadn't worn a bra as my stiff nipples brushed against hers through our thin tops, both of us shivering at the erotic contact, and then the dam broke: Angie's thin arms reached out and wrapped possessively around me, and I let myself sink into her safe, inviting embrace. My soft curves pressed tightly up against hers, breasts and thighs squished together in delicious contact as my fuzzy head sank into bliss. All was right in the world.
This wonderful new equilibrium couldn't last forever though. Angie's embrace was too insistent, too charged with an inexplicably powerful sexual desire for me that had only grown as I succumbed to her charms, and soon I felt her small hands exploring my body, cupping my perky tits and gripping my tight ass where it rested on the barstool, and I shivered again as my Angel moaned her naked desire for me into my ear.
I was incredibly flattered at how badly she wanted me, and, knowing how undeserving I was of her divine attentions, I eagerly followed when she grabbed my hand and led me to the back of the dive bar. I would have followed her anywhere; by this point my generous chest that she'd been staring at all night was practically bursting with the love and adoration I felt for my Angel. My hand began to tingle where the hand that had been down her pants touched it, and I felt myself sink even further into worshipful adoration.
As she opened the door to the dirty bathroom, all I could think about was how lucky I was to have found her, and how thankful I should be for the opportunity to give my new soulmate the physical intimacy that she clearly craved. I giggled drunkenly when she locked the door behind us, and determined that I was going to do whatever I could to make her as happy as her mere presence made me.
Knowing exactly what my Angel wanted from me, I took the initiative and smoothly pulled my top down without hesitation, allowing the twin bulges of my creamy breasts and hard, pink nipples to bounce out into the cool air of the dirty bathroom. I smiled as I reached my hands up to cup them, offering myself to her fully and unreservedly.
I watched, delighted, as the hunger in her eyes grew even stronger as she stared at my naked breasts. I recalled the strange reluctance that she had shown a few minutes earlier to giving in to her lust for me, and I determined to overcome this resistance by any means I could - I had to make myself so irresistible to my Angel that she would have no choice but to use me the way I knew she wanted to. I wanted her to fuck me, I wanted to sate that hunger in her eyes by selflessly sacrificing my body on the altar of her pleasure. I just loved her so much!
My fears, as it turned out, were unfounded - my Angel quickly gave in to her sexual urges, and we lost no time getting down to business. I traced my hands down her heavenly torso as she unzipped her strangely baggy jeans, but when my hands reached her hips, planning to reach inside and caress her delicate womanhood, they unexpectedly bumped into a thick, powerful shaft hanging from her pelvis that twitched from the contact as it continued to rise and harden. Honestly, I would have thought its size comically disproportionate to the rest of her petite body if I'd been able to think of Angie as anything other than perfect in every way, but, rather than be put off by this unexpected turn of events, I instead felt myself practically gush with newfound arousal. Of course my Angel had a cock! She was the perfect woman for me, so of course she would be able to fill me up perfectly as well.
I delicately ran my hands up an down her prodigious length as it throbbed in obvious pleasure, and when I reached the tip, I noticed that it was already oozing large amounts of my darling's thick, gooey precum. My hands began to tingle with added pleasure as I lovingly massaged the viscous liquid around her swollen cockhead, and I looked up into her face, suddenly full of a new desperation to bring my Angel pleasure by any means necessary.
From the look in her eyes I could tell that she desired something much more intimate from me than just a handjob, and I was more than willing to give it up to her. I pulled my skirt further up my waist, revealing my thighs and the skimpy thong between them barely covering my swollen, aroused labia. I only hoped that my body was good enough for her - I wanted to please her so badly.
My worry was completely unwarranted, of course, and as soon as my scantily clad mound came into view, my Angel's eyes locked onto it and she let out a low, involuntary moan. Her grasping hands reached out to grip and squeeze my hips and torso as she pulled me toward herself. Her dick got even harder, if that were possible, as its slick length slid up against my flat stomach, leaving a trail of tingly slime there as well, and I flushed with pleasure at the thought that my enchantress would soon be shoving that monster up inside me.
I winked as I reached down to pull my thong to one side, exposing my tight, neatly-trimmed little pussy to the insistent probing of her massive cock. My Angel immediately moved her thick rod into position, and I leaned back against the sink to give her access, fully opening myself to her without hesitation.
"Oh god, I'm sorry, but I just can't help it! It feels too good!" she gasped one final time, but she didn't stop. I preened at the compliment even as I slid my soaked pussy onto the tip of her cock, causing my Angel's eyes to glaze over with mindless lust as her member throbbed, oozing even more of her oddly copious precum between my labia. The thick goo immediately triggered a strong, pleasurable tingling sensation at my entrance, which would have caused me to instinctively slide her further inside myself even if I hadn't already planned to get thoroughly and deliciously fucked.
She pressed herself harder against my torso, clearly desperate to be inside me; I lowered myself to meet her without hesitation, humbled that my Angel was trusting me with such an intimate part of herself, and her massive cock began to slowly slide, inch by wonderful inch, up into my tight embrace. As her precum-covered cockhead squeezed itself along the slick walls of my vagina it left a trail of tingly pleasure in its wake, lighting my body on fire with arousal and driving me to take as much of her into myself as I could.
My Angel finally bottomed out a few seconds later, and even though I was stuffed with far more cock than I'd ever thought possible, at least three inches of her monster were left outside my body, thick and veiny and throbbing with her lust for me. I would have just sat there and enjoyed the sensation of her filling my tingly, horny pussy for as long as she would have let me, but I'd learned enough about my insatiable Angel by now to know that she would only have one thing on her mind now that she was inside.
Sure enough, she immediately withdrew, shuddering with the intensity of my grip on her sensitive shaft, and I gazed beatifically up into her beautiful eyes as they narrowed with single-minded intensity and she thrust herself back inside. I moaned in encouragement - not that she was paying any attention to me whatsoever by this point, of course, but that was perfectly fine. I understood that my Angel was special, and that her body had powerful urges that only my soft, feminine pussy could relieve; I was just happy that she had chosen me of all people to be the one to relieve them, even if that meant that she only viewed me as a glorified cocksleeve with above-average tits. It didn't hurt that my own pussy was on fire with desire too, and that I needed her cock back inside me almost as badly as she did.
Her pace began to pick up, and she gripped my hips tightly as she continued to mindlessly shove her cock into me. I could tell how much pleasure I was bringing her; her perfect member was so large that I could clearly feel every inch of it, twitching and flexing in my tight grip, and I silently urged her arousal higher and higher, knowing how badly my poor Angel needed to cum, and needing to help her do so as quickly as I could.
I noticed that her eyes were locked onto my breasts as they bounced and jiggled each time she slammed herself into me, and my heart almost burst with warmth and happiness at the pleasure my soft, feminine body was bringing hers. I felt perfectly comfortable and secure in her insistent coital embrace, and I knew that the sensation of her uncomfortably large cock stretching out my cunt over and over again was a beautiful physical symbol of our eternal, unbreakable spiritual connection. She was mine and I was hers, forever.
This was destiny, this was right, and I knew that whatever consequences came from having her cum filling my unprotected pussy, I could trust my Angel to take care of me and keep me safe. I knew that she would never do anything to hurt me.
Just at that instant her body tightened up and her pace slowed - it was finally happening! I was fulfilling my purpose! I watched her eyes widen and turn glassy where they were locked onto my breasts as that final, decisive urge took control of her body, and I felt her cock thickening within me one final time. Nothing could prevent what was about to happen. I couldn't wait.
I've never been happier in my life than I was that moment when my Angel shared that most intimate sensation with me, when I finally felt her lose control and begin filling me up with the sticky, liquid love that came pouring out of her cock in powerful spurts. I waited, blissfully passive and patient as she continued to pump inside me, wanting her to squeeze every possible ounce of pleasure from her release. I watched with gentle affection as my Angel kept cumming, her eyes now mindless and empty as her body obeyed its primal urge to fill my willing receptacle with as much of her essence as she could.
When my lover finally came down from the intoxicating, instinctive heights of her orgasm, I greeted the consciousness returning to her lovely brown eyes with a soft smile of my own. Now that she was done we had so much to discuss, so much to tell each other, our entire lives together to plan, but even as she slid her perfect cock out of me I felt myself growing oddly drowsy and, if it were possible, even more pacified than I already had been.
Unable to bring myself to act, I watched with a dreamy smile as she hid her wonderful, shrinking cock away in her baggy jeans and prepared to leave. I still loved her, of course, and I was glad of the pleasure I had brought her, but all of a sudden I only cared about finding a safe place to curl up and drift off...
"I'm really sorry about this," she said again. I smiled sleepily to let her know how happy I was, and her expression was a confusing jumble of guilt and wistful lust as she looked my exposed body up and down one final time in the dark of the dirty bathroom, and then she swept out the door, clearly eager to leave the scene of our coupling as quickly as possible. The last I ever saw of my Angel was her beautiful hair whirling in the wind of the swinging bathroom door as she fled.
A minute or so later I walked out of the bathroom in a daze, warm and happy and eager to get home so that I could sleep. Angie was nowhere to be seen.
I hadn't cared enough to pull up my top or pull down my skirt, and so as I walked through the crowded bar patrons openly stared at my plump, naked breasts and exposed pussy. My love's warm, oddly soporific cum dripped between my legs with each step.
I managed to get home without incident, snuck past my family into my bedroom, and immediately fell into the deepest sleep I had ever experienced.
The next morning I was dragged unwillingly into wakefulness by an intense, pleasurable throbbing sensation coming from between my legs. Looking down, I was surprised to see what appeared to be a large lump under the covers above my crotch; I whipped the blanket off, and was greeted with the unexpected sight of an enormous, erect phallus rising up from below my skirt, which was still hiked up around my waist from the night before.
It was almost like I was wearing a strap-on, except for the fact that it was fully engorged with my own blood, twitching visibly with each heartbeat, and every few seconds I felt an odd urge to tighten muscles I didn't even know I had, causing my new dick to visibly throb into the air and sending sparks of addictive pleasure popping inside my head.
What the heck is going on? I tried to think back to the previous night, which was surprisingly difficult with the sensations from my insistent new member flooding into my brain, but finally it all came back: my Angel... er... Angie, and everything that had gone on between us. How I'd somehow become completely infatuated with her after she'd come over to me at the bar, even though I'd initially been weirded out by her behavior. How I had then followed her back to the bathroom without a second thought and begged her to fuck me...
...And she had had a cock as well! I suddenly remembered. It was too much of a coincidence - Angie must have something to do with my current... condition.
My memories got a bit fuzzy toward the end of our lovemaking session, but I did remember that I had been doing all that I could to convince Angie to cum inside me completely unprotected, and her blank, animalistic stare as her pace had increased suggested to me that she had very likely done so. Maybe that was what had caused me to grow this monster of my own!
I thought back once again to my complete willingness to please Angie as my unfamiliar new appendage continued to twitch and strain above my torso, almost like it had a mind of its own. I'd never noticed being attracted to women before, but I was certain that I'd never crushed on someone so hard in my life as I had last night - it was like my entire being had been subsumed in a sudden, visceral need to do anything I could to bring Angie pleasure, and especially sexual pleasure. The urge was so overwhelming that I was incapable of even the thought of resisting - as soon as I had fallen under whatever spell it was that my petite lover had cast, it was already a foregone conclusion that I would end up with a pussyful of her lady-cum, especially with how badly she seemed to want to give it to me.
That was the other weird thing about what had happened between us - with how attracted to me Angie was, why had she seemed so reluctant to have sex with me? Apologetic even. Maybe she already knew that fucking me like that would give me a cock? But if that was the case, and she wasn't purposefully planing to pin a penis to my pelvis, why hadn't she just let me go...? (The penis on my pelvis gave another deliciously pleasurable throb, briefly distracting me from my musings, and I knew I'd have to return my full attention to it eventually.)
Still, even if I had known that sex with Angie would infect me with her dick, I knew that in my enraptured state I would have insisted without a second thought that she cum inside me anyway. Maybe Angie took my enthusiasm as consent but still felt bad about it? Either way, she seemed to have really enjoy fucking me, and I had done all I could to make sure she enjoyed herself as much as possible.
My all-consuming infatuation with Angie was completely gone now, of course, now that it was far too late and I had already let her fill me up with magical dick juice. Maybe whatever she had done to me had just temporarily turned me into a slut, so that I wouldn't be able to resist letting her cum inside me?
Either way, of course, I had given my "Angel" exactly what she had wanted in the end, willingly and enthusiastically, and this morning I was clearly suffering the consequences of my night of impulsive lesbianism. I gingerly reached down and touched my unfamiliar new phallus, and felt my abdominal muscles clench again as it throbbed with deep and intoxicating pleasure at the contact. It was like no sensation I had ever experienced before - it was just so viscerally satisfying to feel this new extension of myself tense up along its entire length with a brand new flavor of physical arousal, one much more powerful and insistent than I was used to. I could literally feel the weight of it pulling on my pelvic floor muscles as it bulged away from my body with the sensation. I had an urge to do... something, but I wasn't sure what.
I touched it again, and this time it tolerated the contact without rocking me to the core with more of that raw, pulsing pleasure, so I gently wrapped my fingers partway around the shaft. It was surprisingly hard. Being a straight woman with a relatively high sex drive I'd experienced my share of boners on the receiving end, of course, but it was completely different feeling all of that rigid, unyielding meat hanging suspended from my own body.
I wrapped my hand further around the deceptive girth of the fleshy rod, but as soon as my fingers touched the soft, sensitive skin on the underside of my new shaft the whole thing unexpectedly bucked again, jerking out of my small hand entirely as my abdominal muscles involuntarily clenched, and my nervous system was flooded with such a burst of pleasure that my eyes rolled back into my head as I let out a low, exquisitely feminine moan.
My massive phallus finally landed back in my palm, and I had to grab it with my other hand as well to steady it. As soon as I did, of course, it bucked again, but this time I was ready, and I held on and rode out the pleasure, instinctively sliding my hands down the shaft to intensify the sensation.
God, it was so big and thick and veiny. It felt so... virile.
I slowly began to stroke, on purpose this time, exploring the textures of my bulging new member as it rewarded me for the stimulation with even more pleasure.
Soon after I began to stroke I noticed a thick, viscous fluid oozing from the tip. It quickly coated my dick as I continued to slide my hands along its turgid length through the fascination of this new development, and the addicting sensations tingling up my spine intensified in step with the growing slickness of my thick cock.
In the meantime it continued to drive itself between my small hands. By this point I found that couldn't seem to stop myself as my stroking became more intense - not that I'd ever want to stop with how good it all felt - and all of a sudden I felt an impending heaviness descend on me. My cockhead seemed to swell even larger and turn slightly purplish whenever it appeared between my slick fingers, barely a foot from my face, and my pelvis began to involuntarily press itself outward as the situation continued to spiral out of my control and the exquisite pleasure became more and more unbearable.
I knew what was happening, but now that it had started I couldn't seem to stop it, and so I continued to stroke feverishly with both hands as my cock began to involuntarily buck between them. Without warning I was smacked in the face by burst after burst of thick white ooze, erupting from my cock with surprising force as it pulsed between my teasing fingers. I was too lost in mindless pleasure to feel disgusted, or even surprised by this turn of events, and instead I just lay there, eyes blank and jaw slack, as I kept cumming and cumming on myself. Each spurt was slightly weaker than the last, and the heaving mounds of my naked breasts were coated just as thickly as my face was by the time my seemingly endless orgasm finally subsided.
I lay there motionless for a few seconds, recovering from what was by far the most intense sexual experience I'd ever had. Now that my sexual mania had left me, however, I was soon filled with belated feelings of surprise, confusion, and disgust as what had just happened to me finally began to sink in: I really did have a cock now, and once I had touched it I hadn't been able to stop stroking it until I had coated myself in a heavy load of my own cum.
Now that my horniness had been sated - for the time being at least - I wiped thick ejaculate from my eyes and examined myself more closely. It seemed that my clit had somehow grown into a dick, complete with a dickhole, and, as I had discovered firsthand, the ability to release a copious amount of semen. I was relieved to see that I still had a vagina, which tingled pleasurably with aftershocks of sexual sensation when I gently caressed my labia. At least that was still there and seemed to work like it should.
I finally pulled myself out of bed, leaving the soaked sheets as-is for the moment, stripped off my cum-saturated top and skirt from the night before, and went to take a shower. It took much longer than expected to get all the cum off of me - when you're a girl, no one ever tells you that as soon as semen hits hot water, it effectively turns to glue - and by the time I finally finished my new cock had already begun to thicken again from all of the physical contact of my hands washing it. Ok, maaaaybe I had given it a bit of extra attention while soaping up, but with how good it felt to touch, can you really blame me?
Anyhow, I watched, fascinated, as this brand new part of my body lengthened and hardened, entirely of its own volition. It seemed to get off on the attention as well, rising more quickly, and as it did so that odd urge to touch it began to rise in parallel. The temptation was so much stronger than I expected, even with what had happened in bed just a few minutes before, and by the time it was throbbing at full mast I had already begun stroking again, almost without realizing it. Within seconds that clear liquid began leaking from the tip once more, but as I continued to rub, my curiosity about this strangely eager precum was soon washed away by my growing pleasure, and shortly thereafter by my growing urge to cum.
I moaned deep and low as that new, irresistible quiver ran up my spine once again, and in a very unladylike manner I spread my legs, placed one palm on the wall in front of me, and leaned forward just in time to begin blasting burst after burst of my thick, viscous lady-goo across the clean glass wall of the shower.
It felt amazing. The entire process - from the tingly rush of my new cock starting to harden, to the urge to cum growing and asserting itself over me, to my mind kinda shutting off until the onset of the debilitating pleasure that came with covering whatever was in front of my cockhead in a thick layer of my new, gooey semen - all of it seemed specifically designed to ensure that I'd let myself cum as often as possible.
If this was what it was like for guys, I didn't blame them for jerking it every chance they got. Maybe this whole "having a cock" thing wasn't such a raw deal after all.
I ended up not leaving my room at all that entire Sunday, both because I didn't want my family to see what a freak I'd become, and because I couldn't seem to muster enough self control to stop pressing my exciting new pleasure button and jizzing like a firehose every few minutes.
By the next morning I seemed to have finally gained enough control over my urges to get ready for my classes at the local college. I found to my dismay that none of my underwear would fit over my cock, and that wearing pants or a skirt would come with their own sets of pros and cons: my pants would cover my cock completely, but they were all tight enough to show a bulge; on the other hand, I knew that my skirt would lift dangerously if I got an unwanted hardon, but otherwise it should hide my thick new trouser snake relatively effectively. I eventually went with the skirt, pulling it as high as I thought I could get away with to help hide the effect of any inopportune swellings. Either way, I knew that I needed to invest in some baggy jeans like Angie had been wearing as soon as possible.
When I finally came out of my room I saw that my mom and sister had already left, so I ate an enormous breakfast to make up for the day before, grabbed my bag, and tried to psych myself up to make it through what was sure to be a confusing day.
As I walked down the sidewalk I practiced keeping myself calm so as not to accidentally give my oversensitive dick another dangerously tempting erection.
I had no idea if it would ever go away, but I had already promised myself that, no matter what happened, I'd never do to another girl what Angie had done to me.
Upon arriving at campus, however, I immediately understood, to my horror, why poor Angie had seemed so torn even as she plunged her cock into my fully willing female body two nights before.
It seemed that along with my new phallus I had also somehow become intensely, viscerally, almost painfully attracted to every girl in sight, without exception. I tried to resist the new feelings flooding through me, but I was now involuntarily hyper-aware that each one of those temptingly feminine hotties had a tight, stimulating pussy hidden under their skimpy clothes, and I couldn't help but imagine how good it would feel to slide my sensitive new cock into every single one of them.
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