Growth

Cynthia[CS1] was sitting in her bedroom chatting with her friend, talking about how Melony's husband had been sick last night. Melony tended to him: cooked the special soup he likes and even slept on the couch to avoid catching whatever he had. Cynthia was following along, but kept fidgeting, shifting her weight back and forth, taking her hands out of the pockets of her hoodie for a moment, before snaking them back inside. She was sweating. She'd been wearing hoodies lately, despite the hot weather. Maybe she was sick? But she looked fine.

"Cyn, is something wrong?" Melony interrupted her own story.

Cynthia looked down, hands in her pocket. Her curled blonde hair cascading around her face. She looked up. "I need you to help me with something."

"Okay," Melony smiled. "What is it?"

"I was... I was able to take care of it at first, but now I can get it to go away anymore. And... I really think you could help, and you're the only person I think I can ask."

"That's fine, I'll help you. Just what is it?" Melony questioned.

Cynthia lifted her hoodie over her head, revealing a white t-shirt. Even on Cynthia's small frame it was tight. It traced her small breasts, and something else. In the middle of her torso, rising from her hips was a long and thick rod, veiled by the white cotton. It's girth jutted out from Cynthia's torso farther than her own breasts did. It was twitching. Cynthia laid her hoodie on the bed beside her and stared at her friend. There was a moment of silence. Cynthia gave a big sigh and lifted her t-shirt, revealing a long and girthy penis. It's head rising past the woman's belly button. More silence. Melony just stared at it for a moment. It was the biggest she'd ever seen. And the way it burrowed out of Cynthia's jeans made it irrefutable where it came from. It kept twitching nearly vibrating in time with Cynthia's heartbeat. Melony broke the silence.

"How? I mean... when did you grow a dick?"

Cynthia sighed again. "It's a very long story."

"How long have you had it?"

"A couple months. It started out small, but it keeps growing."

"Yeah, it's a huge dick." Melony was finally able to look away, and raise her gaze from the phallus, past her friend's bra, up to her face. It was bright red. Tears began to dew.

"I know, and it would get hard, and I would have to take care of it. And then it would grow, and it would get even harder." She lowered her head and closed her eyes. "And now I can't take care of it." She started choking.

"Oh, Cyn," Melony got up off the floor and hugged her friend. Cynthia grabbed her back. They had a moment. It was a strange sight: two women, one on the bed shirtless, the other on the floor. Hugging each other. Their embrace did manage to obscure the problem, but its presence was felt. Melony's boobs were big enough to make a pass with the member. But they kept their embrace. Melony started rocking her friend side to side. "What do you need me to do?"

"Would you, uh," Cynthia couldn't help but laugh thru her tears. "Would you make me cum?"

Melony had had the experience of a guy crying with his dick out asking the same question, but from her best friend, it inspired empathy. "Yeah Cyn, I can do that." She pulled away but kept her arms on her friend's shoulders. "What do you want me to do?"

"Would you... would you give me a blowjob? I think that would make me cum fast."

Melony furrowed her brow. "For free?" Cynthia laughed again. "Yeah, sure thing. How about you take your pants off? That'll make it easier." Melony grabbed the waist of her jeans and started shimmying them off. Cynthia leaned back on her bed to help them slide off. It reminded Cynthia of the first time a boy had taken her pants off. Soon Cynthia was sitting on her bed, with nothing put her bra and a wilted erection.

"Let's get this guy back to attention." Melony pushed Cynthia's legs apart and began messaging her thighs. It perked up. Melony brought her mouth close to it and ahhed hot breath onto the shaft and head. This brought it to full mast. Melony grabbed it with one hand and stuck her lips on the tip. It felt just like a regular, every-day dick. She opened her mouth and got to work, probing it with her tongue. She rubbed Cynthia's thigh with her free hand and swirled her tongue. She gave the shaft gentle strokes. It was a handful: Melony's fist didn't cover half of it. Melony took the head out of her mouth and looked up at her friend. Cynthia's neck muscles looked tight. "Are you doing okay?" Melony asked.

"Yeah, I'm doing fine. You're just really good at this. It feels awesome."

"Believe me, it gets better." Melony rubber her thumb across the seam of the underside of the head, summoning a shudder from Cynthia. "[CS2]This is how I caught my husband." She opened her mouth and began working in earnest. She took more this time, going past the head. She gave firm strokes, up the whole length of the shaft. She closed her eyes. Cynthia closed her eyes. Her best friend had listened to her problem and agreed to help with no hesitation. This was the best-case scenario. Cynthia tried to relax. Enjoy herself even. She had enjoyed masturbating, despite herself. Just her raw hand was enough to elicit an orgasm in the beginning. But as her penis grew, it became more demanding. She graduated to lube, and when it kept growing, she needed both hands to get herself off. This blowjob reminded her of masturbation; wet, and with two hands, but had the thrill of another person; the pleasure of a friend's friction. And Melony was doing her best. Cynthia realized with some embarrassment, that this was better than any blowjob she had given. But then she decided to feel lucky, given this was her first one. And grateful, considering who it was coming from.

She is too nice for this, Cynthia thought to herself. I don't know how I'm ever going to thank her.

Melony had thoughts in her head too, but they had to make way for the meaty guest. This is a lot of dick, she thought to herself. My mouth is full and that's only half of it. Melony relieved her mouth and instead made use of her tongue. She worked it up and down the shaft, making sure to get the whole thing glistening. Then she grabbed it with both hands and jerked it. She started sucking on the head with vigor. This made Cynthia lose her composure and moan. Loud, long-winded moans. Melony took the head out of her mouth and began assaulting the front of it with her tongue. This let her look up at Cynthia, who looked back down, her face red and sweating. Melony retracted for a moment. "Wanna cum in my mouth?"

"YeaaAAHH!" Cynthia couldn't hold it together for one syllable and nut. Melony caught the crescendo in her friend's yell and latched onto the head, just in time to receive. The first volley of cum splattered against the roof her mouth. It was a long rope, much more sustained than any of Melony's previous partners. There was half-second break before the next shot rang out, filling her mouth like she bit down on a laundry pod. But there was a third shot, now approaching a normal serving. Melony lowered her jaw while trying to keep a tight seal. After a few more aftershocks, and Cynthia was spent. Melony stayed in place for a moment, just surprised at how much cum was in her mouth. But Cynthia's penis almost immediately deflated and made a meek exit from her friend's flooded mouth. Melony brought her jaw back up and closed her eyes. She swallowed once and felt the thick load sludge its way down. There was still some left. It had been sitting on her tongue long enough that she could get a detailed taste. It was near flavorless, but a little... sweet, maybe? She swallowed again, taking all of it this time. It lazed down her gullet. She could feel it in her stomach. It was heavy, like she'd eaten a rich chocolate cake. She opened her eyes and saw her friend staring down at her. Melony opened her mouth and showed off its vacancy. "All gone," she said.

Cynthia gave out a noise between a moan and a sigh, and fell backwards onto her bed, still naked from the waist down, exposed and dangling. She spent a few moments breathing. Melony wiped her hand cross her mouth and dried it off on her jeans. She stayed kneeling for a moment, before standing up and looking down at Cynthia. "Feel any better?"

Cynthia looked up at her. "Yeah, I'm fine. That was just so intense. Thank you so much."

"Yeah, no problem." Melony couldn't help but look down at Cynthia's naked waist. She picked up her discarded pants and tossed them on the onto Cynthia's lap, concealing her privates. This made Cynthia remember herself and start dressing. "Are you going to be okay?"

Cynthia was pulling her legs thru her pants. "I mean, I'm sure I'll get a... a boner again, but I'll take care of it." She stood up to finish dressing herself. Melony looked down at her crotch, and was surprised how well concealed her member was. At least when soft.

Melony's phone buzzed in her pocket. She checked it and saw a text from her husband, asking where the iron was. They were going to his office party, and he wanted to look sharp. "I'm going to have to go soon," Melony said. "I still need to do my hair before this office party."

"Why does he need you to go with him?"

"He wants to impress his coworkers. He said, 'I'm one of the younger guys there, and I'm one of the only ones married, so It'll look good if you come.'" She rolled her eyes.

"Well, you are impressive to look at," Cynthia said with a grin. Melony put her hand to her face made a smile while looking away. They chatted for a little longer before Melony went home.

***

Cynthia was on the phone. "And then do you think help me check on the Mini-Cyni?"

"Yeah, sure thing," Melony replied. Mini-Cyni was the code name the two women had picked for Cynthia's penis. "I actually have something I need you to check on to."

"Really, like what?" Cynthia questioned.

"I'll show you when I get there. I'll see you soon." Melony hung up. Cynthia put her phone in her pocket. She stroked her shaft thru her shirt. She was erect, again. Cynthia's new penis was insatiable. But Cynthia had learned some workout arounds and some restraint. Body tape did a good job of keeping it stuck to her torso while she was out and about. And she learned to tolerate the dull ache of an unresolved erection. She tried to keep her hands busy with chores and fidget toys. She even took up knitting.

Melony came by. She was wearing a baggy hoody, despite the warm weather. Cynthia had conceded on that front and let her phallus bulge out in an obvious outline thru her shorts when she was home. She hugged Melony at the door. "Golly, this thing just won't quit, will it?" she said, looking down at Cynthia's crotch.

"Yeah, it's a pain," Cynthia said.

Melony held out a plastic bag. "Here's the yarn from my mom."

Cynthia took the bag and looked inside. "Sweet!" she exclaimed.

"She says she has more but has to find it in the basement. She was impressed with that scarf you made. Said it was a little out of season."

"Yeah," Cynthia admitted. "I'm glad she liked it. I'm trying to make some leg warmers now. I'll figure they'll be in season by the time I finish them."

"What was the other thing you needed?" Melony asked.

"Well..." Cynthia trailed off. She added the donated yarn to her own small collection in the wicker basket by the couch. "It's about my dick," she confessed.

"Yeah, I figured," Melony replied. She walked up to Cynthia and hugged her from behind. She put her chin on the shorter girl's shoulder and wrapped her arms around her chest. "Do you need me to suck you off again?" She whispered.

Cynthia grabbed her friend's arms. Her phallus flexed involuntarily. "No..." She pulled on Melony arms until her hands her were down by her crotch. Cynthia reached back and grabbed the back of Melony's head.

Melony smiled. "What's this favor you had in mind?" She hooked her thumbs into the waistline of Cynthia's shorts and slipped them down until the first couple inches of Cynthia's shaft were revealed. Melony started rubbing thru the shorts.

Cynthia moaned. "I think... I think it's grown again, and... ah!" Melony reached inside Cynthia's shorts and grabbed her dick directly. She rubbed it up and down.

"And what?" Melony teased. Her hot breath tickled Cynthia's ear.

"And I want you to check. Y'know, I just need, like uh, a second pair of eyes. Make sure it really..." Melony snuck her other hand in Cynthia's shorts and was stroking her meat with both hands now. It filled her hands. It was smooth and pulsing. She pointed it forward, making a huge tent in Cynthia's shorts.

"It looks bigger," Melony said. She pecked a couple kisses on Cynthia's neck. "It feels bigger."

Cynthia couldn't fake her composure anymore and fell forward. Her arms sprang out, finding purchase on the couch in front of her. Her blonde hair cascaded down, blocking her view except of the tip of her tent. Melony picked up the pace. She stood behind Cynthia, giving her a reach around in her shorts. "ah fuck," Cynthia whispered. A drip of drool escaped her mouth. She knees trembled. She fell forward, planting her face in the back cushion. Melony got on the couch now, mounting Cynthia. She could hear her muffled moaning emanating from the couch cushion. Melony pushed forward, putting her stomach on top of Cynthia's back, and grabbing her cock with both hands again. She had Cynthia smashed into the couch, giving her a furious, two-handed reach around.

She heard Cynthia gave a guttural, fabric-filtered scream, and felt her massive meat contract in her hands. A geyser of cum shot out of her cock, flooding her shorts. Melony felt it splash back onto her hands. Cynthia screamed louder, and another volley of cum shot out. Melony felt like her hands were submerged in syrup. Cynthia could feel the cum running down her thighs. She let out a final shot, her cock now submerged in its own cum.

Cynthia lifted her face from the cushion and let out pathetic moans. Melony retracted her hands from Cynthia's shorts. They were covered in cum up to the wrists. Cum oozed out of Cynthia's shorts, making white rivers on her thighs.

"Holy fuck," Melony said, marveling at her hands. She held them up like she was a surgeon. She spread her fingers apart, watching gooey white tendrils bridge between them. "Were you saving up?"

Cynthia had no reply. She could only fall sideways onto the couch, facing away. Cum continued to pool on the couch cushions. "Oh crap," Melony said. She scurried to the bathroom with her arms held out, cum dripping off her elbows. The sound of rushing water echoed down the hall. A closet door opened. She returned with a bath towel and mostly clean arms. She lifted Cynthia's legs and forced a towel underneath. She shimmied it beneath Cynthia's pelvis, trying to catch the cum before it contaminated the couch. Melony returned to the bathroom and washed her arms off properly. When she came back to the living room, she saw Cynthia had flipped onto her back. She was pulling the elastic of her shorts and was stared into her crotch.

"It looks like the primordial soup in here," she muttered to no one. Her deflated cock was chilling in a receding puddle of cum, like a dinosaur bone emerging out of the mud.

"Gross," Melony said, grabbing hold of the elastic herself and stuffing a towel inside.

"Don't call it gross," Cynthia replied. She worked the towel around her crotch, trying to soak up all the liquid. "You did this to me."

Melony finished drying her hands and planted them on her hips. "I made you nut a gallon of cum?"

"Well, kinda!" Cynthia had wrapped the towel around her penis. "I cum more when it's with you."

Melony put her hand under her chin and made a face. "I do have that effect on people." She looked back at the couch. "But you need to clean yourself up before you ruin your couch. Can you get yourself up or do I need to carry you?"

Cynthia sat up right. "No, I can get there myself." She stood up, trying to keep both leg holes of her shorts closed. She waddled to the bathroom. Melony grabbed some paper towels from the kitchen and started wiping up the couch when she heard the shower start. Melony could smell the musk of semen radiating from the couch. It smelled... kind of good? Melony peaked over her shoulder before bringing the soaked paper towels to her face and gave them a sniff. It smelled like cum, sure, but a little sweet at the same time. Melony gave a deeper whiff. It reminded her of buttercream frosting. She put the soaked paper towels back down on the couch and resumed clean up. Once the couch was just moist instead of soaked, she made her way to the kitchen sink. She turned the water on. She took another peak towards the bathroom. Keeping eyes fixed on the door, she took a swift lick of her finger. The cum did taste like icing, but with a hint of rose. Melony was debating taking a second lick when she heard the bathroom door unlatch. She put both hands under the flowing water, washing the white nectar down the drain.

Cynthia had changed into some different shorts. She saw at the patch of moisture on the couch and opted to lie on the floor. Melony dried her hands and sat down next to her. Cynthia stared at the ceiling. "Why did this happen to me?

Melony reached out and held her friend's hand. "Have you gone to the doctor about it?"

"Yeah," Cynthia sighed. "You should have seen the look on her face. I didn't tell the receptionist what the real problem was, so the doctor had no idea. She didn't know what to make of it. She said she was gonna call some of her medical school friends and ask them if they've ever heard of this."

"Have you told anyone else?" Melony asked, massaging the other woman's hand.

"No, just you and the doctor. It's too fucking weird to tell anyone else." Cynthia put her free hand on her stomach. It rose and fell with the rhythm of her breathing. Melony looked at their friend's body. She was a short, petite gal. It must be taxing, having such a huge addition to your small body.

"Well, I did happen to bring some measuring tape," Melony confessed. Cynthia gave her a confused look. "It's in the bag with the stuff from my mom."

"Why did you bring measuring tape?" Cynthia asked.

"This is the thing I want you to help me with," Melony gave her boobs a playful bounce with her free hand. "I want you to measure my boobs. I think they've gotten bigger."

Cynthia lifted her head up and raised an eyebrow. "Bigger? But you've lost weight." Cynthia poked her friend in the side. "I can tell you've lost weight."

Melony recoiled from the prodding but still giggled. "Thanks. But yeah, all my bras feel a little tighter lately."

Cynthia sat up. "Well, I can definitely do that." Melony took her shirt off. This wasn't the first time Cynthia had taken her friend's measurements. Cynthia found the tape and shimmied on her knees back to Melony. She was wearing a black bra today, with white lace. "You gettin' frisky with the hubby tonight?" Cynthia asked.

"No, this one just fits the best," Melony replied. She put her hands behind her head and pushed her chest forward. "How do they look?" They looked good. Big and round, high and proud. But they were a little constrained. Each one just spilling over their respective bra cup like milky muffin tops. Cynthia felt a twitch in her crotch.

"They look great, but your bra looks a little tight. Do they feel heavier?"

Melony took a breasts in each hand and gave them a jostle. "Mmm, a little bit? Not to brag, but they always feel heavy." She smirked, passing a peek at her friend's benign B-cups.

"Shut up," Cynthia replied, but reached out and took Melony's melons for herself. She raised and lowered each one, like a set of scales.