Chapter 2:
"Chrysalis"
Even as Carmen and Benita finished their shopping trip on Whyte Avenue that fateful Saturday, Benita's body was changing. Even though they did not remember doing it, Carmen and Benita had signed up for their "Grand Lesson" from the old woman from the shop "The Spirit Guide." The old woman had decided the best way to teach the women was to give them something they had to deal with together, something they couldn't ignore.
That something they had to deal with was an odd addition to Benita's body which started to grow even before she left the shop. By the time Benita finished the shopping day with Carmen, she already noticed some agitation with her clitoris; it felt sore. For the next two days there was no noticeable difference in the appearance of her clitoris, but by Tuesday morning, when Benita woke up, her clitoris looked swollen, yet the soreness sensation had died down a bit.
On Wednesday, was when the other change to Benita started to rear its head. While walking down the halls, of the school Benita started to notice and her eyes began to wander to parts of women that they never did before. While she was not checking out other women, not openly or consciously anyways, she was starting to look. Benita eyes seemed to be drawn to breasts, asses and crotches of women. Benita dismissed this as simply admiring the way other women were dressed.
As of Thursday, the soreness in her clitoris had gone away completely, yet the clitoris itself still continued to grow. As well Benita's wandering eyes continued and her gaze seemed to linger just a bit longer on the intimate areas of other women's bodies.
By Saturday, the condition which Benita thought was simply an infection which would go away on its own was continuing to develop. By now, her clitoris could hardly be described as a clitoris. What was her clitoris had grown to become a smooth dome-shaped growth which was an inch in diameter and stuck out an inch from her body, at its apex. Much to her horror, when Benita put on her tight jeans, not only was it uncomfortable on her enlarged clitoris, but you could see shape of her dome-shaped clitoris. To alleviate this condition, Benita put on an older pair of jeans, which were not so tight, and wore a couple of thick maxi-pads.
As Benita and Carmen walked the streets of White Avenue, Benita felt relaxed and at peace with the world. For the moment she had forgotten about her clitoris or her wandering eye. Benita was on Whyte Ave, her second home, nothing could bother her, or so she thought.
Yet another advancement in her condition was had that day, and it was caused by a young mother pushing her infant child in a stroller. It is a common and innocent scene, yet Benita's eyes were drawn to the woman's breasts.
The woman in question was quite attractive and slender, especially for a woman who apparently had just given birth. Her hair was a light, honey-blonde colour and had a slight wave to it, bouncing to a natural rhythm as she walked. One might have simply dismissed the shapely woman as the babysitter, but two factors attested that she was the child's mother. One was the fact that her hips were wider than normal, and the second was her large breasts.
The milk-laden breasts were swollen and considerably larger than the average woman's. They bounced, jiggled and moved in an incredible erotic way, even though they were restrained in a bra. Benita's eyes were transfixed on the hypnotic sight of the swaying breasts.
"Holy fuck, what a set of tits!" Benita thought to herself and imagined what they would look like, completely nude. While she didn't say it out loud, the fact that she thought it, and was clearly sexually aroused while looking at a woman was new.
It seemed that Benita's gaze had not gone unnoticed by the young mother in question. With a smirk on her face the young mother winked at Benita before continuing on her way. Benita was mortified . . . she had been caught staring.
Yet again, Benita's fear caused her to turtle-in and deny what was happening. Benita simply told herself that she simply noticed a mother with her child. Benita did not and could not admit that she was sexually aroused, even though her moist panties would beg to differ. The same was true with what was happening to her clitoris, she refused to accept that anything was happening. To Benita, it was simply an infection which would correct itself. She was too mortified to go to her doctor about it. Benita simply clung to the belief that everything would correct itself in time.
By Monday, Benita's dome-shaped clitoris had grown to be just under two inches in diameter and stuck out two inches from her body. What's worse was that when she went home that night, Benita's panties were soaked from lusting after all the breasts and asses she saw at school.
Come Wednesday morning, however, Benita's clitoris could no longer be called a clitoris, it was clear, even to the horrified Benita, what was happening, yet she still lived in denial. What had been her clitoris had now grown and clearly formed into a cock. Her cockhead was now a bit over two inches in diameter and measured two inches at its crown. That was not the worst of it though, the cockhead had a shaft, albeit a two millimetre shaft, but it was a shaft, nonetheless. With shaky fingers, Benita explored her own pussy, thrusting two fingers up into her own body, to make sure she still had a vagina. Benita was still a woman, but she was now a woman who had a cock instead of a clitoris.
Benita cried, for the first time since this experience started, her emotions got the better of her and she cried. Benita was afraid of what was happening to her, yet she had still not accepted it, nor could she talk to anyone about it. After she cried, she sat up and pulled herself together and forced herself to believe that she was a woman and women didn't have cocks. She told herself that her clitoris simply had a growth on it, which would go away, one way or another. Benita's logic was shaky at best and full-blown denial at worst.
Another shock to her system was that her maxi-pad trick would no longer work to hide her cock. Benita spent half an hour trying to figure out how to hide her cock under her favourite pair of jeans. Nothing worked which didn't look ridiculous. She figured out that she could disguise her cock by turning it into a lump on her lower torso. To accomplish this, Benita stuffed rolled up socks down large and conservative panties and arranged them so that it looked like she had a small pot belly. Once she put on her tight jeans, however, she looked silly. The only way to not draw attention to her groin was to wear a pleated skirt so as to lose the lump in the ruffles.
Wednesday went well and normal for Benita these days, she walked around the school in her skirt and now causally eyeing up the women she walked by. Now and again she even gave a particularly attractive woman a second look. Benita even, and unknowingly, smiled at one or two of the women whom she found checking her out.
Come Saturday and the traditional outing to Whyte Avenue, Benita's cock was a bit more comfortable. Since its shaft had grown to be two inches long, she could now flip her cock up when she stuffed it into her panties. No longer did the head of her cock rub against the fabric of her panties and that was a great relief.
That Saturday was especially warm and so the amount of clothing people wore dropped along with the heat. Benita herself wore a shorter skirt with matching top and enjoyed the breeze on her legs. While the socks stuffed on either side of her cock were a necessity, they were also a source of insulation and therefore heat on the hot day. For a brief moment, Benita considered removing the socks, but didn't dare in case somebody spied her dark and shameful secret amongst the ruffles.
Enjoying the warm day as well was the young mother whom Benita had eyed up the previous Saturday. Like others that day, she was dressed for the warm weather in her short shorts and slender fitting top. Her outfit was very short, tight and showed a lot of skin. Along with her slender legs, her midriff was also on display. The top she was wearing only came down to just below her large breasts and was joined together in the front by only three inches of fabric. As a result she was showing off a lot of her ample cleavage. By the exaggerated bounce of her breasts, it was clear that she was not wearing a traditional bra but something lighter, weaker and more suited to the weather.
Benita's eyes went wide and her mouth watered as she watched the young mother push the stroller down the sidewalk towards her. Benita tied hard to tear her eyes away from the bountiful bouncing breasts of the young woman but she was powerless to do so. When the young mother looked into Benita's eyes and smiled, Benita blushed and looked down at the baby in the stroller.
Even as Benita looked at the safe and precious sight of a baby asleep in a stroller, she could not get the image of the bouncing breasts out of her mind. At that moment, Benita felt a strange tightening in her panties, all of a sudden, her cock seemed to be uncomfortable and confined. That was when it hit her and Benita went pale when she realized that she had just had her first erection.
