After my Indian 'goddess,' departed, and having left me with an ever growing cock, or as she called it, 'The Sacred Lingam,' it took me a little while to realise what a blessing it was, and utilise the advantages she had given me.
Through continual and prolonged sexual contact with her over the course of a few nights, she had passed on 'something,' miraculous, possibly through her body fluids intermingling with mine. Almost like a sexually transmitted disease, but this was no disease. Whatever it was, it altered my body chemistry significantly, and to my advantage.
At first I didn't understand why my cock had started growing bigger and thicker. I thought there was something wrong with me, so doing the sensible thing, and thinking if I had a disease, it was better to catch it early, I had dropped into my local hospital, to what is euphemistically called 'The Special Clinic.' In other words, the one that deals with sexually transmitted diseases.
After having all the standard tests they informed me that there was absolutely nothing wrong with me. I was disease free, and they discharged me. They more or less told me that any 'growth,' in my cock size was imagined, because a penis don't grow any bigger after puberty. I knew better, because I had been perfectly average in size, hovering on the six inch mark just a few weeks before. They told me that my eight inch endowment was within perfectly acceptable parameters, some were bigger than the norm, some were smaller they explained. I got the distinct impression that they thought I was some kind of hypochondriac, or perverted exhibitionist, and I was discharged.
Their verdict was that I was normal, but I knew better, and I continued to grow in the following weeks until the growth seemed to stop around the eleven or twelve inch mark. I was thankful that it stopped there, because I wanted to make love to women, not scare them witless.
The growth in cock size was not the only gift she left me. As I said, my body chemistry had been changed, I hesitate to say augmented, but it seemed I now exuded extremely powerful sexual pheromones making women sexually receptive to me almost immediately they came into my presence. They weren't aware of it as a smell, or an odour, it was more subliminal than that, but it left them feeling extremely horny anywhere near me. It seemed to stimulate their libido as well, increasing their normal sexual appetite to the point where they orgasmed much more quickly and frequently than usual, and often became multi orgasmic.
Her final gift to me was the ability to see their arousal through the aura of the human body. The aura is the human energy field, normally invisible to the naked eye, but thanks to my 'goddess,' I could now see it, especially the part pertaining to the state of sexuality and sexual arousal. Sexual arousal manifests itself as a red hue around the lower body, the hips and pelvic region. I could now tell at a glance if a woman was 'in heat,' and sexually receptive to me. These three things, cock growth, pheromones, and aura were what made me the bearer of the 'Sacred Lingam.'
She also advised me to use my gifts well and frequently, because the sacred lingam not only gave pleasure, but raised the women blessed to receive it to a higher spiritual level whether they were Hindu or not. I knew nothing of that to begin with, but had been studying the Hindu religion to see if I could pick up any pertinent information which may help me along the way.
My beautiful Indian companion and lover, Maya, had been most helpful, being an academic expert on all aspect of Indian myths and legends. Thanks to her I had been introduced to various Indian women's groups, each one of which seemed to provide me with an endless supply of stunningly beautiful and enthusiastic Indian women who wanted to serve the 'Sacred Lingam,' by becoming my lovers. Far be it from me to disappoint these lovely women who wanted to embrace me and their spirituality, in one fell swoop. I just thought I'd become the luckiest man alive.
However, much as I had developed a taste for such beautiful Indian specimens of the human race, I sometimes, quite by accident, found myself making love to women who just chanced to come into my life. It wasn't just Indian women who were susceptible to my pheromones, it was
all
women. Lucky me!
At first when I met Leanne, I wasn't aware that I'd already met her just a few weeks before. I was in my local mini market, that's a small local branch of a larger supermarket chain, such as Tesco, or Sainsbury's for instance, two of the biggest supermarket groups in the UK.
I was hovering around the freezer section trying to decide what to buy when I became aware of a lovely looking woman who appeared to be doing the same as me. She looked vaguely familiar, but I was sure I didn't actually know her. As I moved along the freezer cabinets, looking at various foodstuffs, I noticed that familiar red tinge of her aura appear. I smiled to myself, and took another look at her just to make sure.
Damn! She looked familiar, and I searched my memory trying to figure out from where. It was like an itch in my brain that I couldn't quite scratch. She was quite petite, about five foot three inches or four, blonde hair, pulled back in a 'pony tail,' slim, a very pretty face, but I couldn't tell what her figure looked like as she was wearing a light coat. It was open, and I caught a glimpse of what was obviously a uniform, an NHS uniform. Bells ringing in my head! A nurse, where the fuck had I seen her?
'Hello,' she said, nice voice too, and then 'How are you?' Seeing the puzzled look on my face, she laughed and added, 'you don't remember me, do you?'
'Sorry, I've been standing here for the last few minutes desperately trying to figure out where I've seen you before, and wondering if I should say anything. To tell the truth I thought it would just sound like some cheesy "pick up," line. It would have come to me eventually, but thanks for speaking, so where have we met before?' I looked at her expectantly.
She looked around her as if to check there was nobody within earshot, and still smiling she told me.
'The Special Clinic, you came in a few weeks ago,' she said quietly.
'Ah, of course. I remember you now, you were one of the nurses who didn't treat me as if I was some sort of hypochondriac, neurotic, idiot. You were very kind and sympathetic. Thank you for that, you made me feel a bit better about myself and not such a fool as I felt.' She laughed.
'Well it was a very strange case; we just don't get sexually mature males of your age coming in to be checked out because they think they've started growing again. I'm sure you can understand why there was a lot of scepticism.'
'Believe me,' I replied, 'nobody was more sceptical than I was. I thought I must be going crazy, but I couldn't deny it to myself, and at the same time I was worried that it may be something serious. I had to get it checked out, and luckily all the tests came back negative, but the one thing I remember is that you, and all the other nurses involved were so kind.'
'Well, we
are
supposed to be the caring profession,' she responded with a smile, and then almost as an afterthought, 'how are you now?' I had already been thinking about whether I should try to seduce her or not. She was a very pretty woman, about thirty years old I reckoned. Old enough to know what she wanted, and according to the colour of her aura, she wanted it now.
'Oh,' I replied casually, 'I've thankfully stopped growing now... I think... Anyway, I've stopped worrying about it, and just try to see it as a blessing,' I finished.
