Tom's Trial

I walked out of the bank with five million dollars pending to be deposited, an envelope with 200k in it and a very nice watch that Mr. Jenkins commented looked very good on me several times. I must have made a good impression on the man, because he insisted I consider him my personal banker and let him personally handle any transactions I might need going forward.

I took a good look at what was obviously his car on the way back to my piece of crap. I needed to upgrade my own transportation, and would do that very soon. But I was starving again, so I stopped by a nice steakhouse on the way to the only luxury car dealer we had in this town.

I didn't grow up in a tiny, one stoplight town or anything, but when you live somewhere your entire life, it can feel that way sometimes. We were technically a suburb of a larger city, so there were a few nicer amenities for the more affluent among it's populace.

I walked into the restaurant, and it was clear that I was underdressed from the moment I walked in the door. The Maître d was not pleased to see me, but allowed me to eat at the bar when I nicely told him to. I ate three steaks and baked potatoes while having a very pleasant conversation with a woman named Marilyn. She and her husband were passing through on their way somewhere or other.

I did get the feeling she was waiting for me to ask her something, but I wasn't super interested in her to begin with. She wasn't bad looking, probably around forty with brown hair and pretty small tits. I was paying for my meal when she came right out and said it.

"My husband and I are swingers," she smiled. "I'd love to play with you sometime?"

"I'm not really into other guys being around, you know?" I replied.

"He's in the city now, I only said he was here just in case you were weird," she smiled and sipped her fruity drink. "He'd be very happy to get a video of whatever we do, I know it would make his night." The way she was moving her lips on the straw in her drink made it pretty clear what she wanted to do.

"Well..." I wasn't such a stud that I was going to turn down a blowjob that I had to do zero work to get. "I suppose we could hang out for a bit."

That 'bit' turned out to be about ten minutes of Marilyn attempting to remove my soul through my dick. She was a demon, slurping and moaning as she sucked and slobbered all over my cock in the backseat of her fancy SUV. I filmed the entire thing on her phone of course. "Cum in my mouth," she requested as she came up for air toward the end. "He'll love that."

She shoved her head back down on it and I put my hand on her head, which really set her off. If I'd known how far she'd turn it up, I honestly wouldn't have done it. I was ready to cum a moment later, and let her know like a gentleman. "Mmm-hm," she replied with her mouth full.

For the second time that day, I let loose into a woman's mouth and she didn't stop her work until she had a huge mouthful. She sat up and showed the camera, swirling my cum around with her tongue and making a show of swallowing it and then showing her empty mouth. "So good," she moaned. "Wish you were here, Barry," she smiled and blew a kiss at the camera.

I stopped the recording and just sat there grinning like an idiot. "That was great," I smiled. "I mean, thank you."

"That one was for him," she smiled as she took off her creme-colored blouse. "I'd love to do it again for you."

Apparently I didn't refuse her offer fast enough, because only a second later, she had my cock back in her mouth and was sucking it very passionately this time. This was a completely different experience. She was still doing the moaning, but it sounded so much more believable this time. She was clearly enjoying herself.

And so was I. Marilyn did everything, she tried to take me deep, she teased just the head. She kissed, she licked. She sucked on my balls. "You can definitely fuck me if you want?"

I did want. When we'd met, she was already seated at the bar, so I wasn't aware of how great her ass was. Walking to her car, she'd made sure to shake it around enough that I was now very interested in fucking her. I told her as much and her pants were off in a flash. She had me slide to the center of the seat where she could get a good grip on the front seats as she lined herself up over my...bigger dick?

She'd been holding my dick the whole time she was sucking it, but her head had blocked me from really getting a good view, even when I'd been filming. As I was looking down at it now, it was clearly bigger than it was just yesterday. If there's one thing a man knows, it's his own cock, except mine now had some extra real estate for me to explore later.

It wasn't so big that people would be telling stories about me or anything, but it was at least an inch longer and even looked a little thicker too. She got the head in and sank down on it, letting out a moan that made me even harder. I gripped her pale ass cheeks and squeezed them as she worked her snatch up and down my cock. "Fuck!" I exclaimed, helpfully describing what we were doing.

"Oh, yeah." She dropped it all the way down and swiveled her hips. "That's what I needed." She repeated the motion a few times, all the way up and then back down hard. "I'm fixed, so just let go when you're ready." With that last instruction, she began pummeling my thighs with her ass. Slamming it down furiously for what seemed like forever since I'd just cum a few minutes ago.

I absolutely manhandled her the entire time, groping and slapping her ass. Squeezing her little tits and pinching her nipples. She came hard about five minutes later and I was right behind her, spraying her womb down with more cum than it felt like I should have after already cumming twice today. "Oh yes! Fill me up, give me that load!" she moaned as she worked every drop out of me.

When it was over, she pulled a roll of paper towels out from under the seat and cleaned herself up before doing the same to me with her mouth. "Thank you so much," she smiled widely. "I really needed that."

"Yeah, me too," I laughed. "Damn, you're good. Didn't want to film that one though?"

"Nah," she shook her head. "I'll tell him what happened. But he doesn't need to see every detail. He wouldn't like that."

"Well, whatever works for you guys," I nodded. We talked for a bit longer before bidding each other goodbye and parting ways.

I was feeling like a million bucks as I walked back to my car. Marilyn waved and blew me a kiss as she drove past. I got back in my car and the time jumped out at me. It was almost six in the evening. I'd missed my chance to get a new car today. That sucked. But I'd- no, the dealerships were closed on Sundays. Well shit. Marilyn had been a great fuck, but she'd pushed back my plans by a bit.

No matter, I had another idea I could look into tomorrow.

I stopped at the grocery store and filled a cart with so much food that it was a good thing I was going to eat a bunch of it tonight, because there's no way my fridge would hold everything. And this wasn't the standard cheap slop I'd been accustomed to eating. High quality meats and veggies. Rice and beans and salt. I was craving meat and salt like crazy. Not a single frozen pizza or waffle to be seen.

"You been working out, man?" the guy ringing me up asked. "You look a bit bigger than the last time I saw you."

I hadn't ever worked out in my life, but I had been growing lately. These last few hours anyway. "Yeah, making a change," I replied honestly. Living nearby, I had been in here and spoken to the owner of this grocery store a few times before, and he was a super nice old guy, so I did pay cash for all the food this time. Stolen cash, but whatever.

When I got home, I immediately threw an entire pack of chicken on the grill and put some broccoli and rice in a pot. I didn't know much about nutrition, but I'd heard other athletic people say that's what they ate. I was also listening to my body, which was craving exactly that type of food.

While everything was cooking, I packed up the few things I actually cared about in my apartment. Namely, my computer and a few important papers and pictures I kept in a fire safe under my bed. It was kind of sad when I thought about it, but nothing I had really meant anything to me.

I shook off those macabre thoughts and wolfed down a dozen pieces of chicken and a whole bag of rice and broccoli. I downed a few bottles of water, and once again watched my bloated stomach shrink back to normal size in only a minute. I took off my new shirt and went to check myself out in the bathroom mirror.

I can't stress this enough, but I was fucking flabbergasted at what I saw. I was easily three inches taller than I was this morning, no wonder my pants looked so bad on me. I probably hadn't lost any weight, and I didn't have a scale to confirm it, but my belly was completely gone. I wasn't super cut or anything, but now I looked like the kind of dude who ate chicken and broccoli all the time.

Another thing that took me a minute to realize, was that the puncture marks I'd been covered with when I woke up were only faintly visible now. Out of all the insane changes I'd been through that day, that's the thing I remember most clearly. Maybe because the bloody sheets were stuck to me that morning? I'm not sure, but that stuck out as important.

I'd barely made it to nine PM and I was exhausted. I swear I only sat down on the couch to rest my eyes for a moment, and the next thing I knew, it was dawn and I was ready to eat anything I could get my hands on. Which turned out to be about a dozen bananas and sausage and eggs. A lot of sausage and eggs.

I seriously would go broke eating like this if not for my little unethical life pro tip. I went and got showered and shaved and I was now completely sure that my dick was bigger.

I packed up the few things I cared about and threw away the bloody sheets. I wouldn't be coming back to this apartment again, but I had a plan for it. I lived in one of the cheaper places on this side of town. It was mostly okay for a single guy like me. My landlord wasn't a slumlord either. The building was cheap, but he did everything he could to take care of it for his tenants, making ordering him to do something unpalatable for me.

I put my computer and stuff in my car and knocked on his door. I'd waited until 8 AM, so not super early, but still pretty early on a Sunday. The first thing I did was apologize for the hour and then I paid him in advance for a year's worth of rent. I would be moving out, but someone else would take my spot. I was giving my apartment to Doug. And my car, eventually.

Don't get all emotional on me, but Doug was a good dude who was just having a rough go of it. Yes, he did drugs and drank too much, but fuck man, the guy was homeless. If I'd been kicked by life as hard as he had been, I'd have loved a hand to help me back up. Also, the real reason I was helping him, was because he fucking deserved it. One time last year, someone stole my neighbor's kid's dirt bike. And guess who found it and brought it back? Yep, fucking Doug. He didn't want a reward. The homeless guy who found a kid's dirt bike worth more than everything he owned, did not take a dime for doing the right thing. So yeah, I'm helping him out.

Anyway, I'm a great guy who was about to go convince someone to sell me their dream house at a huge discount. Or maybe I'd just let them keep paying for it and I'd live there until I was ready to move on? That way the house would still be theirs, I'd just have to tell them not to make any trouble for me until whenever that time was. Yeah, that was the best plan, I could avoid tax problems that way, I reminded myself.

Just outside my hometown was a huge lake with a few houses built up on a ridge overlooking the whole thing. I remember fishing there with my dad before he... anyway, I always dreamed about owning one of those houses. One in particular. It was this log cabin style mansion that had a bunch of stone around the exterior. It just looked so classy and cozy at the same time. I was gonna get that house.

All that thought turned out to be worthless, because the house I wanted to look at had a for sale sign on the front gate. I parked my car down the street a little way and ran back and climbed over the fence. I had to take a closer look. I'd never been this close before, but the house was exactly like I pictured it. It wasn't some gaudy monstrosity, but it was a big house, probably six bedrooms and a four-car garage. It looked like it had those really high ceilings on the main level and there was a ton of stone inside too. I loved it.

I walked around to the back deck to get a look at the view and was blown away at the view of the lake. Oh yeah, this was my house alright. I had to have it. My gaze landed on the sunken jacuzzi on the deck and the thought of fucking Lily in it briefly flashed through my mind.

I went back to the front of the house and climbed back over the fence to see a cop car there waiting for me. At least my new place had good security. I told the cop what was going on, really I did, and he took off after giving me a warning.

I called the number on the for-sale sign and a friendly sounding woman answered. I told her I was interested in the house and wanted to know how much and get a tour. She turned out to be a friend of the family who owned it and would meet me there with the owner's son later today. That was convenient. I knew nothing about real estate though, I hoped this house wasn't worth ten million bucks or anything. Not that I couldn't get that money, I just didn't want to have to.

Fucking lazy right? Can't call my personal bank manager and ask him to steal me another five million bucks. Sheesh. Well, I walked down to the lake and fucked around for a while until I got too hungry to sit there anymore. I went to the closest restaurant and ate four lunches while I waited for my house tour.

I really only had two close friends, Eric I already told you about, we worked together at the office from hell. And Ben, a buddy of mine from school. I texted them back and forth for a bit as I killed that last hour before my meeting. I wanted to tell them what was going on, but I didn't yet. For one thing, I knew they'd have to see it to believe it. And for another, something just told me to wait for now.

I drove back to the house and I really wished I'd already gotten my new car as both of them were in way nicer cars than me. But fuck it, maybe I was putting all my cash into the house, they didn't know. Then again, the car I was driving and my outfit didn't exactly scream 'Has millions of dollars to buy this house'. But I

was

wearing the watch Mr. Jenkins had given me. I didn't know much more about watches beyond the fact that I liked it and it looked nice, but they both took note of it, though neither of them said anything about it.

"Mr. Emery?" the pretty blonde asked with a smile that matched her pleasant voice. This woman was a fox, exactly the type I'd choose to sell my super expensive house. Guys would be too busy trying to hide their wood to listen to anything she said. I'm kidding, but seriously, she was smoking hot.

"Nice to meet you, Patty, right?" I smiled back at her. "And call me Tom." Or Daddy, that's good too. What the fuck, who am I?

"Well, Tom," she flashed that smile at me again. "This is Sean Winters, his father owns the property."

"Good to meet you," we shook hands. This guy was twice my age, so his dad must have been in his sixties at least.

"So, Tom," he was sizing me up. "What do you do?" he glanced at my watch again. It must have been way more expensive than I thought.

If there was one thing I was good at, it was bullshitting people. "I'm in a transitional period right now," I replied nonchalantly. "I'm keeping my eyes open for my next venture." Said the guy who pulled up in a fucking jalopy. Okay, my car wasn't

that

shitty, but compared to the Rolls this dude was in, it might as well have been a go kart.

Without missing a beat, Sean passed me a business card. "Keep me in mind if you find anything worth knowing about." His card said 'Winters Capital' on it. This was the kind of guy I stole my five mil from.

"Will do," I pocketed the card as Patty began to give me the rundown of the place. This was my fucking dream right here. The more I saw of it, the more I wanted it. I mean the house, not Patty. Though...focus you dumbfuck. This is a million-dollar deal and I'm thinking about bending over the fucking realtor. Jesus.

In the end, I had somehow been right, this was a six-bedroom, eight-bathroom house worth $7.7 million. Shit. Not the biggest deal, just one more chore between me and my lifelong dream. I spoke with Sean a bit more, he actually seemed like a decent guy all around, then again, so did a lot of people until they fucked you over. He eventually left me to 'handle the particulars' with Patty.

The only thing I handled was her big ass as I fucked her brains out over the kitchen island. Her silky pussy was an absolute vise on my thick cock. Yes, my cock was a certified cock now. A dick no longer. I'd never had the balls to measure it before, but it looked gargantuan after having been a shadow of what it now was for my entire life.

The blonde milf loved it, and I hadn't even told her to. She came less than a minute into it, and it was a great achievement of my life at that point that I made her cum twice before I did. Yes, I'm even better now, but I've had endless practice to get me there. This was like, day two into being my new self, so yeah, I was proud about it.

"Clean me up," I commanded after basting her womb. I grimaced as her knees hit the stone floor. I should have been kinder about that, but she didn't seem to mind as she stared into my eyes and licked every drop of our juices off my cock before putting it away for me.

I did help her to her feet like a gentleman and I was relieved to see no ring on her finger, though I hadn't even looked before I fucked her. I would have to be more careful about that in the future. I had already accepted being a shitty person I guess, I just didn't want to cross every possible line straight away.

We talked a bit longer, and I learned that Winters had agreed to an accelerated closing on a cash sale. That meant two weeks after I plunked down almost eight mill that I didn't yet have. Two weeks where I'd have to get a hotel or make some other arrangements because I didn't really want to go back to my apartment now. I was already thinking of it as Doug's place.

"So, Tom," she smiled. "What hotel are you at?"

"I hadn't actually booked anything yet," I replied. "Spur of the moment thing, you know?" Not really a lie.

"Would you like to have dinner and then...see what happens?" she asked. Like fucking you until you squeal again, yes please.

"I could eat," I smiled.

So long story short, I destroyed three more steak dinners that night while Patty watched in amazement, and then I destroyed her pussy three more times while she watched in amazement. Both events were extremely satisfying.

I had an interesting morning the next day. I was at the car dealership bright and early to scope things out and see what ride I would be taking home that day. The sales people were walking back and forth inside the building like sharks clamoring to get to the tuna right outside. Of course the car I picked out was the nicest one they had there, and it was inside the showroom.

I met the first two sales people as I was walking inside. "Hey there," the first guys eyes were glued to my watch. "Anything in particular you're interested in?"

"Anything I can help you with today?" the second guy asked at almost the same time. I thought they were supposed to take turns or whatever, but I didn't really know, I'd definitely never bought a new car before. And I wasn't going to be buying one today either.