I was having the dream again. The was a room, giant and full of people. And I was in the middle of it. Fucking everything I could get my hands on. Faceless men and women came, singly or in groups, to fill my holes and rub themselves over my body. It was a pretty good dream, except for the end. Right as I was about to cum, I would wake up. Every time. It gets frustrating waking up incredibly horny.
And right on cue, just as I could feel the edge of my dream orgasm coming, my eyes fluttered open. My fingers were grasping at a nipple. I could feel the wetness of my pussy between my legs. My hand was wrapped around my cock.
That woke me up.
I bolted upright and ripped back the covers. I sleep naked, so there wasn't anything to block my view. There was a hard cock sticking up from between my legs. It was huge, thick and veiny.
"What the fuck?" I whispered. I reached out and pushed it gently with my fingertips. Yep, it was real. I was really hoping that I was just seeing things. I've fallen asleep with dildo's in my bed before, there's always a chance that they end up in an awkward position.
But not this time. This thing was flesh and blood. It was burning hot, and as I pushed it around I could feel where it attached somewhere in my pussy. It was good to know that was still there, and that I hadn't somehow sprouted balls in the night too.
I swung out of bed and scurried down the hall to the bathroom. It was lucky that my roommates were all out of town. None of us are exactly shy about our bodies, but I guessed that this new addition would invite some embarrassing comments.
I stood before the full length mirror, seriously hoping that I wasn't going crazy. The rest of my body looked the same. The same slightly curly brown hair hanging down to my shoulders. Same eyes, same lips. Same firm tits. Same flat stomach and muscular legs. And a monstrous cock sticking up in the air.
I slid my hands down my body, making sure there had been no other changes in my anatomy. It seemed like everything was there. I had a momentary burst of panic when I couldn't find my clit, but it was tucked behind the shaft, in between it and my body. My new dick (Was I already referring to it as mine?) looked like it had emerged from the upper part of my pussy, spreading my lower lips. But it wasn't blocking anything down there, I even quickly dipped a finger in just to check.
All this poking and prodding and rubbing was having an effect on me. The dream had been unusually vivid this time, and some of the more tantalizing images were sticking with me. It didn't help that I was busy staring at myself in the mirror. I'll admit it, I look pretty good. And I work very hard to keep it that way. Even before this cock came along I indulged in a fair amount of self love, both physical and emotional. Having a new male appendage grafted onto my female body just seemed to focus my attention a bit. I couldn't keep my eyes off of my tits for one.
My cock flexed involuntarily, and a thick drop of precum pushed out of the slit. Watching that bead of clear fluid roll slowly down the skin of my dick flipped a switch in my brain, and without really thinking about it I had wrapped one of my hands around myself.
"Oh shit," I moaned. This felt great. And watching myself in the mirror was incredibly erotic. I made eye contact with my reflection as I slowly stroked my cock. My face was flushed, lips slightly open as I took small gasping breaths. My nipples were as hard as diamonds, and I brought my free hand up to massage my tits. My other hand slowly squeezed up from the root of my cock, milking out a copious stream of precum. It ran down my length and soon my hand was moving faster up and down my slick shaft. "Christ, this is even better." I closed my eyes and tilted my head back.
And I lost my balance and almost cracked my skull on the tub.
Luckily, I was able to catch myself before I did any real damage. I gently lowered my body down into the tub and laid on my back. By this point I wasn't really thinking of anything beyond cumming, and cumming fast. My hand was a blur, sliding up and down my length. In this new position precum was dripping down onto me, pooling on my stomach. I stopped molesting my tit and reached down to my sopping pussy. I slid two fingers in and quickly found that my g spot was very much in place.
I was a moaning, sweaty mess. My stomach was splattered with precum and my thighs were slick with my nectar. My hand was tight around my cock, trying to get me where I so desperately needed to go. It didn't take very long. To be honest, if it hadn't felt so good I would have been disappointed. A dam burst inside of me, and then I was cumming.
And holy shit did I cum.
I screamed as thick ropes of the stuff shot out of me, one after the other.They just kept coming. Streaking across my breasts, splashing against my chin. One spasm shot a line of cum that went from my hair, across my nose, down my neck, and right in the middle of my cleavage. It felt like as long as I pumped my cock more would come out. And for a time it did. Eventually my orgasm subsided. My cock softened a bit and laid against my stomach, the last few shudders dribbling cum onto my belly. I lay in the tub panting, painted in my own fluids from forehead to belly button. My tongue snaked out across my lips, tasting what I had to offer.
Oh my God, I tasted incredible. I've been with enough guys to know what cum tastes like: salty, a little unpleasant, but not that bad when you get used to it. This was nothing like that. I tasted sweet, and somehow floral. Like a flower had just cum all over me. I couldn't get enough of it. I began dragging my fingers through the pools of cum on my skin, trying to get as much of it to my mouth as I could.
Once I'd I had my fill I stood on shaky legs, my cock dangling between them. I turned on the shower and began to clean myself. This turned into a nice long soak. In a house with five women in it there aren't too many opportunities to have the bathroom all to yourself. I had to be careful washing my new addition. The slightest touch threatened to bring it to attention, and I needed to figure out what exactly was going on before I lost control like that again.
I dried off in front of the mirror, staring in wonder at the meaty shaft hanging off of me. I've slept with some well endowed men before, but this put them all to shame. My gaze drifted reluctantly away from my cock and over to the faded, almost invisible, patch of scar tissue on my hip.
Oh.
That could be something.
A year or so ago I was looking for a way to supplement my income. A friend recommended I become a lab rat, helping the scientists test drugs and whatnot. Short hours, decent pay. Perfect for a college student. Most of the trials seemed to go nowhere, but there had been one that was different. They had wanted to try and improve the body's ability to self repair. And they were looking for a very specific set of subjects. People under thirty with significant scar tissue. I was perfect. My hip had been sliced up pretty badly in a car accident when I was in high school, and while the wounds had healed fine they still looked terrible.. The treatment had worked great. My scars faded quickly. But there was more to it than that. I stopped getting scars at all. Small cuts and bruises healed overnight. When I had my navel pierced over the summer there hadn't been any of the tenderness that usually comes with a new piercing.
I wondered if there had been any other changes.
I took me a minute to find her number. It was spring break and I hoped that she hadn't decided to take a vacation, but the scientist in charge of the trial picked up on the second ring.
"Hello?" My cock twitched a little at the sound of her voice.
"Hi, Dr. Bennet? It's Emma. Rowland. From the regeneration trial?"
"Of course. How are things? It's a few months before you're supposed to come in for more tests."
"I know, but they told us to call if there were any side effects. And I think I might have one."
"Oh." She didn't sound too happy about that. "Can you describe your symptoms?"
I looked down at the thick cock sprouting from my groin. "It might be easier if I come in and show you. Are you available?"
"Um, I am a little later. Do you remember where we did the treatments?"
"The Wilks Building?"
"Right. Meet me in room 301 this afternoon."
After she hung up I was left staring into the mirror, wondering what exactly I was going to tell her.
I looked down at my cock and sighed. "I wish I could just tell you to go away."
And it did. I watched in amazement as the thick length of my new dick slowly retreated into my pussy. Once it was gone it looked like nothing had ever been there. But I could still feel it, waiting somewhere in my belly. It almost felt like there was some new muscle in my abs. I pressed down on my stomach, and I could almost tell it was there.
Another thought struck me. I had just told Dr. Bennet that I was having a side effect. What happened when I couldn't show it to her. I looked down at my pussy and decided to try something. "Um, come back?" I didn't sound very confident, but it worked. The wide shaft pushed its way out of me, skin shiny with my juices. It felt pretty good actually. "Ok?" My voice was starting to sound a little hysterical. "Go away again?" It slowly slid back into me. Problem solved.
I was arrived at the Wilks Building a couple of hours later. Campus was deserted, and I'd barely seen anyone on the short drive from my house. Not really surprising, it was spring break after all. I could have walked but I didn't want to take any chances. I was wearing a long, flowing skirt and a thick wool sweater, in the hopes that they would hide things if I lost control.
Dr. Bennet was in her lab, and she smiled and waved when I walked in. My cock twitched inside of my body as I looked at her. Dr. Bennet was very pretty. She was in her early thirties, so about a decade older than me, but you never would have been able to tell our ages apart. Reddish gold hair spilled down her back. She had bright green eyes and plump lips. Her breasts certainly filled out her blouse. And her ass looked curvy and firm at the same time under her skirt. I had a bit of a crush on her when I was doing the trial. That came roaring back as soon as laid eyes on her. Having a massive cock lodged in my body didn't seem to help.
She stood and hugged me. It was a little informal for a doctor patient relationship, but that was how she was with everyone. When we broke the hug and stepped back her face was a little flushed. I guessed she was embarrassed that I was having problems with the treatment.
