Chapter 15
Pushing up on one elbow, I wrapped my free hand around the fat shaft of my cock, just beneath the head. Experimentally, I lifted the huge schlong. It was surprisingly weighty. Looking around, the bath tub was a complete mess, not to mention me. Thick cum coated the tiled wall behind my head, the back of the tub. I was practically lying in a slowly draining puddle of rich creamy seed, and my entire upper body, including my face, was thickly glazed with the stuff. I'd only ever seen so much come in hentai flicks. It was obscene, laughable, and unexpectedly arousing. There was also the fact that I was giddily proud of myself.
When I was done marveling at the cumtastrophe of the tub -- see what I did there? -- my gaze was drawn back to my cock. It's length hadn't changed at all, and the shaft was only slightly less wide now. Like a beloved pet, I caressed the hot spongy dick lying heavily against me, and once again hefted it in my hand. Barely able to recall the taste of my cum during the or-apocalyptic-gasm, I bent my spine and took the spongy cockhead between my lips, running the flat of my tongue over the tip, then through the big cumslit at the very top. Thick cream gushed into my mouth, and it occurred to me that the volume was about as much as a normal guy would produce in a single orgasmic pulse.
I savored the creamy texture, the musky flavor, letting it glide down my tongue and into my throat. Holy shit, I tasted good. I just lay there in the tub in a haze again, lazily slurping on the end of my drooling cock, swallowing down the remnants of a truly monstrous cum.
A loud knock at the door startled me, making me yelp.
"Amy? You okay in there?" Sarah asked.
Violet called out too. "You need a hand?" She asked, chuckling at the end.
"Or a mouth?" Paula added.
I couldn't help it, I laughed too.
"Just a minute," I told them and sat up to turn on the water.
My cock was laying heavily over my hip, almost curling back on itself against the side of the tub, the bloated head on my left thigh, nestled between my legs. I really needed it to go away, and for a moment, I was afraid of something that big trying to find space in my body. Then I got an idea.
Before the water could get warm, I diverted it to the shower head. Frigid water cascaded over me, making me take a sharp breath at the sudden cold. I watched as my dong rapidly deflated before my eyes, shortening and thinning into something much less monstrous. Over the space of a few seconds, my penis eventually withdrew, sucked back up into my body, making me shiver with delight as every inch of the retreating length put pressure under my clit. When the wide head finally popped inside, I actually had a tiny cum.
I sat there shivering until the water warmed, then stood up. Just as I finished rinsing the pearly white cum from the tub and wall, the bathroom door swung open. I returned the shower head to the cradle and stepped under the spray, quickly rinsing the remnants of thick jizz from my hair and body.
The shower curtain flew open, revealing all three girls standing there.
Violet pouted. "Aw, did you diddle yourself without us?"
"Sorry," I chuckled and shrugged. "Couldn't help it."
"You're no fun," she playfully huffed and left the bathroom.
"Don't worry, Violet," I called after her. "I'll get even with you." Then I looked at Sarah and Paula. "All of you, actually."
Paula smiled and bounced her eyebrows, and Sarah flashed a wide grin.
"Promise?" Paula teased, biting her lower lip cutely.
I gave her the full weight of my heated gaze. "Absolutely."
She shivered. "Yummy."
Paula left too, leaving Sarah alone with me, who shut the door behind our friend. She came back over and leaned in close to ask quietly, "Did you just jerk off?"
"I had to, you minx!" I playfully slapped her arm. "You guys were driving me crazy!"
I told her what happened, every detail of sucking on the monstrous dong until I bathed in my own spunk.
"No way!" Sarah squealed, eyes wide, then she grinned again. "I'd like to see that."
"Maybe later," I laughed.
Sarah let me finish cleaning up. She handed me a towel and moved back to let me step out and dry off, then she leaned against wall in thought.
"So did you really like that? Us messing with you, I mean."
I groaned. "God, yes. It was so fucking hot."
Sarah chuckled. "Next time, you should let our friend out to join the fun."
I bent over to rub the towel down my legs. "I almost did. That's why I ran off."
"You should have just let it happen," she shrugged.
"No way," I shook my head, straightening up to dry my hair. I noticed Sarah ogling my body as I did so. "The last thing I want to do is freak them out. What if they told someone?"
Sarah clucked her tongue. "Honey, if they knew only half of what I do about how awesome it is to be fucked by you, they'd jump at the chance. Trust me."
"I don't know," I frowned. It was a lovely thought, but man, was it ever risky. "It could be great, or it could go terribly wrong."
Sarah reached out to give my arm an affectionate squeeze. "Nah. They're your friends, Amy. They wouldn't do that to you." She chewed her bottom lip for a second. "I think I know how we can prep them for the big reveal, so to speak."
"How?" I narrowed my gaze, wrapping the towel around my chest.
Sarah shrugged. "I can show them your birthday present, explain the story behind the statue. That way, when they see what you're hiding, they'll know where it came from."
I nodded. "Actually, that might work." Then I shook my head in doubt. "I don't know. It's such a big risk."
"We love you, baby," Sarah said, slipping her arms around my slender waist, pulling me close to her. "Do you want to hide forever? From everyone but me? That would be awful, wouldn't it?"
I slowly nodded, feeling a heavy weight in my heart. "Yeah, that would suck."
"Then let me help you," she said, kissing me sweetly. "Let me help them accept you."
After a long moment of thought, I finally agreed. "Okay. I'm in."
"Great!" Sarah bounced away to the door. "I'll get them ready." She glanced down at my pajamas on the floor, taking note of the big wet spot on the front of my bottoms, then she grinned. "Go get dressed, pants again, and meet me downstairs."
I nodded and headed off to my room. By the time I was clothed again, wearing pajama pants, as Sarah suggested, I was so nervous that my stomach was churning. I sat down on my bed to gather my courage, breathing slow and deep.
"I can do this," I chanted to myself softly, over and over. Then I chanted, "They won't freak out. They won't freak out."
Opening the drawer to my nightstand, I saw the statue of Freyja was gone. Sarah had already taken it downstairs. After a couple of minutes, I had enough courage to get up and make my way down to the living room, pinning up my damp hair in a messy bun. As I neared the living room and entered, I heard Sarah already explaining the statue.
"...Freyja, a fertility goddess. She blessed women with fertility and healthy childbirth. She was also big on their independence, in a way."
"Why does it have a big cock?" Paula asked, making Sarah and Violet chuckle.
"The statue has the power to grant it's owner a single wish," Sarah explained as I walked quietly into the living room to find them sitting on the floor in a circle, with a spot open between Sarah and Violet for me. "It reflects the wish that's been granted."
