Growth [MF] pt 1

I used to be small. My cock was barely four and a half inches, straight forward just enough for a hand to wrap around. I always thought it would grow on its own and when that didn’t happen I tried every “solution” I found on the internet. Magic pills, Jelking, weights, pumps. None of it works. My dick was the same length it always was my whole life. I had about given up and resigned myself to being below average. To make up for it I built up my outward appearance. I hit the gym 5 times a week for atleast 2 hours a day. Weights, intense cardio and of course I meticulously tracked what I ate. I took great care of my hygiene and hair. In all ways I was an adonis. Except for my fucking cock.

I was good with the ladies. I made sure I always treated them well. Of course they were a person first and an attractive woman second. I’m a feminist. But even when we were in the middle of things getting hot and heavy my cock could stop her in her tracks. They could take one look and all of the sudden it’s let’s take things slow. Michelle was naked on all fours ready to suck when she said it. I needed to fix this issue. No longer would my own cock get in the way of me and a sweet cunt.

Where to turn was the question. All manner of “practical” medicine failed. And I didn’t care to spend money on a risky procedure that would most likely end up with my cock limp and useless even if it was technically bigger. This was maddening. There has to be something. This is where I found it. A site on the second to last page of results. I clicked on it. The web page clearly hadn’t been updated since early 2000 but something drew me to it. It was simple and to the point. In the center of the screen it showed a picture of a before and after. Same man, 2 sizes of cocks. I thought about it being photoshop but I then scrolled down to see a video of the before and after as well. There’s no way you could fake this. Just no way. He was smaller even than me in the first video. In the second he was bigger than any pornstar I’ve ever seen. Proportionate, perfect curve and veiny. The head was just barely bigger than the shaft. Looking to be almost the size of a small woman’s forearm. God this is what I wanted, no needed. The ladies loved everything else about me. Now they would finally crave me.

How does it work? The website only had one other page, on it a number to call. I picked up my phone, my hands trembling in excitement and I dialed. I had to delete and retype several times as I could barely contain myself. My breaths were short and eratic. I noticed my cock hard as a rock. I guess it’s ready for the fix just as much as I am. The phone rang.

After what seemed like an extraordinarily long dial tone, probably due to my own readiness and impatience, the phone clicked and a woman answered.

“Current size?” She said in a slow sweet tone with a slight vocal fry.

I choked on my throat. I had to contain my excitement. I swallowed air. “Four”, I paused, “and a half.”

“Ooh, big boy”, she moaned. “We can help you darling, no need to worry. Come to 824 Pershing Ave. Okay?”

“When?”

“Now sweetie”, she said softly. And then the phone clicked off.

“Fuck”, I thought. This is amazing. Who knew it could be this easy. But I paused for a moment,

“Who knew it could be this easy?” I said aloud. I better be careful. I’ll text someone where I’m going just so they know my last location. 824 Pershing Ave. Across town. Crazy that they are so close. Only 30 minutes drive. And each minute felt like 10 as I drove there. The neighborhood was unfamiliar, industrial, and abandoned. My better judgment was telling me to turn around now, it’s too good to be true. But my cock, still stiff yet barely filling my jeans, was telling me to forge ahead. 892, 874, 850, 836. Here it is. 824. A small building recessed into the others. Brick, two stories, and dark.

A sign out front with the business’ name was out front but it was faded from years of sun exposure and was almost completely unreadable. One word remained on this sign. Growth. I walked my way to the front door, clenching my right hand into a fist, ready to knock on the door. I was going up the steps, raising my fist when the door opened. A woman framed in the doorway, I tripped and fell into her with a gasp. Hand first then head into her chest. She caught me with surprising strength and agility. It was then I looked up and fully realized her beauty.

A petite pale woman with red hair falling over her shoulders, slightly curly, enough to give it volume. She had the perfect hourglass figure. Hips wide enough to grip with an ass I could only assume at the time to be firm but jiggled for days. Moving up her tiny waste to her tits hidden behind a button up shirt and jacket that hinted at her professionalism. Easily looking to be d cups or bigger. Her shirt was tucked into a pencil skirt that was just long enough to avoid being slutty. Fishnet stockings accentuated her smooth toned legs. Black heels finished her outfit perfectly. This woman exuded sexual energy.

“Hello” She laughed. I noticed my hand was still on her tits. She made a great balancing surface to catch myself on.

“Oh fuck, I’m sorry”, regaining confidence after my embaresment.

She smiled, “it’s OK, accidents happen! Are you here for the treatment mr.-” she paused.

“Carter”

“Mr. Carter, yes. You just called”, all of the sudden I recognized her voice. Her slight raspiness became clear. She answered the phone earlier. “You’re the big boy, typically my clients are much smaller than you are, I’m quiet surprised, and how handsome” She smiled heavily eyeing me over. “No need to explain of course. Everyone wants to improve themselves as much as they can. Now come on in”

She turned around sharpely making her way into the dreary building. Her ass was even better than I thought. She filled out a pencil skirt amply, almost stretching the fabric to the point of becoming see through. Her hips swayed with each step, almost hypnotizing me. All my fears were calmed. What could she do to me. Such an attractive woman like herself. I felt safe, warm, ready. She opened the last door of the hallway that had a plaquard that read Operating Room. Strangely it looked nothing like a hospital surgery room. It looked like a bedroom. The lighting was seductive. Dark enough to hint at features but bright enough to see clearly, and warm. She sat at the edge of the bed, legs crossed looking up at me.

“Well, arent you going to join me?” She said innocently.

“Yes of course”, I walked over and sat next to her, my eyes staring deeply into hers. She became intense, as if she was extremely interested in me, and me only.

“How big do you want to be?”

I had to think about that. Seven? Seems like a wasted opportunity. Don’t want to go too big either. Maybe 9 inches, and atleast 7 inches for girth. Curve upwards and a thick head. That was my decision.

“Oh sweetie, are you sure, you can pick any size. I could give you a 14 incher. 30 inches I could even make it black.” She chuckled. “You seem to know what you want and I respect that. Don’t worry you’ll get it. But you have to go through the whole process or it won’t work. Okay sweetie?”

“Anything, of course”

“Take it out for me would you?” She got up from the bed and walked away from me slowly and sensually looking back as I unbuckled my belt and slid off my pants.

“You can get naked, please. You wouldn’t deny me a hot body like yours, would you?” She teased. I stripped fully my skin reflected the lighting of the room. She smiled. She started to strip off her clothes too. First her jacket, she slipped of her shoulders, causing her breasts to stress her buttons on the front of her shirt. One of them popped off towards me.

“Oops”, She lied. “Better take this off now”

She sensually undid each button rubbing her hands down her body and biting her lip. She looked at my crotch. I was hard as steel. She smiled and took off her shirt revealing her pillowy tits suspended perfectly in her bra, it almost didn’t even look necessary, as she took it off my suspicions were confirmed. They were so perky especially for their size they seemed to defy gravity. Her nipples were smaller than a quarter, and pink. She made her way back over to me as she unzipped her skirt from the side releasing her ass to the open air.

Her skin was like cream, her features so unreal I could hardly believe it. My cock was aching from anticipation.

“Are you ready?” She whispered. I nodded. Her fit figure, just toned enough to hint at muscles under her skin, stood over me. She sank down, her mouth drawing closer and closer to my head. My cock was ready to burst already. She whispered something next to my throbbing member and smiled then outstretched her tongue to lick my shaft. She teased my for what seemed like an eternity with her tongue. I felt as if I was somehow growing harder and harder. It was almost painful, then it was painful. I grimaced and closed my eyes in pain.

“Fuck” I said loudly. “I’m so hard it hurts. Stop fucking teasing me.”

She looked up at me with a smirk. Her eyes turned black, horns grew out of her head and wings unfolded from her back. Fear echoed throughout my body and I wanted to scream. Just then something popped, a flash of intense heat and the most pain I’ve ever felt before. My cock felt like it was literally going to explode. My eyes winced again and I gritted my teeth, but I could feel something different. A heaviness in my crotch I’ve never felt before. I looked down still in sheer pain and I saw my cock. It was pulsing, growing in length and girth. Fraction of an inch by fraction of an inch. It swelled and swelled. Growing new veins and new vessels. She saw the look of shock on my face and knew how I felt. I couldn’t believe it. My cock was growing. Not just going form flaccid to soft but as if getting harder and harder. It curled upwards while the head swelled and veins pulsed. The pain was subsiding and my new cock was twitching. Slowing its growth to reach its final size. It easily needed 3 full hands to cover it. I was amazed, and horny as fuck.

She stood up from her position, in what I assume to be her true form. Still just as hot as she was before but now demonic. She stood smiling at me with just her fishnets and heels on. My cock wanted her, I wanted her still.

“You like?” She asked braggingly.

“My cock or you?”

“Are the answers any different?”

“No they’re the same. I fucking love it” I stared deeply into her black eyes, precum was already leaking from my new cock.

“Hmmm, good sweetie, now we must discuss my payment”

“Payment?” I was confused. She hadn’t mentioned anything about this before.

“Yes sweetie, I require payment. It’s an easy payment, im sure you’ll enjoy it. All I require is your new thick meaty cock to cum up inside of my hot cunt. Sound fair?”

It sounded more than fair to me. Now that everything about me was perfect, I’d be ready to show her and any other woman what I can really do. She better be prepared for what she created.

Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/qlt6yp/growth_mf_pt_1