So I've posted 2 of my short stories on another website that got no real response, probably due to the content or just how slow the website is. Anyway I was inspired to write these by another author who goes by Sirka and focuses on Futanari mixed with some Cock Growth; mostly with established characters. I liked one of his stories so much, I attempted to write something in a similar vein. I hope I'm doing this right, and enjoy.

Amy gets Cocked
Tags: Futanari/Dickgirl, a little pregnancy, old woman/young woman, cock growth, foreskin, short urethral sounding.

Sitting in the quiet bathroom stall, she felt like her back was against the wall; literally and figuratively. 5 months pregnant with nowhere to turn to; Amy felt lost and confused on what her next best course of action should be. “Well that's the last masked orgy I'll ever attend” she said to herself gloomily. “What's the matter girl?” a matronly voice said suddenly from the nearby stall; spooking Amy. who had thought the bathroom to be deserted. “Having to make a difficult choice?” the voice came through a hole in the stall that Amy hadn't noticed before. “Something like that, yeah.” Amy replied, not really wanting to get into her life's story with a stranger in a bathroom.
“What if I told you that I could...help you with your little problem? Maybe kill two birds with one...sausage, I guess? You kids and your silly sayings.” The voice replied, confusing Amy even more.
“Do you run a clinic that doubles as a restaurant? If so, sure I'd love to stop by sometime.” Amy said somewhat jokingly. “Is that a yes I hear?” The voice asked intently. Amy sighed. “Sure, sure, what's the place's number? Amy said as she started reaching for her phone. Halfway through her purse, Amy started to feel...off. It felt like she was having the start of a stomach ache but at the same time having the urge to relieve herself. Thankfully I'm already on the toilet. She thought as she grabbed some toilet paper and prep'd herself. What she couldn't prepare herself for was when her stomach started to flatten right before her eyes. It's not due for a few more months! Plus shouldn't I be in pain? She thought, perplexed as the ache in her stomach quickly lessened while her urge to urinate increased along with a strange feeling of bloatedness she didn't recognize. Looking up, she noticed a small tent in her skirt that seemed to be rapidly growing larger.
“Ahh, looks like your coming along nicely dear.” The voice said approvingly from it's hole in the stall. “What's happening? What did you do!?” Amy spat accusingly at the occupant of the other stall as the tent started pitching pass her skirt, revealing itself to be a wobbly flesh-colored tube.
“Fixing your problems girl, just like you wanted. Now you won't have to worry about being in such a condition ever again.” The voice replied as a spindly arm came through the hole and quickly tapped the tip of the still lengthening tube. The touch sent a strange shock of pleasure through Amy, giving her pause as the arm started to tug some of the tube's outer circumference away from the tip.
“You've got a lot of foreskin here girl, but don't worry, I can help with that. You'll want to stand a bit, give the boys a chance to breathe.” The voice advised as her hand continued to pull away the extra skin that hid Amy's cock head. My foreskin? The boys? Amy thought as another wave of pleasure swept through her, coming from what she now clearly recognized as a colossal cock sprouting from under her skirt. Unsure of what else she could do, and not quite wanting the hand to stop it's ministrations, she lifted herself off the toilet seat to find that something else had grown as well. Feeling cautiously under her skirt, she felt what was clearly one of the aforementioned boys, swelled to the size of a small pumpkin and pulsating slowly.
Amy turned her attention back to her extensive erection, now with it's glans uncovered thanks to the work of her stall neighbor. “You've turned out better than I had hoped dearie, though a bit larger than I had anticipated. I assume your previous condition is the cause for that though.“ The voice cooed as her hand cupped one of Amy's testicles, causing her to moan at the touch. Amy wasn't great with measurements, but if she had to guess, her new penis was easily a foot and a half long, maybe more. Thick, with a seemingly random crisscrossing of dark veins all over it that seemed to pulse with every heartbeat. Having had the extra skin pulled further down her shaft, she could now see the shiny pink glans at the top, gleaming as a slightly off-white liquid oozed from her tip. I guess wearing skirts is out of the question now. Amy thought as she felt her cock start to twitch from the voice's handiwork, causing the tip to leak more, dripping onto the floor as it quickly filled the space left by her pulled back foreskin. With the increased surge of pre-cum, Amy's urge to pee came back with a vengeance.
“I feel....something coming.” Amy mumbled as she fumbled her attempt at turning herself toward the toilet, quickly stopped by her stall neighbor's hand on her cock. “Sweetie it's alright, just turn your corpulent cock stick toward the hole and keep your prepuce peeled for me.” The voice said as Amy pulled her member toward the hole. Her cock head far too large to fit all the way through, Amy did as she was told and held on to her foreskin's folds as she aimed her tip toward the hole.
Once Amy positioned her cockhead properly; the older lady on the other side got to work using her tongue, slathering it all over what parts of Amy's rod that she could reach while lapping up the pre-cum that bubbled forth as her reward while Amy moaned and panted throughout as her scrotum swelled and gurgled. “While your pre is rather tasty, I think I'm ready for the main course now my pretty.” The woman said, latching her mouth over Amy's piss slit as she darted her strangely lengthy tongue into the depths of Amy's urethral duct. The sensation was almost, but not quite enough to push Amy over the edge. “Please let me cum! I-it's too good!” Amy pleaded; balls gurgling, cock a-twichin' as a strange bulge started to swell on the underside of her shaft, announcing her coming orgasm. After what felt like an eternity to Amy, but could only have been a few moments, the old lady retracted her tongue, allowing all of Amy's new pent-up swimmers to swirl straight into the woman's waiting throat.
After the semen stream slowed to a trickle, the woman found her words while Amy seemed temporarily incapable of speech. “That was an excellent meal; top marks to the chef.” The woman said, wiping some of Amy's cum off her chin with a grin as the hole closed up. Awhile later, Amy came to, greeted by the sight of a bathroom stall covered in dried cum, saliva, and other unidentified juices. This may have bothered old Amy; but new Amy was filled with hope; hope and semen sloshing around her large testicles just waiting for the chance to be sprayed out of her new spunk cannon. Holding her flaccid cock close to her bosom, she quickly made her way out of the thankfully still empty bathroom and back home to where she planned to get more acquainted with her new addition.

END OF STORY 1

Late for the interview
Tags: Futanari/Dickgirl, old woman/young woman, cock growth, foreskin, frottage

"I'm late for a somewhat important date!" Cried the sharply dressed woman as she speed walked her way through the bustling plaza, heading toward the large building in the middle.
As she made her way over, she looked up in dismay at the darkening clouds overhead. "First I'm late, now it's probably going to rain any minute." She said, eyeing the clouds nervously as she entered the lobby. "This is what I get for staying up late watching cute cat videos on the internet." She said to herself while checking the building's directory, scanning for the right company.
"Can I help you ma'am?" The young man at the nearby security desk asked, slowly getting up for a quick stretch. "I think I'm alright, I have an interview with YGT International that started a few moments ago." The woman said, rushing over to sign the guest log quickly. "Ah, they're on floor 42." The man said as he checked the guest log and sat back down, pulling up a newspaper. Spotting the elevators; she walked over and tapped the call button, hoping that she'd get a lucky break. To her relief, one of the elevators announced it's presence with a light dinging noise as one of the doors opened up, allowing a few businessmen to waltz out. Dashing into the now empty elevator, she tapped the right floor and waited for the door to slowly close as generic pop music played from the speakers.
Just as it was almost shut, a wizened hand poked through the slim opening, causing the door to open back up. "Sorry, sorry." said the old lady who the hand belonged to as she tapped a different button and settled in to the elevator. The younger woman smiled faintly as she hit the close door button a few times, and tried to get settled in for a quick ride. Shortly after the elevator started to make it's way up, the two women heard a loud boom outside, as the dark clouds outside finally broke their silence. The two glanced at each other for a moment as suddenly the lights flickered. "That's probably not good...." the younger one said just as the lights went out, causing the elevator to halt it's progress entirely.
"At least that horrid music stopped." The older woman joked from somewhere in the darkness. "Yes, small blessings that." The younger one replied, turning toward the voice. "We might be in here for awhile; I'm Jen." The young woman said, automatically raising her hand for a handshake the old woman couldn't see. "Oh, I'm sure they'll have this fixed up right quick, don't you worry dearie." The old woman replied just as the emergency backup lights turned on.
"I hope so, I've got an interview that I'm missing out on right now." Jen said, staring at the red lights as the old woman gave the girl a quick once over with her eyes.
"Well isn't that most unfortunate now...." The older woman said as she ever so slightly licked her lips and stepped closer to Jen. Attempting to read her watch to tell how late she was, Jen didn't notice the old Crone stepping into her corner of the elevator and, having gotten close enough, lightly kissing her cheek. Immediately spinning around, Jen gasped at the contact, and attempted to back further into her corner. "Woah, now isn't the time to be going senile lady." Jen said as she tried to wipe her cheek with her hand as she suddenly started to feel more uncoordinated than usual. Backing up to one of the walls for support, Jen felt flustered and very warm. This is a very odd day, now horny old ladies are getting frisky with me! Jen thought as the old woman started closing in on her, rubbing her crotch lewdly as she came.
"I know of a great way to pass the time while we wait." The Hag said as an odd bulge started to form at her groin, getting bigger by the second. Jen starred wide-eyed as the old woman lifted her dress, revealing a very meaty cock, already thicker than one of Jen's legs and still growing. A network of thick veins covered the monster, ranging from her bulging tennis-ball sized balls to the drooping foreskin that hid the Hag's cockhead underneath. If she could have, Jen would have screamed, but the Witch's kiss seemed to have paralyzed her somehow. This can't be real, dicks can't get that big! I must have passed out in the parking lot or something! Jen told herself as her eyes darted between the Witch's widening wang and throbbing testicles.
"How about a handjob to start girlie?" The Crone commanded, positioning her package close to Jen's empty hands. Jen tried to shake her head no, but her hand seemed to have a mind of it's own, fondling one of the Hag's bulky balls as her hidden cockhead started to leak pre-cum down her swollen shaft. Not wanting to be outdone, Jen's other hand started stroking near the Crone's tip, pushing more of the floppy foreskin downward, eliciting a grunt from the Hag as the previously unseen glans became visible. Her cock-head looked very much like a sort of mushroom, purple-ish in color and slick with pre-cum.
"Why are you doing this?" Jen whispered; shifting her eyes from the Hag's penis glans and hoping the lights would come back on, causing the old woman and her massive member to disappear like a bad wet dream. "I have a gift for every girl if the opportunity presents itself." The old woman whispered back cryptically. "Besides, after I've had some fun, you'll get your turn." She said as she started to fondle her other testicle and one of Jen's tits at the same time. Groaning from the extra stimulation, the Hag started to buck her hips slightly as more pre-cum flowed over her thick foreskin and spilled onto the floor. Jen could swear she heard the old woman's balls gurgling as her hands became sticky from the vast volume of pre-cum the Hag was putting out.
"Oh dear, it seems I'm a-at my...limit!" The old woman cried out when Jen's hands picked up their pace. Trying to turn her head away, Jen thought for a moment that she saw the old bint's shaft bloat grotesquely just as the old woman aimed her first load straight at Jen's face. Attempting to dodge at this range was useless, so Jen scrunched up her face, took a deep breath, and closed her eyes; thankful that at least she hadn't bothered to put on any makeup that morning. The splash of warm smelly ball goop in her face still came as a bit of a shock to Jen; still hoping against hope that it wasn't real. The rest of the Crone's weakening stream quickly ruined Jen's suit and shoes. Unable to wipe the excess semen excretions off her face, Jen shook what little of herself that she seemed to still have control over to clear her eyes and mouth, preferring to not breath in through her nose, due to the smell. Panting lightly, with her slowly shrinking stiffy in hand, the old woman plucked a glob of her cum off the tip and tasted some of it.
"Mmmmm, tastes so much better when you have more hands to help." The old woman said to herself as she took what was left of the goop and forced it into Jen's mouth when she tried to take a breath. Not able to see it coming; Jen choked, spitting most of it back out. "First you sexually assault me, now you try to kill me!?!" Jen squealed , seemingly finding her voice again if not quite gaining control of her limbs. "Oh, you'll thank me later sweetie, life's much more fun with a cock and balls than a boring old axe wound." The Crone twitted at her prey as she started taking off Jen's soiled dress pants. "Get off me you old bitch!" Jen growled as she attempted to kick her legs to no avail. "Don't be so mad sweetpea, I'm just helping you get more comfortable before my ball stew takes effect." The Hag cackled as Jen started feel like her bladder was a little too full. "I'm gonna piss on you if you don't leave me alone...." Jen threatened, which caused the old woman to chortle to herself. Her threat falling on deaf ears, the Hag began to rub the front of Jen's panties with her quickly stiffening hardon, making the pressure on Jen's bladder even worst.
"I haven't gone cock to cock with another gal in what feels in ages; now is as good a time as any I suppose." The old woman said as Jen looked down to see that there was a decently sized bulge in the front of her panties that shouldn't have been there. "I don't wanna be like you; please stop this..." Jen whimpered as the Hag continued her attentions while the bulge got bigger. "I'll do anything! I...I have money! Connections! Aah s-shit!" Jen yelped as her expanding erection torn a large hole through her panties, rendering them useless. Looking down again, Jen was horrified to see that she had apparently mostly taken after her captor. Her distending dong had a very dangly foreskin with more veins than she could count and was seemingly longer than the Hag's penis while still being of similar girth. Her semen tanks looked to be about the size of baseballs as well. With her unit mostly grown it appeared, Jen started feeling new sensations, sensations that she didn't want, but didn't have much of a choice about.
"I...don't like this..." Jen said, grimacing as she felt her testicles starting to bloat and fill with baby batter. This seemed to start a chain reaction in her cock, causing it to start expanding as well. "Awwww, it's ok pumpkin, you'll change your mind after your first orgasm." The old woman said, having finished stroking herself to full mass. "This'll be a fun treat for both of us I assure you." The Witch said as she started rubbing her own phallus against Jen's prick, exposing part of Jen's glads in the process. Jen tried to ignore the pleasant stimulation, but her boner had other plans. In short order Jen found herself starting to drip pre-cum all over both her own shaft, the floor, and the Hag's turgid member.
"You...ah....think I enjoy this...penis...rubbing?" Jen struggled to say over the wet noises caused by the the two women's pre-cum covered dork frottage.
"There's no reason to lie, you should be more honest with yourself, like your friend here." The older woman said as she pulled back all of Jen's foreskin, fully exposing her inner glads for the first time. "Nooo s-shit, please don't do that!" Jen squealed as her cock started to twitch in response to the sensation. What Jen felt at first could only be described as a pre-gasm; as her member quickly shot off a few ropes of fresh cock girl cum into the air, causing her prick to swell further while her balls churned rapidly. "Wait, it-I....my c-cock..." Jen struggled to speak while the Witch immediately noticed the signs of Jen's first impending orgasm and sped up her rubbing, using both hands now to keep their massive members locked together while pulling and pushing their foreskins up and down their shafts. The gurgling within their scrotums almost palpable as the sound of their long schlongs rubbing together helped thrust them both to the peak of orgasm.
"That...oh god....I c-can't...hhhghh!" Jen tried to say as the tell-tale bulge in her shaft appeared, mirrored by the the Hag's own closely embraced erection.
"It's alright girl just...l-let it all...OUT!" The Crone exclaimed as both women came at the same time, spewing absurd amount of jizm all over themselves and into the air.
"That...amazing....cock...." Jen mumbled as she stumbled to the floor, balls and stamina drained.
The old woman looked down at her newly cocked acquaintance and smiled.
"Enjoy your package new girl; you probably won't be getting much real rest over the next few days." She said, chuckling to herself as she suddenly phased into the wall and disappeared.
Moments later, Jen came to as the power surged back on.
"...Wait; where am I?" Jen asked the empty elevator as she got off the cool floor; checking her watch to see that she had somehow lost an hour and her interview slot. There's no way that dream actually happened....right? Jen thought to herself as she hit the button for ground floor. But just in case. Stepping into the guest bathroom; Jen locked the door and hit the lights....slowly undoing her pants. What greeted her was clearly a 7 inch flaccid uncut cock and some baseball sized balls very snugly fitting into her panties somehow.
Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck....it was real...I gotta get home.
And go home Jen did.

END OF STORY 2