Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 TITLE: Granted II
PART: Chapter 3
AUTHOR: Big Al
KEYWORDS: ped fant mg fg piv 1st g1st exhib size public cons
SUMMARY: Belle's second wish leads to a lot of delights and surprises
for Al!  This story is inspired by and set in the same world as the story
'Grand Ted' by Zorlond.  The character 'Chantelle' belongs to Zorlond and
is used with his permission; all other characters are of my own devising.
You can find Zorlond's story here:
https://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/Zorlond/Grand%20Ted/Grand%20Ted%20-%20Ch
apter%2001.txt NOTE: You do not have to read his story to understand and
enjoy this one, but as it is a good read, I highly recommend it.
   **********
   "I gotta admit, Belle," Chantelle said, "you really knew what you
wanted."
   The redheaded 11 year old girl was on one foot, tugging off her blue
bikini bottom.  She paused in her undressing to regard the green genie. 
"What do you mean?"
   Chantelle was sitting cross-legged in mid-air, wearing cut-off jean
shorts and a halter top that showed enormous cleavage.  A glowing green
laptop was perched on her knees, and Belle was pretty sure that the laptop
would be insubstantial if anyone but the genie touched it.  Chantelle had
taken to reading Al's smut stories that were posted on the Web, ever since
the little girl had told her about them.  Apparently the genie spent all
her free time reading them now, except for when Al and Belle fucked, in
which case she avidly watched the wanton incest.
   "I've almost never had a first wish go that well," Chantelle averred. 
"Almost everyone who finds my lantern wishes too quickly at first, and gets
something that they didn't actually want but only thought they did, or
worse, something they didn't intend.  I mean, most learn from their first
wish, although some don't.  But you...  You've been walking on air for the
past two months.  Never breathe a word about a second wish.  It's almost
like...  you don't need another wish."
   Belle grinned as she tossed her shed bikini onto the pile of dirty
laundry in the corner by her bunk.  Chantelle was certainly right: she WAS
incredibly happy.  Being Al's lover was utterly intoxicating.  They'd
fucked almost every night (and some days) since prom night a couple months
ago.  Even though the wish had only affected his decision for the first
night, he had enjoyed it so much, and was so taken in by her obvious
besotment, that he wanted to continue being lovers.
   Especially since she had told him seriously that she didn't mind if he
wanted to date other girls; in fact, she encouraged him to, since it would
make him happy.  All she wanted was him to love her too.  Al had gained
confidence from having lost his virginity, and now freely flirted with Lynn
and Kristin - his two crushes, who had remained single after prom, choosing
not to hook up with their prom dates - and several other girls besides.
   It also probably helped that his horny little redheaded cousin now
constantly called him 'Daddy'.
   "Well, you're right," she giggled, grabbing a bar of soap and a towel.
"There's not really anything else *I* want." Chantelle and her laptop
floated through the air after Belle as the young girl went to the communal
shower.  Belle was at summer camp, and Chantelle paused from reading smut
to survey all the naked young girl-flesh on display under the various
nozzles in the large tile-walled room.  Some of the girls, who ranged from
ages 7 to 14, were still a little shy about showing their nakedness, even
if it was just to other girls, but Belle had also gained confidence since
giving her virginity to Al, and now paraded herself shamelessly.
   Chantelle watched the preteen redhead, licking her green lips as the
girl rinsed her long gorgeous hair under the spray, the water running
sensuously down her underdeveloped body.  Belle's nipples were hard, and
the genie wondered if it was because she knew the genie was watching, or if
it was from being around so many other hot little girls.  Belle clearly had
a bit of a lezzie side.  The green woman wondered idly if it was a natural
development within her, or if reading all the lesbian and reverse gangbang
content in Al's stories had converted her.
   "Well," Chantelle finally said as Belle began soaping herself off,
luxuriating in the hot water, "I guess you could wish for long life,
prosperity, good health, and many daughters for the two of you?  Something
like that." She sounded a bit dubious about her own suggestion, clearly
preferring debauched wishes over mundane ones.
   Belle made a hmm sound at the genie's words.  "Actually, I've been
trying to think about a spell for Al.  My first spell was for me, and
that's more or less all I want out of life." Having gotten out of the habit
of saying the word 'wish', Belle had begun substituting the word 'spell' in
its stead.
   Chantelle had almost never had a master make a wish on someone else's
behalf.  Even the most altruistic masters succumbed to the temptations that
3 wishes without restraint could engender.  "You worship the ground he
walks on.  He's more than the boy you love, he's practically a god to you."
   Belle flushed, and the genie spied her tiny pink clit peeking out
between her cuntlet lips where she had just soaped herself.  "Yeah," she
admitted, rubbing her soapy hand gently on her clit.  She didn't seem to
notice what she was doing, but Al was on her mind, and so her instinct came
naturally to her.
   "Why?" Chantelle asked curiously.
   The redhead shrugged.  "He always makes me so happy.  I don't know how
he does it.  I've loved him for as long as I can remember.  Sitting in his
lap when I was younger was the most wonderful thing in the world, I felt
safe and loved and protected and as blissful as could possibly be.  He
still makes me feel that way.
   "So I want to do whatever I can to make HIM happy," she finished, biting
her lip cutely to suppress a tiny sigh of pleasure.  Chantelle noticed a
couple of the other girls starting to take note of Belle's self-play, more
than one of whom seemed interested.
   "So that's why you haven't made another wish," Chantelle concluded.
   The redhead nodded.  "I'm trying to think of the best spell to make him
happy.  Only got two." She looked at the genie, suddenly concerned.  "Er,
you don't mind waiting, do you?"
   A peal of laughter erupted from the green woman, sending her large tits
jiggling enticingly before Belle's eyes.  Her preteen nipples were so hard
now they felt like they could shatter; she was already turned on by
thinking of Al, and now seeing all these hot nude girls, whom she was busy
imagining being fucked by her beloved cousin as she watched.
   "No, I don't mind," Chantelle assured her, chuckling.  "Genies don't get
bored easily.  Especially not with quality smut at hand.  Besides, I want
you to make sure you make the best wish you can.  But, if you don't mind me
saying so...?"
   Belle nodded at her to go ahead, her eyes slightly hooded as she kept
diddling her clit gently.  Chantelle smiled to watch her, and continued,
"Reading all these stories about your cousin's superhero...  I think
Champion Prime is a self-insert for him, whether it's a smut story or not
that Al writes him in."
   "Mmhmm," Belle murmured, as if to say, "Well, duh!"
   Chantelle rolled her eyes in good humor, "Well, I don't think there's so
much something Al wants to HAVE that would make him happy...but what he
wants to BE.  If you know what I mean."
   Belle's eyes snapped open with a hot gasp as she suddenly realized what
Chantelle was getting at, and her second wish crystallized in her mind. 
She also gasped, because at that moment, a 14 year old girl had come up
behind her and groped Belle's barely budded tits in both hands.  Several of
the other girls in the shower giggled at Belle's shock, although quite of
few of those giggles were rather heated.
   "Hey girl," the young teen murmured in her ear.  "I didn't know you were
a lesbian too.  Let's play."
   Her instinctive response came out as a low moan as the 14 year old
brunette fondled her boobies gently.  "I'm not a--" She stopped, feeling
the pleasure ripple gently through her.  Not the same as when Al touched
her, but pleasure nonetheless.  She had kissed her best friend Katie
before, and liked it.  She did like looking at Chantelle.  She did like
looking at all these hot nude little girls, even if it was mostly to
fantasize about watching Al fuck them.  "Well," she amended, "I guess I'm
bi."
   "Good," the brunette said, sliding a hand down Belle's soapy torso to
caress her cuntlet lips.  She pressed her lips to the preteen girl's neck
and murmured, "I'm Kelsey."
   "I'm Belle," she panted, her glazed eyes barely catching sight of
Chantelle watching eagerly.  "I didn't know I would like this but...  I
like it very muchhhhh..." Her answer trailed off into a guttural groan as
she felt Kelsey rubbing her damp bush along her lil ass, with the hot water
falling over them as the 14 year old just barely stuck a finger into the
redhead's bald pussy.
   Kelsey lifted her face from sucking Belle's neck to look at all the
other girls who were watching.  "Fresh meat, ladies," she announced, and 3
other girls, also lesbians, came to join in the caressing and worshipping
of Belle's delicious little body.  Belle's rapturous cries began filling
the large shower room, and even the non-lesbian girls there had to admit it
was pretty hot to see her nude form kissed and licked and sucked and
stroked.
   Belle leaned her head back, and Kelsey pressed her lips to hers, as a
blonde 9 year old girl began eating the 11 year old's twatlet out.  Belle
tasted her first pussy that day, and 3 other pussies besides, and thought
they were all delicious.  Not as delicious as Al's cockmeat though (which
he had finally let her suck, since he now knew he wouldn't bust his nut
right away).
   As hot as this new and unfamiliar lesbian action was, what made it even
hotter was imagining that Al was kissing and fucking these girls too...
   ***
   The following morning, Al stirred awake in his bed at home.  The sun was
peeking through the closed blinds, and he stretched sleepily without
opening his eyes.  He registered that his feet were off the end of the bed,
and was mildly puzzled.  His head was still firmly on the pillow, so
perhaps the pillow had scooted down from the headboard during the night?
   He rolled over, throwing the blanket off him and bringing his legs over
to the side of the bed so he could sit up, and suddenly became aware of a
thick meaty mass between his legs.  Sitting up, opening his eyes, and
looking down all at once, he was shocked beyond belief to see that he had
an enormous cock!
   A flaccid slab of man-beef, riddled with veins, lay against his inner
thigh over balls larger than oranges, going almost to his knee, and much
thicker than it used to be.  Hell, it was bigger flaccid than his normal
erection had been!  He prodded it gently, as if to prove to himself that it
was real and tangible.  He definitely felt it, it was his cock, and small
shivers of pleasure washed through him from the contact.
   "I'm dreaming," he said, and was surprised again - this time, to hear
how deep and resonant his voice was.  He reached to the bedside table for
his glasses, and suddenly realized that he was already seeing perfectly,
though his glasses still lay on the table.  And everything around him
seemed smaller, somehow.  He stood up, treated to the pleasant sensation of
his now massive dick swaying between his legs, and everything in the room
became tiny.
   It took him a moment to realize that this was due to increased height.
And he had muscles!  His attention had been wrested to his giant cock
initially when he looked down, but he now had hard, firm, chiseled muscles,
even a six-pac!  "Bloody hell," he murmured, and was treated anew to his
strangely deep voice.
   Definitely a dream, Al concluded, but everything seemed so real and
tangible.  But then dreams always were, weren't they?  He tried to float
off the ground - that was usually his litmus test for confirming that he
was dreaming - but found he couldn't.  He shook his head.  Despite that
failure, it still had to be a dream.  Right?
   He poked his head out of his bedroom door, making sure no one was
around, then grabbed a towel to cover himself and trotted across the hall
to the bathroom, locking the door behind him.  He winced slightly on the
way; he had to be careful how he walked, or he'd crush his newly huge nuts
between his thighs.  Now he took stock of himself in the mirror.  "Holy
shit," he exclaimed.  He was a STUD!  Muscles adorned every inch of him, he
was several inches taller, he was fully tanned now (without lines) instead
of his previous geeky pallor, and his short dark hair was now a mass of
silky golden curls falling about his shoulders.  He hadn't become aware of
his new hair before, so enthralled with everything else.
   Instead of dark peach fuzz on his cheeks, he now had a fully formed
blonde goatee on his chin.  His flesh was manscaped, save for his crotch,
which began just below his belly button with a tapered point, then
expanding lower into his mass of silky golden pubic curls, wreathing the
base of his cock.  And what a magnificent cock!  It swayed and twitched
gently between his legs, the bulbous knob hanging between his knees, each
twitch sending tiny shivers of pleasure through him.
   Nature called him more urgently then; he had to take a dump, as he
usually did when getting up in the mornings, but the excitement of this
dream - it had to be a dream - had shaken that urge out of him temporarily.
He tried to sit on the toilet seat, only to discover that he couldn't
easily fit his cock in...  his knob trailed into the water, before he stood
up and exclaimed in disgust.  How was he supposed to sit on the toilet with
a cock this damn long?
   Al had to laugh at himself then, and his laughter was a deep baritone as
well.  He supposed he didn't have much room to complain.  He settled for
standing in a bit of a squat over the toilet, so that his cock was able to
dangle mostly freely - he still had to hold it up a little bit - while he
pissed and shit.  His newly muscular quads were able to hold himself in
that position with no effort at all; it was as easy as sitting down, which
surprised but gratified him.
   In all his fantasies about having a giant cock, he'd never contemplated
the downsides, as it were.  He wondered what other unexpected problems he
might encounter.  But for now, his attention was entirely on his wonderful
new body as he stood up, having cleaned himself.  He wanted to play with
this awesome new cock, before he woke up (although come to think of it, he
couldn't remember the last time he had had to shit in a dream), so he
turned on the shower water and stepped in, letting the hot water splash
over him.  The sensation of the water running along his sculpted tanned
flesh was exquisite, and he took his cock in his hands, noticing for the
first time how much larger and broader his hands were, proportionate to his
newly increased height and musculature.
   Yet despite his larger hands, he could just barely make his fingertips
meet around his cock...  it was incredibly thick!  And long, of course; but
it was now swelling even further as he stroked and toyed with his cockmeat.
It was even more ultrasensitive to pleasure now, and tingles shivered
through him nonstop.
   It was a fantastic sight, able to see perfectly as the water fell atop
his rising fucktool.  Veins as thick as Belle's pinky finger bulged out,
pumping blood to build his erection, and his knob engorged along with his
shaft.  Longer and longer his cock stretched, as it rose higher and higher,
and his girth increased, forcing his fingertips apart.  He could literally
feel his balls growing heavier, and sinking with the weight as they too
bloated.
   His dick was now a pulsating, curved pillar of phenomenal cockmeat, the
obese knob reaching up almost to the same height as his chest!  It twitched
and leapt erratically with his shivers of pleasure, threatening to burst
free of his grip, as if eager to plunge deep inside a warm wet welcoming
pussy.
   "This has to be a dream," he said again, and was still surprised by his
deep baritone.  But he was going to make the most of this dream, as clear
and sustained as it was.  He began jacking himself off beneath the shower
water, growling with new pleasures.  His previous six-inch length had been
easy to jack off; now he possessed what was definitely well more than a
foot of cockmeat, meaning there was far more to stroke.
   He started gently at first, rubbing and stroking along his shaft,
tracing the gently pulsing veins, in utter awe of his own cock.  He
couldn't stop groaning with pleasure; as a teenager growing up in a house
with his family, he'd become adept at masturbating almost silently over the
past several years.  But now, his cockflesh was so sensitive to pleasure,
that he couldn't stop the bestial grunts and moans guttering from his
throat, though he tried to keep them as quiet as he could.
   Every inch of his shaft was even MORE sensitive than his previously
6-inch dick's most-sensitive area had been: that triangle of sensitive
flesh where his shaft met the head.  And as more of his cockskin was so
fondled, his overall pleasure rocketed.  He was almost afraid to actually
touch his ultra-sensitive triangle (where shaft met knob) now, given how
sensitive the rest of his cock was.
   He was breathing heavily now, not from exertion but from pleasure, and
his hips had begun bucking up into his stroking hands of their own accord.
With rising anticipation, he gently stroked that ultra-sensitive triangle
of cockflesh...
   "OHHGN!" His shout rang through the bathroom as a thunderbolt of ecstasy
crashed through his body.  His cock ripped itself out of his hands,
lurching violently as his churning balls released a load of jizz to shoot
up his phenomenally long shaft and fling out three thick hot powerful jets
of musky, raunchy cum.
   Al stood there for long moments afterward, toes curled, fingers arched.
His immense cock was rock-hard and thrumming like a tightly wound harp
string, with cum oozing out of the tip to plop in a lewd dollop on the
shower tiles.  That hadn't been an orgasm - not quite.  It was the moment
when one reached the very threshold of orgasm so suddenly that he started
to cum, but held back.
   Breathing heavily, with lusty exertion, Al gazed in awe at the cum
coating the shower wall.  Three thick puddles of gunk were splattered, each
one multiple times bigger than his entire load had once been.  Cum oozed
down the tiles of the wall in slow thick rivulets.
   Carefully, almost gingerly, he took ahold of his huge throbbing cockmast
again, moaning in that newly deep voice as he played and toyed with
himself. His pleasure heightened again, and he found himself thrusting his
hips up to slide his giant dick along his grasp.  His sexual delight rose
like a wave, higher and higher, till precum was streaming down his shaft as
freely as the falling shower water was, and then he could hold back no
longer.
   His dick lurched again, but he was prepared this time, and managed to
keep a firmer grasp of it, and he clamped his mouth together, biting off
his scream of animal triumph.  Thunderbolts of ecstasy shot up his cock
with each fat roiling jet of spunk that pulsed out of his knob.  His entire
body trembled with the force of his pleasure, climaxes of rapture crashing
over him like mighty waves, as more and more cum rocketed out of his cock.
   Through glazed eyes, he watched his cock in awe, the enormous beast
jerking and twitching erratically, literally geysering jizz onto the shower
wall.  He didn't know how long he kept cumming, but he couldn't seem to
stop.  He was drowning in tsunamis of sexual euphoria, a continuous orgasm
that lasted for well over five minutes of nonstop spunking.
   When it was over, he was panting, but from the afterglow of utter bliss,
rather than any soreness or exhaustion.  His cock remained rock-hard,
standing at full attention, and his muscles felt invigorated rather than
tired.  The tile wall in front of him - including the shower handle - was
completely carpeted in jizz.  Inch-thick layers of it completely covered it
almost to the ceiling, oozing slowly down the wall.
   And he was still as horny as his hugely erect dick would suggest.  But
damn, that was already a huge mess in front of him to clean up.  But it
felt so good...
   "Oh, what the hell," he grinned, thrilled by his own baritone, and he
jacked off several more times.  When he was done, he was surfing on a high
of afterglow, a dopey smile of bliss plastered on his face.  The shower
wall was utterly caked in his own cum.  He still felt invigorated rather
than tired at all, and there was no weariness or soreness in his muscles.
   Most incredibly of all, his mammoth fucktool was still at attention,
standing tall and proud, unbowed.  It was a deep deep red, almost purple.
Al was tempted to just keep jacking off, but he knew he couldn't do it
forever; besides the water was starting to lose its heat.  He concentrated
a little bit, and was able to successfully convince his cock to lower and
soften, quite a feat of self control, one he wasn't sure he would have been
able to do before this morning.
   Even flaccid and smaller, his cock was still thick and long, the knob
dangling between his knees, the shaft at least as thick as his
untransformed forearm had been.  He rinsed off and stepped out of the
shower, grabbing the towel that was now woefully undersized for his new
frame, and dried off.  His muscle-chiseled skin practically gleamed, and
was hardly wrinkled at all, despite the time he'd spent in the shower.
   Once he was dried off, he wrapped the towel around his waist and darted
across the hall to his room again.  He had to find some clothes that would
fit him, but he wasn't sure if he'd be able to in his closet - or anywhere
in the house for that matter - given how much taller and broader he was. 
As he rummaged through his closet, he kept getting distracted by the
rippling of his own muscles, and the pleasurable twitching of his cock
between his thighs - although he constantly had to spread his thighs
farther apart, to keep from crushing his own bloated nuts now.
   In the back of his mind, he was starting to accept that this was no
dream.  It was lasting too long.  It was too clear and solid.  And, most
importantly, he desperately WANTED it to be real.  After several minutes,
he managed to find some elastic sweat pants that stretched enough to
accommodate his legs.  They were still too short, ending around his shins,
and he had to keep the waistband low around his hips to keep the crotch
material from riding his balls painfully; as it was, each nut was pressed
against an inner thigh, and his right leg was quite squeezed, sharing the
pants leg with his huge member, making that leg look much bigger until
below the knee.
   He also managed to fit into his nightshirt; once it had been so big on
him that it went nearly to his knees; now, it barely reached his waist, and
the short sleeves only covered about an inch of his arms.  It was, he
noted, ideal for showing off his rippling musculature, as tight a fit as it
was.  He didn't even try to pull socks on, although he wondered what he
could do for shoes.
   At any rate, Al didn't need shoes to get around his own house, and so he
went to the hall closet and pulled out some cleaning supplies, a garbage
bag, and a lot of toilet paper, before taking them into the bathroom to
clean off the shower.  He had to use multiple rolls of toilet paper, but
eventually he managed to scoop all his cockgunk off the tile wall and into
the garbage bag, before spraying down the shower with Lysol and wiping it
clean.
   He took the garbage bag out to the bin in the garage before going into
the kitchen and washing his hands.  The house was quiet.  Belle was at
camp, and his dad had gotten up early to go into the office.  His mother, a
nurse practitioner, had been on-call all night and so was slumbering
soundly.
   Al sighed.  Even that exhalation sounded different.  As strange as this
whole situation was, it was far too coherent to be a dream.  Somehow...  he
had become the stud he'd always wished to be.  Like Champion Prime!  It hit
him that his appearance was now exactly as he'd always described the
titular hero of the stories he wrote.
   But how would everyone else react to this strange and wondrous change?
"Mum?" he called hesitantly, going to the master bedroom door and knocking
gently.  He winced a little at how deep his voice sounded; it would give
away the changes that had occurred before his mother even laid eyes on him.
   He heard her murmur something through the door, and knocked again. 
"Mum, uh...  could you come out here, please?  Don't panic, but, um,
something's happened."
   Her bleary voice was clearer now, and he heard her getting up and moving
around.  "Are you alright?"
   "Yeah, I'm fine," he assured her.  "Just come look."
   There was some more movement, and then the door opened.  His mother
stood there in her night robe, blinking at him.  He had already been taller
than she was, but now he towered over her.
   "...Al?" Her voice was disbelieving.
   "It's me, Mum.  I don't know what happened.  I woke up like this," the
words all tumbled out of him.
   She took his arm and tugged him to the den.  It was almost laughable the
way the small older woman tried to guide her suddenly giant son around like
a kid, but he was pliant, and sat on the couch as she directed.  "What
happened?  Are you on drugs?  Steroids?" She was clearly incredibly
anxious, but had become all business, pulling out her stethoscope and
medical kit.
   "No, Mum!" he said, aghast.  "I've not done anything.  I've no idea
how--"
   "Breathe deeply," she commanded, and he fell silent to obey, as she
listened to his heart, then took his pulse, followed by his temperature. 
She asked him a bevy of questions about possible symptoms and activities he
might have been undertaking, and finally just stood in front of him,
frowning deeply.  Even sitting, his head was almost of a height with hers.
"We're going to the emergency room," she finally said.
   "What?" Al furrowed his brow.  "But--"
   "This isn't natural," his mother said.  "Whatever caused this, there's
bound to be side effects, medical repercussions, et cetera.  We've got to
get you checked out.  I'll get dressed."
   Al was left to gape wordlessly as she disappeared back to her room, and
he rooted around for some footwear, eventually settling on some old loose
sandals that were still too small for his much broader, longer feet.  Mum
was very solicitous of him as she hustled him to the car and drove them to
the hospital, constantly asking how he was feeling, and if any symptoms of
anything had started.  He kept reassuring her that he was fine.  Well,
perhaps slightly cramped, given that the passenger seat of the car didn't
scoot back far enough to accommodate his legs.  But he was such a paragon
of health now - just as Champion Prime was - that he scarcely felt any
discomfort in his flexible limbs.
   "How long is this gonna take?" he wondered.  "I have to tutor Erin this
afternoon--"
   "Call them and let them know," she advised him.  "The hospital's going
to have to run some tests, I'm sure."
   "Er, okay," he said, a bit disappointedly.  He had been looking forward
to seeing the 14 year old girl.  The younger sister of his crush Kristin,
he had started tutoring her during the second semester of the school year
that had recently ended, and she clearly enjoyed his company, likely
nursing a puppy crush on him.  Al was flattered by the attention, and
thought she was cute, but was more interested in his crush Kristin of
course, with whom he got to interact while at their house.  Even though
school had ended, Erin had convinced her mother to pay Al to keep tutoring
her in history over the summer, since her grades were lacking, despite
having passed.  Her mother clearly knew the real reason for Erin's
insistence, but hadn't objected, and so Al went over there twice a week,
having great fun flirting with both sisters.  Kristin herself had warmed
considerably to him ever since he'd started sleeping with Belle.  Oh, she
didn't know that he'd lost his virginity to his cousin or anything, but his
greater confidence had clearly made large strides in increasing her opinion
of him.
   "Ms.  Knass?" he said, when Erin and Kristin's mother answered the
phone.
   "Oh hello, Al!" she said brightly.  "How are you this morning?"
   "Fine - well, mostly," he amended.  "Um, I may not be able to make it
today."
   "How come?"
   "Um, have to go the doctor to get something checked out."
   Her tone became one of concern.  "Is everything alright?"
   Al glanced at his mother, who was focused on driving.  "Um, yeah.  Maybe
I'll be able to swing back later today though.  I dunno."
   "That's too bad, I hope everything checks out," Ms.  Knass said.  "Erin
was excited to see you.  She and Kristin are baking cookies for you."
   His heart and cheeks warmed simultaneously.  "Thanks.  Well, tell them
thanks for me."
   "I will," Ms.  Knass answered.  "We'll definitely save plenty for you.
Hope you're able to come by later today, just call and let us know."
   "Will do, ma'am.  Bye." He hung up the phone, and his mother resumed her
periodic questioning of his 'symptoms'.
   They reached the emergency room without incident, where his mother spent
a long time arguing with the desk that Al did in fact need to be seen, as
he appeared in perfect health and wasn't experiencing any negative symptoms
whatsoever.
   "Over.  Night," his mother emphasized exasperatedly.  "Literally.  He
went to bed half the size he is now.  Woke up like this.  He needed glasses
last night.  Now he doesn't."
   Al was deeply embarrassed by the whole thing, and all the looks they
were getting, but he gradually noted that some of the looks - specifically,
from various females in the waiting room - were looks of...  interest. 
However, there was one guy also looking appreciatively at him, and Al
shuddered.  The receptionist finally agreed to have some nurses run some
tests on him, and his mother came to sit down beside him in the waiting
room seats, as the young woman at the desk kept darting appreciative looks
his way, much to his blushing.
   Despite the receptionist's agreement, there was still a long wait,
particularly since Al didn't seem to have any pressing medical problems. 
Everywhere Al looked, he saw girls giving him the eye.  Nurses passing
through looked him up and down; female patients and female family members
of patients in the waiting room licked their lips at the sight; the
receptionists kept glancing his way, and one once even threw him a wink. 
There was even a little girl sitting a few seats down who just stared at
him shamelessly.
   All the girls who eyed him were, at the very least, cute.  He noted that
none of the women who weren't attractive to him - a grandmother here, a
toddler there, an obese woman by the wall - displayed any rampant interest
him.  This, oddly enough, was also a trait of Champion Prime; only women in
whom he might be interested, showed interest in him.  For a scant moment,
Al wondered if he might have superpowers too, before dismissing the idea as
clearly ridiculous.  Not that his incredible transformation - and the
female magnetism that apparently came with it - were any less ridiculous.
   He had to concentrate hard to keep from getting a boner at all the
attention, especially as that cute little girl kept licking her lips, never
breaking her stare as she ran her eye all up and down his body, over and
over again.
   Eventually the nurse called him, and they took him back, running over
the standard procedures and questions that his mother already had.  A
particularly big-titted nurse in her thirties had an usual reaction when
she touched his skin; she seemed to tremble slightly, becoming unsteady,
her breath blowing out of her in a breathless pant.  She managed to take
his vital signs despite that, but her mouth was parted the whole time; she
looked almost...  desirous.
   Then they took some bloodwork; that would tell them more than anything
else.  His mother convinced them to push the bloodwork through quickly, so
she and Al returned to the waiting room afterwards, waiting for the
results. His mother gradually fell asleep after about another half hour,
exhausted from her anxiety and being up most of the previous night, and Al
was left to wallow in the attention of all the attractive girls around him.
   Finally the cute girl came over to stand in front of him.  "Hi," she
said, tucking a curl between her lips and sucking it as she looked around
before staring at him again.
   "Hi," he grinned at her.  Her eyes were definitely riveted to his crotch
- or more correctly, his right leg, along which his manaconda was pocketed
in his pants.
   "Come here, I wanna show you something," she said.
   "Er...  okay...?" he shrugged.  His mother was still sleeping, and it
was still gonna be a while before the lab results were back, so he might as
well see what this girl had to show him.  She grinned gleefully and grabbed
his hand, pulling on him insistently.  He rose to his feet and let her lead
him along, marveling at how small and hot her hand was in his.
   "Where are we going?" he wondered, as she led him into a back area that
look as though it was restricted to personnel.  "Are we allowed back here?"
   "My mum is a nurse here," the girl said.  "She's working, and I get
bored.  But I'm allowed to go anywhere." They turned a corner, and found
hallways that were darkened and empty.  "This is being remodeled," the girl
explained, and opened a bathroom door.
   When Al realized she was leading him into the bathroom with her, he
hesitated.  She tugged on him, "Come on!" So he shrugged, going on in. 
"Shut the door," she ordered, and he found himself obeying.
   "What's in here?" he asked, looking around, seeing only the normal
amenities of a bathroom.
   "You and me of course," she said brightly.  "Show me your cock."
   "What?" Al gaped.  This was the stuff out of his fantasies, but...  in
public?  To a perfect stranger?
   "Don't you wanna show me?" she teased.  "I'll show you my titties."
   "You don't have titties," he pointed out, eyeing her flat chest
significantly.  Not that he had any problem with flat chests.  Little girls
were hot too.
   "Fine, I'll show you my cunny," she said.
   Well, who was he to turn down a deal like that?  He pulled down the
waistband of his sweat pants and fished out his cock.  It was actually a
bit of a chore, pulling it free off the snug pants leg and out over the
waistband, but there it was - a foot of flaccid cockmeat, thicker than this
little girl's forearm, dangling before her eyes.
   "Wow!" she exclaimed, and she seemed almost trembling with excitement.
She reached out to touch it, and he groaned as she stroked it lightly.  Her
eyes crossed briefly as she fondled him lightly, and her body wavered,
pleasure shuddering through her, then she giggled at his response.  "You
like that?"
   "Yes, I do," Al managed to grin.  He was showing his cock to a perfect
stranger in a public bathroom, but what the hell - she was cute as a
button, and this day was already strange to begin with.
   She pulled down her shorts and shucked her panties, giving him a perfect
eyeful of a bald, smooth - and moist - little cuntlet.  "Wow!" he exclaimed
in turn.
   For the first time, she seemed almost shy.  "You think I'm pretty?" she
asked, twirling a lock of brown hair around her finger.  Al nodded.  She
looked at his cock, mesmerized, and her next question shocked and
exhilarated him.  "Will you fuck me?" It seemed as though she was
addressing his giant cock, the way she was looking at it, and her bold
proposal sent blood swelling through his veins, which bulged out and
pulsed, causing his massive member to inflate and rise.
   "I...  have you ever fucked anyone before?" he asked.
   "Just girls," she shook her head.  "Never saw a guy I thought was hot
before." She really did think he was hot, he could tell; her juices were
literally dribbling down her inner thighs.
   "Um..." he managed, a bit of caution rising up in his brain, "I don't
know if I'll...  fit." His huge cock seemed even more impossibly humongous
compared to her, close to two feet long at full mast, and thicker around
than a coke can.
   "Please try!" she begged.  She grabbed his cock with both her hands,
wrenching a lusty grunt from him, unable to wrap both her hands around its
incredible girth, and directed him to sit on the toilet lid.  Her orders
were somewhat incoherent, for she seemed to be overcome by the sensation of
his giant, throbbing member within both her small hands.  He obeyed, and
hoisted her up by her waist, dangling her above his bloated knob.  She
whooped at his strong grasp, and looked down at his cock, her young
expression and puffy virgin cunt both inflamed with lust.  Her cunny
dripped hot juices onto his cockhead in sizzling drops.
   As her thighs spread around his huge knob, she shuddered almost
violently in his grasp, gasping out breathless moans of little-girl
pleasure.  His precum and her leaking cream was smearing her inner thighs
and his purple helmet, and Al gingerly lowered her further.  Amazingly, her
bald lil nether lips spread impossibly far apart, slurping him in, and the
girl tossed her head back and forth, whines of ecstasy purring from her
young throat.  His neck and shoulder muscles tightened with the intensity
of it - she was so little and tight!  But so hot and sopping, her soft
fucktunnel milking him frenziedly as he fed her more and more of his
phenomenal dick.
   Her legs were spread wide, his cock impaling her further and further. 
Yet, he somehow magically fit inside her, never reaching the end of her
vaginal canal, until his full 24 inches of teenage cock were nestled
completely inside her, and her nubile pussy juice was matting his golden
pubic curls.  The girl screamed in delight, her eyes rolled so far back in
her head he could only see the whites, as soon as he hilted himself.  Her
little body spasmed in his grasp, her soft hot vaginal walls clenching
spastically on him as she had the mother of all orgasms.
   His cock throbbed and jerked mightily inside her cunny as he watched her
thrash and writhe atop him, still holding her little waist, which was so
slim that his broad hands met around it.  He had thought Belle had intense
climaxes; this was another level entirely.  Her tiny hot soft pussy felt so
good as she milked him, he could hold off no longer, and he was also no
longer worried about hurting her, given how magically the insertion seemed
to work.  He began pulling her body up and down atop his enormous pole,
slowly at first, then more rapidly, yanking her atop him like a fuckdoll as
his own ecstasy built up like a rising wave.
   The girl's cries were broken up into staccato gasps of shrill rapture by
the force of his pistoning, and his newly obese nuts made obscene wet
slapping sounds each time they smacked into her cute lil butt.  He built up
to the threshold of orgasm, and managed to sustain himself on that tenuous
precipice effortlessly, holding himself there easily, throwing his head
back with the sensual wild glory of it, as he fucked the living hell out of
this incredibly horny little girl.
   Then he let himself go, primal delight guttering his throat as his balls
tightened, and he began geysering fertile raunchy teenage jizz deep inside
the girl's tiny pussy, gushing into her womb.  Incredibly, her orgasm
seemed to heighten, her delirious pleasure skyrocketing even further, and
she lost total control of her limbs, flopping about.  Her hair was in
sweaty tangles, some plastered to her face, most of the strands flinging
about, along with long lewd strands of drool from her tongue that dangled
from the corner of her cute lil plush mouth.
   Her body was shaking so violently, that it was like his jizzing cock was
wrapped in a warm wet satin vibrator, designed for no other purpose than to
bring him ecstasy and milk his nuts dry.  Over and over he pumped his cum
into the girl, as her warm fuckhoney coated his balls and his pubic curls,
staining his thighs in hot rivulets of little-girl-cum.  Amazingly, none of
his own cum escaped from her tight fuckhole; her greedy womb swallowed it
all.
   When he finally stopped cumming, after several minutes, she seemed to
calm down, just a little, to the orgasmic state she'd been in before he
cummed.  But he kept fucking her again, an overjoyed fuckdoll, and he must
have cummed inside her three or four times before part of his brain managed
to rise up above his libido and remind him that he did have to get back to
the waiting room eventually.
   But even after dumping his last load inside her juicy lil twatlet, he
didn't want to pull her off him, and held her against his torso as she
gasped and panted with a giddy breathlessness.  She was so tiny next to him
that her head barely came up to his chest, and she rested her cheek on him,
struggling for breath, his cock still wedged completely inside her virginal
lovetunnel.
   "Omigod," she managed to say, "omigod.  Omigodomigodomigodomigod...that
was...  so...  good..." Her young body still twitched and jerked with
pleasure, and Al realized that, if his physique and sexual allure was in
fact anything like Champion Prime's, she wouldn't stop hovering on the edge
of orgasm until he withdrew his cock from her little cunt.  Reluctantly, he
pulled her off, eliciting a whine of disappointment from her as his cock
came free with a lewd wet plop.
   Her kitty gaped for a moment, before closing back up, as tightly as
before.  No cum leaked out, just more of her nymphet cream.  The girl did
seem to gradually come to her senses again, her eyes beginning to clear. 
Al set her down on the floor, still holding her waist, as he wasn't sure
her trembling legs would be up to the task of holding herself up.
   Indeed, she leaned into him for a few minutes, her breathing slowly
steadying, before she groggily pulled herself to an upright position. 
"Wow!!!!!!" she cried in glee, gazing at him with something like rapturous
devotion, before said gaze was drawn right back to his cock, which was
still at full mast, slimed with her own young cum.  Alexander grinned,
foolishly proud, and managed to convince his immense beast of a cock to
lower.  The girl still watched with fascination as it became flaccid.
   Al stood up and started wiping his cock and balls clean with paper
towels; if he didn't, his sweat pants would be soaked completely through
once he stuffed his member and jewels back in them.  He looked back at the
girl, who was in the same spot, her gaze still rooted on him almost
worshipfully.  He awkwardly ran his hand through his long blonde curls. 
"Thanks," he said.  It didn't seem adequate, but what else could he say?
   His word seemed to break the spell, at least a little, and she giggled.
"You're welcome!  I guess I'll see you round, Al!" She'd evidently heard
him give his name to the nurses.  She didn't seem too keen to leave him,
wanting to see more of him right now, all over again, but didn't argue,
opening the bathroom door - which Al belatedly realized with chagrin wasn't
locked - to skip out.
   "Wait," he called.  "What's your name?"
   "Oh!" she said, as though she'd forgotten such a thing wasn't
immediately obvious upon meeting her.  "Marsha.  Marsha Glass.  I'm nine!"
she added as an afterthought.  She blew him a kiss, then skipped merrily
away.
   Al watched her cute lil bouncing ass till it disappeared around a
corridor, then went back to the waiting room.  His mother was still
sleeping.
   **********
   DISCLAIMER: This is always implicit in my stories, but let me make it
explicit.  I in no way condone any sexual or illegal activities with minors
in real life.  In real life, young boys and girls are not equipped,
emotionally or mentally or physically, for sexual activity.  My stories,
even those taking place in a 'realistic' setting, are pure fantasy in that
the fictional children inhabiting my stories are completely capable of
mature sexual love and lust.
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