Medicine Show

[Fafhrd]

Greg had intended to open the door and block Jen’s view of Chris, at least from the waist down, for a moment, to give him time to interact with her. Unfortunately, Chris was closer to the door, and he immediately spun around and jerked it open. Jen jumped, startled by the sudden door opening, but at least made eye contact with Chris. Then her eyes bulged as she saw him “full-length,” as it were.

Chris immediately hooked a finger into the waistband of the sweats and hauled them down, though the immense bulk of his balls prevented him from exposing more than about the first six thick inches of his shaft. “Hi, Jen!” he blurted out.

Greg smacked his forehead. All my advice, wasted! Wasted!

Jen continued to stare until Chris pulled his pants back up. Then her gaze returned to Chris’s face. “Let’s talk.” She grabbed Chris’s hand from the doorknob and pulled him towards the hallway. Flawless victory! thought Chris.

“Let me grab a jacket.” said Chris, snagging one from the hook on the wall. He removed his hand from her grasp long enough to tie it off around his waist. It looked rather foolish tied there backwards, but it did conceal his huge bulge. Jen looked at him a bit quizzically, but took his hand again when he offered it. “Bye, Greg” she said, as she led Chris down the hall, without a look backwards.

Well, that went well, thought Greg as he moved to shut the door. There’s a first time for everything. Aaand he has my jacket. Is this guy going to have sex with ALL of my clothes?






(Just a short teaser there. It didn't seem to need to be any longer, but it fit between the previous section and the next part. I have a good bit more written, but I'm not sure if I should post a lot, or keep teasing people. If I hold some stuff back, I can make sure to have a regular posting, even if I'm a bit too busy to write anything that day. What do you think?)

 

[millionman]

I definitely like the Chris storyline progression. I am interested to see how this scenario with Jen plays out.

 

[Fafhrd]

It was hard for him to keep up with Jen, as the huge weight between his legs made it difficult for him to walk normally. His massive ballsack pulled the crotch of the sweat pants down toward his knees and he had to use one hand just to hold onto the waistband. His thick cock snaked down the right leg of the sweats, preventing him from bending that leg as much as the other. Jen walked silently hand in hand with Chris to her car, a faded, older-model Mercedes. Her car started up with a rattle. Once the car had started, the air conditioner began to hum.

“That’s why you were wearing those baggy black pants”. She said it more as a statement than a question.

“Yes,” Chris answered, unsure of himself.

“That’s why you were standing behind the door when I delivered the pizzas. That wouldn’t fit under your robe.”

“Yes,” Chris felt like he was being grilled.

“You were jerking that off before I got there with the pizza.”

“Uh, yeah,” Chris turned red in the darkness of the car interior.

“More than once.”

“Uh, yeah. More than once.” Chris remembered the socks strewn across the floor.

“Did you jerk off after I delivered the pizza?”. This was the first time that Jen sounded a little uncertain.

“Yes,” Chris wasn’t sure if he should elaborate on that answer.

“More than once?” Unlike the last time she said this, it sounded like a question with genuine curiosity behind it.

“A lot more than once.” said Chris, emphatically.

“Did you eat all of the pizza?”

Confused by the shift in topic, Chris stammered, “Last night, or tonight?”

“Last night. Did you eat all of the pizza last night?” Jen’s hands were gripping the steering wheel.

“Yeah.” Where is this going?, Chris wondered.

“And tonight?”, Jen asked, with a little strain in her voice.

“I ate all three pizzas tonight, too. This thing is keeping me hungry.” Chris gestured vaguely towards his groin.

“You ate three extra large pizzas with everything, and double meat, between 8 o’clock and 1.” Chris didn’t notice Jen’s grip tightening on the steering wheel.

“No. I ate all three pizzas by 11. The last couple hours I was just hanging out with Greg while I digested it all.”

Jen exhaled and seemed to come to a decision. She took her hands off the wheel and turned to Chris. She put a hand on his thigh, brushing one of his gargantuan balls. She didn’t remove it. She reached back with her other hand and buckled her seat belt. Brushing a stray strand of hair out of her eyes, and looking straight at Chris with a mischievous smile, she said, “Let’s go back to my place, OK?”

“Yeah.” Chris exhaled a breath he wasn’t aware he had been holding. This was worse than taking his AP exams. “That would be great.” Jen removed her hand from his leg, ground the car into gear and nearly floored the accelerator. Chris grabbed for a seat belt.

 

[Big Jake]

Actually I can see a deeper bond of friendship growing between Chris and Greg. Like a deeper brotherhood. After all Chris will need some tending to and Greg and he are friends enough to help each other and gain mutual support and respect from it.

 

[mitc3117]

I would really, really, REALLY like to see a really close brotherly friendship between Chris and Greg happen without any gay action going on. It's too obvious of a story line for them to take, it will be a lot deeper if the relationship is so close that that would be weird for them.

 

[halflife]

jen while speeding down the street hits another car, they take chris in for surgery, remove 10 inches of meat and give jen bigger boobies right?

 

[mitc3117]

Terry realizing he is more intrigued than he thought he would be? Now that sounds like a story

 

[Big Jake]

I would really, really, REALLY like to see a really close brotherly friendship between Chris and Greg happen without any gay action going on. It's too obvious of a story line for them to take, it will be a lot deeper if the relationship is so close that that would be weird for them.

Ok I've to agree with you man. Of course I wouldn't have considered the examination and fondling him as gay per se, more like curiosity. But I think your approach has much more merit. They'd make great brothers. Thanks for the enlightenment.

 

[Fafhrd]

Thanks for all the feedback and suggestions. The feedback is really what drives me to write (or more accurately, to post) the stuff I'm writing.

While I agree that more exploration of Terry and Greg (or even Terry/Greg) would be interesting, they are both definitely more of Longbow9's characters. He created them and I think he has a better hold of how to write them.

While he did create Chris (thank him for that), due to the amount of stuff I wrote (which he amazingly decided to keep "canon"), he's a character that I feel like I have more "control" over.

What I'm saying is, these ideas about Terry and Greg are all really good, but any of them that you see in the story will probably come from Longbow, not me. Simply due to my free time when he was busy, the recent stuff has focused more on Chris, though it should really be more of an ensemble cast.

As for "more for Jen, less for Chris", I can tell you that the first is definitely a top priority for me (in more ways than one). The second is probably the very last thing I would be writing. In my ideal storyline, Chris stays at the top of the size chart (I'm not saying he just rests on his laurels there, but I'd love to see him stay there).

 

[Fafhrd]

The tires screeched as Jen whipped the car around the corners of the campus streets. She seemed to be heading off-campus. “I thought you went to Bradford?” asked Chris, as he put a hand on the dash to steady himself. She must be really good at delivering pizzas!

“Ha! Do you think I would be delivering pizzas if I could afford Bradford?” She cut right on Main Street and gunned the engine.

“Well, you do have a Mercedes.” Chris pointed out.

“Yeah, a ’98 Mercedes. Dad gave it to mom in the divorce. It’s a pile of crap. I’m going to the community college for now.” As she pulled the car around a curve in the road, Chris could see Big Boy’s Pizza on the left.

“Hey, that’s where you work!” He pointed it out, then realized how pointless that was. God, I am lame. I think she probably knows where she works.

“Yup.” She sped across the Main Street bridge, then jerked the car right onto Water Street, then right again into a small parking area, screeching to a halt. “And here’s where I live. Everybody out!” She bolted out of the car and slammed the door. Chris had hardly opened the door before Jen was pulling him out of the car and towards an apartment building. She seemed impatient, but with the weight between his legs and his awkward waddle he couldn't really hurry. She pushed him through the doors, and Chris was acutely aware of one of her breasts pressing into his back as she guided him into the elevator. Thankfully, no stairs. The massive bulk in his sweats was threatening to pull them down as is.

Jen pushed the button for the third floor and gave him a stern look. “My roomates are probably asleep, so you have to be very quiet.” The chime sounded and the elevator door opened. She pulled him out of the elevator and down the hall. Jen pulled her keys out of her back pocket and opened her door. I’m surprised there’s room to put keys in that pocket. Those shorts are tight! thought Chris. There was the bluish light of a television to the left, and Chris could hear voices. Jen pulled him, hard, down the hallway.

“Hey, J!” Chris looked to the side and saw two college girls sitting in a living room. The one folded up on the couch was a very tall, very slim, very pale girl with long straight black hair. She was wearing a purple T shirt much too large for her, and very small purple panties. The other, sitting on a recliner, was an African-American girl with toffee skin and very wavy brown hair, wearing a very small pink T shirt and red and white striped boxers. The girl in pink quickly muted the TV, while the tall girl called out, “Jennifer! Who is your friend?”

Jen quickly pushed Chris down the hall in front of her. “He’s the mascot for Big Boy Pizza, Natasha.”

“I thought pizza was Italian, not Chinese.” mused Natasha. Chris heard a sound like someone being smacked. “Owwww! Kimber!”

“I’m Korean!” he called out, before being bustled into Jen’s room.

“Hi, Corey N.!” shouted Natasha. “Oof!” Chris thought he heard someone being hit with a pillow.

 

[Fafhrd]

She pushed him into the center of the room. “I’ll be right back. No touching anything.” Jen shut the door behind her and marched down the hall. She turned left into the kitchen, ignoring the curious looks of her room-mates. “Ah-ah! No questions! Tomorrow!” She grabbed a dish towel and a handful of ice out of the ice maker, and marched back into the room.

When she entered, Chris was standing sheepishly in the center of the room, looking around with his hands at his sides. I thought this would be a bit more frilly looking. Jen walked up to him and grabbed his waistband. She plunged the handful of ice directly on his crotch. “Eeee!”, squealed Chris, altogether more girlishly than he would have liked. “What was that for?” He frantically juggled his junk around to dislodge the ice cubes.

“Trying to get a baseline. Now drop trou and wrap this around your package.” Jen handed him the towel. She turned and rummaged through her desk drawers, returning with a luggage scale and a fabric tape measure.

“I don’t think this is going to fit,” said Chris, sweat pants around his ankles. His gigantic balls were resting on the towel he held with both hands, but the two ends of the towel were nowhere near each other. His massive cock dangled over the edge. I’m not sure how long I can hold my meat like this. I’m going to have to work out more, or I’ll have to use two hands just to hold myself when I take a leak!

Jen closed her mouth, her jaw having dropped involuntarily when she saw the huge amount of meat on display. She quickly refocused, and grabbed her bath towel off the hanger on the door. She handed it to Chris. “Try this.” The large cotton towel wrapped around his package with considerably more ease. He stood stock still, hefting his cock and balls cradled in a towel, looking quite confused.

Jen grabbed the loose ends of the towel and tied them together. She then fixed the towel onto the hook of the scale, and held it with both hands. “OK, you can let go now. Whoah!” She nearly dropped the scale as it took his full weight. After letting it settle a moment, she said “Twenty seven pounds.” She slid the towel away from Chris’s torso, and his ballsack slapped onto his thighs. “Ooooof!”, exhaled Chris and staggered backwards a step.

Now that the towel was just cradling his cock, Jen took another reading. “Seven pounds.” She stepped away from Chris, still holding the scale and towel. His thick shaft slipped from the towel and flopped back between his legs. “Ungh!” cried Chris. Jen held up the scale with only the towel and took a final reading. "Right about a pound and three quarters”.

Jen knelt down in front of Chris. Allll right. This is finally getting good! Before Chris could react, she grabbed an ice cube off the carpet where he had kicked it and ran it lightly down his cock. “Aaaaah!” Chris managed to sound a little less like a girl.

Jen’s expression softened momentarily. “Just two more, Chris, and we’re done”. She looped the tape measure around the base of his shaft with her small hands, then stretched it from the base of his top side to the tip. “Ten around and nineteen long.” Jen sat back on the floor and looked up at him admiringly.

 

[ETown7]

Nice.

 

[Catharsis]

I like the mix of comedy with Jen's roommates.

 

[Fafhrd]

I had hoped for some more comments before posting my next section (though I have gotten a rough draft of quite a bit more prepared). I'm glad that the recent posters like it, but, given the number of people reading, I'm a bit depressed about the number of people posting.

Is it going too slow?

Is Chris too big?

Or too small?

I love feedback, I guess, but it is kind of depressing that stories that haven't been updated for a year or more are still getting 'bumps', but one I'm trying to update daily isn't getting more comments. I guess that if I want to have people asking for more, I shouldn't be posting so often.:tongue:

I should stop complaining. I'm really enjoying writing this story, and if I had to post much more frequently, I'd be in trouble. Thanks for all the people who DO comment. You rock!:biggrin1:

 

[Freuds_Couch]

Do not fear, many like myself are secretly admiring your prose

 

[BlondKevin]

I had hoped for some more comments...given the number of people reading, I'm a bit depressed about the number of people posting.

Is it going too slow?

Is Chris too big?

Or too small?:eek

Don't be disappointed at the lack of feedback. It's the nature of "entertainment" that most people are consumers, not contributors. Think of the number of people who listen to talk radio compared to those who call in. Or the number of people who read books and newspapers vs. those who send fan mail to the authors or letters to the editor.

Be proud that you've got lots of readers. But remember that they came to read -- to be entertained -- and not necessarily to contribute ideas (which they may not have). Audiences are by nature passive; they look to the creator to provide the content. So, just take it as praise that lots of people are reading and enjoying your story and don't worry about the lack of written response.

Regarding your question about pace, I think it's just right. Most stories have the characters fucking by the 3rd paragraph. And after that, it's pretty hard to keep things interesting. I mean, there are only so many adjectives available to describe sex. Most porn stories, after a while, just become an endless litany of sex scenes, which are difficult to differentiate, and rapidly become dull. With your story, there's a rare suspense of "what will happen next." Usually, with stories here, the only "suspense" is whether she'll be on top or he'll be on top, or whether he'll screw person A next or person B.

Keep up the good work.

FYI: I'm a professional writer. I've published 4 books, both fiction and non-fiction, and I really appreciate a story that actually has characters and a rhythm to the plot. I've tried writing porn, but have no aptitude for it. (I'm an award-winning writer, but every attempt at porn has been stupid.) So I appreciate how hard it is to write a tale that's at once interesting, amusing, and erotic.

 

[Big Jake]

Don't be disappointed at the lack of feedback. It's the nature of "entertainment" that most people are consumers, not contributors. Think of the number of people who listen to talk radio compared to those who call in. Or the number of people who read books and newspapers vs. those who send fan mail to the authors or letters to the editor.

Be proud that you've got lots of readers. But remember that they came to read -- to be entertained -- and not necessarily to contribute ideas (which they may not have). Audiences are by nature passive; they look to the creator to provide the content. So, just take it as praise that lots of people are reading and enjoying your story and don't worry about the lack of written response.

Regarding your question about pace, I think it's just right. Most stories have the characters fucking by the 3rd paragraph. And after that, it's pretty hard to keep things interesting. I mean, there are only so many adjectives available to describe sex. Most porn stories, after a while, just become an endless litany of sex scenes, which are difficult to differentiate, and rapidly become dull. With your story, there's a rare suspense of "what will happen next." Usually, with stories here, the only "suspense" is whether she'll be on top or he'll be on top, or whether he'll screw person A next or person B.

Keep up the good work.

FYI: I'm a professional writer. I've published 4 books, both fiction and non-fiction, and I really appreciate a story that actually has characters and a rhythm to the plot. I've tried writing porn, but have no aptitude for it. (I'm an award-winning writer, but every attempt at porn has been stupid.) So I appreciate how hard it is to write a tale that's at once interesting, amusing, and erotic.

Right! Doubled in Brass!

 

[quiet-type]

This is the best story here in a while. Pacing is great.

 

[joystick]

love the story! Can't wait for more.

 

[Fafhrd]

“Do I pass?” Chris asked, earnestly.

Jen shook her head, startled out of her reverie. “Pass?”

Chris gestured at his member, and at the measuring devices. “Yeah. Do I pass? Am I big enough, or are you going to throw me back in?” Let’s hope she’s not going to mount it on the wall.

Jen pulled the band holding her hair in a pony tail off and shook her head again, giggling. “Big enough? Chris, I was trying to get you to shrink down so I could get a soft measurement to compare. Well, that, and to maybe see you grow a little. I’m sorry I was treating you so rough for nothing.”

“What do you mean? I am soft!” Chris protested. “Look how floppy it is! You couldn’t sit there if I was hard right now!”

Jen’s expression seemed to soften. “Chris, it’s OK. You don’t have to be embarrassed. I know that the bigger a guy gets, the softer his erection is. A guy with twelve inches is pretty floppy, uh, if you go by the stuff you see on the internet. As gigantic as you are, it’s no wonder that it’s pretty soft no matter what. I’m not disappointed. It is spectacular.” There was hunger in Jen’s voice as she said the last word.

“Look, I’m not embarrassed. Well, OK, I’m embarrassed about squealing like a girl when you hit me with that ice, but that’s all I’m ashamed about. I”m not hard right now! I can show you.” Chris realized exactly what he had just said. “Uh, could I maybe sit on your bed, though. This thing is really heavy. My legs are getting tired.” I don’t know how I walked across campus with this thing today. I guess it has gotten a lot bigger. If I get much bigger, I’m gonna need a team of porters.

Jen seemed dubious, but gestured towards her bed. “Make yourself comfortable. I know how heavy that beauty is. I just weighed it. I’m impressed you can walk around.” As Chris waddled to the bed, legs spread for his mammoth ballsack, she got up from the floor. “You should take off your shirt, too. I’d hate to see a Blade Runner shirt get anything on it.”

Chris pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his wiry chest and flat stomach. He handed the shirt to Jen, who draped it over her desk chair. I knew this girl had taste. He carefully seated himself on the bed, then scooted back gingerly, making sure not to pinch his scrotum. Jen indicated he should swing his feet up onto the bed, so he did so. She sat down eagerly beside him.

Chris could feel his colossal dick starting to swell and thicken. His body seemed to be pouring molten heat directly into his shaft. Jen scooted closer to him and brought her face close to his. “I think it’s really sweet that you want to make sure I get the very best show,” she whispered. “I’m already amazed by your huge cock, sweetie, but I’ll be glad to wait for you to get as hard as you can.” While she whispered to Chris, she reached down and pulled her tennis shoes off. She pulled off her ankle socks, and brought her bare feet up onto the bed, snuggling close to Chris. He caught a glimpse of her small, pretty feet, and her cute little toes, each toenail painted pink. Oh, god. Even her feet are cute! I want to kiss every inch of her body!

Chris felt his cock swelling massively. It already felt like it had already doubled in weight, and the fattening rod was lying heavily on his balls. However, he couldn’t take his eyes off of Jen. She was so beautiful. Her hair smelt so good. He caught a whiff of floral scents from her shampoo and perfume, and just a hint of pepperoni. “Jen, I’m not trying to be modest, really. When you measured me, that’s as small as I get. I get a lot bigger.” Jen smiled warmly at him, seeming to find that statement charming, and turned her head to look at his crotch, brushing her fragrant hair against his face as she did so.

“Chris, that is so..Sweet Jesus!” Jen almost shouted. She bounced around on the bed, gripping Chris’s arm with excitement. “You got huge!” Her wide green eyes darted from his cock to his face several times. I never imagined you would get this big, Chris! That’s unbelievable.” She bounced on the bed like a happy puppy, which caused her spectacular breasts to bob up and down in her shirt in a most appealing manner.

Chris smiled back at her, grinning widely. “Jen, I told you. I get a lot bigger. I haven’t measured, but I think I get almost two feet long.” He reached his left arm across and rubbed her shoulder. Chris looked down proudly at his gigantic erection, broad and firm, just as massive as he remembered it from his epic jerk off session. I can’t even fit my hands all the way around that monster. Maybe Jen could help. However, despite being just as thick and long as he remembered from yesterday, his giant cock was resting heavily on his ballsack. Why isn’t it sticking up straight into the air like last night? Chris realized the answer to his question, as he could feel, and see, his cock continue to grow. I’m still getting bigger!

An awestricken voice issued quietly from Jen, who had turned to follow his own gaze. “I don’t mean to correct you, sweetie pie, but I’m pretty sure that’s twenty four inches already. I don’t know how you are doing it, but you’re still getting bigger. I can’t believe you haven’t measured yourself recently. That baby is amazing!”

Chris would swear that his cock had doubled in weight again. It was almost pulling him upright on the bed. His shaft was much thicker than he remembered, and Chris could tell that his hands were never going be able to encircle that girth again. The fat rod had risen somewhat from the horizontal, though it was not completely erect like before. He thought he felt the air currents in the room swirling over the skin of his prick, it was so warm and sensitive. “Jen, I wasn’t this big until recently. Actually, I’ve never been as big as I am with you right now.”

Jen tore her gaze away from the mouth-watering salami on display and looked earnestly into Chris’s eyes. “You say the sweetest things. Hung like a horse, and you still say the sweetest things.” She suddenly darted in close and planted a delicate kiss on his cheek, her own lips incredibly soft and warm.

“Unnnnnh!”