I Was A Human Penis! And My Boobs Were Giant Testicles!

Chapter 7.

She avoided her friends for a few days, preferring her soapy baths. She found herself fantasizing about Tom, deluding herself again that she could one day transform him into her personal backrubbing slave. “I used to be so rational,” she worried afterward. “Now I let impossible fantasies control my life.”

She knew that Sonya and Kendra and Sarah were meeting without her, but she didn’t care. “We miss you,” Sonya whispered to her in the school hallway. “It’s easier with four people in the circle. And Sarah’s such a backrub whore. Sometimes she makes us rub her three times a night. She creates such a mess!”

On Friday morning, she was called to the Principal’s office, where she was surprised to find three ominous men in expensive blue suits and dark sunglasses. “Wow,” one of them said to another as if she wasn’t there. “The effects are more exaggerated than I expected. Incredible.”

“Grassy McHorter,” said the Principal. “These representatives from the school district administration would like to run some routine tests on you. You got our note, right?”

“What kind of tests?” she asked. “You can’t make me do anything I don’t want to.”

“Of course not, dear,” he said. “But we’ve been worried about some unusual symptoms happening to some of the students at Greenpole this last year, and we just want to be sure there’s not some sort of epidemic going around.”

“I’m perfectly normal,” she lied.

“Have you had any personal contact with Dr. Campbell Brock?” asked one of the men in blue. Campbell, she thought to herself, so that’s his name.

“He was my Biology teacher until he stopped coming to class,” said Grassy. She suddenly had a wary suspicion that they were after his special hormone cocktails. Even though she was still mad at him, she wasn’t going to sell him out to these scary men.

“But you’ve had no other connection outside of normal student-teacher interactions?” he asked.

“None,” she said definitively.

“Let’s get to the physical examination!” said another man, the tallest and creepiest of them.

“Alright, Grassy, if you wouldn’t mind a routine examination of some of your symptoms…” said the first man. “Dr. Fryright is going to have a quick look – he’s a professional and it won’t hurt very much.”

“I don’t feel comfortable with that,” said Grassy.

“It’s just a routine check-up,” he said.

“Stop saying routine,” she screamed. The tall doctor lurched towards her and she impulsively kicked him in the crotch. I know how much that hurts, she thought. She bolted out of the office door and saw her three girlfriends sitting waiting in the vestibule. “Quick, run!” she said, and they all scurried to the front entrance of the school.

They ran around through the football field towards Grassy’s forested route home. The men in blue pursued close behind. Several unmarked white SUVs circled around the field, blocking the way to the woods. “Why are we running?” yelled Sarah, clutching her huge chest in bouncy pain.

“They have the field surrounded!” screamed Grassy. “They’re going to take us away!”

“Split up!” advised Sonya. It was a good idea, but risky. Grassy ran towards the side entrance to the school by the dumpsters. The boys there were watching, eating tortilla chips. “Cover your eyes!” mocked Tom to his friends. “There’s granny tits flopping everywhere!”

Grassy could see from behind the dumpster that Sarah had run straight towards one of the SUVs. A man in blue punched her in the chest and she folded down in crippling agony. “Ow! My chesticles!” she moaned. He scooped her up and threw her in the car. Sonya and Kendra had made it to the forest and disappeared into the thick trees, where no SUV could follow.

Grassy snuck into the Biology classroom, which happened to be empty that period. The substitute teacher was asleep at the desk. Grassy locked the classroom door after her. If only she could get into Dr. Brock’s secret laboratory, it would be the perfect place to hide. She took a beaker full of green acid and threw it as hard as she could against the white board. The sub let out a snort and continued to nap. She grabbed the fire extinguisher from the wall and started slamming it against the white board. It finally began to crack. After a few violent attacks, a piece fell off that was large enough for her to squeeze by. And she climbed through the wall.

Grassy stumbled down the dark stairs and entered the secret laboratory. Most of the cages were in disarray, but she didn’t see any mutated mice. It was a messy lab before, but now it was squalid. It stank like a sewer. She sunk down in the corner, worried that it wouldn’t be long before the men in blue found the broken white board and she would be trapped.

She looked up and saw a Jew-Fro backlit by glowing test tubes, just like that night so long ago when Dr. Brock had first called her in from the rain. His clothes were filthy and he was so much skinnier than she had remembered. His beard had grown as thick as her boob hair. “…Grassy?” he asked in disbelief.

“You!” she yelled, her anger at him returning all at once despite his sorry state. “You’ve been living down here?”

“I had to go into hiding when men starting showing up and asking a lot of questions,” he explained. “I’m hungry… I’ve run out of mice to eat…”

“How could you do what you did to me and my friends?” she asked. He fell to the floor in tears. She wasn’t ready to forgive him yet. “I’ve dreamed of so many ways to revenge you… Campbell.”

“Revenge?” he looked up. “But, Grassy, the world’s revenge against me for my experiments has been thorough. You see, I’ve become my own victim!”

She didn’t understand. He stood up and started to unbutton his shirt. At first it looked like he had been gashed by an axe. A giant open wound rent him from the top of his chest to his naval. There were flaps of pink skin layered vertically, surrounded by thick curly black hair as if the whole gape had its own Jew-Fro. She realized all at once what his chest looked like.

“I’ve become a human vagina!” he bellowed. “Being trapped down here for months, the hormones must have overwhelmed my system. I started transforming! For a week I thought I was bleeding to death, but I was only... Manstrating. I can only say I’m sorry for what’s become of you and your friends, because now I know the ecstasy and torture of becoming a giant living human genitalia!”

He kneeled on the floor before her, completely vulnerable. Her back began to throb again and she couldn’t look away from the glorious humongous labia that was his gaping chest. Her body quaked and she couldn’t repress the strange desires that were swelling up in her. He must have sensed her passion because he looked at her with a mix of dread and anticipation. Her huge hairy chesticles pulsated, and she found she wanted nothing more than to shove her head and shoulders into his open abdomen. Her body erect, she took the plunge. Reader, she fucked him.

The end.