Dungeons and Dalliances (Futa LitRPG)

1.07 - ❤ Heating Up

Natalie unbuttoned her top pants button, hands shaking. Considering that this wasn't anything sexual, she didn't understand why her hands were shaking. She was just providing proof.

Halfway from shuffling her pants down, about to tug her panties to her knees, she froze.

Her cock.

It was hardening.

"Um," Natalie said.

Why was she getting hard? She wasn't aroused. This was ... strictly practical in nature. She wanted to prove her bizarre circumstances to Jordan.

Jordan's eyes were locked to it. She saw how Natalie's panties were bulging upward as her cock—inappropriately, and without reason—filled the fabric out.

Natalie was mortified. How would she explain this? The proof had been given, at least, without even needing to finish undressing. Because what else would be shoving her panties upward, straining the fabric? But getting hard, in front of Jordan. What excuses did she have?"

Jordan gave one for her. "It's just ... a natural reaction," she said, eyes finally wrenching up to Natalie, as if she'd needed to tear them away. Like before, Natalie was ensnared by Jordan's understanding eyes. No judgments, there. Jordan had always been a hard girl to fluster. "Keep going? I want to see."

Natalie hesitated, but did as she was told. Her cock finished filling out, and as much as to fulfill Jordan's request, she pulled her panties down to get a sense of what she herself was in for. Because while she'd seen herself soft, tucked into her pants, she hadn't gotten a chance to inspect it in any depth.

Her cock sprung forward, escaping their fabric confines. Six inches of girl cock stood proudly at attention, veiny and throbbing in anticipation—(anticipation? Nothing like that would be happening)—and twitching under Jordan's wide-eyed appreciation.

Appreciation? No, that wasn't the right word, even if it looked like it, and Natalie had a good read on Jordan's expression. It was just fascination. Interest of a reserved sort.

"Wow," Jordan said. "A-Architect. You ... really do."

"Um." Natalie had seen her member once before, and had a short time to adjust, so she wasn't quite as surprised as Jordan ... but still, of course, not at ease with the whole situation. "Yeah. I really do. Not making stuff up."

A cock. Her class had given her a cock.

"Is it ...?" Jordan shook her head.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"What?"

"I was going to say ... is it sensitive? It works?"

"Um. I mean. Yeah. I think. I can't really ... ?"

"Go ahead. Test it." Jordan's eyes were wide, and she was blushing. "We need to figure out what's going on. I promised you we would, didn't I?"

Right. She had. Jordan was just helping her figure out the crazy circumstances of her class-bestowal.

Did her cock work like a normal one? By its realistic sculpting, and pulsing, veiny hardness, Natalie would guess yes. But she couldn't know for sure, until she'd tested it.

She wrapped a hand around it. She tried to ignore the reality of the situation. That she was sitting there, on Jordan's bed, with her cock in her hand. She also tried to ignore just how ... enraptured Jordan looked. That was just fascination in her eyes, right? Natalie could've sworn it was ... lust ... but that couldn't be right. Why would Jordan be excited by what she was seeing? Natalie's cock was thinking for her. Inventing things from her own lust.