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Chapter 10 -- Hung

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~ Sunday, November 1st, 2020 -- 6:00 AM ~

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The grandfather clock chimed. Jennifer, who had been humming a song to herself stopped her soft mumbling, glancing at the horologe. She sat still on the chair where she had been with Theodore before he went crazy on her. Was Theodore really the traitor? The piece of cloth that incriminated him in the bar didn't lie, but something felt amiss, though. Would have Sebastian set them up? Or perhaps Victor had simply played an award-worthy act from the beginning. Or maybe Wes was right stating there might have been no imposter that night.

Jen couldn't believe it herself -- she might have sent her boyfriend to his impending doom by falsely accusing him and locking him up in the basement. She heard the rutting sounds of the beasts through the service lift linking the dining room and the cellar, so she knew Theodore had indisputably lost the game. Did that make her the winner by default?

The chiming of the clock had since long stopped, but Jennifer stood seated in the middle of the room. The damage done to the house was considerable -- it will cost Dimi's parents a fortune in repairs. And yet, what would become of her friends? Soon it was five past six and they were still in the throes of sex down there, their echoes reaching all the way up to her like a nagging laughing demon. She had lost numerous companions and even her lover through this game.

She was left alone.

The morning sky illuminated the ruined room through the half-barricaded windows, revealing the many puddle of semen all around the place. She had waited and wished so much for 6 AM to arrive -- and yet, as the veil of stress freed her, she couldn't help but feel like she lost rather than won.

She thought back to the simpler times when she started dating Theodore, attending MTG events with him and Sebastian. She also introduced her friend Mathilda to her lover, who tutored many science classes. Had Theodore cheated on her and on Sebastian with the Latina? Mathilda was actually the one who told her about the intellectual's horny escapades. One night, he had tried himself on her, but she apparently rejected his advances -- even if she said she was tempted by the hung nerd. If Theodore was ready to have sex with her, who knew how many other girls he had had his way with, in bed. But, just like with when she was oblivious to Roger's homosexuality, Jennifer deluded herself with a comforting lie -- love.

Jennifer sniffled and stood. She walked back into the hall, her steps resounding emptily in the devastated mansion. She was shaking, her skin blemish after having stayed up all evening. First thing she would do would be to stop by the first Starbucks she finds on her way home. Opening the double doors greeted her with a cool breeze of fresh air, the slowly brightening sky welcoming her out of this unrealistic mess.

The stress of the night and the game was gone. It felt like the weight of the world had been lifted off her shoulders. She was free and yet she didn't know what the best thing to do was. Should she call the police first -- perhaps Dimitri's dad? She shook her head, throbbing with ache. She definitely needed some sleep. In order to get back home, she had to drive all the way up there, however -- she couldn't bear staying here anymore.

Pulling Sebastian's keys out of her pocket, she glanced one last time at the cursed mansion before unlocking and stepping into the car. She moved the seat all the way up front -- Sebastian was about a foot taller than her anyway -- and she ignited the vehicle. Before grabbing the stick shift, she fumbled into her little purse, making sure she had her debit card with her to order herself a hot cup of black coffee. She did have it, as well as her dead phone. She still had some clothes and belongings back there, but she figured she could discard them and simply leave. Pulling on the lever into drive, she propelled off.

A pang of guilt hit her in the stomach as she was driving away on the street. She willed herself to forget about the dreadful night and focus on the road, so she put on the radio in hopes of having the music distracting her. The tummy ache that slowly nagged her reminded her she had not eaten anything substantial for the last 12 hours. The booze and candies had not been filling at all. She remembered of a nearby McDonald's -- perhaps she could get herself an early breakfast with hot coffee there.

She stood in line for the drive-thru orders, waiting patiently for the employee to talk to her. She didn't get to sit long before the speakers asked her what she wanted. Jennifer turned down the radio -- it was a commercial break anyway. She ordered a sausage muffin with the much-needed beverage and was asked to drive to the paying window.

There was another car before her so, while she hung on, she put back the radio. The ads were coming to an end when she could move to the paying window, where she pulled down the window and retrieved her card from her purse.

"Deb-I-it." She enunciated her payment method, clearing her throat as her words cracked.

The employee gave her a funny look, but he simply did his job, handling the plastic covered machine. As Jennifer used the paypass feature, she felt like she just yanked a muscle, her hand suddenly stinging.

"You can proceed to the next window." The boy directed.

"Thank y-OU-ou." She cracked again.

The embarrassment flushed her with heat, but she pressed on the gas pedal and drove on. The night had really had its toll on her. She had to brake and wait some more, a few cars already in line for their order. She tried coughing, to dislodge whatever seemed to have caught up in her throat.

While she sat, she used her second hand to rub the aching one, only to result in pulling another muscle. She groaned in annoyance, wish for the sharp burn to dissipate. She gazed into the mirror, noticing how she must have looked off with her makeup running down her cheeks. Not only did she resemble a clown with her livid skin and the scribbling mascara, but her seemed to have dirt across as well.

"No wonder why the guy couldn't keep a straight face." She grumbled.

She searched for a tissue or something to clean herself, but she couldn't find any in the glovebox. It was a boy's car after all. An impatient honk alerted her to resume driving, the line moving forward. Jennifer shook her head and carried on with the crowd. Suddenly, as she braked once more -- there were still two more vehicles before her -- a sense of claustrophobia overwhelmed her. She started hyperventilating, so she pulled down the windows, hoping that the chilly air would help her out. Her stomachache didn't let go. Her head was spinning. Her joints hurt. She turned the volume louder, unconcerned for the other drivers.

"Hey! Welcome to AMC -- Austin Music Channel! It is now 5:20 AM. The weather's 59 °F and clear for now, but precipitations are forecasted later today, so be prepared for the eventuality. The..."

As the animator kept on with the morning pep talk, Jennifer petrified in terror at the announcement. 5:20 AM?! That couldn't be! The clock -- even the time on Sebastian's console -- it said...

"Dayl-I-ight saving t-I-ime!" She realized in utter horror, her pitch dropping slightly.

Just as she made the statement, her knees buckled, jutting forward as her legs inched longer. She cried from fear. She peered in the mirror to see if she had more noticeable changes coming through. The shadow on her face was not dirt -- she was growing stubble. She had to go back to the mansion!

She needed to get out of the line -- fuck her order -- but she was stuck between cars. She couldn't bypass the ones in front of her, nor pull in reverse because of the impatiently honking moron. She couldn't believe how dumb she's been for forgetting about turning back an hour. She had grown so dependant on the technology she completely forgot that they had to manually revert the time on the console and grandfather clock. She had willingly, yet unawares, set her own fate.

The honking resounded in her ears and she growled, feeling her back ache, her spine stretching to fit in with her longer legs, growing to about five feet ten. She had to pull on the lever beneath the seat, her previously shorter frame becoming cramped behind the wheel. How ironic, considering she had to bring it so close to the steer earlier. A voice called after her and just then did she realize that it she could move forward, only one car separating her from freedom.

"Come O-on..." She begged for the person to be done with his order and leave.

Her hands gripping onto the wheel cracked, widening in the process. She watched with trauma as the knuckles jutted out, bubbling and expanding, forcing the small delicate fingers apart. Soon, the palms were twice as large as they used to be. Just when she quailed at the horrendous sight of short stubby digits on exaggeratedly broad weather-beaten mitts, a sharp pulling sensation attacked the protrusions as they swelled from inside out. The bones within the skin underwent the metamorphosis first, surging in size under the flesh. Jennifer let out a frightened shriek as the fingers blew up like ballooning sausages. She feared the skin would burst from the sheer expansion, but it didn't, stretching elastically.

When she couldn't fathom having even bigger hands, her body proved her wrong as the muscles and flesh grew to befit the much larger structure. The steer looked apprehensively small in comparison to her disproportionate limbs. Moreover, a stinging sensation surged from the tip of her fingers. She cried with trepidation at the incoming change. Her pretty nails, which she spent time decorating earlier, snapped in pieces as they reformed into menacing claws, slashing at the rubber of the wheel. Thousands of short dirty blond hair sprouted from her digits and the back of her massive manly hands, so much that they barely look human anymore.

Mimicking the immense mitts, Jennifer's feet underwent their own phase of growth. Inside her footwear, the limbs twitched like they've pulled a muscle as well, making the shoe cramped all of a sudden. She longed to get to free her concealed feet from their ever-tighter prisons, but she would have to lean down and untie them up. Against all odds, it was finally her turn to head to the window.

Jennifer couldn't drive like this. She needed to go back to the mansion immediately, but the painful squeeze on her feet made hurt her too much. She had to stop the vehicle and take care of this increasingly urgent problem. She barely managed to move to the service window before putting the car into park. Even grabbing onto the drive shift with her humongous hands proved to be a hard thing to do. Clumsily, she pulled the seat as far as possible, giving her enough leverage to remove the footwear. Only, it had suffered more than it could and started bursting around her ever-growing limbs. The paws were simply immense, probably as big as Seb's size 15 by now. And yet, the aching muscle dreaded her with the fact they were not even close to be done.

"Hello?" A voice called her out.

Jennifer turned and saw a visibly annoyed woman showing her the food bag and cup through the window. It took her a few seconds to remember she had been in line for breakfast and coffee earlier. She blushed red, trying to not look too weird in front of the employee. The changing fairy grabbed the purchased goods with embarrassment and drove away awkwardly. As she pressed on the gas pedal, she did not realize that she never brought the seat forward.

She left the fast food joint and headed back for the mansion. It wasn't far, she could do it... but what would she do then? Even if she went back, nothing implied her transformation would stop. And if it did, would she end up living the rest of her existence as a freaky male-female hybrid with oversized hands and feet? If she called the right one as the imposter now, would it excuse her for leaving the grounds and halt her changes? Would she ever get back to her previous appearance -- her normal self? She had so many unanswered questions.

Her costume was getting uncomfortably tight. She could hear parts of it beginning to tear as she expanded in proportions on the seat. As she looked down at herself, she realized just how much she's grown. She had to be around Sebastian's size to fit casually with the seat all the way back -- a six-foot-five giga-Jen! The thought lingered on her mind, nagging her like an unbearable echo until the tummy ache she's felt for a while intensified ten folds. She had to stop the car and pull over on parking.

It felt just like being on her period. A presence was blossoming within her, anticipating impregnation, yet she had nothing to relieve the instinctual itch. Moreover, it didn't want something to be shoved in, but to push it out. Jennifer shook her head in denial. She knew what was coming. She didn't want it -- she didn't want to become a man! She cried in trepidation as her uterus fell apart and ovaries restructured as testicles ready to be expelled out of her feminine organ. She wondered if Mathilda had to suffer the same treatment when she apparently became a male -- after all, only Theodore witnessed her altered form.

Thinking about her unfaithful boyfriend filled her with powerless anger anew. He had to be the traitor -- the imposter. There was no way he would have made it until the end of the night if he hadn't been! And the clues even pointed at him!

"Theodore is the imposter!" She declared as her last resort.

As if to mock her, her body flushed with even more heat, making her all sweaty like she had just had sex. She cried out as her legs spread apart and her hole started pushing the inevitable maleness assailing her. Did this sudden pain and change implied she had been wrong or was it bound to happen anyway? So much went through her head in that moment that she could not be certain.

She glanced down, pulled the now short-looking dress up to see her leggings bulging at the crotch. It was so cramped it hurt. In compliance to her birthing junk, she eased the pants to her ankles. Her panties held on for their life. As she tried to take them off, she accidentally snipped them with her new dangerous claws. Balls had dropped out, the size of large eggs and swelling bigger. The hole had sealed shut, a tiny penis poking hard above the packed scrotum.

"This can't be right!" The fairy whimpered.

Jen looked into the mirror and noticed the masculine visage gazing back. What... a handsome fucker! Jensen felt his heart sink upon seeing himself for the first time. His face didn't bear the same plump cherubic form, yet it retained its circular shape. Rather than appearing young and innocent, it struck as strong and virile. A short dirty blond -- with a twinge of red -- beard covered the bottom half of his figure. His eyes were not the clear hazel they've been earlier, having changed to the all too familiar glowing red. His lips curled into a smug grin, as the last bits of resistance were crumbling away. He brought one of his still oversized hands to his face, admiring just how attractive he looked.

Jensen felt the rush of heat fill his body once more as it morphed further. He stretched a few inches taller, about the height of a six-foot-eight entrance by this point -- his collapsing green hair pressing on the roof. His shoulders eclipsed the backrest, hitting on the door by his left and jutting outward to the other seat by his right. His legs buckled up longer, knees jamming against the dashboard on either side of the steering wheel. Jensen felt the same claustrophobic sensation growing stronger as the car shrank around him. He passed seven feet tall, slowly catching up to befit the monstrous hands and feet he got waiting at the drive-thru.

His head bonked the roof at seven feet four, the behemoth of a man almost adopting a foetal stance with his knees reaching so high. And just then Jensen did realize he had been avidly stroking his small penis the whole time -- although it wasn't so little, anymore. It had grown to the size of a water bottle, still swelling with pulsating need. Too lost in the throes of pleasure, Jen failed to acknowledge the spreading body hair, rippling from his changed extremities toward the core of his firming torso. The faint bit of chub left, as well as her womanly chest, melted down and redistributed under the tougher skin across his strong physique, melding with the muscle mass that was steadily increasing on her frame.

Meanwhile, he kept on jacking off the ever-augmenting cock between his legs. It passed a foot in length, but didn't look anywhere near stopping its expansion. With the way Jensen was contorting to fit inside the ever-shrinking car, he found his lips to hang quite close to the throbbing pillar of his manhood. Greedily, he leaned a little further, aiming his drooling dong for his changing maw, and went to town on his own member.

The vehicle creaked in complaints as the impossibly horny lad sucked himself off. He didn't care if other drivers or passers-by noticed him working on his boner -- they'd just have to enjoy the show or walk away. The more he pulled onto the needy hard-on, the deeper it reached. There was so much of it to love, to worship, to please. And yet, what would it be like to have it even bigger? Never did Jen ever think having a penis would feel so good. It brought him satisfaction beyond any comprehension he's had as a woman. If that's what it meant to have a throbbing boner between a man's leg, then Jensen would forgive Theodore for the adultery. Furthermore, he'd encourage them to settle an open relationship from now on. He'd even be keen to polygamy -- and perhaps ask Roger to come in with them!

Despite how large his jaw had grown, Jensen started choking onto his own penis. It exceeded the dimensions of any monster cock he had seen tonight by a far margin. Even the ball sack that hung down low between his legs was rivalling with the size of a dumbbell. They were churning, swelling, crying out loud for the increasingly incoming orgasm.

As the dam broke, Jen believed he'd be able to swallow in the load. However, he was unprepared for the sheer power of his jets and the quantity of semen he would shoot. The ejaculation pushed him through yet another growth spurt all over, adding back some soft padding onto his newly jacked musculature. Jensen pulled out the frantic hose from his mouth, taking out inches after inches of oversized manhood. He yanked out half a foot, then a whole foot, and some more. Finally, unskewered from his own erection, Jensen gasped with blissful ecstasy, becoming a literal fountain staining all the inside of Sebastian's car.

He tried basking back in the backrest, but as he stretched himself out, he heavily dented, then burst, the ceiling and demolished the seat he sat on. More jets of virile sperm kept oozing out as the gigantic monster had its hands wrapped around the geyser source. Time seemed to stop existing during the countless waves of giddiness clouding his brain and judgment. When the euphoria ebbed enough for him to think anew, he wondered if the others were still having their orgy in the basement. He glanced at the time on the car console: 5:40 AM. He grinned. There was still some left before 6 AM.

Jensen eased himself from the confined vehicle, breaking it further as he moved his seven feet and a half bod out. His two feet long boner still throbbed and leaked for some action. Without realizing, he was suddenly into the mansion driveway. He couldn't remember if he managed to get all the way back here earlier, but either or, that was the destination he longed for.

"Avenge the gays." The absurdly hung Jensen cried, ready to join and hang out with the guys downstairs. "Convert the homophobes--..."

And then there were none.