Charlie-Charlene Part3

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Charlie-Charlene Part 3 Elaine stood transfixed by the sight of her rapidly growing member. Again, her mind was racing, and she finally found her voice, “Charls, Honey, please tell me I’m not dreaming, ‘cause with this thing, I can have any woman.” “Let’s go in the kitchen and have a beer, while I tell you all about yesterday. Lainie, this is a TRIP!” “Beer? It’s only ten o’clock in the morning! Isn’t that a little early, even for you?” “Oh, okay. OH, hey, Elaine! I have some champagne left over from last night. That capper won’t hold the fizz in much longer, and I think there’s enough OJ to make us a couple of mimosas. That’s acceptable for brunch. Besides, it’s Saturday – I’m sure it must be five o’clock somewhere.” Elaine laughed at the old line, and said, “Oh, all right, you convinced me. But, seriously, you have to tell me just what the Hell is going on here. This…this …THING, is still growing.” escort beylikdüzü She looked back down at her crotch, and her still-growing member. They went into the kitchen, and Elaine snagged one of the bar stools, and sat at the island. Charlene got a pair of flutes from the kitchen cabinet and set them on the counter. As she bent down to get the orange juice out of the refrigerator, she could feel her new testicles swinging between her parted legs. It was a new sensation, and she stood there with the refrigerator door open, legs straight and slightly akimbo, bent from the waist swaying back and forth slightly, feeling them swing. “What the fuck are you doing?” Elaine cried out. “From here it looks like you’re trying to screw the refrigerator, and, trust me, it looks damned silly.” Charlie stood up, closed the door, and said, “Oh, sorry. It’s just that they escort akbatı were swinging, and I was kinda testing, to see how it felt.” “And?” “I don’t know, just sort of… interesting.” She looked at Elaine’s crotch then, and went on, “You’ll find out soon enough, I’m thinking.” Elaine looked down at her lap, and yes, her penis was still growing,. It was about four inches long, and there was a definite beginning of a scrotum just behind it. She put her left hand down, placed her thumb at the base, and tentatively felt behind the base of her new penis with her fingers. Sure enough, she could feel a small, but distinct pair of testicles. I wonder if I can have these surgically removed, she thought, as she palpitated them. “God, Elaine, you’re such a slut,” Charlene said. “”You’re not even, as they say,‘full-growed yit’ and already you’re playing with them like a major escort beylikdüzü league third baseman.” “Who is ‘they’?” “Smart ass. Here, bite on this.” Charlene handed her the mimosa. Elaine started to take a sip, but just as the glass reached her lips, she stopped. “A toast,” she said, raising her glass high. “Here’s to the brand spanking new free-swinging engineer. Two weeks ago, I bet you couldn’t even spell it.” Charlene laughed, and said, “Thank you.” She took a sip of her mimosa, and went on, ”You’re the first to know….no… that’s not quite right. Lemme tell you about what happened before I sprouted this … thing.” She still hadn’t gotten used to the idea of having one, and couldn’t bring herself to call it a penis. Pulling a bar stool up to the island, she started to sit, then got up again. “Wait a minute. Be right back.” She said over her shoulder as she headed toward the bedroom. Presently, she reappeared, carrying the phallus and the little vial. She set them down on the counter with a click, and climbed up onto her stool. Taking another sip of her mimosa, she started telling Elaine all about her evening, starting with opening the envelope, and feeling so elated.

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