Either Or
by sexhammer40k
After cruelly injuring her assigned partner for a school project, Amy learns the hard way that revenge is a dish best served with a side of hot, steamy sex.
Cursed to grow a dick over a foot long and given an inflatable body, Amy is first put through the wringer by the vengeful Mandy and then left to stew in her own juices. And
oh boy
are there a lot of juices! There's also a lot of soap, suds, humiliation, mental gymnastics, mindfucks, and reluctant rape. (I mean, after all, how
else
is Amy supposed to set up the perfect world where she and her best friend can just be happy together?)
* * * * *
Hi. My name is Amy. Amy Dirschl.
This is the story of how my life got flipped, turned upside-
Wait,
shit
. That's the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. (I've been watching reruns. Fuck off.)
I've actually been watching lots of reruns, lately. At least, between my mind-blowing masturbation sessions and.... Well, I'm getting ahead of myself, now aren't I?
Let me just start at the beginning and go from there.
* * *
How the hell I got partnered with the little dweeb, I don't know. Assigned partners
suck
. Jean, one of my friends, got into a fight with her partner because he kept being a perv in the hallway after class. She kicked him in the nuts and told him she'd rather fail than be his partner. The teacher came out and gave them both a detention (since she didn't see what had happened) and, Jean told me later, promised to assign both of them a different partner.
Perfect
, I thought.
All I have to do is get into a fight with I'm-trying-to-bring-goth-back Mandy, and we'll be able to swap partners for sure! A day or two of detention would be totally worth it.
So when Mandy met up with me on the way to the buses, I was just
itching
for an excuse.
To be perfectly honest, I don't even
remember
what she said initially. But it was something about who would do what, and I bitched about wanting to do the other thing. Mandy agreed to switch without putting up a fight. So I lied and said I wasn't good at computers (I'm no genius, but I can make a slideshow. Seriously, who can't?) so she'd have to type it up after I got all the information.
That
got a reaction, as now Mandy was annoyed at why I had wanted to do that part in the first place.
So I said some shit, and pretty soon we were screaming at eachother on the school steps. I knew it had to get physical before a teacher would do anything, so when Mandy called me a cunt, I kicked her in hers.
To be perfectly honest, I forgot the shoes I was wearing had a kinda pointy tip. They weren't heels or anything, just flat bottoms. But they were supposed to
look
like heels, while still being practical enough to wear around school. Therefore: hard plastic pointy tip.
Mandy went down clutching her groin and within maybe 10 minutes I was in the principle's office and Mandy was on the way to the hospital. I got a two month suspension and was told that if I
ever
did something like that again I could be expelled. The only reason I wasn't being expelled
right now
was because I had no history of serious violence and claimed that I meant to kicker her,
sure
, but didn't mean to send her to the hospital. The principal was still mighty pissed, and so were my parents.
I didn't really care, though, because I already had good enough grades to graduate, even if it would be with Ds or Es in a few classes. But I could
technically
get my diploma if I never went to school again, so long as I didn't get in trouble for truancy. So... honestly being suspended wasn't that bad. I could just blow off the homework I was assigned and still be mostly fine. I'd probably have to do
some
of it, if only so that it looked like I was doing something to my parents.
* * *
I was at home, maybe three weeks later, actually doing a token amount of homework, when I heard someone knock at the door.
To be perfectly honest, being grounded was the worst part of this situation. My parents had taken my car keys away and if I called a ride, I'd be in hot shit when they saw the purchase in my history. I'd tried it anyway a couple of times, and they'd actually gone so far as to take my cell
and
the modem with them when they went to work and told me if I kept it up, they'd take the cable box, too.
I paid cash for the bus a few times, but that sucked, so I usually just stayed home and dicked around online. I poked at social media, I watched dumb videos, I even looked at porn. But at this point, I was bored with everything. I browsed fashion websites, tried stupid DIY makeup tricks and "life hacks", and scrolled through endless pages of clothes and jewelry sales looking for anything that would pique my interest.
With any luck, the person who had just knocked at the door was the delivery guy dropping off the new black top I had ordered. I was bored of doing algebra right now anyway, and trying on one of the outfits that was on the way would be fun, hopefully.
I made my way downstairs and opened the door. There was no one there, but there was a manila envelope propped up against the side of the door. My enthusiasm stirring, I picked it up to see who it was addressed to. I'd be in hot shit if I opened my parents' package, after all. However, the package was completely blank save for one bar code. There was a place where there might have
used
to have been a label, but it looked like it had been ripped off.
I took a picture of both sides of the package to prove that I hadn't taken the labels off after opening it or anything, and then felt it up. It was padded with bubble wrap and there was some paper inside. But there was
also
some sort of jewelry. From the feel of it, it was a large heart-shape, maybe as long as my thumb, with something pointing straight down from the tip of it. There were a few other bits in there too: three rings, and what seemed to be a pearl necklace. Feeling the heart-thing again, it
almost
felt like it was
dick shaped
.
"What the
fuck
?" I said aloud. There was no way this belonged to my parents. Maybe Jean had found something perverted online and was pranking me with it? That would explain the missing label.
I tore it open and dumped the contents out on the kitchen table.
Sure enough, a thumb-sized golden dick made a heavy clack as it hit the table. The rings and stuff clattered around it, and a piece of folded up parchment landed on top.
And when I say parchment, I mean
parchment
. It was
way
thicker than normal printer paper, even glossy photo paper. It was folded inwards in thirds on all four sides, making the parchment one ninth of it's previous size and giving it a pocket inside of itself. If I had been
thinking
, I might have avoided the trap, but I was so curious that I unfolded the parchment without a thought to caution.
The inside of the parchment was completely covered in crazy looking symbols, circles within circles, and triangles within triangles, but also several charts and graphs. It
looked
like it was supposed to be some ancient mystic thing, but there were also some
clearly
modern graphs, with completely legible labels on the axis and equations next to them. My brain still fresh from my algebra homework, I recognized some of these equations as quadratic and cubic inequalities. There was some trig shit thrown in too, with some waves and circles denoted with sin(x) and cos(x) and shit like that.
Completely forgetting about the jewelry, I wanted to put this up as a poster in my room. It looked
sick
in a magi-punk sort of way. Unfolded, it would certainly be big enough to make a poster. The only problem was that the last flap was stuck. I tried to unfold it, but it seemed stuck to itself around the inner fold, as if all of the other pages folded on top of it had caused it to stick to itself.
I tried pulling from the top of the flap, but it was stuck tight. I gently put my fingers inside the outer gap of the paper, and worked them towards the center. Looking inside the part I could see, there was plenty more crazy symbols and funky graphs hidden under the fold. In fact, on the bottom sheet, I could see diagrams of the human body in that old style where they're naked inside a circle and there are two views of their arms and legs at different angles superimposed over eachother. Leonardo DaVinchi, maybe? The diagrams looked weirdly proportioned since they were on the inside of the bottom fold and therefore upside down. But I thought nothing of it and kept right on trying to peel the parchment apart.
I finally had my hand right up next to the inner seal. I braced the paper on the tabletop, got a good grip, and pulled. I wasn't as worried about ripping it as I normally would have been since it was so thick, almost like super thin hide or something. I gave it a good tug, but it didn't want to budge. I pulled harder, but still nothing. I tried giving it a brief hard yank, and that succeeded in getting up part of the corner.
Oh, of course! It's sticky, so if I pull gently it's just going to stretch. Makes sense
, I thought.
So I gave it a hard yank. Which was the biggest mistake I've ever made in my life.
The parchment came free, and a huge cloud of purple powder was thrown into the hair.
I staggered backwards, coughing and unable to see. I tried blinking my eyes, but my vision was filled with purple haze. Through the haze, it looked like there were bright lights shining from the kitchen table. I tried to catch my breath, but my lungs burned and my entire body began to feel warm. There was a tightness in my chest and I clutched at my heart. My lungs felt like they were being constricted, like I was drowning under water and I was trying to breathe liquid to no avail.
I collapsed to my knees, gasping for breath as my vision filled completely with pink to the point that I could see nothing else. I
could
, however, see brilliant golden light shining upwards from a flat surface in front of me. The kitchen table.
Desperate for breath and not knowing what else to do, I forced myself upright as my vision began to swim. I started to get tunnel vision as I looked at the table before me. I could see nothing other than the glowing jewelry and the black lettering on the parchment. Everything else was solid pink.
I staggered forwards and grabbed at the parchment. I couldn't actually see it, only the black lettering written on it. I picked it up and tried to tear it. I don't know why I thought to do that, but I tried it. My strength was failing and I was unable to do so, however. I collapsed forward onto the tabletop and groped for the scattered jewelry.
I don't know what I thought I was going to accomplish. Holding both a handful of jewelry and the parchment, I looked at them through the pink haze and tunnel vision constricting down to a point. I thew them away as hard as I could and did what I could to hurl myself out of the kitchen. I stumbled through the dining room and tripped over the tile in front of the front door. I landed in a heap on the living room carpet. I tried to get up but couldn't. I wasn't sure where the front door was, but I tried crawling forwards. I don't know how far I got before blackness overtook me.
* * *
I woke up with a gasp, a crushing sensation coming from my groin.
The first thing I saw was Mandy standing over me, grinning down at me with a cruel expression on her face as I was propped up against the side of the couch in my own living room.
My hands were behind me and seemed to be held in place by what felt like tape.
The
second
thing I saw was the gigantic penis that was attached to my groin.
"What the
fuck
‽" I exclaimed. I could
see
the huge member, maybe eight or so inches long that was attached to my crotch. I could
feel
