A Monster in My Phone Ch. 02

For the next week every night was the same. I would wake up around midnight in a sweat, screaming, and covered in cum. And it was a weird amount of it too. Not animated porn cumflation amounts but still enough i was having to strip my sheets almost every night. My days though were super productive despite the weird nights. I had written several good scripts for some YouTube episodes and podcasts and actually managed to get my website up and running exactly the way I wanted. My day job to fund my living expenses was less of a pain in the ass.

For some reason everyone just seemed to be a little nicer to me. Trish, who was arguably the hottest boss I had ever had, I think even flirted with me once or twice. Probably just my imagination honestly. She always wore shirts that made her cleavage look great but with a chest like hers even if she was wearing a turtleneck her breasts would be very easy to spot.

Anyway, like I was saying life was going well except for the night terrors. Which was why I was explaining all of this to my therapist in detail.

"Like I can't remember anything Doc it's just I wake up and just, fuck you know.." I said laying on the couch.

Doctor Patricia Alburque sat in her leather chair across from me. She wore a well tailored suit that made her pretty slender body look tight and appealing. She had straight blonde hair and an angular face. Her lips were nice and full though, and if she had bigger tits I probably would masturbate to her sucking me off.

"Well Drake it sounds like maybe you could benefit from maybe some deeper cognitive therapy, or perhaps some hypnotherapy," She said. She took a few notes in her file on me and then closed it up. She leaned forward and laced her fingers, placing her weight forward, leaning on her crossed legs. It gave me the slightest peak of cleavage down her shirt.

"I guess I will try anything once," I said, "So how does this work exactly?"

"Well you need to close your eyes and relax," she said. I followed her instructions. Closing my eyes and then began trying to relax with deep breaths. "Now I want you to focus on....how I would look sucking your fat cock." The second half of her sentence sounded strange like it was coming from her but not her.

"Say that second part again?" I said opening my eyes and looking over my feet at her.

"I said focus on the night you had the terror Drake." She had an expression that felt very much like a woman not surprised a man hadn't listened to what she said.

"Oh okay." I said sheepishly. I closed my eyes again and began breathing deeply. Need to cut back on the porn I thought to myself.

"Now focus on that night. Tell me what you were doing leading up to the night terror," She said. I heard the folder open again and her pen clicked.

I was a little hesitant to tell her but it was all confidential anyway right. "I was watching porn and masturbating."

"I see. A totally normal activity. What next?" I heard her writing some notes down again.

"Well I had just orgasmed and was cleaning up when, I guess I hit one of those pop up ads, and my entire phone quit working." I said the slight panic of not having my phone and the financial stress of having to buy a new one started to build in me again.

"I see," she said, "I am guessing this really stressed you out?"

I sighed, "Yeah it did. I use my phone a lot for my work and I don't have the money to get a new one."

"Mhmm well I think what we might have here is a simple case of being over stressed after an act that should have brought pleasure and relief. Have you masturbated since the first terror?" She asked in a professional manner.

I thought about it for a second and realized I hadn't at all. "No actually I haven't." I said.

"Well whenever you get a chance you should try again. Try to remind your subconscious that sex and masturbation are good for stress relief not causing it." She took some notes again and I heard her say in that same way as before, "You could even masturbate to me letting you fuck my tight ass."

I shook my head and pinched my nose. I opened my eyes and looked over at her. My eyes saw her bent over her desk, her pants were off and I saw myself behind her fucking her. She was still wearing her suit but the pants were torn off in the back. She was moaning loudly and she cried out, "That's it fuck my slutty ass and fill me with cum!"

I watched myself slam into her once more and then she cried out as my cum began pumping into her ass. Quickly like some type of hentai her belly expands from cum and she looked right at me. Her eyes went golden with slit pupils and the other me's hands reached forward and ripped her blouse off. Her belly stopped expanding but her tits began ballooning outward.

"Oh Drake that's it mhmmm keep pumping cum in me and make me a fat tittied cow! Oh Drake....Drake....Drake.."

"Mr. Drake!!" Doctor Alburque yelled while shaking my shoulder. "I am happy you find my couch comfortable but you need to wake up."

My eyes snapped open and I looked up at her. She was back to normal, all of her clothing still attached and no belly full of cum. I shook my head a little and looked into her eyes making sure they were still brown and not golden. "Sorry Doc guess work wore me out more than I thought."

She shook her head and went back to her chair. I watched her ass with keen interest now. Wondering what it would feel like to slide my cock in her ring. "Mr. Drake I would rather use our time together talking about your issues and not watching you sleep on my couch." She picked up my file on the table in front of her and then said, "So has anything new developed in your life in the past few weeks?"

I thought carefully, and finally said, "Outside of my phone almost breaking and people being slightly nicer to me at work. No, not really."

The session ended pretty shortly after that. Apparently I had been asleep for half the session. Considering my financial situation sleeping for half a session I was paying for kind of sucked. I was a little peeved that she had let me sleep that long. So I just went and bought a pizza and a soda on my way home to stress eat my problems away with junk food.

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Patricia had a good reason for letting me sleep. She had come into the office a minute or two late and found me passed out on the couch. "Sorry I am late Mr. Drake I will have my secretary refund you for the hour today." She said while dropping her purse on her desk and grabbing my file from the cabinet.

"Mr. Drake?" She asked, looking over her shoulder at me. She realized then I was asleep. She walked over to me and was about to say my name again when she heard me moan in my sleep. She stopped dead in her tracks. She hadn't been sure but it sounded like I had said her name.

Her cheeks blushed with embarrassment. She couldn't believe that I was having a possible naughty dream about her in her office on her couch. Granted she wasn't innocent when it came to that couch either, she reminded herself. She had played with herself after hours on that couch to relieve the stress of the day on several occasions. She reached a hand out to try and gently shake my shoulder when she saw my bulge.

At the crotch of my shorts was a large tent. It was bigger than any she had seen before and seemed to be...moving? Her eyes fixed on it as two smaller bulges formed and made their way up to the waistband of my shorts. She watched the tips of two tentacles pull my shorts down and reveal my cock. Which currently looked like something out of a horror film. Small tentacles were growing and twitching all around the base of it. My balls were the size of baseballs and my sack was covered in tiny tentacles. Two looked slightly bigger, almost like nipples or udders on a cow. My cock itself was as thick as a coke can and about 10 inches long now. Huge veins bulge from all sides and under the skin it looked like it was ribbed, or segmented? She wasn't sure.

Her mind screamed to run, or call the police or find some type of monster cock science team to quarantine me but her body wouldn't move. She started to reach for her phone but several of my tentacles grew outward quickly and wrapped around her arms and throat. Before she could scream they dragged her down to my balls and began smothering her with them. The two strange udders began pumping some type of slime all over her face. Straight musk and pheromones filled her nose, her mouth, and began soaking into her skin.

Within seconds her body stopped struggling and began responding in a more whorish manner. Her tongue licked at my balls, her hands stroked my shaft, and her moans filled the air. The tentacle around her throat pulled her up and brought her face to the tip of my cock. My mouth moved, but a woman's voice came out, "Suck him whore."

She obeyed immediately, her mouth opening wide and taking my head into her warm mouth. She used her tongue on the underside of my head, and kissed the tip. She was going slow, a small part of her mind realizing she needed to warm her throat up before going all in. But the voice spoke again, "I said suck it not make love you little slut." The tentacle around her throat pulled her down farther and she gagged and choked on my length. Then my cock began growing. The segments under my skin separating, becoming ridges on a long wormlike tentacle. My cock shoved its way past her uvula, and down into her stomach. Her whole body wretched at the intrusion but the other tentacles held her firm while my cock explored deeper into her body.

"Mhmmm that's better, I am gonna fill you with cum now so you can grow proper breasts for my new host to fuck later on. Don't worry you won't remember this happened though." Said the voice through my lips.

Patricia's mind went white and my cock began spewing a deluge of cum into her bowels and stomach. The tentacle filled her with just enough that every inch of her insides was full without giving her too much of a swollen stomach.

She came too standing over me again. My shorts were back in place. I had no bulge and everything seemed normal. She felt very full though like she had just eaten a big meal. She shook her head clear though and went back to waking me up. She was almost 30 minutes late after all they need to get started on their session.