Wednesday Briefs: Dallas in Wonderland #21

Happy Hump Day! Are you ready for some flash fiction, brought to you by the members of the Wednesday Briefs? Well, wait no more, it's that time! Our group is growing by leaps and bounds! We hope you're enjoying our weekly offering of fiction fun! This week we had these prompts:  "It was a dark and stormy night."  

The alternative prompts were: candy, crow, a length of rope or "When I saw his/her eyes, I just knew that..." or 

French kiss, French fry, third French object of your choice or penguin, ventriloquist, rapier or "Are you glad to see me or is that a (fill in the blank) in  your pocket?"

This week, Dallas in Wonderland continues where we left off, with Dallas experiencing a sudden growth spurt. What next? You have to read it to find out!

Dallas in Wonderland #21

Dallas’s whole body felt as if it were expanding, more than just his mind. The ground seemed to be moving away from him, as well as everything upon it. He pulled his foot from the fire and shook it; drops of flame danced off;  the already panicked men ran, scattering in pairs. Dallas threw out one hand to balance himself. It landed smack dab in the strawberry river, but curiously, the water only rose up to his elbow. Surely it had been deeper than that before?

Something tickled his arm. Glancing into the water, he saw a school of tiny fish. They nibbled at his flesh, prickling, but not causing pain; he grinned at the sight. Pulling his arm from the water, he looked down at himself in amazement.  He was easily ten feet tall, maybe fifteen or twenty. It was hard to tell proportion with such a rapid growth spurt—a lot faster than puberty, and twice as confusing. His clothes hadn’t expanded with him; stretched beyond their capacity to contain him, they’d been reduced to tatters early on, to be blown away by the first errant breeze.

He looked about for Samuel, searching for his familiar long red tail.  He finally found him, standing beside Dallas’ overly large feet.

“Hello up there!” Samuel waved. “Are you glad to see me, or is that a forest in your pocket?”

Samuel’s voice went straight to Dallas’ cock. Dallas’ very large, very erect cock—it had to be eighteen inches long, if not more. His eyes bulged at the sight of so much him. He slipped his hand about his own naked hardness, unable to keep from touching it. A giant vein that ran along the underside visibly throbbed along with his pulse. He curled himself around Samuel, careful not to crush him. Samuel was only about one third his size and he didn’t want to hurt him.

“I’m very glad to see you,” Dallas admitted. He yearned for the taste of Samuel’s lips, but somehow he didn’t see that happening, not with the disparity in their sizes. His head was still spinning from the shotgun technique Samuel had employed to share the contents of the joint, every sensation heightened a thousandfold.

Now the question was—how was he going to get back to his proper height so he could be fucked again by the delicious Dr. Levi?

Dallas shivered at an unexpected touch; he looked down to find Samuel licking his cock. He’d taken up a position just below it, wrapped his legs around the base, and begun to taste. A drop of pre-cum dripped from the head, splatting on the ground, narrowly missing Samuel.

“You taste like candy,” the good doctor commented.  “If I had a length of rope, I’d climb up there and kiss you, you know? Alas, I did not come prepared.”

Damn the luck. Dallas’ lips throbbed with unspent passion, his cock reacting to Samuel’s tongue. 

“I need you to kiss me,” Dallas moaned, “need you so much, Samuel.”

“Never give up, Dallas, never surrender. Where there’s a will, there’s a way. If you want it, it will come.”

Dallas thought he’d never heard more beautiful words in his life.  Tears prickled the corners of his eyes.

“What goes up must come down,” Samuel continued, unwinding himself from around Dallas. At first Dallas was disappointed at the loss of his warm body—until he saw Samuel divest himself of his clothing, tossing aside his green kilt to reveal his very pale, very beautiful flesh.

Naked, he began to lick at Dallas’ cock again, pressing against him with his own heated body. Dallas wouldn’t have believed it, but his skin was so super-sensitive that he felt every touch, every nuance of Samuel’s ministrations. His cock began to twitch, his balls to tighten. He gripped his own sac, careful not to unsettle Samuel from his precarious perch.

With the pre-cum that seeped from his hardness, he resembled a seething volcano, pressure building in every crevice and orifice, even to the farthest reaches of his body, his limbs trembling with excitement. Dallas closed his eyes and threw back his head, his moans filling the air at approximately the decibel level of a train whistle. Birds flying by squawked at the sound and raced away. Small animals took cover. The ground began to tremble with the force of the vibrations that shook Dallas’ frame.

“You can do it.” Samuel encouraged him with his words, his lips, his tongue, his hands, and his entire body. “Let it out, let it all out…”

Dallas’ cock began to convulse in the throes of his orgasm. His fingers gripped the earth, clawing divots from the very ground. His leg muscled tightened, his back arched, his balls ached fiercely until he began to release in molten waves that flowed from his spasming cock.

As his essence left his body, he felt a swirl that encompassed his very core, as if he were folding in on himself, like a telescope, growing smaller with each mini eruption and aftershock of his coming. Smaller and smaller, while Samuel seemed to grow larger, although that was simply a perception and not a truth, for the truth was that he did not change at all, while Dallas did grow smaller.

With a last gasp, he was done, and somehow, in the midst of his re-combobulations, he managed to end up with Samuel perfectly aligned atop his body, in just the perfect proportion as they’d been before.

“Welcome back, handsome,” Samuel greeted him before he claimed Dallas’ lips in a heart-stopping kiss. Dallas wrapped his arms about Samuel, clinging tightly, lest he find himself changing again. But no, all remained the same, as they sang to one another, using the medium of their lips.

Until Dallas was torn from his idyllic bliss by a terrible screech which filled the very air about them. What the fuck?  He turned worried eyes toward Samuel.

“Ah,” the doctor said calmly. “The Jabberwock approaches.”

to be continued

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