Gifts of the Magi



by D. Monster





“Can I ask you a favor?”



Clea looked up from her book at Kate, who stood over her, a small box in one hand, a large red cloth in the other. Kate smiled.



Clea smiled back at the other woman. “Sure! Gimme a moment.”



“No problem,” Kate replied as she watched the slight Asian woman unfold her legs from behind her head, stretch, and then stand. “One of these days I’m gonna figure out how you do that so naturally. I’d need one of Lloyd’s little toys to bend myself into those sorts of shapes.”



“Practice, my dear. Practice.” Clea tousled her friend’s short, spiky hair and then ducked as the pretty blonde took a mock swing at her. “Speaking of Lloyd’s toys, I see you’ve got one right there,” she said, pointing to the box in Kate’s hand. “What’s up?”



“I’m putting together an anniversary gift for Lloyd and I need your help.”



“And what’s my motivation, if I may ask?”



“Don’t be coy,” Kate said as Clea giggled. “Let’s just say that it should be well worth your while in the end.”



“Whose end…mine?”



“Be patient, grasshopper. Behold the box.” Kate set the small box on the floor and unfurled the cloth in front of it. She twitched the cloth once and then whipped it away, revealing a much larger box. Clea recognized it from one of Kate and Lloyd’s shows. This was the first time she’d seen it up close. It was about three feet on each side. It seemed to vibrate slightly…as though it were restless, impatient to return to its previous, much smaller size.



Kate turned a small dial on the front, unlatched the box, and opened the lid.



“You want me inside the box?” Clea asked.



“Nope,” said Kate, stepping into the box. “I want me inside the box. You’ve seen the show. You know what to do?”



Clea nodded and closed the lid over the crouching woman. She relatched the box and covered it with the cloth, making sure that no portion of the box was visible. “Knock knock,” she said and tapped the top of the box.



With a pop and what she could have sworn sounded like a sigh of relief, the cloth collapsed to the floor. Clea jumped, startled by the rapidity of the reaction. Then, cautiously, she lifted up the cloth and peered underneath.



Resting on the floor was the box. It was tiny…smaller now than it had been when Kate brought it in. Clea reached over and picked it up gingerly. It was no more than an inch on each side now. She placed it on the table and, after flicking the nearly invisible latch open with her fingernail, lifted the lid.



“Hiya,” said Kate, stepping out of the box. She was hardly three inches tall now, her voice so quiet Clea had to strain to hear. “How’s that for a weight-loss plan?”



Clea smiled, showing her perfect white teeth. “You look perfectly scrumptious.”



“Yeah, I bet you’d just like to gobble me up. Anyone ever tell you you’re weird?”



“Perhaps, but this is the first time I’ve ever fielded an accusation from someone who might lose a fist fight with a little green plastic army man.”



“Haha. Very funny. Now listen,” Kate said, sitting down on the box and taking off her now-microscopic shoes. “I need you to fetch the magic happy stick.”



“The what?” Clea asked, her feigned innocence ringing false even to herself. “I don’t know anything about….”



“Lloyd always knows where any of his creations are – even the ones he creates as jokes. I asked him about the happy stick a week ago. He said you’ve had it since early July. Go get it now.”



Clea, with an exaggerated sigh of defeat, rolled her eyes and stomped out of the room. Kate began unbuttoning her shirt.



A few minutes later, Clea returned. “Here you are, one genuine, one-of-a-kind Magical Telescoping Dildo, ready for….” She stopped and stared. “You have to be the smallest nude woman I have ever seen in my life.”



Kate did a small curtsey, for now everything she did was small. And she was indeed very naked.



Clea looked from her tiny friend to the medium-sized dildo. The dildo could be lengthened to any degree the user desired, displacing any interfering flesh in the process…but not harming the user. The first time that Clea had used it, she had gotten so carried away that she had discovered the tip protruding from her mouth. Right before she had the biggest orgasm that she’d ever had in her life. “You’re not thinking….” Her voice trailed off.



“Yup. I want you to use it on me.”



“But that…”



“Should be very interesting. I know.”



“But how does this turn into a gift for Lloyd?”



“You’ll see. Now let’s get started.”



Clea shrugged and picked up the tiny nude woman, holding her in one hand with her legs spread, ready to accept a dildo that was considerably thicker than her entire body. How could this possibly work?



Then Clea had an idea. She set the dildo down on the table. It sat upright, pointing into the air. She took her little finger and began gently rubbing her fingertip against Kate’s barely visible vagina. Her friend moaned quietly. After a minute, Clea began to feel some moisture.



She lifted Kate up and set her on the tip of the dildo. Pressing gently downward, Clea began to impale her on the plastic monolith. Astonishingly, her vagina began to accept the massive object, her lower body stretching incredibly to accommodate it. Clea grasped one leg each between the thumb and forefinger of each hand and began to pull down.



“No,” said Kate between gasps. “Not the legs…the lips.”



She raised her legs so they pointed straight out. Clea gingerly took hold of Kate’s tiny labia where they gripped either side of the gigantic dildo. She pulled and Kate slipped down further, her abdomen becoming grossly distended – she looked like she was pregnant with a cruise missile. Kate’s hands went to her sides, pushing down as though she was attempting to resist Clea’s efforts.



“Keep pulling.” Her voice was very faint. She was perspiring heavily – her skin was becoming quite slick.



Clea continued to pull down and began to understand why Kate hadn’t wanted her to pull on her legs. With Kate resisting the dildo’s progress into her thoracic regions, Clea’s pulling was causing her legs to grow shorter and shorter, merging with the thin sheath that Kate was becoming as Clea continued to pull.



When her legs had completely disappeared, Kate held her arms out away from her sides and the dildo moved all the way up to her neck. Her normally large breasts flattened out and her shoulders disappeared.



“Hold my head,” she whispered, her voice almost entirely gone now.



Clea did as she was instructed, holding Kate’s head between the thumb and forefinger of one hand while stroking down the length of Kate’s nearly tubular body with the other hand. Kate was moaning silently in ecstasy as her arms disappeared in the same manner as her legs had a few moments before.



Clea stopped. She pinched part of Kate’s body and pulled it away from the side of the dildo – it stretched easily, thin enough that it became translucent. Clea let go and it snapped back. This roused Kate from her erotic near-trance and she began to speak. Her expression was dreamy, her head now the only part of her tubular, thinly stretched body that was still recognizably human.



“Before we finish, I want to tell you what my gift to Lloyd is.”



Clea, who’d become more and more puzzled as her ministrations had left Kate less and less human in form, found herself completely floored by what Kate said next.



“It’s you.”



Clea stared. All she could manage to say was…



“Huh?”



Kate grinned.



“Since you came to live here with all of us, you’ve made little secret of your attraction to Lloyd. I haven’t minded at all, since I am all too aware that Lloyd is an extraordinarily attractive man.”



Clea felt a wash of relief move through her. Just the thought of Lloyd’s tall, chiseled form and warm smile made her melt. It had always made her feel guilty, as though by thinking those thoughts she was betraying her benefactors, the people who had taken her in when her life had been so difficult. Now she felt as though a weight had been lifted.



“If you weren’t attracted to him, I’d feel compelled to take you to the eye doctor. As you may have guessed, communication is an important part of my relationship with my husband – there are no secrets between us. So I have to tell you that Lloyd is very attracted to you also.”



Clea began to tingle and she had to concentrate to keep breathing.



“I’ve told him numerous times that I would be perfectly happy if you and he became – how shall I say – more intimate. Our relationship is rock solid and I trust both you and him implicitly. I figured it might even add some spice to life here. But Lloyd can be a little too shy for his own good sometimes. So I’ve come up with a way to give the two of you my unambiguous approval. And, in fact, I’ll be a participant, albeit a passive one.”



“I want the two of you to have sex…and use me as a condom.”



Clea gaped.



“You two can finally be intimate and I can be there, in the middle of it all. Are you okay with this?”



Clea, after sitting dumbfounded for a moment, nodded her head emphatically.



“How does it feel?”



Kate’s eyes rolled back. She was having obvious difficulties maintaining concentration. “Wonderful,” she breathed. “I’ve never felt filled like this before…and…” She gasped in anticipation, her voice now only the tiniest whisper. “Lloyd is so much bigger.”



Clea felt the tingling again, this time concentrated in her crotch. She was more than a little wet by now. Kate continued, haltingly.



“Okay then. Let’s finish. Grab my neck and pull gently. You’ll know…know when to stop. Then you c-can finish.”



Clea nodded, and holding Kate’s tiny neck, pulled just slightly. As her neck stretched, Kate closed her eyes and mouth in ecstasy. As Clea listened to her nearly silent moaning, she noticed that her friend’s hair was retracting into her head, leaving her bald. Then, her facial features and ears disappeared in the same manner, leaving her head as featureless as the rest of her body. It looked like a tiny fleshy knob at the end of her long, tubular body. A fleshy knob that was quivering.



Clea stopped pulling on Kate’s head and resumed pulling at the bottom of the sheath. The quivering intensified. The dildo moved up, expanding her neck and head quickly, leaving the formerly leggy blonde nothing but a translucent flesh-colored condom, a condom slick from her sweat and other juices. The vibration came to an orgasmic climax as, to Clea’s astonishment, Kate’s tiny form leapt off the end of the dildo and flew several feet through the air, landing in a squishy little pile on the floor.



Wow, Clea thought. I am going to have to try this some time.





She picked her friend up and slid her back onto the end of the magical dildo. She stretched like latex. Clea stared at what had been a walking, talking woman for just a moment and then began rolling her friend up from the bottom. Soon Kate was a small, circular package, which fit neatly in Clea’s palm.



Now to find Lloyd, she thought.



As she stood, there was a quiet knock on the door.



“Come in,” she said, anticipation making her voice quaver.



The door opened and a beautiful Indian woman stepped in. She wore long, flowing robes that concealed her petite form.



“Hi, Prita.”



“Hello. Have you seen Katie anywhere?” Her voice was lilting and musical. She produced a narrow box about a foot long from under her robes and held it out. “I’ve an anniversary present from Lloyd to deliver to her.”



Clea coughed and self-consciously put her hands, one of them still gripping the rolled-up Kate condom, behind her back.



“No,” she lied, hoping that Prita wouldn’t be able to tell.



“Well,” said Prita, who was now staring intensely into her eyes. “When you do see her, be sure to give her this.”



As Clea reached out and took the box with her free hand, Prita seemed to notice something. She cocked her head to one side, still staring into Clea’s eyes. Then she grinned and her eyes seemed to twinkle. She laughed quietly as she released both Clea’s gaze and the oddly shaped box. “On second thought, you might want to open it first.” With that, she winked and was out the door before Clea could respond.



Clea, puzzled, closed the door and walked back to the table. She set Kate down on the table along with the box.



She examined the box for a moment. Then she lifted the lid.



Her gasp was audible in the hallway, where Prita stood and chuckled. Delicious.



Clea had thought that after what she had just done to Kate, her day could not have gotten any stranger.



She had been quite mistaken.



As she stared at the contents of the box, she realized that she was now very, very wet.



***



“That is a very interesting request.” Prita arched a thin eyebrow in a manner that had always infuriated Lloyd. “However did you come up with that idea?”



Lloyd shuffled nervously; his hands plunged into the pockets of his bathrobe. Prita’s cooperation would be necessary to do this, but he suddenly realized that what he really wanted most of all was her approval. Lloyd had always respected Prita, and things that she thought were good ideas usually were.



“Well,” he said, taking a hand out of one pocket and rubbing it on his bald pate. “It’s just that I’m always in such a dominant position in our act and when we try out my devices and well I guess even most of the time at home too and while I know that Katie really likes it, you know, being manipulated like that…” He stopped, having realized that he was babbling. He took a deep breath.



“I guess I just wanted to, you know, give her a turn, sort of, you know, to be in charge.”



Prita sat, drumming her fingers against her chin, a solemn look on her face. Lloyd was about to start fidgeting again when she let him off the hook, smiling and standing up.



“I like it. Let’s get started.”



Relief washed over Lloyd and he walked over to a large machine in the corner. It consisted of a large steel cylinder about a foot in diameter sitting on a long table. A pair of short rails ran along the long edges of the table and a pair of larger rails, presumably to prevent the cylinder from rolling off, were on either end. A handle protruded from the center of the cylinder, making it look rather like a rolling pin. A piece of sheet metal attached to the roller’s handle concealed the leading edge of the roller.



“Ah,” said Prita. “I’ve seen you use this on Katie. How is it that you’re going too…” She stopped. He was pointing at the center of the table, where he had bored a hole slightly more than two inches in diameter. “Okay,” she said, looking up. “You ready to go?”



He nodded, but hesitated.



She smirked. “If you’re going to be shy about this part, I don’t know how you’re thinking you’ll be able to go through with the rest.”



He grunted and, as though responding to a challenge, quickly removed his bathrobe and tossed it aside.



She surveyed his naked body, eyes tracing thick muscles bunched under dark skin. “There,” she chided gently. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?” Her eyes came to rest on his penis, impressive even in its resting state. She smiled a little more. “I presume that you have a plan for making it harder, though?”



He looked down and his face reddened noticeably despite his dark complexion. “That should take care of itself,” he croaked, obviously embarrassed.  Their relationship was like that of a brother and sister, but he still found the situation a little uncomfortable.



“I apologize,” she said in her musical voice. “I shouldn’t tease.”



“It’s alright,” he said, relaxing a bit. “I’m entirely too self-conscious sometime.” He paused for a moment to build up his courage. “Okay. Time to do this.”



He sat down on the table. Unlike the times Prita had seen Katie on that table, he moved to lie down on his stomach rather than on his back, his buttocks in the air. He paused a moment to readjust himself – she could see him slipping what appeared to be a rubber band onto his penis - and then laid down flat. From where she stood, Prita could see his manhood dangling underneath the table, protruding from the hole he had cut. He was considerably taller than Katie, so his feet disappeared behind the sheet metal cover and were presumably right up against the surface of the roller.



“Go,” he said, laying his arms down at his sides.



Prita approached the roller and grabbed the handle. She pushed. Though it required considerable effort to get it started, the large cylinder began to roll forward, over where Lloyd’s feet should be. Lloyd groaned.



Prita paused and peered under the table. Lloyd’s penis had stiffened, becoming a fleshy monolith that strained against the limits the table imposed upon it. Lloyd had positioned himself such that, as his member became rigid and erect, it stood at a right angle to the table’s undersurface. And stand it did – there could be no doubt that this turned him on.



Prita resumed pushing. As his knees disappeared behind the guard, his feet began to emerge from under the roller. They were flat, presumably as flat as a piece of paper. As she continued, more and more of Lloyd emerged paper-thin from under the roller. As his head disappeared behind the guard, he let out one more ecstatic groan and fell silent.



The roller hit the backstop on the far end of the table. And there, on the table, lay a completely flattened Lloyd. Though not completely flattened….



She looked under the table again and there was Lloyd’s penis, stiffer and more erect than it had been when she had last looked. She guessed it must be nearly nine inches long. She reached out and touched it lightly with a delicate finger. The penis was warm and quivered slightly as she touched it. Lloyd was still conscious, she knew, so she decided it was best not to toy with him.



Looking up again, she attended to his flattened body. Peeling up his head, she looked at his flattened face, frozen in an expression of pleasure. She folded his top half over his middle and then did the same with his legs. Then she folded again. After a couple of folds, his folded body covered an area of less than a square foot around the spot where his very three-dimensional penis was held.



Deciding this was enough for the moment, she carefully backed the massive roller over Lloyd’s folded body. What emerged was again paper-thin. Prita continued folding.



This time she was able to fold Lloyd’s entire body up so that it fit within the area of the hole that was now filled, quite tightly, with his manhood. Another quick pass with the roller and Lloyd’s entire body was pressed flush against the base of his penis. The table now appeared empty. Prita reached under the table, took hold of Lloyd’s member and pulled.



With a quiet pop, it came loose in her hands. A small elastic band covered in runes dropped to the floor underneath the machine. Prita ignored it – Lloyd had said it wasn’t important right now.



She held her friend, now reduced to only his large, engorged penis. Despite the absence of a body, the penis was very much alive. She turned Lloyd over in her hands, examining him minutely. He was heavy – he must have weighed at least a pound. Prita was impressed in spite of herself. Then, after another minute, she crossed the room and, after kissing him lightly on the head (on the only head he had at the moment, that is), laid him in a small box that he had procured for the purpose.



And after gazing at him for a moment longer, she closed the lid of the box.



***



Clea stared at the massive penis in the box. She’d been able to do little else for several minutes so far. But in the meantime, she’d been able to come to a few conclusions:



1.                   Lloyd’s gift to Kate was a real penis.



2.                              Lloyd’s gift to Kate was a huge real penis.



3.                              Lloyd’s gift to Kate was Lloyd’s huge real penis.



4.                              Right now, Lloyd was Lloyd’s huge real penis. She didn’t know how she knew this, but she sensed that she was right.



5.                              Clea wanted Lloyd inside her right now.



6.                              Clea knew how to give both Lloyd and Kate their gifts to each other whilst simultaneously satisfying her own desires.



Setting Lloyd upright on his base, she set Kate’s rolled form on his tip and began unrolling her. As she had expected, Kate stretched to near-transparency over Lloyd’s massive cock. Then she stood and quickly removed her clothing. Naked, she took Lloyd, sheathed in his wife, and placed his head to her pussy. She teased herself with him for a moment…and then thrust him in. His girth made entry a bit of a strain, but Clea managed. She could feel him quivering within her.



She could feel both of them quivering within her. She imagined that as she thrust him in and out of her, Kate was massaging him also.



She continued thrusting. Try as she might, though, she could fit little more than half his length within her. Kate covered only six inches of Lloyd’s nine-inch length and she was not entirely inside Clea either. Clea stopped pumping and considered a moment.



Reaching out, she grabbed the “magic stick” from where it sat. She slid Lloyd and Kate out of her and, after telescoping the magical dildo to nearly two feet in length, stuffed the device that she had used to remake Kate into a human condom deep into her own vagina. As the dildo, one of Lloyd’s more devious inventions, slid all the way into her, she could feel it reconfiguring her internally to accommodate its extraordinary length. Then she quickly removed it, tossed it aside, and grabbed her transformed friends again. Hoping that the changes wrought by the magical sex toy would persist for a few more moments, she slid Lloyd and Kate back into her pussy. This time she took them easily, both of them disappearing completely inside her. For good measure, she pushed them in even farther, to the point of inserting her entire hand in all the way up to the wrist.



She removed her hand and lay still. She could see a slight bulge in her abdomen and feel them pulsating inside of her. It was exhilarating. On a whim, she folded herself in half, wrapping her legs around the back of her neck. She felt Lloyd and Kate shift back and forth inside her. They throbbed and Clea nearly passed out from the tsunami of pleasure that crashed through her. In quick succession, she moved in and out of numerous contortionist positions. With each variation in how she wrapped her body around itself, the throbbing entities within her moved and pushed. Finally, as she went into deep backbend, her head and shoulders emerging from between her knees, it happened.



Lloyd came.



The monstrous disembodied penis bucked inside her, pounding inside her as it released its load. Then….



Kate came.



An vibration arose within her and the mass within her abdomen became white hot, a miniature sun that threatened to consume her, then….



Clea came.



The orgasm came in wracking spasms that only intensified the reactions of Lloyd and Kate. Clea, drenched in sweat, collapsed in a heap, ragged moans escaping at intervals. Kate had been right – it had been well worth her while in the end.



It was several minutes before Lloyd calmed and Kate cooled and Clea could gather enough awareness of her surroundings to notice Prita standing in the doorway, watching her.  Prita’s true attention seemed elsewhere, however.



Clea opened her mouth to say something, but no sound came out.



As though she had heard her anyway, Prita snapped out of her reverie. Her voice was strained.



“I’m sorry to disturb the three of you right now, but something very urgent and important has come up and we have to go. Now.”



To be continued….