Wendy's Weird Wang (Patreon)

 Howdy folks. October was a hell of a month for me. November's shaping up to also be a difficult time. But I realize I can't leave you folks hanging. This one is a futa BEING humiliated, a bit different from my normal stuff. Still, I hope you guys enjoy, and I thank you for your patience.

Wendy lay in bed, staring down at her naked body. She had a pair of generous, but not massive breasts, narrow waist, and wide-set child-bearing hips, all features characteristic of a redhead like herself. What was uncharacteristic, however, was a diminutive cock and balls seated between her legs. This recent addition to her anatomy was concerning and perplexing to the poor girl. In a classic case of her hometown’s supernatural weirdness, she’d been involuntarily saddled with a three-inch erection for the last few days. 

Last weekend, she’d gone out in the woods to chill on her own, when she suddenly got a text from Tambry; a picture message. It was some dude’s dick, of course, and a rather tiny one at that. Wendy rapidly typed back “LMAOOOO”. She then looked up to see some kind of… weird silhouette in trees ahead. She stared, but couldn’t exactly see what it was despite several blinks. A whooshing noise and a gust of wind swept over her as she lost consciousness. She came to her own bed, where she first discovered her new appendage. 

Worse yet, she’d gained a new perspective as to why men were such perverts and chauvinists all the time; this thing was uncontrollably horny. Wendy had always been just as attracted to girls as she was to guys, but since she’d acquired her new package, a constant craving for pussy and an almost overwhelming desire to cum weighed constantly on her mind. Ironic, she thought, that she used to make so much fun of ultra-horny guys with small cocks, and now she herself was one.

Wendy froze, and her eyes shot open wide as a realization set in; THAT’S why she was cursed with this cock. It was some kind of Twilight Zone ironic curse thing as karma for making fun of shrimpdicks! It had to be! This was the exact kind of weirdness Gravity Falls was known for, right? 

Frantically, she reached for her phone. She had to call the one person she knew would know how to deal with this kind of supernatural stuff. She flipped through her contacts. Her finger hovered over the listing that read ‘Dipper Pines.’ But she hesitated. She didn’t exactly want to have to explain to anyone else, much less Dipper, that her genitalia had been reconfigured, and that it was now not only of the wrong type but a pathetically small example of such. Calling anyone else about this was a no-go. But hell, after everything she’d gone through, all the supernatural adventures she’d faced, she was confident she could figure this one out on her own.

Her miniature cock twitched. She wasn’t going to do any mystery-solving with this thing controlling her thoughts. She’d, of course, tried jerking off. Hell, she was so horny that it’s almost all she did since this thing appeared. She tugged and tugged until she burst, multiple times a day, going through Kleenex at an impossible rate. And while masturbating and cumming with a cock was great, it wasn’t enough. That only alleviated her symptoms for the briefest time. 

She needed something stronger, to cum with an actual woman, or for that matter any other human being. But again, she had to keep her shame a secret. She thought and thought. And eventually, a light bulb came on over her head. She realized there was somewhere she could definitely get her rocks off anonymously; the glory hole in the bathroom at the Skull Fracture. She gagged slightly at the disgusting thought of a dive bar bathroom, but it was her only real chance. Again, Wendy now understood why guys were so willing to go to such gross places like that just to get their rocks off; this was hell!

Wendy leaped out of bed, still nude, turning to check the time. It was almost midnight. The Skull Fracture would be open for another two hours. Perfect. She’d have plenty of time to get in, bust her nut, and get out. She threw on her usual clothes as quickly as possible, quietly sneaked out of her window as she’d done for so many other nights of teenage debauchery. 

Normally, someone her age couldn’t have gotten into a tough joint like that, but luckily for Wendy, her dad being a regular meant she knew the bouncer was none too bright. A quick distraction meant she was able to slip in undetected. When she was sure that no one was paying attention, she made a dash for the men’s room as quietly as possible and stepped into the leftmost stall.

Wendy sighed, having reached her destination unhindered. She stared at the hole in the grimy linoleum wall, covered in permanent marker scribbles and phone numbers. ‘For a good time, call such-and-such.’ But Wendy was already to have her good time right where she stood. She fished a $20 bill out of her pocket and stuffed it through the stall’s hole.

A second later, she heard the knock on the other side of the wall that she’d expected. There was no going back now. She unzipped her unimpressive package and stuffed in through the hole. She waited, patiently, for the long-awaited feeling of a warm, wet mouth on her insatiable miniature boner. But the sensation never came. Instead, all she heard was a muffled giggle and light prodding with a fingertip.

Instead, her phone buzzed loudly, startling her. Who could that be, this time of night? Figuring she had nothing else to do while waiting for her oral service to begin, she slipped it out of her pocket to see what it could have been. 

It was, to her slight confusion, another picture message from Tambry. She opened it to see yet another unimpressively-sized penis. But not just any penis, this was one Wendy knew all too well; her own. She blinked in surprise, putting two-and-two together. This could only mean one thing… Tambry was on the other side of the glory hole. 

“Uh… I paid.” Wendy said in a fake manly voice, hoping it would fool her would-be prostitute. “Shouldn’t you be sucking?” 

That seemed to get things going. She soon felt exactly what she’d been dreaming of ever since this curse afflicted her; the feeling of a woman’s skilled mouth on the eager throbbing erection she was sporting. It took all the effort she could muster not to fall over from her knees buckling. 

Tambry, ever the master of multitasking while texting, sent several more humiliating messages to Wendy decrying the size of the cock that was in her mouth. Things like “OMG” followed with a string of laugh-cry emojis and “legit the most pathetic dick evr” blew up Wendy’s phone. She had to admit, the way she was being fellated while being degraded was… somehow really hot? Wendy bit her lip, looking at the phone as long as she could until her eyes went crossed. She was right there, about to blow...

And then out of nowhere, the sucking seemed to stop, just as she was on the edge. It was too late, however. Wendy’s deprived little pinprick just couldn’t hold back any longer. A hot load of jizz spurted forth, landing where Wendy could only imagine on the other side of the wall.

Wendy need not imagine very long, however, because moments later, another final picture came through. She was greeted with a topless Tambry, making a teasing tongue-out face, and streaked in the ropes of cum she’d just blasted a second ago.

“my succ skills were too much for the lil guy to handle lol” she added. Despite her orgasm a second ago, Wendy already found herself starting to stiffen again from her friend’s cruel words. Still, she couldn’t bring herself to go through with it a second time. She retracted her meager package through the hole and left, fastening her pants and leaving the bar through the back exit in shame. She came in search of relief, but instead, only made herself hornier than ever...