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Rated: 18+ · Interactive · Sci-fi · #2343156

Women and teenage girls who get something special below the waist.

This choice: A Hangover... and Something Else that's Hanging  •  Go Back...
Chapter #3

A Hangover... and Something Else that's Han...

    by: BeeJay Author IconMail Icon
The next morning, I felt like shit. My head was pounding, and I had a real case of the zackleys (that's where your mouth tastes "zackley" like your ass). Plus, my panties felt like they were too small for me, for some reason.

Chelsea tiptoed in. "If you're feeling anything like I was when I woke up," she said, "then you're going to need this."

"What is it?"

"It's a hangover cure that I found out about in college. It's called the National Anthem, because of how quickly it gets you on your feet. The objective is to drink it in less time than it would take you to ask what's in it."

Sitting up, I knocked it down like some of the shots I'd had last night, and I instantly regretted it. "That's disgusting!" I said between coughs that I was sure would result in me throwing up in bed.

"It's a hangover remedy, not a blueberry smoothie. Just let it do its work." With that, she left.

Well, whatever was in that concoction (and I had no intention of ever getting drunk enough again that I would need another National Anthem), it seemed to be working. As the minutes passed, my headache eased, and my mouth tasted better. The only thing it wasn't doing anything about was the feeling that my panties were too tight in front. Now that I was thinking about it, I had never had that problem after a night of drinking before. Where did that come from?

Once I felt better enough to start moving, I threw off the sheet and looked at my panties.

And I screamed.

Sticking out of the top of the panties was about three inches of uncircumcised penis. And flopping out the sides, but still in front, were two masses that I recognized as testicles.

Chelsea came back in. "What is it? What's wrong?" Then she looked where I was looking. "Holy... " Then her expression changed. "Okay, cute trick. Where did you find that?"

"Right there," I replied.

"It even looks real." She walked up to me and pulled my panties off, which at least made me feel less uncomfortable. But that only lasted until she grabbed it and pulled, trying to take it off. All that accomplished was making me howl in pain.

She let go of it, and stared. "That... that's real?"

"It sure feels that way," I replied, my voice in a higher register.

"How did that happen?"

"Not a clue."

"Think we should get you in to see a doctor?"

"Let's wait on that. Even the National Anthem won't get me on my feet right now."

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