Total pages in book: 9
Estimated words: 8110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 8110 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 41(@200wpm)___ 32(@250wpm)___ 27(@300wpm)
The wooden penis is sticking out like it’s erect, and I don’t know how I didn’t notice it before. Compared to the size of Hans’ body, his cock is enormous. When I look closer, I see his testicles are small walnuts, and I snort a laugh.
“Nuts for nuts. I see they’ve got jokes in the Black Forest.” Hans is completely naked now, and when I touch the handle on his back, I’m shocked that the nutcracker vibrates. “What the hell?”
I turn him over face down in my lap but don’t see a place for batteries. I slide my hand down the handle, and once again his whole body lets out a quick shiver. The handle is still stuck to his back, but I bet some kind of oil would fix it. It could be that’s what’s causing him to vibrate.
“Let’s see if we can get you working properly.” I reach into the drawer beside me and pull out the tiny bottle of baby oil. I live alone, and sometimes I like to masturbate on the couch. I’ve got another travel size beside my bed.
I add a few drops on his back and rub it into the wood. Each time I press my fingers against the handle, Hans shivers. Maybe that’s what this nutcracker is supposed to do? Press the handle to vibrate and…
“Oh my god. Is this a vibrator?” I stare down at the wooden toy in my lap and giggle to myself. No wonder Elodie loved him so much.
I rub the oil over the handle, and I can feel his wooden dick pushing into my bare thigh. The thought makes me giggle as I massage the oil into the handle. After a few more swipes, the vibrating stops and Hans jerks in my lap. I feel something warm running down my bare thigh and I wonder if I’ve put too much oil and it’s spilled down the sides. I turn Hans on his back and blink in confusion.
“What the—” I stop talking when I see a thick white cream dripping from Hans’ hard cock. It made a mess on my thigh right where he was pressed against it, but it can’t be what I think it is. Can it?
I swipe my fingers through it, and for reasons I can’t explain, I bring it to my nose and smell it. “Is… is this icing?”
The scent of it is like a sugar cookie, and I’m even more confused. Against all my better judgment, I bring my fingers to my lips and taste it.
“Holy shit, it’s icing. How did a nutcracker just cum icing?”
I’m holding on to Hans with my other hand, and when I turn him all the way over, the handle on his back pops free with a gentle click. The vibrations begin again, but this time they are so fierce that I can’t hold on to him. I drop Hans on the couch next to me and then jump back when he begins to writhe around.
“Oh holy night,” I whisper to myself as not only does Hans vibrate, but he begins to grow.
With every second that passes, he becomes bigger and bigger and bigger. I slowly back away until I hit the wall behind me and I’ve got nowhere else to escape to. I crane my neck back as Hans grows to what has to be over ten feet tall and then stops.
There is a gigantic nutcracker that’s come to life in my living room, and I almost faint as he turns his head in my direction and says my name.
Chapter Three
CLARA
“Clara.” The deep voice rumbles over me, but I can’t speak.
He’s ten feet tall, completely naked, and… hard. His cock that seemed so ridiculous before is enormous and pointing right at me. The creamy tip is shiny, and his walnuts, as in actual nuts, have grown to the size of grapefruits.
“Wh-what?” That’s all I can manage to say as I stand there completely aghast at what I’m seeing.
Hans doesn’t move like a nutcracker as he steps closer to me. He’s agile like a human, and his body is controlled. His mouth is different now and instead of the gap for crushing nuts, he’s got lips and a tongue. I know this because he licks his lips as he approaches me.
“My Clara,” he says as he moves ever so close.
My fight or flight executive function has failed me today because all I can do is stand there frozen as he cages me against the wall. If I wanted to, I could reach out and touch him as he plants his closed fists on the wall on either side of my head.
He bends his head, and his eyelids lower as he inhales deeply. “Mine.”
The one word rattles me like a string of jingle bells, and yet, something warm tingles along my spine.