This Sunday morning, Diana Matetskaya woke up with eggs. At first she did not understand. She lay down in bed, as usual in the morning, clinging to her young man Gleb from behind. Breathing him in the shoulder, and feeling the lower abdomen elastic buttocks. Consciousness then surfaced, then again settled in the bliss of pleasant erotic dreams. At some point, she pressed herself stronger, feeling that the pressure is about to lead to an orgasm. Something extraneous poured between the bodies. What is it, Diana thought lazily. Trying to push harder, enter between strong buns. To come in?

“Ooy,” the exclamation turned out to be quiet, but Diana, during his protractedness, managed to sit on the bed with a jerk, look down and get very frightened. Under a flat satin tummy through her openwork panties, something was breaking through, as if rebelling against a thin fabric, pulling it to the limit. The girl shook the edge with a shaking hand. Gasped, looking into the single blind eye of a huge, disgruntled twitching member.

- Sausage. - squeaked quietly Di.

A male organ would have seemed to her incredibly beautiful, appetizing, if not rooted in her fragile girlish body. Diana quickly looked back, made sure that Gleb was sleeping, everything was also with her back to her. She touched disgustingly to her new, unknown, from where the body that had taken. She was afraid to be alone with a stranger, but she went to the bathroom, the old one did not look down at the snake, impudently leading the nose. In the bathroom, tightly locked, Diana pulled off her panties. In the mirror it reflected its moderately plump, harmoniously folded body. Superfluous in all this feminine magnificence was the male member, freed from the captivity of openwork, frozen at a right angle to the body. He grew up from the epilated pubis, and by raising her now warm living member, Diana was able to see neat, smooth testicles. But to admire this fact, she could not. Because she looked with horror, not understanding how this could happen to her. The head of the advertising department, the eldest daughter of the professor, the bride of the owner of five restaurants.

“Aah,” Diana ached like a little girl, imagining the full horror of the consequences, discovering that she had a member in at least one of the social circles in which she was spinning. Girlfriends from her exactly turn away. They all communicate with her more because of Gleb. Because lately, all her friends are wives or girls of Gleb's friends.

- God, what to do? What is such a punishment for me? - pressing her forehead against the cool mirror, Diana feverishly thought. Gleb just does not understand this. They were engaged, and after the wedding, Diana had to leave work and devote herself to the family. Dedicating yourself to family and children, traveling around the world with a bunch of nannies was a very good option. So they said everything around.

“And if you cut it off,” clicking on a member, she realized that it was very painful. Such a real one. Heck! The operation will take a lot of time, money. Two months later, the wedding. Do not have time. And this, for sure, will be noticeable. What will she say to her parents, Gleb, at work. How to explain his absence. Again gossip.

- Maybe this damage is? You just have to go to a psychic ... - such a decision seemed to her salutary. It was necessary only to find the most powerful and not talkative.

- Honey, - Gleb jerked the handle a third time, obviously with concern, - Are you there?

- Oh, dear, I'll leave now. - She threw a wide bathrobe. - Monthly started a little earlier. Probably from stress.

- Ok, I get it.

“It freezes a little,” she explained her appearance in a warm dress in mid-summer. And trying to bypass Gleb as far as possible, I almost ran into the kitchen, - What tea are you, my love?

- Chamomile. I need to go to work. Better stay at home, if you are unwell.

to be continued...