But that is like, way easier said than done. After that day, I could tell by the way she looked at me that whatever affect my cum had had on Dr. Marta was still in effect. But she tried to be professional. I mean I could see her stare at my body, I knew that she was smelling my perfume when we were close, but she never acted on it. Lucy was a different story. Whenever she saw me alone, she would try to kiss me and reach between my legs. She would tell me that she loved me and ask me to stay over at her house at night. I was a flyer on the cheerleading squad, and anytime I was in the air, I could feel her eyes going up my skirt, trying to see my bulge (even though she knew that I taped my cock down, very hard, so that no one would ever notice). I always tried to be gentle; I didn’t want to hurt her feelings. But I was always clear. Of course, I could never say it to Lucy, but it was the hardest thing I ever did, to push her away. Her body was so lovely, her smile was so dazzling, and her personality was so fun and bubbly. I wanted more than anything to be with her. I wanted her to hold me in her arms, I wanted her to kiss my breasts, and I wanted her to suck my dick. And that was how I knew that I had to resist, even though it took every ounce of self-control I had. How could I want someone to suck my dick? I didn’t even really want that dick. Did I?
Speaking of my dick, it seemed that now at six weeks out, it had finally stopped growing. I hadn’t noticed it at first, because it didn’t change very much from day to day. But after the first week, I was peeing in the morning (I peed standing up because, I mean if you have the opportunity you might as well take it right?), and I noticed that it poked out of my hand a little bit more. And each week for the next few weeks it was just a little bit longer. But finally, just the week before I took this trip to Philadelphia, It seemed to have stopped. It was never going to be a big cock I guess, it was only about 4. 25 inches now, and it was still relatively thin. I was just happy that it was done. My balls hadn’t gotten any bigger, which was good, because they were already really tough to tape down.
Around the same time that my cock had stopped growing, I got a phone call from Dr. Marta. She told me that the high number of women who experienced the same side-effect as I had, convinced the pharmaceutical company that had made the treatment, ConPharmaMax, to organize a convention. It would bring together patients, pharmacists, doctors, and other interested parties together to talk about the condition in a confidential situation. It seemed that it was in everyone’s best interest to keep this situation under wraps. And it was an opportunity to discuss the situation with other people who had the same experience.
I had wanted to go immediately. My mom originally wanted to go with me, and that I was like really sweet and everything, but I didn’t want her to go. I mean, this was my problem and I was a woman now, 18 years-old. I wanted to handle this myself. I had fought a little with her about it, but in the end she couldn’t get the time off of work anyway. So ConPharmaMax had bought me a ticket, reserved me a suite in the same hotel that the convention would be held, and even sent me some introductory information. And I guess that gets me to where I started, at the desk at the hotel.
“Alright Ms. Hayes, here are your keys,” the clerk said and handed me two little credit card things. It was my first time in a hotel by myself and it felt very grown-up and everything to be given the keys and told I could go to my room. I walked over to the elevator and pushed the button. Then I looked around the lobby one last time. I saw young women my age texting on their phones, I saw young professional women typing on tablets, and I saw mother rummaging through their purses. I stepped into the elevator and wondered which of them was like me and what they were feeling.
My room was on the 12th floor, and I rode the elevator by myself. I got out on my floor and made my way to my room. I was in room 1213 and as I approached it I saw a women in early forties standing at the door next to mine. A younger woman, right about my age, was sitting on the floor next to her. The older woman kept putting her key into the door. I heard a little beeping sound and the older woman stamped her foot.
“God damn it!” she yelled.
“Jeez mom, relax,” the younger woman said, standing. She then took the card, pushed into the slot, and then sighed when the little beeping sound occurred again. Finally, I was standing right next to them. I took out one of my keys and slid it into the door. It flashed green and then opened. I glanced over and saw the two women stare at me like I was a genie or something. I dropped my bags on the floor in my doorway and as the door swung shut, it propped it open. I looked over at the helpless mother-daughter pair and smiled.
“You need to push in quick, but pull out slow,” I said, “I had a summer job at a hotel last year, I know how it goes.” I took the key from the girl my age and effortlessly opened the door. They sort of laughed sheepishly the way people do when technology outsmarts them.
“Thank you so much,” the mother said, throwing her bags into the room. She extended her hand and I shook it, “My name is Cassie and this is my daughter, Brittany.” I reached over and shook Brittany’s hand as well. Cassie was around 5’6 and around 120lbs, very slim for an older woman. Her hair was short and sort of chestnut colored and she had pretty brown eyes behind thick glasses. Her face was warm, her smile bright, and her skin relatively smooth and clear. Her body was very thin, with small, but perky breasts, and somewhat pointy joints. But she still had a feminine flair to her hips and a surprisingly big (but toned) bottom for a woman so thin.
“Nice to meet you,” I said. I could tell just by looking that Brittany was Cassie’s daughter. She was short, around 5’4 and had chestnut brown hair and brown eyes. She was also wearing glasses, but her hair was much longer than her mothers, I mean down to her ass. It was really beautiful, very thick and healthy. Like her mother she had small breasts, slim legs, and an oddly big (but again, toned) ass. Her skin was as clear as her mother’s, but more pale, and she looked more reticent, less likely to smile than her mother. But like her mother, I found her sexy. I didn’t want to think that, but I couldn’t help it. My eyes wondered over their bodies, especially those big asses. I pictured my hands on their hips, my hard cock pushing into those soft asses… And then I had to consciously decide not to think those thoughts. God, this was so hard!