Yearning for more

About the author and series.

This book is part of a series, written by IP Spall, consisting of 22 short stories in total. To find out more about this book series or any of IP Spall’s other publications, head to https://linktr.ee/ipspallbooks

Many of these short stories are free, and if you enjoy reading this book, you can even buy a total collection of all the short stories for a low price! Follow the link above to find out more.

This story can be found on Amazon at: https://amzn.to/2XTQ68E

An uncomfortable foreword

It has been said that a series of short stories must emanate unexpectedness and a sense of chilling surprise. Such a collection of stories would require a character framework that is present throughout the whole book; from tale to tale, offering the reader a chance to relate to the individual characters — their pain, their horror, their paranoia. Such a collation would also contain an underlying subplot, so all of the stories connect and relate to one another, in a weblike manner, allowing each entry to follow on from the last with some continuity, while still retaining individuality.

I gave this some thought and decided to do the complete opposite. For me, each story should be read as an individual tale of terror, and certainly not as a collective.

Each of my short stories should evoke thought, emotion, and hopefully, leaves the reader wondering what the hell happens next. Let’s face it; not everyone looks for a happy ending in the stories they read. With this in mind, let your imaginations run wild, and enjoy the unpredictability; often an uncomfortable ride.

Yearning for more 

“Hiya love, do you want James?” Shirley said as she answered the front door to his best friend’s house. Michael politely looked up and smiled back, subtly nodding in agreement.

“Ah, go up love… he’s in his bedroom” she replied, taking a step back, gesturing him upstairs. Michael slipped past her and made his way up the staircase unannounced; the door behind him as James’s mother walked back to the front room. With a few polite knocks on the door, his mate threw open the door, instantly reaching to grab him, pulling him in for a quick man-hug.

“Ez mate, how are you doing?” James said, grinning ear to ear, apparently pleased to see him. As he let go, his hand extended out, offering him a beer, before he’d even entered the room.

“Yeah, good thanks, you? Are you all ready to go then?” Michael replied as he stepped forward into the room.

“Yeah, man… just give me a few minutes will ya” James said, as he shuffled off to the other side of the bedroom, leaving Michael to wander over to the couch, where he had no choice but to sit down and watch TV for a bit. His eyes widened for what he then saw.

“Really… You’re watching porn just before we go out?” Michael asked in utter surprise, half laughing and half semi-interested in what was going on.

“Yeah, too right” a voice echoed out of the small bathroom area, in a joking, laughing sort of way, shortly followed by a few more derogatory comments.

“Check out that guy’s knob, it’s massive,” he said, again shouting it out from within the bathroom, seemingly with little consideration for anyone else in the house. Michael glanced back to look; he let out a few chuckles to himself, as he got a good look at the man’s appendage on the TV.

“Wow, that’s massive… surely that can’t be real?” he said, pretty much now transfixed by it all. Moments later, James reappeared beside the couch, looking good and smelling great.

“You ready then?” he asked, as he lent down to reach for the remote. Michael just nodded, as the TV went black, then in the few minutes that followed, James quickly walked around his room, readying himself to go out. Michael stood up and walked towards the door, followed closely by James, who made sure that the door locked behind them. With Michael leading the way, they went downstairs to leave; James then briefly shouted by the front door towards the room where his mother was, informing her that they were going.

They ’d both been invited to Janes birthday piss up down at the Red Lion, which was about a twenty-minute walk or so, down towards the town centre. They only walked few paces before James got a text, stating that she had started early and was currently in another pub, in as few as words as possible, she explained that she’d probably be about a half-hour late, thus informing the boys not to rush.

“It’s from Jane,” James said, as he read the message.

“She’s gonna be late, so do want to go in still and get an early start?” he asked slowly, still looking at his phone.

“Or… do fancy checking out that funfair, as it’s just down the road?”

“What funfair?” Michael replied, trying to recollect whether someone had told him about it or not.

“Haven’t you seen it yet? It’s just over there; he pointed to the top of a marquee, poking out from behind a load of nearby buildings.

“OK, I didn’t know it was there…?” Michael replied, looking a little surprised.

“Yeah, sure, I haven’t been to one in years.”

“If nothing else, there’ll probably be some girls over there,” James said, smiling, looking a little excited.

“Yeah, I guess so then?” Michael replied, just really going with James’s suggestion. As they turned the corner, the fair came into full view, and at 7.30 at night, it seemed to be thriving. Without hesitation, they quickly walked over and started to check it out. It was only a couple of rides in when James met a group of girls that he’d known for years. He stopped to talk to them, puffing his chest up to show-off, openly flirting with them all. Michael just hung around for a bit, feeling like an outsider; the girls didn’t seem to have any interest in him, and vice-versa, and realising that James was going to be there a while, working his charm on the ladies, his interest soon started to wain a little. With James especially interested in the brunette with the long hair, giving her far more of his attention than any of the others, Michael began to look around, bored with the whole scenario.

“I’m just going to go over there, I’ll be back in a minute,” Michael said, to his very distracted friend who just shrugged off his comments, agreeing in a very suspicious way.

“Yeah, cool” James finally muttered, without moving his head, not taking much notice of him.

Michael decided that he wasn’t just going to stand around all night, so wandered off, heading off towards the Waltzer.

When he arrived, he realised that it was packed with people waiting and watching. He could hear the buzz of the electricity, even though the music was playing loud and being honest, he didn’t fancy going any closer. As he decided to give it a miss, he noticed off to one side, between the tarps and lorry’s, a small brightly coloured unusual looking tent. It was hidden away between two large trucks and seemed really out of place. There was a small hand-painted sign outside, luring anyone for fortune-telling. That didn’t appeal to him one bit, so initially, he just carried on walking pass, but he’d only taken a few steps when suddenly the fabric door parted and a beautiful young woman appeared, not wearing a lot of clothes. She stared at him, then ushered him to come closer in a very seductive way. Michael just watched on for a moment, before he felt drawn to her, mesmerised by her beauty, seemingly unable to refuse her call. The door fell, and they both disappeared inside, leaving the noise and chaos of the fair outside.

About ten or fifteen minutes later he appeared at the tent door again, looking a little surprised, £20 down and with a small clear bottle in his pocket, wrapped in a strange hessian cloth bag. He pulled the bag out and looked at it before he placed it in his jacket pocket. He then decided to wander back to James, who, as predicted, was still talking to the same girl.

“Alright mate, find anything?” James asked, smiling, but Michael shook his head and just sort of snubbed him, now wanting to go to the pub. James finally put his ego back into his pants and said his goodbyes. Michael had lost track of time as they both strolled back to the pub; he felt like he’d been there for hours, even though it had only been about half an hour.

Jane was right to her word, and as they approached the pub, they coincidently met all of her group arriving at the same time. With just under twenty-five people now reached, as soon as they entered, the whole pub came to life. With every hour that passed, the volume of alcohol consumed increased throughout the night. It wasn’t long before Michael felt a buzz, especially on an empty stomach, so he knew that the evening was bound to get slightly messy.

For Michael, it was one of those nights when he remembered the build-up to when the drinking started, but the next thing he knew, was that he’d just woken up in his bed the following morning, with no recollection of how he got home or anything that had happened. Faint thoughts came and went throughout the morning, vague memories of a good night, but that was it. Although as he lay there feeling pretty rough, his head throbbed with pain, and his stomach felt queasy. About an hour had passed before he suddenly remembered something; a smile came to his face as he remembered chatting up a long-term friend, a beautiful girl named Megan. She was someone that he’d been chasing for ages, seeing her most days at college. Again, he couldn’t remember a lot of what happened, but he now realised that he had probably spent most of the night talking to her, especially as he didn’t know she was going. He lay in bed thinking about her, and before long, the inevitable happened, and he got slightly aroused. Even though his head still hurt, his mind began to wander even further, thinking about all the ‘what if’s’ or the ‘what might have been’ scenario’s; he lay back and closed his eyes, smiling to himself. As his thoughts and actions progressed, his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by another memory from the night before. It was the memory of the gipsy’s tent and the fortune-telling woman at the fairground. It all seemed a little blurry, but as this memory continued to invade the dream of his perfect woman, he became aware of a vague inkling that she had given him something. He paused for a moment, trying to think of what she had said, but he couldn’t remember. Nevertheless, his inquisitiveness got the better of him, so although he was naked and semi-erect, he opened his eyes and jumped out of bed, moving over towards his jacket which lay on the floor near the door. He searched in numerous pockets before he found the small brown hessian bag containing a strange little bottle. Once it was in his grasp, he jumped back onto his bed and sat up looking at it, almost studying it in the sunlight, as it shone through the bag. He felt confused about it all, especially why and how he’d ended up going in for a reading in the first place. He certainly wasn’t spiritual by any means, and really didn’t believe in fortune-telling, so why had he gone there. The liquid was clear and looked rather oily. He didn’t know what it was and there wasn’t anything written on it to guide him. He just had an inkling that it was some form of sexual lubricant. It concerned him a little that he couldn’t remember much else, but after a few minutes of bewilderment, his thoughts then sprung back to Megan. As he proceeded to continue to relieve himself, something made him pick the bag up again. He pulled the string ties apart, opening the top, tipping out into his hand, revealing a small glass vial, not much bigger than a couple of centimetres. It had an old-style cork in the end, and when it fell out alongside a small piece of paper, folded into a small square. He hadn’t noticed that before, so holding the vial, he quickly opened it up to read it. ‘Apply once only and only once. Allow to dry. Wash hands after use and NEVER use again’. The word ‘Never’ highlighted for some reason. It all sounded a bit weird. He held the bottle up to the sunlight again before he attempted to pull the small cork out. When he finally got it open, a beautiful, fragrant smell filled the air. It reminded him of essential oils, aromatherapy type stuff, so he felt confident to continue his investigation. He tipped the vial to one side, allowing a single drop to fall onto his fingertip; it felt like the consistency of herbal oil, quite thick and luxurious to the touch. He drew his fingers to his nose for the second time and then re-checked the one line of instructions before he paused for thought.

His thoughts kept on flickering back to Megan, and it wasn’t long before the two combined. He decided to give it a go, even though he wasn’t sure what he was doing or what precisely the liquid contained. ‘Fuck it, I’ve got nothing to lose’ he muttered to himself, as he looked down at his cock. He held the vial in one hand and slowly tipped it along the length of his penis, just slow enough to gently drip a thin line of oil from end to the other. With his other hand, he rubbed on the liquid, making sure that the entire appendage was lubricated. It felt strangely warm and tingly, offering him feelings of sensuality. As the instructions stated, he then just sat there looking at it, waiting for it to soak in. With the bottle now on the bed cabinet, he suddenly became aware of the same tingling sensation on his hands, which made him get up, grab a towel, and quickly rush to the bathroom, to wash them both.

Back in the safety of his locked bedroom, he noticed that the liquid had soaked in and gone; he gave himself a little exploratory, to make sure that everything was ok before thoughts of Megan started to arrive again. He also made a point of noticing precisely the size and shape, just in case something did happen, after all, he’d need a comparison. He wasn’t a big boy; as he held it in his hand, he noticed that when it was hard, its head only just reached over the width of his fist, probably less than 6 inches long. Inside he felt a little disappointed about that, so he certainly wasn’t going to say no to any help he could get.

He then sat back and started thinking of Megan again, but it didn’t last long, as he glanced across the room to the clock on the wall. His thoughts about Megan quickly subsided, as he realised that he had to go to work soon.

Later that day, just before it was home time, he grabbed his coat and on the way out, decided to go to the toilet. As he stood there urinating, he suddenly became aware that his cock was just slightly bigger than before, not so much in length, but in its circumference. As he held it between his fingers, he looked down to check. He didn’t see anything noticeable, but it felt a little bigger in girth. Either way, it just gave him a little ego boost, which put him in a good mood for the journey home. On the bus, he got a text from Megan asking him if he wanted to go for dinner that night, which he instinctively replied and accepted without any hesitation. He didn’t want to be too forward with her, but he did want an excuse to spend more time with her. However, he could manage that.

As soon as he got home, he wasted no time in showering and getting his dressed, before leaving the house, knowing he had quite a long journey back into town. They met up at Maharaja’s Curry House, where they had an intimate, special night together, which after a long walk back to her house, ended in a long, and seductive kiss goodnight. Michael went home a happy man, knowing he had taken a step closer to his one true love.

The following two nights then repeated themselves, with both of them meeting up at roughly the same time each night, going out somewhere for a few hours, followed by an accompaniment walk home afterwards. The goodnight kisses also grew in length and intensity, and everything was looking perfect; Michael couldn’t have asked for more. As the days passed, his circle of friends slowly pushed to one side, and all the mad-capped drinking sessions were cancelled, as their relationship started to blossom quite rapidly. As the days passed, they began to see each other more and more; it wasn’t long before they both became sexually active, enjoying each other’s bodies together, getting close and personal, as they both fell in love with each other. In turn, this caused a slight problem, like four or five days after initially applying the oil, which he’d now pretty much forgotten about, he ended up drinking heavily again one night. After stumbling home after far too much booze still, he stumbled upon the little clear vial of liquid, which had made its home on his bedside cabinet. For some reason he thought that he’d thrown it away; he was sure of it and sure that it hadn’t been there before, but there it was, nestled right next to his phone charger. Picking it up to look at it again, he realised that although the stuff hadn’t made him much more significant, as it had promised, it had brought him a few results and a slight size increase. The sex that he was now having with Megan was easily the best he’d ever had, which drove him onwards. So in such a drunken state and with such joyous thoughts about Megan swirling around his head, he ignored the warning and immediately went about stripping his clothes off to apply another coating, desperately hoping that he’d have further luck.

This time, however, because of his drunken state and the fact that he had little control over his thoughts or actions, he tipped the vial upside down and poured all the remaining liquid onto his penis. He immediately felt a string of tingling sensations run along the whole length, as he massaged the oil in, leaving it to dry again. As the warmth and strange sensations slowly began to make him hard, he quickly ran to the bathroom to wash his hands, bouncing off the walls on his way there and back. With the door locked and the leading light turned on, he returned and inspected himself, wondering why the sensations felt so strong this time around.

That’s when something happened, sending a bolt of fear down his spine, which put the fear of God into him, forcing him to sober up quicker than he’d ever thought possible. In sheer disbelief, as he sat there holding it, he was adamant that his penis had just grown about an inch, right there, in front of his eyes. On the one hand, he had a certain amount of feelings associated with jubilation, but on the other, he knew that this wasn’t natural, and it scared him. After seconds of mixed emotions, his face lit up as a feeling of excitement rushed through his body; he quickly got to his feet, walking over to the mirror so he could view himself in all his glory. Pleased with himself and the extra length and shape, the fear subsided, and a subtle smile began to appear. ‘I must be going mad’ he said to himself, knowing that this was an impossibility, but his excitement just made him harder. ‘No way’ he again said, now openly smiling at the results, as he posed for himself in the mirror.

Maybe it was just his stupidity, or perhaps the drunkenness had suddenly returned, he then decided to do something foolish. With his obsession with the new growth, a modern found sexuality, realising that the changes had happened almost instantly, he thought about the possibilities of what might happen if he kept going, using the last few drops that remained in the vile. He went back to his bed, where he then emptied the rest of the remaining liquid onto his penis. He was sure that he’d spilt the bottle earlier, but even though he didn’t take much notice, there now seemed to be about half a vial left. He pulled the cork and tipped the remaining liquid onto the flesh and rubbed it in, hard and fast. Without even getting the chance to wash his hands, the strange results were almost instant, as he watched on in amazement. The warm, sensual feelings were the strongest yet, worrying yet weirdly pleasurable, he watches on as his penis then started to grow. It stretched and swelled, increasing by at least another inch in both length and girth. This time, however, once the initial stretch had taken place, he began to feel some real pain and discomfort slowly running the whole length of it and on his balls. The pleasurable feelings again subsided as fear rose up inside, making him regret his actions. He shouldn’t have used it still, especially as the instructions made it loud and clear that he had been warned, and it was his drunken state that led him into it. He momentarily felt angry at himself. For the next few hours, he couldn’t get rid of his erection; as well as an uncomfortable nagging pain around the base of his testicles and in his lower stomach. He could feel the skin on his cock slowly begin to stretch, becoming more and more uncomfortable. In normal circumstances, he would have loved this, as he wasn’t very well-endowed in the first place, but now he was having doubts. The pain was lingering, he couldn’t sleep, and so he just lay in bed worrying, holding his stomach, desperate to get some rest; the night seemed to last forever.

Eventually, morning came, and he found himself waking up in bed as if nothing had happened. He sat upright, not sure whether his drunken night out had caused him to have nightmares, or whether he had been that stupid. He quickly pulled the cover to one side and at first glance, everything looked fine. His cock did seem much more significant than usual, but it wasn’t red and the pains he had, have seemingly just disappeared. He breathed a sigh of relief, just sitting thinking for a moment.

It was Saturday at last, and although he knew that he was off out again, later on, he had a few hours to kill. Another night at the Red Lion wasn’t appealing, but after feeling better and few chats with Megan via his phone, he finally got his head around the idea and eventually looked forward to another night out.

During the previous night’s drunkenness, his relationship with Megan had finally been made public, so from word-go, his friends didn’t waste any time in teasing him about it. The evening went well; his cock felt a little weird, but it was bearable, he just felt like he was wearing a sock on it, but the alcohol seemed to help, quashing any feelings he had. At the end of the night, Michael went back to Megan’s flat for the usual nightcap, upon their return, the alcohol put them both into a happy and playful mood, so it wasn’t long before they started to make-out on the couch. As they began to get intimate together, Megan made a specific point of commenting on it, entirely disbelieving what she now faced. A few laughs were had, followed by a quite unusual and random conversation, before they carried on regardless, bringing the evening to a great ending. Michael seemed more confident than ever, and Megan certainly didn’t complain, as he performed well, apparently enthralled by their lovemaking session; she was more devoted to him now than she’d ever been before.

Over the coming days, Megan had to go away with her Mother, off to visit her Grandmother, so Michael was left to his own devices for a few days. After work on the following day, he went home as usual and as he got himself ready for another night at the pub, but as he did, he suddenly felt those same uncomfortable pains in his groin area again, which now spread into his lower back. As well as a numbing pain in his penis, he felt embarrassed by the whole situation and generally ill. The pains sent alarm bells, and as soon as he could, he pulled his clothes, eager to inspect himself. To his horror, his penis had continued to grow during the day, even though he didn’t realise it. At first glance, he had a moment of excitement, but it didn’t last long. His cock was now significantly more prominent, causing him to slowly subside into worry and anxiety, knowing that this new growth wasn’t natural. From his mere five to six inches of length, which seemed good enough at the time, his penis was now ten and a half inches and with a girth that was twice as thick, easily double its former size. Any typical male would have idealised this new size, but the pain he felt was no regularly coming back in waves and pulses. That night, he decided to cancel the pub and stay at home, stating to his friends that he was ill. Instead, he spent the whole evening locked away in his bedroom, just watching TV. It was about 11.30pm, just as he was dozing off, he got another bout of excruciating stomach cramps. He sat up, bent over, and clutched his stomach, as pain the rippled through his gut. The pain then intensified for a good few minutes, which brought tears into his eyes. In an anxious and worried state, he reluctantly decided to strip off again to take another look. His stomach dropped, as to his shock and horror, it had still grown even more prominent and was now significantly larger, about 15 inches or so. He felt a little faint, as he fell back onto his pillows, worried about was to come. It now looked utterly unnatural on his skinny body, and it felt big and bulky. He was sure that his faint feeling was due to the blood is drawn away from the rest of his body.

The waves of pain continued, with another following again in just a few minutes. He bent over, over holding his stomach, as a shooting pain seemed to ripple through his abdomen all the way up to his heart. Tears formed and he began to shake a little, really is starting to feel scared. He tried to settle back and watch TV, far too proud to call his mother; instead, he just suffered alone, accepting the bouts of pain, as the evening progressed.

At about 1.30am, he finally put his head on his pillow, only to be woken an hour or so later by another bout of extreme pain. He sat up and put his bedroom light on, pulling the sheets away to see his massive swollen member, which again had grown even more. His heart was now pounding; he could feel it in his chest, as well as hear the pumping action in his ears. He sat there exhausted, still feeling faint and weak, just worrying and upset. Tears now openly ran down his cheek, as he noticed that his cock was the same size of his forearm, and although he didn’t want to admit it, deep down he knew that it was probably still growing. The pain was gradually getting worse, with severe bouts of intense and excruciating pain now occurring roughly every 1–2 hours. By the morning, it had quickly surpassed the 20-inch mark; it was now so long, that it seemed to be draining him of life. With each hour, he weakened, now just lying motionless on the bed, suffering the pains; he had no more strength left, drained of all life, unable to move or do anything for him.

The beast in his pants had continued all night long; it was consuming his life force, which was now taking over. It had now grown to immense proportions; far over three feet in length and almost as wide as his hips. His eyes were sunken, and his face was thin and drained, as his life-force drained out of him, with nothing that he could do about it. As the hours passed, his life continued to diminish, as all the nutrients, fats, and body functions slowly began to fail, diverting all of his remaining efforts into just surviving. Slowly, he stopped moving, too weak to do anything, as the darkness gathered pace.

Hours later, his mother got no response from the constant banging on his door. She shouted at the top of her voice, asking him to respond, but there were no sounds. He mum panicked and rushed next door, asking her neighbour to come and help. After another set of bangs, the neighbour started to smash the door down, as his mother was heard crying in the background. As the door finally fell to the floor, they both rushed in to be greeted by the most bizarre sight; something alien and strange now lay under the sheet, alongside the body of her son. Michael’s carcass had dried and withered down to an old wrinkled husk of sorts, with his skin tightly wrapping around each bone in his body. What could only be described as an immense column of flesh, almost double the size of his body, now lay parallel to his? The neighbour’s mouth dropped in astonishment, as his mother fell to her knees and openly wept. Michael’s life had ended poorly and uncomfortably; all of which could have been avoided, if he’d only read the instructions.

About the author and series.

This book is part of a series, written by IP Spall, consisting of 22 short stories in total. To find out more about this book series or any of IP Spall’s other publications, head to https://linktr.ee/ipspallbooks

Many of these short stories are free, and if you enjoy reading this book, you can even buy a total collection of all the short stories for a low price! Follow the link above to find out more.

This story can be found on Amazon at: https://amzn.to/2XTQ68E