Flash Fiction: The Unexpected Gift

The Unexpected Gift. It happened quite gradually one night. I was working the Christmas Eve shift and getting time-and-a-half. Back at my desk, after dinner, I got the vague sensation that small creatures were doing gymnastics in my lower gut. I put it down to the beef stroganoff; nothing that needs to be hidden in sour cream can ever be relied upon. By ten it had mutated into a faint but insistent tingling between my legs. By eleven, it became a persistent ache, like the sharpish throb you get when you’ve almost orgasmed. On the bus on the way home, watching the dark city slide by, the pain was still there, accompanied by a definite sense that my panties were too tight. I walked from the bus stop to my door swaggering a little. Alone in my room, I undid my skirt, and looked down. There was a very obvious swelling that, initially, gave me something of a scare. Plump pussy is one thing, but this was ridiculous. Sliding my hand beneath my waistband, I felt around, fearing that I had somehow developed a huge tumour in the space of six hours. But no. It was a cock. Thank you, Santa…I think.