Stuffed: Chapter 4 (Patreon)

At school, I had a few trans friends. Like my biological female friends, some were better-looking than others. But Eris was on a different level. Eris looked better than most of the biological women I knew. Okay—I’ll admit it: she looked better than any of the women I knew, even with all of those tattoos, even with the aggressively dyed hair and the mullet cut she wore. 

She wasn’t shy about her body. She wasn’t shy about the fact she had a cock. That cock was featured on four different pages in that calendar—most prominently on the November page, where she was playfully teasing the tip of her erection with a long black feather. 

That feather was in their shop, on their wall. I think it was some rare tail feather from some black swan or something. The next day, as I passed their shop while doing my rounds, I saw that feather, and I saw Eris, now tattooing some chick’s ass. 

She peered over at me and looked away swiftly, heart suddenly racing. I didn’t want her thinking that I was staring at her in a creepy way. 

Then it happened again an hour later. She was in the parking lot with Cara. They were taking turns using that skateboard under the flickering pole lighting. I watched for a moment. Eris was wearing a dangerously short black skirt and tall black stockings. Her bum was on display, and my God, it was perfect…

I looked away fast when they both looked over and saw me there. I heard them giggling as I skirted off. 

And then I saw them again later, tattooing each other. It was late; the bar was closed and so was the nail salon. Now, Cara was bent over Eris, and Eris was bottomless, getting a new tattoo on her pelvis. Her panties were pulled down around her thighs. Her flaccid cock was out. She didn’t try to hide it when she saw me looking over.

And to be honest: I didn’t fully believe that the cock in that calendar was real until I saw it with my own eyes. I thought maybe they had Photoshopped it in as a joke—but no: it was real, and it was exceptionally large considering how petite she was. 

I sauntered over again an hour later while they were finishing the tattoo. This time, they didn’t notice me. I was able to watch from a safe distance, from behind the mall directory. 

Using her gloved hand, Cara jokingly teased Eris, playing for a moment with her cock. I wondered if the girls were actually a couple. Friends don’t play with the private parts of friends… do they? Well, maybe in the case of Cara and Eris… They weren’t normal people, after all. 

“You’re making me hard, you weirdo,” Eris laughed.

Cara laughed. “Everything makes you hard,” she said, voice dripping with sarcasm. 

And a moment later, Eris was hard.

“I can’t finish this tattoo with your big cock in the way,” Cara said, trying to use her hand to push that shaft to the side while she put the finishing touches on that pelvis tattoo.

“Just suck me off quickly,” giggled Eris.

“No way.”

“Come on. You used to do it all the time.” 

“You know I prefer pussy.” 

“And I prefer dudes, but if you want the thing to go away, you’re going to have to do something. You were the one who got it all excited.” 

My flashlight fell from its holster and hit the ground. I gasped and scrambled to grab it. I had probably been nervously playing with that holster while watching the girls. When I looked back up, they were both looking at me. Eris didn’t even bother trying to cover her shaft, which was standing upright.

They both just started laughing hysterically, and I probably should have just waved and pretended like I was unfazed and just passing by… but instead, I got flustered and scurried off like a scared mouse. I heard them laughing from far down the hallway.

It was thirty minutes later, while I was in my office, that I heard the footsteps coming my way. I sat up and looked towards the door just as the girls came stumbling in. They were giggling. 

“Hey, Eric!” they both said, giggling uncontrollably, as if they were about to pull some annoying prank on me. 

“Hi,” I said, trying not to look down Eris’s body. She was wearing a tight black romper thing, with no bra underneath. Her nipples were pronounced, trying desperately to rip through that tight outfit. 

“Whatcha up to?” 

“Just, uh, taking a break before my next round.” 

“How long is your break?” Eris asked.

“Wanna have some fun with us?” asked Cara.

I felt my cheeks turning red. Now that I knew Eris’s ‘secret’ (though I don’t think she ever tried to keep it a secret), it was so obvious. The contour of her cock was easily visible in her tight romper. I could see the details of it, including what looked like the contour of a vein, and the contour of her bulbous tip, foreskin pulled back slightly. 

I darted my eyes up and tried not to let myself turn too red. 

The girls both giggled. 

“Uh, I only break for a few minutes between rounds,” I said, though it was a lie. I was usually in that office for about thirty minutes before heading out again. 

“We thought you might want to pose for our new calendar,” Eris said, clasping her hands behind her back as she swayed side to side. “For our calendar next year, we’re going to expand beyond just tattoo shop employees. We’ll include all the nighttime mall staff.”

“So… just you and me?” 

“We’re going to try to convince Binna from the nail salon to join,” Eris said with a grin. Binna was a sixty-year-old Korean woman.

“And that cute little blonde at the bar.” 

“But we need a dude—you know, for diversity.” 

They both stared at me. 

“I don’t know. It’s not really my thing.” 

“We’ll give you a free tattoo if you do it,” they said together, both beaming at me. I could see them both holding back giggles. I knew they didn’t really want me in their calendar. They were just bored. 

I shook my head. “Modelling isn’t really my thing.” 

“You have the face for it,” Eris went on. “Come on, Eric. Pleeeease?” They both batted their lashes. “We could do some pictures together. They could be romantic.” 

The girls giggled. I knew that they were just teasing me. This all reminded me of middle school. 

Then, Cara walked around and grabbed my hand. She pulled me up to my feet. “Come on, security boy.”

They took me down through the mall, to a trendy, expensive clothing shop. “Unlock it,” Cara said to me, eyeing the keys on my belt. 

“Why?”

“We need outfits—and they have cool background in there.” They both smiled at me.

I wasn’t allowed going into shops unless I needed to. And I definitely wasn’t allowed letting other people into shops. Now I was starting to see why they wanted me. 

But it was hard to say no. They were both looking at me with those glowing eyes, batting their long lashes. Eris was gently biting her bottom lip, giving me ‘I want you to fuck me’ eyes, making my heart race.

“Just for a few photos, right?” I said.

They both smiled big, so I unlocked the door. “I’m watching you both,” I said.

They skipped into the store. Cara instantly spotted a large fur shawl thing and, without hesitating, tore her clothes off and grabbed the shawl, spinning around towards us, naked, using the fur to cover her breasts and pussy. “What do you think of this?” she asked.

“Love it. Bussin’,” said Eris. Eris walked over and felt the fur with her hands, running her fingers over Cara’s large tits. Then, a moment later, they were taking photos. Cara posed and Eris snapped shot after shot using that little camera. 

I looked around, feeling uneasy about all of this. The girls were going to make me lose my job. 

Next, Eris spotted a long black jacket. Like her friend, she stripped down and slipped right into the jacket. I looked away, trying to be polite, but there was a mirror nearby, and through that mirror I saw Eris’s naked body—even a flash of her long penis swaying like a pendulum between her legs before it was covered by the jacket. 

The girls snapped more photos. 

I just stood there, on guard—as if I was looking out for security… forgetting for a moment that I was security.

The photoshoot continued. They put on dresses and skirts. They posed like professional models, pouting their lips and popping out their hips. Occasionally, Cara let her large tits out for the camera (and me) to see. 

“Show that pretty cock,” Cara said when Eris was modelling a black lace dress. So Eris grabbed the skirt and pulled it up, letting the camera (and me) see her cock. I blushed and looked away while Cara snapped photos. Then, Cara said, “Make it bigger—for the calendar.” 

Eris giggled. She reached down and started massaging herself—just for a few seconds. It was enough to make the long snake stretch out another couple of inches, her fat tip pushing out from her foreskin. It began to lift away from her thighs.

“Good. Perfect!” Cara snapped more photos as Eris posed like a professional porn star.

The girls giggled and got dressed, and then they grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me to the next store: a lingerie shop.

I let them in. They put on sexy outfits and took turns photographing each other, sometimes posing extremely provocatively, giggling the whole time. For one set of photos, Eris made herself fully erect, letting the tulle of the little lingerie skirt drape over her shaft—but that tulle was mostly see-through, so nothing was really hidden—just slightly obscured. For another photo, Cara slipped a finger up into her pussy and pulled it slowly out, showing off the wet glimmer on her finger for the camera, proving that she was at least a little bit aroused by the exhibitionism.

Then, finally, they pulled me into the mix. 

I didn’t want to lose my job. If anyone saw those photos, I was finished. Even if people saw the photos of just Cara and Eris, I was doomed; my boss would surely figure out that I was the one letting them into those shops. “This is a bad idea,” I said. “I think you guys have taken enough shots.”

“But we need some of you, security boy!” Cara giggled. Her huge breasts were inches away from me, covered only by the floral bra that hardly covered her nipples. “Come on. Pose with us. Have some fun.” 

“I—I just think it’s a bad idea.” 

Then, Eris stepped up and put her hands on my chest. She peered into my eyes, suddenly with a puppy-dog sort of look. “Please, Eric,” she said softly. “Pose with me—just for a couple of photos. They’re just for us. Nobody will see them.”

My heart throbbed. She was looking right into my eyes. Then suddenly, Cara was stepping back, getting the camera ready. Eris leaned into me. Her perfume wafted up my nostrils and I felt suddenly weak. 

She got close… really close. I could feel her semi-hard cock against my thigh. 

“Undo a button,” Cara said.

Eris did it for me, buttoning down my security shirt. 

My heart raced. She placed her hand softly onto my chest. I felt her cock throbbing against my leg. 

“Look here,” Cara said. I looked at the camera. I played along. I felt uneasy.

Eris’s hand lingered on my chest, her fingers brushing against the fabric of my undershirt. Her perfume was intoxicating, a mix of something floral and smoky, like incense burning in a dimly lit room. I could feel her breath on my neck, warm and steady, and the pressure of her body against mine was making it hard to think straight. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure they could hear it.

“Smile, Eric,” Cara said, her voice teasing as she snapped another photo. “You look like you’re about to pass out.”

I forced a smile, but it felt more like a grimace. My mind was racing. This was so far outside my comfort zone it might as well have been on another planet. I wasn’t the kind of guy who posed for photos, let alone photos like this. And yet, here I was, standing in a lingerie shop at midnight, half-undressed, with Eris pressed against me and her cock—her cock—throbbing against my thigh. It was surreal, like I’d stumbled into some kind of fever dream.

Eris tilted her head, her lips brushing against my ear as she whispered, “Relax, Eric. It’s just a bit of fun.”

Her voice sent a shiver down my spine, and I felt my face flush even hotter. I wanted to believe her, to let myself get swept up in the moment, but a small, rational part of my brain was screaming at me to stop. This wasn’t just a bit of fun. This was a disaster waiting to happen. If anyone found out about this—if my boss saw these photos—I’d be fired on the spot. And for what? A few minutes of attention from two girls who were clearly just messing with me?

“I—I think we should stop,” I stammered, pulling away from Eris. My voice sounded shaky, even to me. “This is… this is too much.”

Eris pouted, her bottom lip jutting out in a way that was almost comically exaggerated. “Aww, come on, Eric. Don’t be such a buzzkill.”

Cara lowered the camera, her expression shifting from amusement to something closer to annoyance. “Yeah, security boy. Lighten up. It’s not like we’re asking you to do anything crazy. It’s not like we’re telling you to suck her cock for some amateur porn video.”

“This is crazy,” I said, my voice rising slightly. “I could lose my job over this. Do you even care?”

The room fell silent. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then Eris sighed and took a step back, her expression softening. “Okay, okay. You’re right. We’re sorry, Eric. We didn’t mean to freak you out.”

Cara rolled her eyes but didn’t argue. “Fine. No more photos. But you’re still a buzzkill.”

I didn’t respond. My hands were trembling as I buttoned up my shirt, my mind still reeling from everything that had just happened. I felt like I’d been pulled into a whirlwind and then spat back out, disoriented and unsure of what had just happened.

“We’ll clean up here,” Eris said, her tone gentler now. “You go take a break or whatever. Cool off.”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak, and hurried out of the shop, even though I knew it was dumb to leave the girls alone in that shop. My legs felt like jelly as I made my way back to the security office, my mind racing with a jumble of thoughts and emotions. I couldn’t believe I’d let things go that far. 

What the hell was wrong with me?

When I reached the office, I locked the door behind me and leaned against it, taking deep, shaky breaths. My face was still burning, and I could feel sweat prickling at the back of my neck. I needed to calm down. I needed to think.

I walked over to the sink in the corner of the office and splashed cold water on my face, the shock of it helping to clear my head a little. As I dried off with a paper towel, my eyes landed on the calendar sitting on my desk: the one with the topless photos and the lewd poses.

I picked it up, flipping through the pages until I found the one with Eris. It was the November photo, the one with the black feather. She looked stunning, her body adorned with tattoos, her expression flirty and cute. And there it was: her cock, just as I’d seen it earlier, long and thick and… impossibly real.

I stared at the photo, my chest tightening with a strange mix of emotions. I didn’t know what to feel. Confusion? Attraction? Guilt? All of the above? Eris was unlike anyone I’d ever met—bold, unapologetic, and completely unpredictable. She was everything I wasn’t, and yet, there was something about her that drew me in, something I couldn’t quite put into words.

But it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. She was just messing with me, like she always did. This whole thing: the photos, the teasing, the way she’d looked at me—it was all just a game to her. And I’d almost fallen for it.

Almost. I wasn’t going to fall for it.

I set the calendar down and sank into my chair, running a hand through my hair. I needed to get a grip. I couldn’t let myself get caught up in their weird carefree (or maybe careless) world, no matter how tempting it was. I had a job to do, a degree to finish, and a life to build. I couldn’t afford to lose sight of all that.

But as I sat there, staring at the calendar, I couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to let go, just once, and see where it took me. To be someone like Eris, careless and free—not a single worry in the world. Wouldn’t that be nice?

And for the first time, I felt a flicker of something I hadn’t felt in a long time: curiosity. Not just about Eris, but about myself. Who was I, really? And who did I want to be?