David Lapage, Jr. has written several short stories and quite a few school papers. He has never been published and looks forward to the day he is. While not writing something, he enjoys watching movies, tinkering in the garage, and geocaching. He is a huge fan of Local H and enjoys reading. He lives in Illinois with his wife and two cats (one that’s a sweetheart and the other’s trouble).
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HELPING HAND
by
David Lapage Jr.
Sam first noticed the hand growing out of his abdomen one early afternoon while getting dressed. He was putting on a dirty pair of jeans when the waistband bumped up against a small protrusion.
He stared at it curiously assuming that it was some sort of hernia. Being an ex-felon and current drug user, Sam avoided going to the doctor's office, so he felt no current desire to have the hernia checked out. He buttoned his pants and went on about his day.
A day that included hitting up his mother for some money and then buying another hit of meth and going back to his dirty apartment. Less than 5 hours after he had woken up, he was back in bed sound asleep.
The next day Sam noticed that the original protrusion had grown a little longer. Extending from his waistline about an inch and a half. The tip of the protrusion had become a little rigid. Kind of like a hard plate on the top side. There was also a second protrusion near the first.
Sam stared at the odd growths with some mild concern. He thought about going down to the free clinic and getting it checked out, but that seemed like too much work. After a few minutes, he just shrugged his shoulders and figured it would clear up on its own.
A week later Sam knew full well what was growing out of his gut. There were now five fingers, the back of a hand, and a palm. The back of the hand was angled slightly to his right side and there were fingernails on four of the fingers. The thumb had been the last to grow and had not received the thumbnail yet.
As the hand grew it did nothing but lay flat and Sam would touch it with his real hands, but he had no sensation from the odd hand and it didn't move. Until one day he was stroking it with his finger and the hand gripped it. It tugged slightly on his finger before dropping it. Sam was so startled that he raised his own hands into the air and let out a small scream of surprise.
He was even more surprised two days later when he was taking a piss and the mysterious third hand reached down and gripped his cock. He gasped and the stream of urine cut off with a mildly painful feeling.
Holding his dick firmly, the extra hand started to stroke him. It continued until Sam squirted cum onto the back of the toilet and wall. He had wanted to stop it, but the hand had given him the best hand job he'd ever had.
He ripped off a piece of toilet paper and started to wipe off his dick, but the third hand snatched the paper away and started to clean up his cock without his help.
Sam ripped off another piece of toilet paper and used it to clean the toilet and wall. He was feeling a little irritated about how the hand had not let him clean his own dick.
He pulled up his shorts and stumbled into the living room. Collapsing onto the couch, he let out a sigh. What was he going to do about the third hand? People were going to notice, and he was worried that it could be a sign of some deeper health problems.
The extra hand started to move under his shorts, and it grabbed his dick again. It started stroking and even though Sam had just shot his load, his cock grew hard, and he leaned back, letting the hand finish him off again. Sam fell asleep on the couch in his soiled shorts.
He awoke to the third hand masturbating him again. It was rough and dry and when Sam came it was a little uncomfortable.
Over the next two days, Sam was jerked off nineteen times. He had tried to stop the hand, but it was too strong and would squeeze his dick painfully when interfered with. He slapped at the hand and tried prying open the fingers with his own but was not successful.
Sam was feeling sick and drained. He had vomited once onto his belly and lap. The vomit had lubed him up some at first but now it just burned his pee hole. That was another problem. It's hard to pee with an erection and his bladder was always full. He would squirt out some piss when he could, but it was slow coming.
Sam finally had had enough and decided to do something. He would cut the hand off. He got a large knife from the kitchen and rested the third hand on the countertop. The hand immediately grabbed his cock and Sam was not quick enough to stop it. He would have a hard time removing the hand and not his penis.
He began cutting.
The End