It was a nice day outside, and a stroll in the park would be a good way for Mark to spend time relaxing. Putting the bottle of candy in his pocket, Mark went upstairs to his room and grabbed the book he was reading from his bedside cabinet. As he was leaving, he passed by his sister Rachel's room, and he could hear her and several of her friends giggling inside.
He pressed his ear against the door...
"...I don't know, I suppose my ultimate fantasy would be getting sacrificed to a dragon. You know? All tied up and helpless, it makes me so hot just thinking about it!"
That sounded like Kelly, one of his sister's long term friends. Their conversations always had a sexual edge to them, and Mark suspected that they were more than just friends when they were alone.
"Thats crazy! Why would you want to be swallowed whole by a dragon? I would much rather he ended up inside me, rather than the other way around."
At that another fit of giggling burst from the small crowd. The last speaker had been Carrie, one of the sexiest girls in his sisters class. She had been held back a year, and rumor had it was quite a slut.
"I wouldn't care who it was, dragon or not. Just as long as they were ripped and had a huge wang!"
At that the little group all gasped as one and Mark felt his heart race...that last voice had been his sisters! Then after a short pause the conversation in his sister's room fell into an excited chatter about preferred sizes and girths, and who had seen what and how many. Based on the volume, Mark estimated that there had to be at least several more girls in the room.
Mark was suddenly aware of a warmth in his pocket, and realizing it was the bottle of candy, he took it out and examined it more closely. The candy inside glimmered and shone, even though the light in the hall was quite low. He was semi-erect from overhearing the saucy conversation, but knew that even at full mast he would only reach 5" or so in length, and only 4" or so in girth...hardly a 'huge wang'.
Popping the lid off the candy, he took a sniff of the contents, and was rewarded with the sweet smell of burnt sugar. He inhaled again, and swayed slightly as his thoughts became possessed by a dark and twisted day-dream of a well-endowed black dragon ripping the door off its hinges and having his way with each of the terrified teenage girls in the room...one by one. Shaking his head, Mark regained his senses and found that his dick had grown considerably harder, and he now very clearly had a full erection! Terrified that he would be discovered like this in the hall, he quickly dashed into the bathroom and locked the door. Mark splashed his face with cold water, and waited patiently for his arousal to pass, which took a lot longer than normal. Saddened by this unexpected reminder of his own lack of sexual power, he then looked at his scrawny body and noodle arms in the mirror, sighing inwardly. He flexed as best he could, noting with great sadness that his arms remained much the same regardless of posture or tension. Glancing wishfully at the male dragon on the label of the bottle, Mark wondered....
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