EXTRACT FOR
Monster
(Kelly Addams)

Crystal dropped a dog-eared paperback onto the kitchen table and took a deep breath. Steven King's work always left her in a strange state of fear induced arousal. 

I guess I got a bit screwed up when I was conceived, because I've felt different all of my life she chuckled, she wasn't like other girls her age. At eighteen she should have been exploring new found freedoms and the wider choice of experiences that come with adulthood. But what my friends are interested in doesn't really appeal to me that much she thought, if they were happy chasing boys and hanging out in bars and clubs, then who was she to object... everyone was different. She did spend the odd evening having a drink with friends, but it wasn't the focus of her life like so many others, it was simply an occasional distraction.

Beasts and monsters, they were what made her motor run. Not that she would ever admit that too openly, she understood that she was different and didn't want to be singled out as a freak.

That would be like being one of those guys who go to conventions dressed as Chewbacca or Frodo Baggins she giggled. Those guys didn't seem to mind that everyone around them thought that they were sad little nerds with no real life.

No, Crystal wasn't one of those people, it was true that she was secretly obsessed with monsters, but to those around her she was just a normal, if a little reclusive, young woman.

And it will stay like that she told herself with conviction. Maybe I do live in a crazy fantasy world, but so what if it's strange, just as long as I'm happy.

There was only one small anxiety that lurked in the back of her mind, the tiniest of concerns that she managed to keep silenced most of the time. It was the sexual aspect of her secret world, she wasn't just obsessed with monsters, she was also massively attracted to them. The scarier the better in her opinion. Old fashioned horror did nothing for her, she watched early films with a pitying grin on her face, the worlds of Vincent Price, Boris Karloff and Bella Lugosi simply made her giggle, but as budgets and special effects got better so did the chill factor, and the tighter the suspense the wetter her pussy became.

And what could be scarier than a clown that can shape-shift into what terrifies a person most? For some it could be spiders, or vampires... for her it was clowns! Because they have frightened me ever since I was a little kid. If parents only knew the damage they did to young minds when they bought that "cute clown doll" in the local store. A cute clown that inspired nightmares as it stared from the top of a toy box, its painted face glowing menacingly in the faint illumination from a night light.

Facing her fears Crystal had bought the novel "It" in a second hand book store, and instantly fell in love with Pennywise. He jumped out from the pages and made her cunt drip, and caused her cheeks to flush scarlet as what she considered to be an acute embarrassment stiffened and stood almost painfully erect. It was almost a cock, and Crystal both hated and adored it!

It was caused by a medical condition, a very rare condition called Clitoromegaly.

The enlargement of the clitoris, usually a condition from birth, sometimes occurring later in life. In Crystal's case her doctors had told her that hers was by far the most enlarged that anyone had ever seen. Feeling confused she'd hunted through the internet, pulling up hundreds of pictures of erect and scarily penis-like clits. The largest that she saw was thick and almost as long as her own.

But still not quite as big she conceded. It made her feel a little like a freak, but at least it was a part of her that was usually covered up. And anyway, I can feel pity for other girls she added as she turned her abnormality into a form of blessing, because they have no idea just how sensitive a clitoris like mine is.

And it was sensitive, at almost seven inches long and as thick as her thumb it made a wonderful plaything as she lay tucked up in bed with the only light coming from the flickering of her television. Every form of monster and beast had leapt out of the screen as she stroked and rubbed, how many times she'd squeezed and twisted herself to orgasm she couldn't say? Usually she stroked softly as the action built, and as a werewolf savaged its victim she would dig her nails deep and close her eyes as she imagined those vicious teeth closing on her sensitive organ. Shuddering and groaning she would cum as her nails threatened to break the skin, the sharper the teeth in the monster, the harder she came.

And then Crystal reached a watershed moment in her life.

A movie had been downloaded, and she'd been torn over her decision to actually watch. 

So many times the film paled when compared to the book, a director's view would always be so different from her own. Crystal would read the book and vivid images formed in her mind, the characters, the settings, the monsters. What she saw on the television differed so much from the written word that the director's vision was decidedly... disappointing... that is until she followed a small boy as he chased his wax coated paper boat down a rain flooded street. Predictably the boat had disappeared into a storm drain set into the curb. She knew from the book what was going to happen next, and who he was going to meet.

And then she saw the eyes, yellow and glowing. They were exactly as she'd pictured them herself. The face grew clearer and took on form and contrast, a clown's face with bright red lips. Lips which had been fuller and in a way, friendlier than she'd imagined. His smile was almost charming, there was no harm or malice in him. She listened to the boy and the drain living clown talk, the boy showing how young and naive he was, the clown smooth and warm... a benign entity that held the lost boat forward toward the hazy daylight seeping in from the street above.

Crystal had squeezed her clit hard with one hand as three fingers worked her dripping hole, the climax was coming, both hers and the film's.

She knew what was about to happen, and her eyes widened as she watched Pennywise the Clown transform, not dramatically regarding face and make-up... it was his mouth and teeth, suddenly it was cavernous, and his normal human teeth transformed into dozens of long sharp fangs.