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Priapus

... teeth. His upper body was fully draped in what looked like a tawny colored animal fur. A few feral sheep and goats milled about around him, and a cloud of honey bees formed a halo behind his head. From the waist down he was buck naked, shamelessly displaying his most distinguishing feature - his gigantic bronze cock. His cock was completely out of proportion with the rest of his body, and was erect, and pointed towards the palatial room on the right. It was at least as long as his legs, from the length of it. Two giant, hairy testicles were affixed to its base. It appeared to be the reason for the consternation and lasciviousness of the women on the right. Some would argue this was a good reason by any measure. It was for his genitalia that February bought the painting. She took one look at that eternally swollen cock made from oil paint, and decided that she wanted this painting in her bedroom. It was good for the morale of her loins. It appeared to be whispering to her, asking her to purchase it. When she got home to hang up the painting, she read up the subject of the painting, Priapus, and found out that he was a minor rustic fertility God who was supposed by some to be the son of Aphrodite and Dionysus. She heard that travelers used to gain the favor of Priapus by rubbing the cock on his statues. What works for statues works for paintings, she thought, and so she rubbed his penis in the painting, gently, in case the oil paint was ruined. The next day, a Tuesday, she ...

... noticed that the painting had developed what appeared to be a fold. Like wet paper that has dried out, and has billows since the fiber within the paper has soaked in the moisture. February suspected that something similar was happening with the painting, even though it was on canvas and not on paper. The fold appeared along the length of Priapus cock, the very portion of the painting she had rubbed. Perhaps it was the bloody moisture from her body. She was worried, because his cock and balls were the best feature of the painting. So she determined to herself that she would take the painting back to its painter the next morning. The next day she realized the supernatural nature of what she was witnessing. Only the entire length of Priapus shaft, and his balls, were emerging from the painting. They stood out like a mid-relief sculpture, very three dimensional, and very deliberate, as if the artist had intended precisely this. February was filled with a mixture of awe for how magnificent the cock looked as it emerged from the painting. She rubbed it a couple of times again, and then held herself back, wondering whether her rubbing it could indeed damage the painting. Perhaps her rubbing it was responsible for the emergence of the cock and balls into the three dimensional world. She didn't really figure it out, and put off the trip to the painter, deciding instead to witness what happened next. The next day, a Thursday, the cock was like a high-relief sculpture. It was still fully ...