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hope everyone likes it.
Nymphomania 1+2/3 (tg, m/f, f/f, breast growth)
feel free to send me email comments or suggestions, particularly
suggestions as to how the last chapter should end it.
Part 1
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I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm,
when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that's the
last thing I remember.
I awoke naked in a featureless room, my hands and feet restrained. A
bright light was in my eyes, and a woman's voice was in my ears.
"You are an experiment," she said. "We are testing certain compounds
we believe will genetically alter a living subject, and others that we
hope will have an effect on your physical structure and behavior."
Another pain and I lost consciousness again.
When I awoke I felt different. The lights were out, so I couldn't
see, but my body felt strange. Among other things, there was a
perculiar weight on my chest. The restraints felt looser, and I just
felt generally smaller. I struggled against my bonds for a while,
then I just waited.
Before long, the lights came on and I could see what was weighing down
on my chest. I had breasts! Not large ones, but breasts nonetheless.
Looking down between my legs, I saw what I dreaded: that the change
extended down there as well. My dick was gone, and in it's place was
a pussy!
The voice spoke again, from nowhere. "You see the changes we have
effected. Allow me to explain. We have altered your dna, you are now
a fully functional woman. Apart from that, we have caused some other
changes. Every time you orgasm, it increases your sex drive,
particlularly your craving for cum."
"What craving for cum?", I thought, but immediately answered myself.
As the thought of a big hard dick entered my mind, my nipples
immediately became rock hard and my pussy juices started to flow.
"Also," the voice continued, "you'll notice some interesting physical
effects when you come into contact with sperm. Have a nice day."
I felt the pain again, and again became unconscious.
I woke up in what I assumed was my dorm. I had never seen it, as I
was on my way there for the first time when I was kidnapped.
"Wow, what a weird dream," I thought to myself. As I sat up, I felt
my breasts shift and realized it was not a dream. I looked around and
concluded that whoever my roommate was, he or she was not here, which
was fortunate as I was still completely naked. I got up and went to
the bathroom that connected the room to the other one in the suite,
locking both doors.
I examined myself in the mirror. Curiously, the first thing I noticed
was that I was probably about a full foot shorter, perhaps about 5'3".
Yes, I was indeed a girl. Small breasts, but breasts nonetheless.
Blond hair, about shoulder-length, and a blond patch between my legs.
I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs to examine that patch
a little closer.
I pulled the lips apart and saw what looked an awful lot like every
other cunt I had ever seen. Inner lips, a hole, and the clit up top
with it's little hood. "That certainly isn't my dick," I said to
myself.
At the thought of my dick, I immediately felt a warmth between my
legs. My nipples became hard, and my pussy started to wet itself. I
rushed out of the bathroom and covered myself with the sheet from my
bed to hide my nakedness from view, and keep from masturbating. I
decided to watch some tv to take my mind off of sex.
The only problem with that is that it made me hornier. Even though
they were fully clothed, my male mind reacted to the women on
television, and my female body reacted to the men. My sex drive was
MUCH higher than it had ever been, even as a 15 year old boy. There
was nothing particularly sexual about the shows I was watching, but
they were making me more turned on than ever just from looking at the
people in them. My pussy juice was flowing and my nipples were so
hard they ached.
I started masturbating without ever thinking about it. After a while,
I just realized that one hand was between my legs stroking the outside
of my lips, and the other was cupping one of my tits. My whole crotch
was slippery as I rubbed my slippery finger against up and down my
slit. I concentrated on my clit, because it gave the most sensation.
It felt kind of like the head of my dick, but the sensations were so
much more intense. With my other hand, I explored the sensation of
stroking my tits. I rolled my tiny, hard nipples around with my palm,
then sqeezed them. After a few minutes of this, I began to feel a
hotter feeling, starting in my crotch, but spreading throughout my
entire body. It slowly intensified, becoming this tingling sort of
ecstasy, into my first female orgasm. I could feel my nipples clench
up even tighter.
I lay there, breathing heavy, for a few moments until I realized that
I was still horny. I thought about how I used to jack off my dick or
fuck my girlfriends, and how I would be completely satisfied (and
usually sleeping) five minutes after I came. I still would rather be
a man, but womanhood had at least some advantages. Or maybe it was
just the effects of whatever had been done to my body; the female
voice had said something about my sex drive increasing.
The thought of jacking off my dick made me even hornier. I was taken
by a sudden NEED to be penetrated. I reached down into my still
soaking, hot, wet pussy and spread the lips. I slipped my index
finger into my sopping wet hole up to the first joint and left it
there for a moment, just savoring the feel of being penetrated. Soon,
however, I lost all control and slammed it in all the way, movingit in
and out as fast as I could, feeling my finger rubbing up against my
inner walls. It felt kind of like stroking my dick, but in reverse.
I put my middle finger inside myself also, finding that I was kind of
tight (not surprisingly.) My fingers were slipping in and out of my
new cunt, as my palm rubbed up against my clit at the end of each
stroke.
After a few minutes of this I came again, more violently than the
first time. I thrashed back and forth on the bed and started to
scream, but I didn't stop fingering myself. Instead, I took my left
hand from it's place on my right breast, and swished it around my clit
for a while, still pumping my hole with my right. That felt good,and
I kept it up for a while, but what I really wanted was to feel another
kind of penetration, so as soon as I had my finger good and
lubricated, I turned over. Supporting myself on my knees and head, I
stuck my little ass way up into the air, spreading my cheeks wide, and
while still pumping my pussy as fast as I could, I started to slowly
insert the index finger of my other hand into my asshole.
At first, it hurt a bit, so I took my time and eased it in slowly.
Once I had it in to the hilt, I started to pump it very slowly in and
out. My ass was even tighter than my (virgin!) pussy, so even using
only one finger I felt completely full back there. I pumped faster
and faster, realizing that this sensation was nearly as good, if
somewhat different, than the one I was causing in my cunt. I was soon
pumping my pussy and asshole for all I was worth, causing loud
slapping and squishing sounds that would have been more audible if I
hadn't been moaning so loudly. The warm feeling began again,
centering both on my pussy and my asshole, and then I had my third
female orgasm.
I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I remember is hearing my
new roommate entering the room. At least it was a girl. I was wet at
once when I saw her but I didn't drag her down on the carpet
immediately and rape her, as I might have done had it been a man. She
introduced herself as Tiffany, and I blurted out my real name and was
thankful that it's Chris, if it was something more obviously male I
would have had some explaining to do.
As I said, as soon as she walked in my cunt was soaking and my nipples
were hard again (those things were perpetually hard.) That would
probably have been true no matter what she looked like, considering
the shape my sex drive was in, but the fact that she was gorgeous
didn't help matters. She was an inch or two taller than me (now. I
would have towered over her when I was still a man,) and she had hair
about two shades lighter than my new color, and longer. Her tits were
gigantic, there's no other way to describe them (I found out later
that her bra size was an E cup, and she had trouble shopping for
anything that large,) and the rest of her was thin, but still with
nice curves and wide hips.
The only problem was that I was still naked. Luckily, I had moved
around in my sleep and covered myself with the sheet, but it was thin
and white and I was pretty sure it didn't hide anything.
I was trying to figure out a way to get up and dressed without Tiffany
finding out how naked and horny I was at the sight of her, when she
saved me the trouble.
She surprised me, actually. Most of the lesbians I had met looked
like men, some complete with facial hair, so it never occurred to me
(in the first five minutes of our acquaintance) that Tiffany would be
one. She wasn't actually, she was bisexual, but I didn't find that
out until later.
She came over to my bed and gently pulled the sheet down. Her gaze
went first to my crotch, which was glistening, then to my nipples,
which were starting to ache again.
"Thought so," she said softly, grinning.
Then she took off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and lifted one of
those huge, gravity defying tits up. I didn't need another
invitation, I started to suck it. I had always loved breasts as a
man, and it was good to know that ONE thing at least had not changed.
I licked her nipple around and around, occasionally grasping it
lightly between my teeth. She moaned quietly as she unbuttoned her
jeans.
Getting up on her hands and knees, wearing only a pair of thong bikini
underwear that rode up between her cheeks, she stuck her ass in the
air and spread my legs. Going down onto her elbow (with her tits
rubbing against the mattress) she started to rub her thumb along my
slit. She was deliberately teasing me, just brushing the clit,
getting me hotter and wetter with each stroke. After a while, she
lowered her mouth to my new cunt.
If I had known how good it felt to have your pussy licked, I would
have done it to more girls when I was still a man. She licked up and
down the length of my cunt, like she had been doing with her thumb,
but her tongue was so much more slippery and pliant. She barely
brushed my clit, then pushed her tongue as far as she could into my
hole and fucked me with it like it was a dick. I decided that, as
long as I was a woman, I loved the feel of my cunt being slippery and
having it penetrated. Then she stopped that, and started sucking my
clit. This was too much, and I came.
When I was done moaning, I opened my eyes to see that Tiffany had
strapped on a ten inch dildo over her panties. I was of two minds
with regards to that: my male side was disgusted at having sex with
anything resembling a dick, but my female body was more than willing.
I decided that, since this wasn't a man but only a woman with a dildo,
it would be alright. I wanted to be taken doggy style, so that at
least I wouldn't have to see it, so I turned over onto my knees and
elbows, noticing as I did that my tits didn't hang down to touch the
bed like Tiffany's had. I felt her move the head of the huge dildo
around at the entrance to my pussy to lubricate it, then slowly pushed
it into me. I nearly cried out from pain at first, as the largest
thing that had been in my pussy so far was my two fingers, but she
stuck it in slowly, going an inch or so and waiting for me to relax,
so eventually she had almost the full ten inches in. Then she started
to buck her hips slowly back a! nd forth.
I was in ecstasy. Penetration was what this body was set up to get
pleasure from, and I loved it. My inner walls, having loosened to
accommodate this intruder, tighted again to maximize my pleasure.
Tiffany reached around the front of me to rub my clittie while fucking
my pussy. After a few minutes of this, I had lost my reservations
about seeing the dildo going into my cunt, and I made her stop and lay
back on the bed.
I let her lay there for a minute, letting our anticipation build, as I
kneeled next to her fingering my pussy and cupping one of my tits. I
was glad they weren't as large as Tiffany's; breasts that big must be
unwieldy. Then, I straddled my new lesbian lover and impaled myself
on the dildo sticking up from her midsection in one thrust. I
thrashed around on top of her, manipulating both my tits with my
hands, for about five minutes, until she came from the friction. I
kept going, though, leaning over to kiss her mouth and neck, and
rubbing my small, A cup breasts against her ridiculously larger ones.
Just as I was about to come, she pushed me off of her, and sat up.
"Do you like it in the ass?" she whispered to me.
I didn't reply, I just grinned and nodded, and I got back on my hands
and knees again, but this time she put the dildo, even more slowly and
gently, into my other opening. This was a bit weirder for me, because
it occurred to me that I could conceivably have done this even when I
was a guy, but it felt too good to stop. I was so horny that I didn't
notice any pain at all, and soon Tiffany was ramming that dildo in and
out of my asshole at top speed. Again, she reached around to finger
my cunt, her fingers slipping in and out of that hole as her dildo
assaulted the rear opening. I came quickly, and she came again from
the friction immediately after. I wanted more, but Tiffany was worn
out, so we fell asleep on the bed, in each other's arms.
I woke up long before Tiff, having had a long nap before she showed
up, and went into the bathroom to shower and wash the sweat and pussy
juice off of me. I made sure to lock the door behind me, as I had one
other plan in the bathroom. After I took a hot shower, luxuriating in
the feel of the water splashing over my tits, I got to thinking. I
would still rather be a man, but unless I could find whoever did this
to me, I would have to remain a girl for a while, and at least I had a
great supply of lesbian sex. That was something that had always
turned me on as a man, and it was even more fun in reality than in
fantasy, and as a participant than as a spectator.
The other thing that I had noticed about female sex was that I really
liked the sensation of my cunt being so wet that it was completely
slippery, inside and out. The one thing standing in the way of that
was all the hair around either side of my slit, so I decided to shave
the hair off of my lips to make them more smooth and slippery.
I looked under the sink, searching for a razor or something, and came
out instead with a pair of electric clippers. What would Tiff do with
these? I shrugged and decided these would do to start with.
I sat down on the floor and spread my legs as wide as possible. It
still looked extremely strange to see a cunt there instead of my dick,
but after the sex I had had, I was starting to get used to it. I
turned the clippers on and started shaving, way back on what was
actually the very bottoms of my ass cheeks, slowly working my way up
towards my cunt. The clippers, cold to start with, started to warm up
as I reached my cuntlips, and the vibration was turning me on. My
pussy, always on a hair trigger, got wet again, and my nipples,
already hard (of course) got even harder. I had shaved my lips, but I
didn't want the sensation to stop, so I continued, shaving as slowly
as possble, to trim the sparse hairs around on either side of my patch
of pubic hair. I also removed the sparse hairs across the top of my
mound, evening out my growth into a triangle at the top of my slit. I
still didn't want to stop, so I went around the triangle again,
trimming it in a bit on the sides ! and down by about an inch across
the top.
I was STILL enjoying myself, so I went around the triangle again,
reducing it to a little circle, about one inch around and about one
half inch above my slit. Looking at the ridiculously small patch of
pubic hair I had left and feeling a little sheepish, I decided I might
as well go all the way, and I removed the last of my pubes.
I ran my finger across the top of my mound, intending to masurbate,
and found that I could still feel the stubble. To remedy that, I
stepped back into the shower and, using shampoo as a cream, used
Tiff's leg razor to gently remove all trace of pubic hair from my
crotch. The shampoo made me really slick, but I decided that I didn't
need any help, so I got out and dried myself off.
Looking in the mirror I realized that, because my pubic hair had been
blond, the follicles were now invisible. With my tiny breasts,
completely smooth pussy, and young looking face, I could have passed
for fifteen. A very horny fifteen year old, though, as I discovered
as I felt the smoothness of my newly shaven twat. I sank down onto
the carpet and started to finger myself again. My right hand pounding
my cunt, I wet my left in my pussy juices and slowly inserted it into
my asshole again. It was much easier now that Tiffany had loosened me
up, but it felt just as good.
I was moaning as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Tiff, and
rapidly approaching orgasm when I heard the jiggling of a doorknob.
Too late, I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door to the
other room in the suite. While I was lying there, two fingers in my
pussy and one stuck up my ass, the door opened and in walked a guy,
wearing just a pair of boxers. I came to the conclusion that this was
a co-ed dorm.
While I was lying there, both hands still inside myself, I stared
between my upthrust knees at his crotch. I had one of the hardest
decisions of my life. My mind abhorred the idea of sex with a man,
but as soon as he walked in my pussy had gotten even wetter and my
nipples had become so hard that I moaned in pain and arousal. I
couldn't take my eyes off his crotch, tracing the outline of the dick
that I knew was concealed there. I tried to resist, but with what had
been done to me I never really had a chance.
I tore my gaze away from his crotch to see the surprised and dazed
look on his face. I grinned at him, then got to my knees and pulled
his boxers to his ankles. In that moment, I NEEDED cum, anyway I
could get it. I took his already hard and quite thick eight inch cock
into my mouth and administered my first blowjob. I took as much as
possible into my mouth, cramming it in as best I could, and then
removed it and licked up and down the shaft. After alternating these
for about three minutes, I took the head in my mouth and sucked as
hard as I could, while pumping the shaft with my hand. He came into
my mouth, and I swallowed it all, my gag reflex forced down by the
chemical need for sperm that had been instilled in me.
Immediately after ingesting the cum, I began to feel strange. I felt
dazed, and a tingling sensation kind of like the beginning of an
orgasm enveloped my whole body, centering on my breasts and my lower
torso. Also, I immediately felt hornier and my craving for cum
increased immensely, so I pushed this guy (we still hadn't exchanged a
word, let alone names) back into his room and onto his bed.
I knew he would immediately feel like falling asleep, but I had other
needs, so I again sucked his cock until he had another raging hardon.
Then I got on my hands and knees (so at least I could avoid kissing
him,) and he took the hint and pushed into me.
Unlike Tiffany, he had very little finesse, he just plunged in.
Luckily, I was already quite wet and stretched out, and I didn't
really want finesse anyway, I just needed his cum. It did feel good,
though, to be filled with warm flesh instead of just molded plastic.
I pushed my butt back against him, intensifying his strokes. He
pounded my pussy for about five minutes, then shot his wad into me.
Once again, I turned around and started to suck him off to get him
hard. It took longer this time, and I had to put some effort into it.
Eventually, though, he was hard enough and I turned back around,
presenting my shaved little pussy to be fucked. He went to it more
slowly, but after almost ten minutes I was rewarded with another load.
My cunt felt warm and sticky, and the strange feeling that had come
over me after he came in my mouth was getting stronger, intensifying
even more in my breasts and crotch.
When I tried to get him hard again, I was unable. I took his limp
cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, sucking as hard as
I could, but even after about five minutes of this, he still couldn't
get it up.
I was desperate. I NEEDED more cum, and my mind was racing to find
some way of inducing an erection. Suddenly, I thought of one fantasy
that most guys had but few girls will ever let them try.
"Would you like to fuck my ass," was my first words to him.
Suddenly, his cock was stirring, and as I sucked it, it blossomed into
a full blown hardon. I turned around once again, this time presenting
not my smooth pussy but my asshole to be fucked. The male part of me
that was rebelling against all this was horrified, but my unbelievably
horny female body overruled me, and my craving for cum ended any
chance of resisting this final degradation. He slipped into my
asshole and I was too filled with pleasure to stop. He pumped me for
the longest time yet, more that fifteen minutes, and I couldn't help
loving every minute of it. My ass was so tight that it felt like I
could feel every vein on his cock pushing in and out of me. I reached
down between my legs and finger fucked myself while he was pummelling
my asshole. I had just come for the third time when he shot his
fourth wad deep up into my stomach. He pulled out and rolled over,
passing out almost immediately.
I didn't want to suck his cock after it had been in my ass, so I
rolled off the bed and stood up. I realized in doing so that I had a
lot more weight on my chest. Looking down at myself confirmed it. I
went back into the bathroom to look in the mirror.
My pussy was still bald, but I couldn't be mistaken for a teenager
anymore. My tits had somehow grown to the size of baseballs, and were
nearly as spherical. The fact that they hadn't been resisting years
of gravity made them almost impossibly round and perky. My tiny
nipples (still hard!) jutted out from the upper half of my growing
breasts. My hips were also wider, and my waist maybe a bit skinnier,
but nothing as radical as the breast growth. I now knew what that
voice had meant when it said that cum would cause physical changes.
All this staring at my body had made me horny again, so I went back to
my room, got Tiffany's dildo, and laid down on the other bed. I
spread my legs as wide as I could, and plunged the dildo into myself
all the way on the first stroke. I fucked myself furiously, bringing
my little bald cunt to an orgasm five or six times in succession
before I passed out from eshaustion.
I woke the next day again thinking, "what a strange dream," but today
I didn't even have to move to feel the extra weight on my chest and my
pussy, still full of Tiffany's dildo, to realize that this was
reality. I opened my eyes and looked down at my breasts. Yes, not
only was I still a girl, but it looked like my tits were going to blow
up like baloons every time I came into contact with cum. "Ah well," I
thought, "I'll just have to keep self control and keep myself satiated
with lots of lesbian sex with Tiffany."
At the thought of Tiff, I turned to look at the other bed. She was
still there, asleep on her back wearing only those black thong panties
with her tits sticking up like twin mountains growing out of her
chest. I hoped that mine never got that large.
Looking at Tiffany was making me horny, and as I was supposed to be
practicing self control, I went back into the bathroom to take a cold
shower. On the way, I checked the dresser that Tiffany had not
emptied her clothes into, and found that it was stocked not with my
clothes but with women's clothes that would prbably fit me now. Most
of them were just jeans and T shirts, so I didn't worry that I'd feel
like I was in drag, but the underwear bothered me. All the bottoms
were thong panties even skimpier than Tiffany's and there were lots of
bras in there, in varying sizes. They went from A and B (which I
would never need now,) up through C, which was what I figured I was
currently, and up past Tiffany's E cup size all the way to an H cup
that must have been custom made; I'd never heard of such a thing. It
was huge, designed to hold tits the size of watermelons. I decided
that with my new resolve and self control, I'd never need such a
thing.
I decided that there was no need for me to dress up in these girls
clothes quite yet. After all, I had been naked all day yesterday, so
a few more hours couldn't hurt me. I went into the bathroom and
started the shower.
While washing myself, I thought about how I could find whoever had
done this to me, and turn myself back into a man. Sex as a woman was
enjoyable, but I had been born a man and that was the way things were
meant to be. However, I really had no clues as to who was responsible
for my current state. I felt a wave of depression rushing towards me,
but then realized that whoever did this wouldn't just ignore me now
that it was done. They had gone to all the trouble to wake me up to
gloat about it, so they would probably make contact with me again.
The only thing I could do for now was to be inconspicuous and wait
until I had more information.
About this time I noticed that the cold shower wasn't doing much to
offset my horniness. It made my constantly hard nipples even harder,
and that led to my cunt getting wet. For the past few minutes, I had
been absently fingering myself.
I put a stop to that immediately. I got out of the shower and dried
off, and was about to go get dressed when I heard the jiggling of the
doorhandle to the other room in the suite.
I fought the urge to open it, but then I told myself that I should at
least exchange names with the man I had fucked last night, so I opened
the door just wide enough to poke my head out. I saw a completely
different boy's face.
"Uh, hello," he said, embarrassed. "My name's Greg. I guess we're
suite-mates."
"I'm Chris," I said. "And your roommate?"
"Oh, you met him?" he replied. "His name's Ian."
I saw Greg's face turn red and realized that I had unconsciouly opened
the door wide enough to give him a good view of my shaved pussy and
one breast. I also realized that I wanted to open the door even
wider, tear his clothes off, and fuck him. I fought with myself for a
moment, but the thought of cum had entered my head again, and my self
control was not nearly as strong as I had thought before.
I pushed open the door and stepped through. Greg started to try at
least to gain his composure, and as it was obvious to both of us what
was happening, he pulled off his shorts for me.
I saw to my great surprise that his cock was shaved as bare as my
pussy. I had heard of a few girls doing that, but never a guy. I
realized, though, that it turned me on. Actually, by now almost
everything turned me on, but in any case it felt good as I dropped to
my knees and took Greg into my mouth as he sat on the edge of the bed.
His dick was slicker than Ian's, and longer, nearly as long as
Tiffany's dildo. But it was the slickness that I really enjoyed, as I
took as much as I could into my mouth and wrapped my hand around the
rest, feeling the smooth, hairless skin around the base. I pumped my
face back and forth on his dick, and there was enough extra that I
couldn't swallow that I was also jacking him off with my hand. I
pulled my mouth off of him, and just licked the tip in circles around
the hole, jerking the shaft with both my hands now. Then I had an
urge to take it all in, so I let go with both my hands and just tried
to swallow all of his dick.
I couldn't get it all down. After a few minutes of trying, my jaw was
getting sore, so I just sat there and looked at this hairless cock
while jacking it off in my hand.
After a minute or two of this, Greg started to moan and buck his hips,
and I knew that his orgasm was about to hit. I jacked him even
faster, but as the first bit of cum started to appear at the tip, I
was overtaken with a craving. I NEEDED every last drop I could get.
I knew what would happen if I touched any of his cum, but I couldn't
help myself. Suddenly, I was rationalizing. My tits would only get a
little bit bigger from one dose of cum, and that wasn't so bad. I
took the head in my mouth and pumped for all I was worth, sucking his
cum down my throat. I kept jacking and sucking even after his orgasm
finished, craving every drop I could get.
That tingly feeling immediately sprung up in my tits and midsection,
but I knew it would. I was still horny though, and suddenly it seemed
that just one load of cum wouldn't be enough. I continued to suck
Greg back to an erection, rationalizing that I would have him pull out
at the last moment and spurt onto the bed.
As soon as I had sucked Greg's cock back to an erection, I stood up,
ready to push him back onto the bed and mount his cock, but he stood
up and entered me still standing up, face to face. He then reached
around behind me, grabbed my ass cheeks, and lifted me up, spinning me
around and landing us in the bed, with him on top.
This was the very position I was trying to avoid, as I did not want to
be face to face with a man, fucking him. Now that I was actually in
the situation, though, with his big cock sliding in and out of my
slick, shaved pussy, I found I couldn't work too hard at changing
position. I still didn't want to kiss him, so I stretched my neck up,
getting my lips out of the way. He kissed my neck, but I decided I
could live with that.
I just concentrated to the sensations he was causing in my body. It
felt wonderful! My pussy was filled and stretched with his cock, and
as he thrust in and out I could feel the tip of him butting against my
rear wall. His hands were playing with my tits, cupping them,
kneading them, and playing with my nipples as he continued to fuck me.
I loved having my breasts played with!
After playing with my breasts for a few minutes, constantly fucking me
at a furious pace, Greg reached under my ass and grabbed my cheeks.
At first, I think he just wanted more leverage, and he used his arms
to pull my pussy more forcefully onto his cock. In the process, he
was spreading my ass cheeks as wide as they'd go, and an idea occurred
to him. He wet his finger with the pussy juice that was freely
flowing down my ass crack and then inserted it into my asshole.
This was not a new sensation to me, but it should be obvious if you've
read this far that it was one I enjoyed very much. I bucked my hips
back and forth violently. Every time I pushed forward, his cock
pushed into my pussy, and each time I pulled back down, his finger
invaded my asshole. I increased my bucking motion, and started to
orgasm. I thrashed my head back and forth, uttering something halfway
between a moan and a scream, and bucked my hips even faster onto his
cock and his finger. Just as my orgasm was subsiding, his began, and
he shot his wad deep up into my cunt.
Within a few seconds, I had flipped him over off of me, and was
slurping my still hot pussy juice off of his softening dick. It
stopped softening shortly, and started to grow into an erection again.
After he was hard again, I moved up along his body and positioned
myself over his cock. Slowly, so as to tease myself with the
pleasure, I lowered myself down onto his cock. When he had penetrated
my completely, I started to roll my hips, ever so slightly, which
caused his dick in my pussy to move against the inner walls just a
little bit. Without ever indending to increase the motion, I sped up
and intensified, just from naturally wanting to feel more of it. Soon
I was bouncing up and down on his cock as hard as I could.
I noticed that the motion was kind of uncomfortable for my tits, so I
reached up to press them against my chest. They were already
notceably bigger! I pressed them against my chest and bounced up and
down, but after a while, I didn't want to use my hands only for this,
so I leaned forward (making sure to keep my lips still out of reach)
and rested my breasts against his chest. I didn't have to bend
forward as far as I would have an hour ago.
After fucking Greg like that for a few minutes, I felt the bed shift.
I felt hands spreading my ass cheeks, and a warm, hard dick slipping
into my asshole. I had forgotten about Ian, the guy I had fucked the
night before. Apparently, our fucking and my screaming had woke him
up, and he couldn't restrain himself from fucking my ass again.
I reveled in the sensation of having both my holes filled with hot,
thrusting cock. I never would have believed myself capable of being
such a nymphomaniac, but I told myself that the chemical changes that
had been forced on me were responsible, and it was not my fault. My
conscience soothed, I was able to concentrate on enjoying it!
I lay there between these two dicks, unable to do anything except let
them fuck me. Greg fucked my pussy while Ian pounded my asshole, and
the varied sensation when they would get out of sync with each other
pleasured me just as much as the feeling of being doubly fucked. I
orgasmed once, and experienced something only women can: the orgasm
didn't stop, it just got stronger and weaker in waves. I lost all
conception of time; they might have fucked me like that for fifteen
minutes, or it might have been a week, all I know was that I was in
ecstasy and I never wanted it to stop. After some unmeasurable time,
however, Ian shot his load into my asshole, and pulled out. Greg
orgasmed a moment later, and collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.
I had just received a double load of cum, and the tingling in my
breasts increased accordingly. Looking down, I imagined that I could
almost SEE them growing. I still craved cum, however, and as it
looked like Greg was down for the count, Ian was the only supply.
Unfortunately, he had just fucked me in my ass, and I didn't want to
suck his dick. Instead, I pushed him back onto the bed and kneeled in
front of him. I reached down to my bald cunt, and started to finger
fuck myself, all the while whispering how I wished he was hard again
so he could fuck me. That caused his cock to perk up somewhat, but it
wasn't yet all the way hard, so I grasped one of my breasts and lifted
it up as far as I could. I found, as I had suspected, that it was now
large enough for me to get the nipple into my mouth. I kneeled on the
bed, sucking my own tit and fingering my pussy in front of this guy
like a cock crazed slut. I realized that that description was
probably accurate, but as his cock stiffened to full erection, I
simply didn't care.
I didn't want him to stick his dick into my pussy. I'd heard you could
catch some diseases that way, so I turned over onto my hands and knees
and told him to stick his dick back up my ass. I noticed that my
breasts hung down significantly lower than they had before, and I
actually ENJOYED the fact! I was fucking guys left and right, their
cum was making my tits grow out of control, and I couldn't help but
enjoy it, it felt so good!
Ian fucked my ass with all the excitement he had shown last night.
More, in fact, as he reached around the front of me and played with my
breasts. I don't know what he thought of my sudden growth, but at
least it kept my hands free, one for support and one to play with my
slick slit. I rubbed my fingers up and down my lips as Ian's dick
plunged in and out of my ass, both of us growing closer to orgasm. I
reached it first, and though it wasn't one of those endless ones like
the last one, it was excruciatingly good. Just a few strokes after my
orgasm was subsiding, Ian pulled back on my breasts, burying his cock
all the way up my asshole, and shot his thick white cum up my anus.
Then he rolled over and fell back asleep.
I got up and went back into the bathroom that connected our rooms,
looking in the mirror. I was amazed at the changes. My hips were
obviously inches wider, but the most noticable difference was in my
tits. They were now the size of ripened canteloupes! I guessed now
I'd never need the C or D cup bras either, it looked as if I'd jumped
straight to the DD's! They didn't hang or sag, though. They were
almost perfectly round and rode as high and perkily as they had when
they were half the size. With my huge tits, wide hips, and bare
shaved cunt, I looked like the sexiest girl I had ever seen! I went
back into my room to wake Tiffany and see what she thought of the
changes.
Tiffany was still asleep, as I expected somewhat. I had worn her out
the night before, and it was acutally only eight thirty in the morning
now, so it wasn't surprising that she slept right through my screaming
sex session with the boys next door.
I didn't intend her to sleep too much longer though, and I wanted to
wake her up in a good mood. I looked at her, still lying there in
only her g string, her gigantic tits standing up on her chest. I was
glad that at least mine weren't that big ("yet," a small part of my
mind said.) It comforted me that she still made me horny. I still
was attracted to girls, and if that made me bisexual, it was only
because my body was beyond my control and so strongly oriented on men.
I leaned over and, while she continued to sleep, began to lick her
breasts. I licked around the bottoms, lifting them up slightly to
lick the area that had been folded over, and worked my way up to the
nipples. I sucked these very gently, alternating from one to the
other, wanting Tiffany to wake up slowly to the sensation. She
stirred and moaned a but, but wasn't awake, so I decided to give her a
stronger sensation. Slowly, I worked the sides of her g string down
her hips, pulling her panties slowly down her legs. When I had
removed her underwear, I gently and slowly spread her legs, and
settled my head down between them.
As long as I could, I took a good look at Tiffany's little blond
pussy. It looked like she did shave the sides and top of her pubic
hair in by a couple of inches, as she only had three or four square
inches of hair at the top of her slit, and none on the actual lips. I
was glad about that, because I had never really liked to lick
excessively hairy cunts. Other than that, she had a normal looking,
but very soft and pretty, little mound.
I leaned down between her legs and brushed my tongue slowly from the
very bottom of her slit, almost on the asshole, up to the clit, then
back down again. Back and forth, Back and forth I licked, and Tiffany
started to stir a bit more, moaning out louder. I concentrated on her
clit for a moment, and she cried out softly. I knew she was awake
when she reached up to stroke my hair, and grasped my head gently and
pulled it closer to her pussy.
"Lick my clit again," she said.
"Say please," I replied, teasingly.
"Please," she said,"lick my pussy. Stroke my clit with your tongue.
I need it! Oh! Yes! Like that!"
After that, she didn't have much more to say, but she made a bit of
noise. In my opinion, that's probably a good way to wake up. I
remember hoping she returned the favor for me some time.
After Tiff had finished cumming, she sat up and licked her pussy juice
off of my face. Although I wouldn't kiss Greg and Ian, I had no such
compunctions when it came to Tiffany, and we sat there face to face on
the bed for a while, kissing and stroking up and down each others
bodies. I slid my hands down to her hips as she reached around behind
me to grab my ass cheeks and knead them for a while. I slid my hands
up to her chest to squeeze her nipples, twisting them gently, and she
started to do the same to me.
"What the hell is this!?!?" she nearly screamed.
"Uh, I'm not really sure," I said. It suddenly occured to me that I
had no explanation for my rapid growth in the chest and hips. I
decided to tell at least part of the truth.
"I don't understand how this happened," I explained. That, at least
was true. "I noticed they were like this as soon as I finished..." I
trailed off, not wanting to admit I had fucked and sucked two guys I
had never met before.
"As soon as you finished what?" she asked, curiously.
"Well..." I started. "Screwing the guys in the next room, to put it
bluntly."
"Guys?" she asked. "As in 'more than one guy'?"
"Two, actually."
"Why didn't you wake me?" she said. "Greedy. You didn't want to
share."
We laughed at that, and that led, by easy steps, to us kissing and
stroking each other again, my breast growth temporarily forgotten. I
decided that if she asked again, I would stick to the truth: that I
really didn't understand what had happened. I knew that I was going
to have to stop it from happening again, though.
After Tiffany and I 69'ed for a while, and we both had several great
orgasms, she said:
"Whoa, that's enough for a while. You may be a little nymphomaniac,
and I really don't mind, but I really need to get to class. Have you
showered yet, or do you mind if I go first?"
While she was in the shower, I found my own class schedule in my
dresser. The classes here the same as the ones I had signed up for,
but the name on the schedule was "Christine Taylor" instead of
"Christopher." My wallet was also in the dresser, and my license had
been changed similarly. Whoever had done this to me was thorough.
I started to get dressed. I put on the woman's underwear for the
first time (after running around three rooms naked for over twenty
four hours, I realized) and felt the black thong underwear pull up
into the crack of my ass. It was uncomfortable at first, but I
decided that after all the things I'd had up there in the last day, I
really shouldn't complain. Actually, after I got used to it, it felt
pretty good as it kept my asscheeks slightly spread and rubbed against
my sensitive little asshole, but it didn't help my chronic horniness.
The bra was even more embarrassing. I'd seen girls put them on often
enough, so that wasn't a problem, but all the styles I had been
provided with here really sexy. I picked out one of the DD sized
ones, black to match my panties, and put it on. It lifted my tits up
and held them back against my chest more, and that made me hornier.
Also, it was one of those half-cup styles that held them up but didn't
cover the nipples, so my perpetually hard little nubs stuck out into
the cold air enticingly.
I covered myself with jeans and a black t shirt, wanting to avoid the
dresses and skirts in the dresser, and found some shoes. I left
before Tiffany even got out of the shower, even though my first class
didn't start for more than an hour. I was nervous as hell to be seen
outside my room as a girl, and I didn't think I'd be able to get up
the courage if I waited too long.
As I walked across the campus, I was acutely aware of the sensations
of my body. My hips swung in a wider arc, my tits shifted as I
walked, and my nipples were constantly brushing up against the inside
of my t shirt, which kept them even harder than normal. I looked down
at my chest, and saw that they were VERY clearly visible through my
shirt.
I was horny as hell, and as I walked around and saw all the men
staring at me, I knew I had to do something about it. I was almost
horny enough to pull one of them into a clump of bushes and fuck him.
Or at least suck his dick; my craving for cum was back in force. I
could feel a little pain in my stomach, and I just knew that a load of
cum would make it go away.
I exerted all the willpower I could, and kept my eyes forward as I
thought of a plan. I walked as directly as possible to a little shop
just off of campus, one that sold "adult books & sex aids." I went
inside, and looked around for the dildos. The sleazy looking fat guy
behind the counter was staring at my tits the whole time. I found
what I was looking for on a shelf in the back of the store. Down at
the bottom was a little five inch vibrator. As I bent over to get it,
my huge tits fell out over the top the half cup bra I was wearing. I
knew it was obvious from the way the guy behind the counter was
staring at me and almost salivating as I stood up and readjusted
myself. I took the dildo up to the counter and bought it, as well as
some spare batteries and some condoms. The greasy guy's eyes never
left my breasts, even while he was making change.
As I walked outside, I shuddered. I was a man, dammit! I didn't
enjoy wearing these woman's clothes, I didn't really want breasts or a
pussy (though I had to admit to myself that they were capable of
giving me some really wonderful sensations.) Nonetheless, while I
liked the way they felt, and would even have liked the way they looked
if it had been on someone else, I really wanted to be able to walk
around as a man again. That sleazy guy behind the counter disgusted
me. Why couldn't he keep his eyes to himself?! I decided that I
needed to get a cock back between my legs. That thought led me in the
wrong direction though, as I started to think about getting Greg's or
Ian's cock back between my legs. My pussy was starting to soak
through my underwear, and that reminded me of the vibrator I had just
purchased.
I was back on campus now, so I headed for the nearest bathrooms. My
head down, I nearly walked into the men's room before I realized my
mistake, and then I had to restrain myself from going in anyway. My
craving for cum was so bad that I considered walking right in and
taking some guy's cock in my mouth as he turned around from the
urinals. After fighting with myself for nearly fifteen seconds, I
turned reluctantly and headed for the women's room. It helped that I
had another option.
When I got inside a stall, I pulled down my pants and sat on the
toilet. I relieved myself as I pulled the dildo out of my backpack,
then I turned it on and placed it right up against my clit. The
sensation was very similar to what I had enjoyed from the clippers as
I was shaving my pussy bald, but I would never have applied the
electric shaver this directly to my sensitive clit. The feeling of
the vibrator there was spectacular. I rubbed it up and down my slit
and inserted it into my hole, but I always came back to rubbing my
clit with the tip. I orgasmed at least three times in ten minutes,
being as quiet as possible because girls were coming in and out of the
bathroom. I couldn't contain myself from moaning slightly though, and
I'm sure they had some idea what was going on from the looks I
received when I left the stall.
After I had cum three or four times, I was by no means satisfied (I
hadn't been completely un-horny since I was changed into a woman,) I
wasn't as desperately aroused as I had been when I walked into the
bathroom. I left the vibrator on and pushed it completely up into my
pussy, pulling my thong panties up to hold it in. I adjusted my
clothing and left, ignoring the stares of girls who had heard the
buzzing and moaning from my stall.
It worked! Every time I saw a guy and craved his dick, I just
squeezed on the vibrator in my pussy and concentrated on the
sensations it caused there, and that distracted me sufficiently. I
made it to class, sat down in the back, and pushed all my weight down
on the vibrator, impaling myself on it. I wiggled in my seat through
the whole class, but I even managed to get some notes down, in between
orgasms.
As soon as class ended, I rushed directly back to my dorm. I needed
some sex, and I needed it now! I just hoped Tiffany was back from her
class.
Part 2
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The walk back to my dorm was not an easy one. The dildo buzzing away
in my soaking pussy made it possible for me to appear in public
without raping every guy I saw, but it had it's own downside. Simply
put, it felt too good!
Being that I went to a large state university, it took me almost a
half hour to walk from one side of campus, where my class was, to the
other side, where my dorm was. Inside of that half hour, I came three
times. While I had been sitting in class, I had had only four orgasms
in three hours. The difference was the extra sensation of walking.
As I said before, it made my whole body react. My nipples brushed up
against the inside of my t shirt, and were again so hard it was
painful. The gentle rolling of my hips as I walked accentuated the
sensations coming from the buzzing in my twat, and as soon as I
noticed that, I began to intensify the hip motion as I walked. Soon,
I was rolling my hips like a belly dancer as I walked along, just
because it felt sooo good!
Needless to say, walking across a college campus looking like raw sex
gets you some appreciative stares from college guys, especially if you
have blond hair, wide hips, a nice ass, 36DD breasts, and (I won't be
modest) a pretty face. I'm ashamed to admit, I enjoyed being looked
at so lustfully. I remember being surprised at that reaction, so soon
after I had been so pissed at the guy from the porn shop for staring
at my tits. Was I beginning to turn gay? I wondered. No, I decided,
it was just that I was so much hornier now, my female body was
overriding my male mind and making me lick my lips and smile back at
the guys as I passed them. Their stares ust made me hornier, which
made me accentuate my walk more, and the whole thing fed on itself,
spinning off out of control like feedback.
This particular walk back to the dorm took longer than a half hour,
because I had to stop three times and sit down on a bench. I didn't
really think I could keep walking normally while in the throes of an
orgasm. I didn't think I could have done that as a man, but orgasms
as a woman were even more intense, and spread throughout my entire
body. Actually, I thought as I sat down breathing heavily and came
for the third time, these orgasms were even stronger than the first
I'd had as a woman. The voice had told me that each time I orgasmed I
would get hornier. I guess this was just one more aspect of the
change.
I thought more about the change as I sat there, wanting to wait a bit
more before I tried to get up and walk. I had been a normal man
before I woke up in that room, tied to the bed and with a new pussy
and some small tits. Now, my tits were 36DD and growing every time I
touched cum. Soon I would run out of letters. I wondered why anyone
would want to do this to me? It couldn't be revenge, nobody really
had any reason to have a grudge against me. I didn't even know who
had done it. I only hoped that I was right, that whoever it was would
make contact with me to keep tabs on my progress, and that I could get
some information then that would help me force them to turn me back
into a man.
I really wasn't into being a woman. The sexual sensations were the
only thing it had going for it. I had avoided bothering with makeup,
I had washed my hair but not done anything with it (I was glad it was
fairly short.) I really wasn't one of those guys who got off on
dressing like a girl. This morning while getting dressed I had
consciously put on jeans and a t shirt, about the most non gender
specific outfit you could wear. My sexy underwear was not my fault.
All the underwear my unknown persecuter had supplied for me was skimpy
and sexy, consisting entirely of thong bikini panties and half cup
bras in sizes reaching up to a custom made H cup (which implied
something I'd rather not think about.) The best I could do this
morning was to choose black underwear instead of the pink.
All these thoughts were running through my head as I finally reached
my dorm and started climbing the steps to my room. I let myself in,
and was immediately disappointed to find that Tiffany wasn't there. I
was so horny! I thought about my options for a moment, and then
realized that I really had no choice. I tried to fight it, but I
found myself drawn inexorably to the bathroom that divided our room
from Ian and Greg's. At least I had the presence of mind to grab the
comdoms from my backpack as I was swept along.
As I quietly opened the bathroom door, I heard the shower. Peeking
around the shower curtain, I saw Greg standing under the shower spray
with his back to the nozzle, shielding his front from the spray. He
didn't see me, so intent was he on what he was doing.
I thought back to this morning, when I had seduced Greg and found that
he kept his cock shaved as bare as my slit. I had found that
unbelievably arousing (actually, since I had been changed into a
woman, I found almost everything unbelievable arousing.) Now, as I
watched, he was carefully touching up his shaving job, with his cock
lathered up in soap and his razor sliding softly over the smooth skin.
Apparently, he found it as arousing as I did, because his cock was
standing up to a full erection. As I watched, he stopped shaving for
a moment and started to stroke his shaft slowly up and down, closing
his eyes and opening his mouth into a big 'O' of pleasure. He soon
returned to the business at hand, however, and continued shaving his
cock and balls until he was apparently satisfied that they were
completely smooth. Then he took his cock in hand and started to jack
off in earnest.
I didn't want him to expend all his energies without giving me any
pleasure, so I quickly pulled my head out of the shower and got
undressed. Even though I was embarrassed by my women's underwear, I
was a little disappointed when the dental floss thin strip of thong
came out of my crack; I was actually enjoying it there. I had a
little bit of trouble with the bra, as I found out that these things
are even harder to take off of yourself than someone else, but
eventually I was naked and ready to fuck.
I got into the shower without making any announcement of it and
stepped right up to Greg, starting to rub my tits and pussy against
him. He was so surprised as first that I think he almost cried out,
but when I dropped to my knees and took his prick into my mouth, he
seemed much more at ease.
I had to rinse his dick off first, because I really didn't want to
suck something that tasted like a bar of soap, but then I got down to
business with a vengeance. I sucked him hungrily, grabbing the base
of his cock and pistoning my head back and forth, fucking my face with
his dick. There was nothing slow and gently about it, we were both
raging sex maniacs and we wanted pleasure NOW. I was rough with his
cock, sliding the tips of my teeth up and down it and nipping at the
head, but he just grabbed me by the head and proceeded to force his
dick in and out of my mouth, fucking my face even more forcefully than
I had been doing to myself. I felt powerless, realizing that Greg
could easily overpower my body in it's petite, feminine state, and
there was nothing I could do but let him pump his cock in and out of
my throat at his pleasure.
Speaking of Greg's pleasure, there was one way in which I could seize
some sexual initiaive, and I did. Now that Greg was furiously fucking
my face, I had both hands free, and he was standing in front of my
kneeling form with his legs slightly spread. I felt my way around the
tub until I found the bar of soap sliding aroung forgotten by the
drain, and after pausing to lather up my entire right hand as
thoroughly as possible, I reached up between Greg's legs and parted
his ass cheeks. While rubbing and caressing his scrotum with my left
hand, I slowly slipped the index finger of my right into his asshole,
just up to the first knuckle. Greg let out a grunt that sounded half
of surprise, half of pleasure, and started to pump his cock down my
throat even faster and more forcefully. I wriggled my finger back and
forth and started to rotate it, just to get him used to the sensation.
I knew from my recent experience with my own asshole that being filled
there was quite an enjo! yable feeling as long as you had time to get
used to the pressure. Come to think of it, Greg was probably enjoying
this even more than I had, because now that I was a woman, I no longer
had a prostate. I wondered what anal penetration would feel like for
a man, but I continued to stimulate him there as he fucked my throat.
I inserted my finger futher, curling it over to reach where I had
learned in Biology class the prostate was located, and I was rewarded
with a frantic grunting from Greg. I kept my finger there as he
fucked my face even faster, his grunts and groans rising in volume.
Suddenly, Greg went rigid. Sensing his orgasm was imminent, I forced
my finger the rest of the way up his ass, until my knuckles were
pressing hard against his sphincters. Greg pulled my head violently
towards his crotch, shoving the full length of his ten incher down my
throat. I hadn't yet been able to take more that about two thirds of
it, and the whole thing shoved rudely down my esophagus nearly made me
gag. I felt like a sword swallower in a carnival. Then the cum
started to erupt from his balls and I realized that if I came into
contact with a whole lot more of that stuff, I would look like a
carnival freak of an entirely different sort.
I tried to pull back away from his cock, but his hands held me there
as the sperm spurted down into my stomach. By the time he finished
rocking back and forth, there was a warm spot at the pit of my belly,
and my tits and hips were feeling warm and tingly again. I resolved
to touch no more cum, ever again. My breasts were large enough
already, and after they finished growing from this load, I didn't want
them to grow any more. The though of being a woman was bad enough
without being a woman with freakishly large breasts.
I was still horny, though, and I had a craving for more cum that had
been intensified by the load I had just ingested. Summoning all the
presence of mind I could while I was essentially drunk on cum, my tits
and hips tingling and throbbing as they began to grow, I led Greg out
of the shower and dried us both off. Leading him into his room, I
pushed him onto the bed and held up the comdom I had brought with me.
Greg didn't look too happy about that, so I emulated something a girl
had once done to me, when I was still a man. I took the rubber in my
mouth and positioned it across the inside of my pursed lips. Leaning
over to engulf Greg's prick, I slowly unrolled the condom down his
cock, using only my lips and tongue. Greg seemed to mind the condom
somewhat less when he experienced my manner of employing it.
When I had his cock completely wrapped, I got up onto the bed and
squatted over it. My pussy was crying out for a reaming, but I waited
a minute, teasing myself and Greg, with my hand holding his rapidly
hardening dick upright, and my cunt suspended less than an inch from
the tip. Greg started to buck his hips back and forth, rubbing my
hand on the base of his crotch and just barely brushing the tip of his
dick against my clitorus at the apex of every movement.
Just the feel of that nearly made me cum, I was so desperately horny.
The teasing sensation of the featherlight touches of his head at the
focal point of my vagina nearly sent me over the edge. I restrained
myself, however. I wanted to be well and completely fucked before I
was done with him, especially because I wouldn't have what was
normally my main satisfaction, the cum that I craved so badly. So,
after letting him tease my clit with his cockhead for a few minutes, I
positioned the head at the entrance to my dripping wet hole, and
impaled myself upon his cock in one stroke.
Having my pussy filled at that particular moment was the single most
satisfying sensation I could remember. I NEEDED to be fucked, like
I'd never needed anything before in my life, and this cock filling me
so completely was the most pleasurable thing imaginable. For once, no
part of my mind was dismayed by the thought of fucking this man, I
just knew in my mind that this was what my body needed, with a
biological urge that, though articficially induced, was so desperate
that it overrode any objections my mind could have to this form of
relief and made it my sole purpose to seek fulfillment from this cock.
Thinking that the sensations might be slightly muted for Greg because
of the condom he was wearing, I made a special effort to massage him
with my pussy muscles. Although I hadn't had them for long, they had
been in good shape when I awoke as a girl, and had received almost
constant practice and exercise since then. I clenched my cunt as hard
as I could around his cock, hearing him grunt from the sudden
tightness of my pussy. I bore down on his crotch, rolling my hips
with his dick contained in my cunt, unwilling to relinquish any of
this incredibly full feeling I was enjoying, even for the sake of
stroking his cock in and out. Instead, I just rolled my hips, gaining
sensations from the way that caused friction between his cock and my
pussy, though as wet as I was, I'm surprised there could be any
friction at all.
All the while I was grinding my clit as hard as possible down against
his pubic bone. Realizing that my body now weighed so little that I
couldn't actually exert much pressure just by force of gravity alone,
I grabbed Greg's sides and pulled myself down on him that way.
Realizing my predicament, Greg grabbed my asscheeks and grinding my
clit down on him with all his force. Desperately rolling my hips, I
began to whimper, then to moan, and finally to scream as my orgasm
raged through me. It seemed to last forever, as the sheer sensation
of the orgasm ate up all the other sensations I had. Bit by bit, I
lost contact with the world, sqeezing my eyes shut until it wasn't
even black anymore, all I saw was white. Eventually I realized I
couldn't even feel Greg fucking me, I couldn't even feel my body, all
I could feel was this collossal orgasm, and I was floating in it with
no reference points whatsoever.
Gradually, I became reaquainted with the real world, and realized I
was too spent and exhausted to move a muscle. I was just lying there
on top of Greg, with his cock still stuck up my pussy, totally limp
with my arms and legs lying askew.
Greg, realizing that I would be no more help to him, and knowing that
fucking with the girl on top requires concentration, eased me off of
him. Rolling over slightly, he deposited on my side in the middle of
his bed. Standing up, he lifted me easily in his arms and carried me
through the bathroom and towards my room. Any suspicion I had that he
was going to gently deposit me on my bed and return to his own room
was proved wrong my the feeling of his prick, so fantastically erect
that it was standing almost vertically against his stomach, pressin up
against my back as he effortlessly carried me.
He did deposit me gently on my bed, but face down. I could already
feel the difference in the size of my tits from the load of cum I had
swallowed in the shower, and all it did was make me horny. Greg
arranged my arms comforably so that I could grasp my tits with what
little strength I had left, and he spread my legs out straight across
the bed. Parting my asscheeks slightly, he reached down deeper
between my legs to get some lubrication from my still dripping pussy.
He brought this lubrication back up along the crack in my ass to my
tight little asshole, and proceeded to rub it in, massaging and
loosening my tail as he did so. When he had done this for a moment or
two, he put both his hands back to holding my cheeks apart, and I felt
a slight pressure against my ass bud. Slowly, and gently, he entered
my rear opening.
Although I had had my ass fucked last night by Greg's roommate, Ian,
while Greg was busily pumping my pussy, I was not prepared for Greg's
mych bigger cock. Apart from being at least two inches longer, Greg's
tool was much thicker and harder, and my asshole was still very tight.
If I had had the strength to do so, I probably would have asked him to
stop, but as it was, I could just lay there on my stomach and knead my
tits weakly. Actually, my exhaustion may very well have been to my
advantage, causing my ass muscles to be more relaxed than they ever
would have been otherwise.
Feeling no resistance, Greg slowly stroked his cock all the way into
my behind. As I lay there and felt it, I was constantly sure that I
had reached the last of it, that any time now he would rub the base of
his cock up against the outside of my asshole. But it must felt even
larger than it had looked, and by the time the base of his cock was
actually touching my poor little asscrack, I was more indecently
filled than I had ever imagined possible. I thought that there
couldn't possibly be any way he could fill me any fuller, but he
grasped my (now noticeably wider) hipbones from behind and pushed into
my ass, fighting to gain another fraction of an inch of insertion. He
seemed reluctant to pull it out, he just wanted to stay there,
completely enveloped in my ass, and so he didn't stroke in and out,
but just clenched my ass to his cock like a vise and tried to thrust
deeper. He never pulled out any, he just tried to go deeper, rocking
back and forth ever so slightly. Thi! s rocking motion caused a
little tiny feeling of friction between his cock and the internal
walls of my asshole, as well as rubbing my clit against the sheets
bunched up under my hairless mound. I rubbed my tits as forcefully as
I could, which wasn't very, and laid there helpless to resist, just
enjoying my assfuck.
Greg continued his attempt to get even further into my ass. I would
have thought he had already penetrated me there as deeply as humanly
possible, but he continued to redouble his efforts, the muscles on his
arms standing out with the strain of pulling my ass back up onto his
prick as hard as possible. His rocking continued, speeding up slowly,
but the miniscule amount of movement he was causing allowed him to
hold out a long time before cumming. I would estimate that he was
straining to further explore my asshole for nearly forty five minutes,
but I might not have been in a good stated to judge, being that I was
so exhausted that I would not have been able to stay awake except for
the fact that I was orgasming reglularly, every five minutes or so.
My clit was getting sore from rubbing against the sheets, and I was
wondering how long he could keep this up, when Greg suddenly let out a
"humph!" and impaled be onto his cock by perhaps another centimeter,
which I would a mom! ent earlier have declared impossible. I could
feel his cock spasming in my behind, and I could only hope that the
condom held, or my tits would be growing even more tonight. Greg held
himself tightly into my ass for nearly thirty seconds, completely
rigid and grunting, before his orgasm subsided. Then he collapsed on
top of me and laid there for a few minutes before gathering his
strength and getting up to stagger drunkenly back towards his room. I
was asleep before he reached my door.
My dreams were exceedingly strange. I dreamt of being in the room
with Tiffany, but I was my old male self again. In the dream, though,
I had never been otherwise. Tiffany's tits were enormous, much larger
than they were in real life (not that her real life tits could ever be
considered small.) I wanted to fuck her, and suddenly we were naked.
Without apparently moving to a bed, we were fucking, and the longer we
fucked, the smaller her tits got. After a while I noticed that I was
growing tits and hips as we fucked, but I still had my dick.
Eventually, Tiffany's tits and hips had shrunk until she was entirely
a guy, except for her pussy, and I was outwardly a woman, with
ridiculously exaggerated tits and ass, except for my dick. As we
continued to fuck, my dick started to shrink, and her pussy became
less concave, moving out to match my dick shrinking back. For one
short second, we both had smooth, featureless crotches that we
nonetheless continued to rub together, t! hen Tiffany began to form a
dick and my own crotch dimpled in and began to resemble a pussy.
Finally, I was completely a woman, with huge breasts the size of
garbage cans, and Tiffany was completely a man, but her dick continued
to grow, stretching me wider and wider as we fucked, stretching me all
out of shape. I felt it continue up into my body, first one foot,
then two feet, until I could feel it almost up to my collarbone, all
inside of me. It hurt, but as it grew it pleasured me even more.
Finally, Tiffany began to cum. I felt warm, salty sperm bubble up
from the back of my throat. My own orgasm began, and that's when I
woke up.
Once again, I woke expecting to find myself a man, but the squashed
sensation of laying on my breasts and the well reamed feeling in my
pussy and asshole reminded me that I was in fact a woman. I looked
towards the window to find that it was dark. I looked at the clock.
12:42. I had slept almost ten hours, and now I was well rested, but I
had nothing to do. I looked over to Tiff's bed, to see her sleeping.
I could make out the round globes of her gigantic tits under the thin
sheet. It looked like she was sleeping topless again. My pussy
started to wet itself.
I got up and headed towards the bathroom looking to survey the damage
I had done by swallowing that one load of cum. The two times before,
I had ingested, either by swallowing or by having them shoot it in my
pussy or ass, multiple loads, so I hoped that the growth would not be
as severe as it was in those cases. My breasts certainly felt
heavier, and my hips seemed to swing out a bit wider as I walked, but
any changes in your body seem like a huge difference to you. I wanted
to look at the mirror and find out how I looked to other people.
All in all, I wasn't pleased but it could have been much worse. I had
been at the point were I had very large tits but they weren't that far
out of the ordinary. Quite a few woman have DD cup breasts, although
most are not as thin as I am. Unfortunately, that means I was at the
point where only a little bit more would put me over the top. Looking
at my new breasts, I thought I still might squeeze into the DD cup
bra, especially because all of my bras were those little half cup
things, but the custom made E cups I saw in the drawer would probably
be more comfortable. The cange was noticable, but not overly
pronounced, but the effect was remarkable. With DD size breasts, I
looked extremely sexy, but was basically a normal girl (on the outside
I mean; I'm currently ignoring the fact that I'm actually a man.)
Now, however, with only a small change in proportion, I looked as it
my body had been purposely designed for sex. My huge tits levitated
out from my chest, so spher! ical that I would almost have thought
they looked fake if it weren't for the fact that they swayed and
jiggled like real tits. My hips had also flared out by an inch or two
on either side, making my waist look thinner. It suddenly occurred to
me that my legs, armpits, and pussy might need to be shaved, but when
I checked them, only my pussy showed any evidence of stubble. Maybe
whoever did this to me made my legs and armpits naturally hairless.
All in all, I was sure I couldn't go outside the room now without
every guy inside of a hundred yards staring at me as I walked. I was
a walking incitement to riot. My only comfort was that the effect was
largely subliminal. The guys who had seen me in class today would
notice me even more tomorrow, but probably wouldn't notice the growth
in my chest and hips. I just had to be sure to avoid cum at any cost.
I put the condoms in the bathroom counter drawer, so I would be able
to grab one as I went from my room to Greg's and Ian'! s. Then, I
decided to get some relief for my dripping pussy and ragingly hard
nipples. I had intended to let Tiffany sleep, but I now decided she
probably wouldn't mind if I woke her up.
I went over to her bed, looking at her gigantic breasts and realizing
for the first time that mine were now the same size. That brought the
new changes in my body home even more, making me realize that this
huge breast size I saw before me was the size that was hanging
buoyantly on my own chest. That astounded me, even though I already
knew it intellectually, but now that I was quickly getting very horny,
it didn't bother me so much. In fact, it didn't bother me at all. I
just kept looking at the size of her tits through the sheet, and
thinking "Mine are like THAT!" My nipples crinkled even more.
I wanted to get a good look at her breasts, so I slowly pulled the
sheets down off of them, being careful not to wake her. I looked at
her like that, laying there on her back with her head pillowed on her
long blond hair and her breasts laying back on themselves so that they
were really high on her chest and didn't fold over at the bottom at
all, but they were still gigantic and stuck up quite far.
It suddenly occurred to me that my breasts were prettier. Ours were
both the same size, but I had only had mine for about two days now,
and at first they had been very small, so gravity hadn't had a chance
to make them sag (and if I had my way, I would soon be a man again and
it never would.) Tiffany's breasts, though they were very spherical
and rode very high on her chest, showed more evidence of gravity than
mine. "Not much, though," I thought to myself. "I'd almost think
that they were fake, if I hadn't felt them. They feel to good, soft
and squishy and firm at the same time, to be silicone breasts.
I wondered how the rest of her would compare to the rest of me. On
our faces, I had no opinion. Hers was pretty, and I knew mine was
too, but after only two days, I was actually starting to get used to
it, and nobody can actually make good judgements about their own face.
My body I could think objectively about, because it hadn't stayed the
same long enough for me to get used to it.
I pulled down the sheet over Tiff's legs, wondering what she was
wearing under it. Nothing, as it turned out. I pulled the sheet all
the way down and off of the bed, revealing her long, smooth legs,
laying bent slightly sideways on the bed. As far as legs went, we
were about even, but mine had the edge I think because they were so
completely smooth. Also, since I had never shaved them, they didn't
have any razor scars. Moving upwards, My hips and ass were a bit
wider and rounder than hers, and my waist flared in slightly more, so
I guess I won on that point. My stomach was flatter, in fact I was a
bit thinner all over my body except for the tits. The tits I already
spoke of. I liked mine better because they sagged less (not that
anyone would have accused Tiffany's of sagging) and also because of
the nipples. Through all the growth that my breasts had gone through,
the nipples had stayed the same size as when I had had A cup boobs.
Now, I found it incredibly erotic t! o have these tiny dime sized
nipples jutting out rock hard on top of these huge E cup breasts.
The final comparison was in the cunt. On that, I won hands down. I
hadn't really had any opinion on this point before, but since I had
become a woman and felt the huge difference in sensation after I
shaved my pussy, I had begun to find the lack of pubic hair exremely
visually arousing as well. Tiff didn't have much of a patch, just a
little tuft of blond hair just above the top of her slit, but to my
mind, any at all was too much. I decided that when I got turned back
into a man, I would suggest to my next girlfriend that she shave off
her pubes, not only for my enjoyment but for the increase in sensation
that I now knew it would bring her. I started to think of Greg's
clean shaven cock, and my breathing got heavier.
I wondered at the fact that, looking at it from an objective point of
view, I was now prettier and made a better woman that Tiffany, who was
a knockout by anyone's standards. Did that make me a knockout? All I
knew is that if I was still a man and I saw a woman who looked like I
did now, I would want to fuck her.
Speaking of wanting to fuck her, I was still getting really horny from
staring at Tiffany's naked, sleeping form. I went over to her and
started to rub my hands over her tits. Then I leaned down, and with
both hands, I put our tits together and started to rub mine up against
hers. Tiffany started to roll her head back and forth and moan in her
sleep. I got up onto the bed and put my knee between her thighs,
rubbing my leg into her crotch. As I rubbed, I could feel the
lubrication seeping out of her pussy. Her eyes started to flutter,
and she moaned "Oh, Chris!"
She wasn't awake yet, so I started to kiss her neck, working my way up
to her lips. I kissed her on the lips, forcing my tongue in between
her lips. I felt her hot breath blowing on my face as I felt my first
kiss as a woman. I stopped to catch my breath, and Tiffany moaned
"Oh, Christopher!"
That brought me up short for a moment. How could she know my real
name, when she'd never met me as a man? I decided that either she was
having a dream like I'd been having earlier, or she was just dreaming
about someone else and the name resemblence was a coincidence.
I went back to kissing her neck. Tiffany's eyes fluttered some more
and then opened, and then closed again as she sank back with a smile
on her face. I was trailing kisses down the middle of her belly,
stopping to insert my tongue for a moment into her belly button, then
continuing down over her little tuft of pubic hair and into her slit.
Her pussy was by this time soaking wet, so I didn't really have to
linger at it for long, but I did anyway for my own enjoyment, and to
tease Tiff for a while.
I licked up and down the creases on the inside of either thigh, not
touching the pussy itself, just stimulating the skin around it. I
moved down to the skin between the pussy and the asshole, almost
touching the ass bud, and licked there for a while (I'm happy to
report that Tiff's ass seemed clean as a whistle.) Then I began
licking the top of her mound, to either side of the carefully shaved
pubic hair.
By this time I knew Tiffany was aching to tell me to eat her out, but
was restraining myself because she didn't want me to know how much I
turned her on. I stopped licking around her cunt and made as if I was
about to go for the main course, but at the last minute I stopped
short. I just stayed there, not touching her cunt but blowing softly
on it, for twenty seconds or so until she couldn't hold back any more,
and she moaned softly, "Eat my pussy! Please! I need it!"
Now that I had been asked, I was happy to oblige. I went to the task
at hand with a vengeance, licking up and down the slit and sucking the
clitorus into my mouth. I inserted my tongue into her cunt hole and
fucked her with it until it started to ache a bit, then took her
clittie back between my lips and sucked it hard. She moaned, half in
pleasure and half in pain. I started to flick her clit gently with my
tongue while still keeping it in my mouth and sucking it, and Tiff
erupted like a volcano. She thrashed around on the bed like a wounded
animal, gripping my head between her legs as if they were pincers, and
I was just along for the ride. I didn't stop sucking her clit,
though, so her orgasm lasted a LONG time. After about minutes,
though, she was done and laying there limp on her bed. I wasn't done,
however. I went over to her dresser drawer and pulled out the strap
on dildo she had fucked me with the day before from it's hiding place
under her sweaters. I bel! ted it on and looked down to see a cock
jutting from between my legs for the first time in two days. It was
extremely weird to have to look between two enormous tits to see it,
and it was longer than mine had been and looked even bigger because
the rest of my body (except tits and ass) was smaller, but I felt
fairly sure that my eight years of experience would carry over, and
I'd be able to use it with some finesse.
I was right. From the minute I stuck it into Tiffany, she perked back
up and was soon fucking wildly. I grabbed her ass and spread her
cheeks as I drove the plastic cock into her pussy, and I shoved my
tongue down her throat. I found that the friction of the base of the
dildo against my clit gave me quite a bit of pleasure, and I tried to
abandon myself to the feeling and fuck her as if I were a man. I
actually tried to pretend for a while that I was a man again, but it
was made impossible by the way our tits rubbed up against each other
as we fucked.
Not that that sensation was at all bad. When I abandoned the idea of
trying to pretend this was actually my real dick and fucked her like
what I actually was (namely, a sex crazed bisexual cum hungry slut) I
found that I actually liked the sensation. Either of us had huge
tits, but when you pressed them up together there was twice as much
flesh between our chests. Our breasts pushed us so far apart that it
was almost hard to reach each other to kiss, and I loved the feel of
our tits and nipples sliding against each other when they began to get
sweaty and slippery.
I was enjoying myself immensely when I suddenly felt hands spreading
my ass cheeks. I looked behind me to see Ian standing there,
grinning.
"Have you got a condom?" I asked, wanting to avoid any further
enlargements.
"Why are you so worried all of a sudden?" he retorted.
For a minute I considered telling him the truth, but I decided that
informing him that cum would cause my breasts to get even bigger might
get me raped, so I just said "I just decided that the other way wasn't
a good idea. Go in the bathroom and get one out of the drawer." He
started to sulk and I added, "I'll make it up to you later."
He did as I asked, and I went back to reaming Tiffany's pussy. She
had offered no objection to Ian joining in, in fact earlier she had
implied that she would want it, so I figured she wouldn't mind. I was
kneading her ass cheeks and pinioning the dildo into her cunt with all
the force I could muster, so I had almost forgotted about Ian when he
returned, condom dutifully applied. I felt hands spreading my ass
cheeks again, and didn't look around, knowing what was about to
happen. Ian put the head of his cock up against my asshole (I could
feel that he had lubricated it with something, probably the KY jelly I
had seen in the bathroom drawer) and pushed it in. It felt tight
because I hadn't had any preliminary warm up to this anal penetration,
but Greg had stretched my ass all out of shape earlier in the day, so
it wasn't painful. It began to feel good almost immediately, and
though it was hard to maintain a consistant rhythm, with three people
involved, I don't think any ! of us minded the times when we would
fall out of sync.
Tiffany came first, and most often. I wouldn't be surprised if she
had orgasmed five times in that session. I came next, and it was a
really good one. I decided that I liked being in a sex sandwich
between a guy and a girl as much as between two guys (and I started to
wonder what it would be like between two girls.) I was thinking about
that when my second orgasm hit, a moment later. This one was more
leisurely and sedate than the first, but no less enjoyable. I was
just winding down from that one when Ian tensed up, grunted, and shot
his load. I waited for a moment, but I could feel no tingle in my
breasts. Apparently, my plan had worked.
We disentangled ourselves and lay on the bed for a moment, gathering
our strength. It was then that I noticed Greg standing in the corner,
slowly massaging his dick. I didn't know how long he was there, but
decided I didn't have many secrets from a guy who had been inside all
three of my major orifices (except for the one big secret, but I
didn't see any way he could find that out,) so I just shrugged to
myself and got up, walking over to him.
I applied a condom to his cock with the same technique I had used
earlier, thinking to myself that if this went on, I would have to buy
condoms by the gross. Then I kneeled on the floor in front of him,
sucking his condom encased cock for all I was worth. I didn't know
where I had developed this appetite for sucking dick, but I assumed it
had been a side effect of my chemically induced craving for cum.
Whatever the reason, I enjoyed doing it now, as I licked up the
underside of Greg's huge, smooth shaft and let the tip of my tongue
dance on the mushroom shaped head. After teasing the tip of his cock,
I suddenly enveloped it. After the face fucking I had received, I
found it possible (though still by no means easy) to take his entire
length down my throat. I still had to fight for it, shaking my head
back and forth as if to say "no" when what I was really thinking was
"YES!"
Finally, I had it all down my throat, and I felt him take a hold of my
head again and begin to fuck his cock in and out of my mouth.
Realizing that he could now take his pleasure of my mouth at his own
pace, I reached down to give myself some relief. I brushed my left
hand across my breasts, lightly touching my nipples, which were again
in pleasant pain from being so erect. My right hand went directly
down into my soaking crotch. I slid it gently across my mound,
feeling the slightest hint of stubble (must remember to shave) and
parted my lips, inserting two fingers into my hole. I didn't need any
sort of prelude or foreplay, I was already as wet and horny as it was
possible to get. I pumped my index and middle fingers in and out of
my hole, and my thumb found my clit and started to massage that. I
found that it worked best if I didn't try to move my thumb. The
constant movement caused by my shoving my first two fingers in and out
of my opening caused enough movement ! in my thumb to do the job on
my clit.
My left hand was still massaging my breasts, one at a time. More
accurately, part of one at a time, because they were now so enormous
that I could never hope to fit one completely into anyone's hand, let
alone my own dainty feminine ones. My tits felt warm and good, but I
wanted to be filled in another place, so I slipped my left hand down
into my pussy for some lubrication, and then reached around behind
myself, parting my ass cheeks.
My asshole had been much used since last time I had masturbated it,
and It was somewhat larger than it had been. I now found that I could
fit two fingers into it, not at all uncomfortably. I relaxed there on
my knees, luxuriating in the feeling of being completely full, ass and
pussy. I savored the feeling of my fingers pumping in and out of me,
front and back, as Greg fucked my face at top speed.
Finally, I began to cum. I stuck my fingers up my ass and into my
pussy up to their knuckles and just rode out the orgasm like that,
sucking Greg's cock into my mouth harder as I sqealed my pleasure.
The sight of my playing with my pussy and asshole, quite
understandably, had been quite a turn on for Greg, and he began to
buck his hips in that characteristically uncontrollable way and filled
his condom with cum. I fell back from where I had planted his face in
his crotch, and lay there on my ass for a moment, looking over to
where Ian and Tiffany were.
I needn't have worried about making introductions. Ian was seated on
the edge of Tiffany's bed, and Tiff was servicing him in much the way
I had just been doing to Greg. She was also playing with herself,
like me, but instead of fingers up her ass she had the dildo that I
had recently been fucking her pussy with. Satisfied that they were
taken care of, or at least were taking care of each other, I turned
back to Greg.
Greg pushed me over onto my back, and then he lowered himself onto the
floor next to me. His cock was hardening again, but slowly, and I
decided to give it a little hand. I reached out and took it in my
hand, stroking it slowly back and forth. This action, at least, felt
totally natural. I had done it so many times to myself, it was just
weird to be doing it to someone else. Greg, meanwhile, had reached up
to play with my enormous breasts (what man wouldn't?) and was rolling
the nipples around between his thumb and forefinger. This sensation
made them even harder, and I started to moan louder and rub his dick
faster. Greg started to thrust his hips up against me, and soon he
couldn't stop himself from mounting me and entering my pussy.
I can't say this enough times: I LOVED having my pussy fucked. The
sensation of being full was unbelievable; the ecstasy of fucking was
still there, but with this added pressure. Not to say that I didn't
want to be a man again, but as long as I was a girl I wanted to do
this as often as possible.
I don't think Greg minded either. He reared up between my spread legs
and pounded into me with incredible force, while I was all the while
encouraging him to fuck me even harder. I reached down between my
outstretched legs to feel his dick going in and out of my opening with
my hand, reassuring myself that these wonderful sensations I was
feeling from my crotch were, in fact, real.
Greg continued to pump away at my pussy, his hands gripping my hips
tightly for leverage. It occurred to me that there was a much better
grip now than there had been when I woke up yesterday as a woman, and
I actually gloried in the fact. If I was going to be a woman, even
for only a short time, I was glorying in the fact that I was a huge
titted, round assed whore of a woman, who was repeatedly fucking both
of these two guys who I had yet to exchange more than a few sentences
with.
I thought back to how I would probably reacted in a similar situation
when I was still a man, and realized that these two certainly didn't
mind. All they really wanted was sex, and as that was all I was
interested in from them, I felt we had a fair exchange. I abandoned
myself again to the sheer sensation of Greg's cock sliding in and out
of my two day old pussy, feeling the shaved, hairless area above his
cock slap up against the smooth mound above my clit. I really
preferred Greg's hairless cock to Ian's hairy one.
By now, Greg was starting to speed up in his fucking me and his
breathing was becoming irregular. I felt my own orgasm hit without
warning, rushing through my body like fire through my veins, and I
screamed my appreciation so loud that everyone up and down the hall
must have heard it. I felt like I was seeping slowly away from myself
as I dissolved into a puddle on the floor. Greg tensed up and shot
another load into his already full condom. He drove his dick all the
way into my pussy and left it there for a bit, while he recuperated.
I savored the full feeling all the more because I knew it wouldn't
last much longer now. Soon, he pulled out of me and got up, walking
back to his room. Ian, having recently reached his own orgasm,
followed his roommate, leaving me and Tiffany as two well pleased
sluts, lying exhausted about our room.
I awoke the next morning still on the floor, with dried pussy juice
all over my thighs. I had awoken already with the decision not to go
to class today, and as it turned out I didn't really even have the
option, as it was already ten o'clock and Tiff had already left for
class.
I got up in a leisurely manner, and headed for the shower. I stopped
on the way to examine myself in the mirror. Yes, my judgement last
night had been correct, the condoms had stopped my tits from getting
any bigger. I felt relieved, but also slightly disappointed. The man
in me wanted to see tits that grew completely out of proportion with
the rest of my body.
I got into the tub and washed off my body, feeling the spray of the
shower wash over my sensitive skin. I let it linger as long as
possible on my huge mammaries, as the hot water was really the only
thing that could make my nipples relax completely. They were
otherwise always at least a little bit erect. I felt down between my
legs and lathered up my mound, shaving it again so that it would be
completely smooth. I checked my legs and armpits again, and concluded
finally that they were now permanantly hairless.
I got out of the shower and toweled myself off. I went back into the
room and began to get dressed. I picked out a blue pair of thong
panties, again avoiding the pink, and one of the half cup bras to
match. Yes, the E cup did fit much more comfortably than the DD. I
then pulled on a pair of jeans and a t shirt.
I had to check to make sure that the jeans were the same size as the
ones I had worn to class yesterday. They were so tight I could barely
get them over my hips, even completely unzipped, and when I did I had
a hell of a time zipping them up. I looked at myself in the mirror
and realized that they fit me like a second skin. Even my formerly
loose t shirt was stretched tight over my tits, and my nipples were
showing through with no possibility of mistake. I decided that, if I
looked this indecent even in clothes, there was no point, and I may as
well be comfortable.
I lounged around in my underwear. My tits were actually more
comfortable in the bra, because of the extra support, and I looked at
myself in the mirror wearing just bra and no panties, and decided that
I looked stupid (I wouldn't admit even to myself that I actually was
enjoying the feeling of the g string wedging itself up into my ass,
and rubbing back and forth against my ass nub as I shifted and moved
around.)
I watched TV most of the day, but as daytime TV wasn't that
interesting (even if I was now a girl, I still couldn't get into soap
operas and talk shows) mostly what I did was masturbate. Spending a
whole day with my hands in my panties kept me fairly satiated, and
when a knock came on the door connecting our room to the guy's at
about three o'clock, I said "Come in!" without any immediate intention
of raping whoever it was.
It was Ian, and to my surprise, he was fully clothed. I lay there
unselfconsciously, knowing that he had already seen me even less
covered up than this.
It turns out that the boys wanted to invite me to go with them to a
party. I didn't really want to get into the habit of going out on
dates with men, but I figured that since it was both of them, it
couldn't really be called a date.
"Jeans and a t shirt ok?" I asked, not really expecting a dress code.
"Actually," he replied, "it's a bit more upscale than that."
He left before I had a chance to respond, so I didn't get the chance
to beg off. As I thought about it, though, I decided that wearing a
dress wouldn't be so bad. It wasn't like I'd look like a man in drag.
I had the kind of body currently that was supposed to wear dresses.
Also, I was kind of tired of staring at the television, and I wanted
to get out and do something.
We all left for the party at about ten o'clock. I still hadn't heard
seen or heard from Tiffany, but I picked out a black dress (the
longest one I had, and still the hem was closer to my hips than my
knees) and some VERY low heels, and I was carrying a purse. I still
wasn't bothering with cosmetics, but I wanted to carry a few condoms
with me, just in case.
When we got to the party, at a fraternity house, I was surprised to
see that as yet I was the only girl there. The frat boys were
standing around looking kind of dejected, so I assumed that this
wasn't the plan. They were all doing a good job of drowning their
sorrows in beer, however. Being the only girl there, and possessing a
figure that could stop traffic, I had an endless supply of drinks
being handed to me, and I soon became quite drunk. All these faces I
didn't know were whirling around me, and I was wondering why they all
seemed to be trying to flirt with me. I was a MAN, wasn't I?
After an interminable time, I found myself upstairs in someone's
private bedroom with Ian. None of the other girls invited had shown
up, or at least they hadn't stayed that long, and all the guys were
doing quite a job of drinking themselves into a stupor. Ian and I had
slipped away upstairs for a little quickie, after I had felt inside my
purse to make sure I had a condom.
I was bent over the bed, my dress hiked up and my thong panties pushed
to one side, and Ian was behind me, rubbing his dick and applying the
condom. When he pushed into my pussy from behind, it felt so
different, because I was drunk and so much more relaxed than before.
I just rode along the fuck, in a blissful, erotic floating state,
until I noticed something. I had been letting Ian fuck me doggy style
for a while, and suddenly it felt different. It felt like the condom
was bunched up around the base of his cock.
"Pull out and make sure the condom's alright," I said
I felt him do so, and then he said "Shit. Damn thing broke."
What followed was too important a decision to be made in such a
drunked state. I had already had a little bit of his pre cum in me,
and that accelerrated my need for more. Apart from that, I was more
than a little drunk, and feeling the amiable apathy that strong drink
brings with it, so before I knew it, Ian had put his cock back into my
pussy and was fucking me again, and I hadn't raised even a token
protest.
The first thing I realized was that it actually felt much better to e
fucked by a bare cock than one encased in latex. I felt bare skin
against my vaginal walls again, and I loved the feeling. I had gotten
used to the feeling of being fucked, it seemed almost normal to me
now, and I was enjoying the hell out of this particlular fuck. Ian
reached around the front of me and pulled my dress up over my head,
leaving me in just my bra and underwear, his dick still pushing the
thong to one side and pumping in and out of my slit.
He then reached down to my pussy and began to rub my clit as his dick
stroked in and out of my hole. As usual, this sensation drove me over
the edge, and as I tensed around him, gripping his cock with my inner
walls, he reached his own orgasm and shot his cum up into me.
The tingling in my tits returned with a vengeance, stronger now that I
hadn't felt it in days, and in my drunked state I actually found it
quite pleasant. I still knew that more cum would increase the
sensation, and all I really wanted right then was to feel more of the
wonderful warm, throbbing feeling in my hips and tits, so I quicky
turned around and began to lap all my pussy juice off of Ian's dick.
I licked the length of it and took it into my mouth all the way in the
first stroke, continuing to massage it with my tongue and pump it in
and out of my face, but keeping it contained in my mouth and sucking
it as hard as I could. I made no attempt to vary the sensation, I
just stuck with what I know worked fastest. I now had no intention of
just making him hard again with my mouth so he could fuck me again, I
just wanted his cum inside me as fast as I could get it. When he
came, in record time, I swallowed it without stopping and didn't
pause, just continued sucking him to another orgasm.
When I heard the door open I didn't even look up. I just spread my
legs so that Greg could pull off my panties, leaving me clothed only
in my half cup bra (which was doing nothing, as I was on my hands and
knees and my tits were hanging down out of the cups.) He then
slithered up under me and slid his dick into my pussy. I was glad, it
was just one more source of the cum that I needed so badly.
I went on like that, sucking Ian's cock while Greg screwed me, and
ingesting every drop of cum I could possibly get, when I noticed
something. I was being fucked in the ass as well.
I tried to look behind me to see who it was, but Ian was nearing
orgasm again and he just grabbed my face and stroked it up and down
his cock. I relaxed to the thought, after all it wouldn't be the
first time this week I had fucked some guy I didn't even know, and I
craved more cum. I was addicted to it, I needed it now more than I
had before, and the craving before had been almost unbearable.
I floated off into a haze of sex. Each time someone would shoot a
load of cum into me, someone else would immediately take their place
in one of my holes. I wasn't even doing anything anymore, I was just
kneeling there on my hands and knees on the bed, as these guys fucked
my face, pussy, and asshole. I was just a receptacle for their cum,
and that was fine with me. I needed all they could give, and more. I
serviced them all, and they began coming back for seconds. The cum
filled up my openings, and began dripping out, but I knew that as long
as it was touching my skin it would soothe my need for it, so I just
cried out for more.
The tingling in my breasts and hips was now enough that it was getting
me off on it's own. As long as they kept cumming on or in me, the
tingling kept up, so I was stuck in this constant orgasm that lasted
hours. As you may imagine, it's hard to be to upset about anything
while you're constantly cumming, so I didn't even raise a fuss when
some bright boy got the idea that they didn't have to keep fucking my
cum drenched holes (by now we were far past 'sloppy seconds.' I had
serviced at least twenty five guys, and some of them were on thirds or
fourths) but instead they could just jack off onto me. As the guy who
had been fucking my pussy got out from under me, I realized that I was
still on all fours, but my breasts were resting quite firmly on the
bed. Looking down at them, I could actually see them growing! Very
slowly, to be sure, but any visible growth was way too much with
regards to my already overlarge breasts. As I said before, though,
it's hard to mind anythin! g while you're having an uncontrollable,
three hour long orgasm, and the cum they were spurting onto me from
their drunken circle jerk kept my hips and tits throbbing enough to
keep the orgasm up, so I just stayed there. After a little while, I
turned over onto my back, so that I could reach down and massage my
cunt and finger my asshole while they jacked off on me. This just
increased the speed with which they came, and the volume of cum that
was splattering down on me, which once again increased the tingling.
I was in ecstasy.
I have no idea how long it lasted, all I know is that I woke up the
next morning back in my room. Greg and Ian must have brought me back,
unconscious. There was no way this morning that I could wake up still
thinking I was a man. The immense weight on my chest dispelled that
notion before I could even formulate it. I sat up slowly, feeling my
ponderous breasts hanging down almost to my lap. Looking down, I
couldn't even gage their size. I decided to go the the bathroom for a
closer look.
I staggered all the way there. It wasn't a hangover (actually, I felt
pretty good,) it was just that my tits hurt a little from the weight
whenever I moved and the unbelievable weight of my breasts threatened
to overbalance me and send me toppling over. I reached the bathroom,
took a deep breath, and looked at myself in the mirror.
I started from the bottom, allowing my gaze to travel upwards. My
hairless pussy was still naked, apparently whoever had tucked me into
bed hadn't bothered to dress me. My hips were supernaturally wide,
and as I turned to the side I saw that my ass stuck out in a full half
circle. My gaze slid up again, past my impossibly thin waist (but not
much past it) to rest on my tits. Standing sideways like this, they
stuck out more than a foot. As I turned to face the mirror head on, I
saw that they were larger than watermelons.
I stood there transfixed by the new size of my breasts. I had never
imagined such an exaggerrated set of proportions on a female body. I
was appalled, but at the same time it made me impossibly horny. Here
was, in truth, too much of a good thing, but my animal nature couldn't
help reacting to that good thing. My little hairless pussy was
soaking wet, and my nipples (grown somewhat now to quarter size, which
still looked ridiculously, arousingly small and pointy on these
mammoth mammaries) were already rock hard. I had to masturbate, but
first I had to try something.
I went out to my room (still no Tiffany) and rummaged through my
underwear drawer, coming out with the size H custom made bra that was
the largest I had been provided with. Strapping it on and pulling it
up my torso, I found that even it was entirely too small. My
over-generous tits flowed out over the half cups, cascading down in
front of them and looking generally ridiculous. I could never go
outside with tits this size, certainly not without a bra.
What could I do?
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