Message-ID: <12172eli$9806141628@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: <URL:http://www.qz.to/erotica/assm/Year98/12172.txt> From: "Edward Miller" <zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com> Subject: {EdMiller} Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: <usenet-approval@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded <story-admin@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Story-Submission: <story-submit@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Original-Message-ID: <19980614150411.25892.qmail@hotmail.com> Help! (2/3?) (tg, m/f, f/f, breast growth) A sequel to Nymphomania By Ed Miller As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com I should warn you, ladycyrrh labeled another of my stories "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned. Oh, and in case you were wondering, this story is fictitious. All the characters in situations in it are fictitious. It's not true. Really. Part 2: Obviously, nobody got my previous message. Well, that's ok, I've got time on my hands now, and nothing to do but try again. I'll repeat: I don't know where she's holding me, but someone, you have to help me somehow! Well, I guess I should get down to the details. This post will never get past the moderator if I don't tell you what's happened since I last posted. I already told you about my first evening as a woman. As a woman again, I should say. Actually, I don't know what I should say. The English language isn't really set up to discuss this sort of thing. After I finished writing my post, I laid down in the bed that I'd been provided with and tried to get to sleep, but I knew I wouldn't succeed. I was so horny I could taste it. Tiffany had left me alone in my room, without giving me any satisfaction, and if that wasn't bad enough, I had made it worse. I had sat there at the computer and recounted all the events that had transpired, particularly the sex, and that hadn't helped at all to lessen my arousal. My pussy was dripping wet, and I knew I'd have to do something to get some relief before I could actually sleep. I tried to avoid it, tried to get my mind off of sex. I got up and walked around the room, examining it and trying to think of ANYTHING but sex. The room itself was comfortable, but not lavish. Over in the corner was a dresser which (I discovered) held lots of women's clothes. There were T-shirts and jeans, which I knew I would wear given a choice, as well as dresses and some slutty skirts, which I knew Tiffany would try to find some way to force me into. The underwear, of course, was a nightmare. Thong-style panties and half-cup bras, cut away so that they would hold up my tits, but not cover my nipples. The bras, also predictably, ranged in size from A-cup, past F-cup, to custom-made sizes, which ranged up to some so large I didn't think I'd be able to walk if I had breasts big enough to fill them. The top left drawer of the dresser, however, was the one that got me. I opened it up, only to find a selection of dildos. And I mean a WIDE selection, ranging from about six-inches up to more than a foot. Some were smooth rubber, while some were molded to resemble a real dick, complete with balls. There were strap-ons of all sizes, as well as double-ended dildos. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I was entranced. I knew that it was just part of the effect of what Tiffany had done to me, but I couldn't stop. I reached out and took two of the most realistic-looking fake dicks, one about eight inches and the other easily a full twelve, both with molded balls attatched. I returned to the bed. Laying back and accepting my fate, at least temporarily, I spread my legs and felt in between my pussy lips with my hand. I was soaking wet. I took the larger dildo and ran it down along my newly-shaven crotch. I was wet and slippery, so the head of the fake dick slid easily over my mound and down towards my hole. I didn't immediately go that far, however. I slid the dildo back and forth against my clit, feeling the hard little ball of flesh rigidly jutting out from my crotch, almost like a tiny cock. The intensity of the sensation was immense. I couldn't take it any longer, so I slid the head down between my lips and inserted it into my hot, soaking cunt. I could feel my hole spreading and stretching wider to accommodate the shaft inside me. I was well lubricated, as well as spreading my legs as far as they'd go, so it wasn't too hard to get it inside of me, but inserting it the whole way was rather more difficult. I could feel the dildo sliding along my inner walls, but I was still pretty tight, and could only get it in about two thirds of the way. I moaned with the pleasure of the penetration, however, and I didn't really mind working up to the full twelve inches, if each practice session felt this good. I kept the bigger dildo working in and out of my pussy, but my asshole was aching to be fucked, so I decided to give it a bit of a workout as well. I turned over onto my stomach and hiked my ass up into the air, like I had earlier while masturbating on the table. Still fucking my pussy full speed with one dildo, I inserted the other up into my back hole. With all the pussy juice that had leaked out of me so far, I didn't need to worry about lubrication. I worked both the fake cocks in and out of myself, as hard and fast as I could. I was enjoying the hell out of the fucking I was giving to myself. I could feel my orgasm coming up quickly, but suddenly I could feel a cooler feeling in both my pussy and ass. I couldn't stop fucking myself, though, so I ignored it and rode out my orgasm, feeling it rock throughout my body. When the last spasms of orgasm had expired, I slowly withdrew the dildo from my cunt to examine it. Rolling to my back and bringing it up to my face, I looked at the tip, shocked to find that thick, white liquid was dripping from the tip, where the hole would be if it were a real cock. I brought the dildo closer to my face and took the tip of it gingerly into my mouth. I had known, but I had to be sure. It was cum. I suddenly realized that I could feel the long-forgotten tingling sensation spreading out from my crotch, concentrating in my tits. I knew I was growing again. And I couldn't stop. My left hand resumed fucking my asshole vigorously with one of the dildos, and I could feel more of the cool cum, so unlike the hot jism that shot from living dicks, oozing out into my ass. The other dildo was still in my mouth, and I found that I couldn't take it out to resume fucking my pussy. I didn't want to. Instead, I sucked it deeper into my mouth, eager to get more cum from it. I sucked as hard as I could, still fucking my own ass. I knew what I was doing to myself, but I couldn't stop. I could feel the cool smooth plastic sliding into my mouth, over my tongue. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked harder. I ran my tongue over the fake veins of it's surface. I could feel myself heating up even more at the image I knew I was making; a hot slut sucking on a fake cock. It felt completely different from what I remembered of cocksucking, though. With a real cock, it was hot and warm, thrusting itself in and out of me. With the dildo, on the other hand, the shaft was cool, and didn't move at all except at my direction. But the biggest difference was the cum. It didn't explode out at the very end of the orgasm, like it did with a real dick, but instead it oozed out slowly the whole time. The harder I sucked, the more I got. And I was sucking as hard as I could. I continued to orgasm, playing with my cunt by hand with dildos dripping cum in my ass and mouth. After a while, I found I could actually remove the one from my mouth, but only to bring it down to my chest. My tits, substantially larger now, were where I needed the cum the most, and I rubbed the dildo around on them to release it. I could feel it sliding against my sensitive breasts, catching up against the hard points of my nipples. I shivered each time that happened. Amazingly, more cum was still oozing slowly from the hole. I knew it must have released more than a typical load by now. I could feel the tingling that meant my tits were still growing. I could feel my ass spreading wider against the sheets as my hips slowly grew. And still I kept fucking myself until the last drop of cum had been extracted from the dildos. Only then did I fall asleep. I awoke the next morning, rolling over in the bed and feeling my tits shift on my chest. My hands sprang up to my chest to examine them. What had I done? I sat up, holding a breast in each of my hands, to examine the effects of the previous night's masturbation session on my figure. My breasts were much larger now, perhaps around the size of round, smooth softballs. All things considered, it could have been worse. At least they weren't freakishly huge. I looked across the room at the mirror (of course Tiffany would have provided me with a mirror. The image that greeted me there was of a very pretty blonde girl, sitting up in bed and fondling her large, but not gigantic, breasts. It made me horny. I stopped quickly, to avoid getting even more aroused. I was, of course, turned on and horny upon awakening, but it was slight enough that I could ignore it. I didn't dare get up to leave the room; I knew how I would react as soon as I ran into another person. And I was still hoping that the news posting I had sent out the night before would do some good. So I just sat there, on the bed, idly kneading my tits. It didn't take long before the door opened and Tiffany burst in. At the sight of her, I could feel myself losing control over my own body, suppressing what I wanted to do in favor of acting out a part that she had set for me. My hands crept back up to my chest and I started to knead my breasts harder, moaning slightly and looking towards her with arousal. "Get up," Tiffany ordered. "Get dressed. I've got something for you to do." I did as I was told. Taking the clothes that Tiffany handed me, I found myself dressing in a T-shirt and jeans. Over my underwear of course, which consisted of black half-cup bra and miniscule panties. I found, as I had suspected, that my tits were indeed C-cup. At least she didn't have me wearing one of those dresses. "Well, my little slut, you're going to go out and get yourself fucked today. Would you like that?" she asked. I could feel myself nodding, and I giggled in agreement. I actually GIGGLED. "Good, I thought you might. Come with me." With that, Tiffany led me out of the room and through a maze of hallways that soon passed beyond my comprehension, enraptured as I was by the view of her ass wiggling under her tight skirt. She gently rebuked my constant attempts to get her to fuck me, as she led me out of the building and in a car that drove me quickly to a mall. Tiffany got out with me and led me by the hand again, gently restraining me when I tried to rub against her, into a clothing store. I turned away from Tiffany for a moment, and when I turned back, she was gone. I didn't care; it suddenly left me free to find someone to fuck me. It was the strangest thing: while part of my mind was rebelling, another part was following Tiffany's instructions and acting like a horny slut looking for someone to fuck. I saw a likely looking guy, and walked past him, making sure to bump into him and press my tits up against him. He dropped his packages. "I'm sorry," I heard myself breathe, in sexy tones. "It's ok, it's only clothes," he replied, staring at my body. I knew I had him. We made small talk, which was easy because he was doing more looking than talking, and soon I had gotten myself invited to his house. When we got there, he tried to hold the door for me, but I was too horny, I just pushed him inside. And straight to the bedroom. He was too slow undressing, so I stripped him as fast as I could. I needed cum. I stood up next to the bed to take off my clothes. I could see him staring at my body in the light that filtered through the window. I got into the bed, feeling him reach up to cup my tits. As he rubbed them, I moaned in pleasure. It felt so good. His hands slid back to my ass, though, and I didn't mind. He began to knead my cheeks, and I could feel my pussy getting even wetter. I trailed my mouth down past his neck, tweaking his nipple with my tongue on the way to his crotch. I held his rock-hard dick in my hand and teased the tip with my mouth. When he tried to push forward to penetrate my lips, I pulled back. He couldn't take it for very long, and he grabbed me by my arms, pushing me onto my back. He rolled his dick around the outside of my shaved pussy for a minute, and then thrust it inside of me. I was in ecstasy from the first thrust. Almost immediately, he reached around me to grab my ass, driving his dick into me with a vise-like grip. I loved it. I could feel his dick pushing into me so far that it hit the back wall of my cunt. I moaned louder in pleasure, feeling hot dick filling my pussy. Slut that I was, I could hear myself begging him for more. I came in an eruption of an orgasm, feeling the pussy juice oozing out of me like lava to cover my bald mound. His dick kept going in me, fucking me wildly, as I screamed and thrashed, scratching his back with my nails. I relaxed against the bed as my orgasm waned, feeling his stiff prick still pummeling my wet pussy. When he came, it sounded almost as good as mine. He grunted, tensing every muscle in his body, and thrust his cock all the way up into me. I felt like he was going to split me open as he came into my cunt, filling me with what felt like gallons of HOT cum. I knew this would have dire consequences, but I couldn't stop. I pushed him off and kneeled nest to him, ready to make him horny again so I could get more cum. I reached up to my chest and started to massage my tingling tits. I could feel that they had already started to grow slightly. I lifted them and rubbed them, tugging on the nipples. I kept at my breasts with one hand and reached the other down to my pussy. I started to massage my clit, occasionally inserting a finger for more lubrication. When his gaze dropped down to where I was playing with myself, his eyes widened and his hardening dick sprang back to a full erection. I immediately got on my hands and knees in the center of the bed, sticking my now-wider ass up in the air and wagging it back and forth, enticingly. My body was acting against my will, and this surprised even me. But I was even more surprised at what escaped my mouth when he got behind me and started to push his dick back into my pussy. "Not there," I said. "I want you in my ass." I could feel his dick get even harder against my ass cheeks. Even that felt good, as he inserted himself into my tighter, back hole and started to fuck me. I could feel it rubbing in and out of my back door. He fucked me there for a long time, reaching forward to knead my now-larger breasts and pull me backwards, impaling my ass on his dick. After almost fifteen minutes, he started to buck his hips faster, and his hand slipped down from my breast to my clit. I started to cum almost immediately. His assfuck was great, but the extra sensation of his finger on my clit sent me over the edge. I started to moan even louder, grunting and bucking my hips back against him, sending his fat dick even further up into my asshole. My orgasm was intense, and my thrashing around obviously set him off as well, because I could feel his hot cum shoot up into my asshole, filling me with warm cum in yet another hole. After he stopped fucking my asshole, I was limp. I just lay there on the bed for a moment, as I felt it shift. He got up and headed for the bathroom and I heard the water running. I knew he was washing his dick and I was glad, because I was horny again and I didn't want to play with it right after he pulled it out of my ass. I could feel the tingling sensation in my tits, making me hornier. I looked down to see that they were still growing. Judging from my prior experience (being turned into a woman does wonders for being able to guess breast sizes) I figured I was now about a DD-cup. Maybe a little larger. I didn't care, though. Due to Tiffany's hypnosis, I was firmly acting the slut, and I found myself actually wanting BIGGER breasts. He got back on the bed and laid down, obviously expecting to go to sleep now. I had other plans. I jumped into his lap, grinding my dripping pussy down into his crotch and rubbing my tits up against his chest. I had him horny again, I knew, but I didn't want a fuck. I wanted his cum where it would do the most good. I trailed my mouth down along his torso, dragging my breasts before it. I could feel my nipples rubbing against his skin, getting bigger and harder even as my tits continued to grow. When I reached his cock, I engulfed it into my mouth. There was no teasing this time. I wanted his cum, and I wanted it as fast as possible. I licked and sucked on the shaft, swallowing it whole. I sucked it as hard as I could. I could feel it rubbing up against my tongue and the sides of my mouth, filling my face. My hand slipped down to my pussy and started to finger it frantically. I was rubbing fingers in and out of myself at warp speed, and sucking his cock as hard as I could. I could feel myself starting to cum and, moaning louder, I moved my ass to the side so that he could look past my bobbing head and see me playing with myself. Once he took his eyes off of my now quite substantial melons and saw that I was masturbating, he started to cum. I orgasmed at the same time. His cum started to shoot out of his dick in spurts, but only the first spurt landed in my mouth. As soon as I knew he was cumming, I grabbed his cock with my hand and took it from my mouth, aiming it at my tits. This was where I needed the cum most. He shot loads of cum, all over my tits. I was amazed that he had so much left, after the loads that he had planted in my pussy and asshole. As he continued to shoot cum onto my tits, I reached up and slathered it around on them, feeling the tingling increase again as I rubbed cum into my slippery breasts. By the time he finished cumming, they were soaked. I didn't stop then, though. My mouth went right back to his dick, sucking the semi-erect shaft. It felt strange to suck a cock that wasn't rock hard, but all I knew was that I needed him to cum again. I sucked his soft dick, rolling it around between my lips, until it began to harden again. I could feel him tense up the moment before he started to cum, so I leaned back and jacked him off, this time getting his full load onto my already cum-covered titties. I sighed with relief as it hit. I couldn't stop myself, though. My mouth went right back to his dick. I could feel my tits growing, but I just kept sucking. Again and again he came (and I did, with my hand planted firmly between my legs,) but I kept going until finally he passed out from even the groggy half-conscious state he had been in for the last two or three orgasms. I couldn't get his dick to cum again, no matter how hard I tried. That was ok; I was satisfied (momentarily, at least.) I found that, now that he was asleep, I was in control of myself again. I got up and went into the bathroom to survey the damage. Looking in the mirror, I saw that my breasts were much bigger than they had been. They felt like they were about done growing, and they looked like they were about an E-cup. On my tiny frame, that looked pretty big. As covered with cum as they were, I shouldn't be surprised. I remembered how large they had gotten last time, though, and suppressed a shiver. Looking at the rest of my body, I saw that my hips seemed wider and my ass was rounder, but of course nothing was as drastic as the growth in my chest. I reached up to touch the huge globes that now hung from my chest. I was amazed at how sensitive they were, and how hard my nipples were. I started to get horny again, and Tiffany walked nonchalantly into the bathroom. "Sucked him dry, did you?" she asked. Now that I wasn't alone, I was out of control again. All I could do was nod, while pinching my nipples and tugging on them, trying to entice Tiffany into letting me touch her. She held me at arm's length. "Wash all that cum off of your tits. You're coming with me." All I could do was to comply. I realized, when I was finished, that there were no clothes in the apartment to fit my newly enlarged body. I turned towards Tiffany to see her holding a clump of clothing. I took it from her docilely, and sat on the bed to put it on. It consisted of a bra even skimpier than the one I had worn before, which was an accomplishment as the tits it was holding up were now much bigger, and a T-shirt and cut-off jean shorts. That's it. No panties. I got the bra on, confirming that my tits were now an E-cup, and then put on the rest. The T-shirt bared my midriff from just below my tits, and looked like it was sprayed on. The shorts were even tighter, and cut off so short that they rode up my ass. I could feel the seam of the jeans rubbing up against my ass crack and my hairless pussy. Tiffany led me out of the guy's apartment (I realized I didn't know his name) to her car in the parking lot. She drove directly back to the building we had come from, with me sitting in the front seat. I was squirming around in the seat. I could feel cum oozing out of my pussy and my ass, wetting the little jean shorts that were rubbing up against my clit. I ground my crotch down into the seat, feeling my shorts pull up even tighter against my cunt and ass. I couldn't help myself. I had to masturbate. I reached down and unzipped my shorts. I was amazed I was doing this in a car in the middle of the city, where anyone could see me, but I couldn't stop. I pushed my hand down into them, spreading and entering my pussy. The shorts were so tight I could barely get my hand into them. I managed, however, and started working on my pussy. The other hand reached up to my chest. I pulled my shirt up over my tits, anxious to feel them. All I encountered was bra, however, and I worked at the clasp mercilessly with one hand. It was awkward to undo it that way, but I wasn't about to stop masturbating for a second. Finally, it came undone, and my tits erupted from their confinement out into the open air. My nipples sprang to erection immediately, and I struggled out of my shirt and bra, throwing the bra out the open window. Finally, I could feel my tits. It felt so good to caress those gigantic mounds of flesh. My other hand was still working furiously at my pussy, while the other hand roamed over my tits. I had enough tit now to give it quite a lot of area for roaming. I could feel myself fondling my breasts, pinching and twisting gently on the nipples, but I wasn't in control. My arousal and Tiffany's hypnosis were in control. I could feel my hand working faster at my pussy, and I knew that I was nearing an orgasm. I started to tug harder on my breasts. My hand worked furiously at my crotch, confined in it's movements by my tight shorts, and the other hand was hardly less insistent at it's attentions to my chest. I could feel the orgasm coming, and I ground my ass down into the seat. Thrusting my finger all the way up into my cunt, I let the orgasm envelop me. I rode it out as long as it would last, tugging on my tits and trying to get my finger further up into my twat. When it finally subsided, I opened my eyes and looked to the right. We were stuck at a stoplight, and by the look on the face of the guy in the car next to us, he'd been watching for quite a while. I covered my tits with my hands, hunting around for my bra and shirt. "You threw the bra out the window," Tiffany offered from the seat next to me. I turned to see her, smirking. "Here's the shirt, though." She handed it to me, and I put it on, gratefully. We kept on driving towards the building I had come from originally. When we arrived, Tiffany led me straight to my room and left me there, even though I was begging her for some sex. There was nothing for me to do but lay there, and that soon resulted in more dildo-play. I rammed dildos into my pussy and asshole for nearly an hour. I tried to find the same ones I had emptied earlier, but I could feel the cum oozing out of them the whole time. Someone must have replaced them. Eventually, I was satisfied enough to stop, even though I was still horny. I finally got control of myself, though, and managed to force myself from the bed to the desk to write this post. I'm writing this now, having to reach around my gigantic tits to even reach the keyboard. I'm naked because I certainly don't have any clothes in the room to fit tits this big. I'm sure Tiffany will bring me some in the morning, though. Once again, I need your help. I don't know what you could do, but I definitely can't do anything on my own. You have to help me! I don't know if I'll even be able to post again; my tits are now so big that they jut out over the keyboard, and I can't see the keys. If they get any larger, they'll block the screen. 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