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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.  Please, if anyone is reading
this, you have to help!



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