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Help! (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
(Nymphomania, which this one is a sequel to) "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.

This is the full version.  If you already read parts 1 and 2, you're
getting them again here, but this way those people who didn't can get
the whole story at once.  If you've already got the earlier parts,
just delete them.

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.

	Help!  Somebody, if you're reading this, you've got to help
me!

	Wait a second...I need to explain.  I've got some time before
she comes back, I can start from the beginning.  Or near enough, at
least.

	My name is Chris Taylor.  A while back, nearly a year
actually, I wrote something.  It was kind of like a story, but it was
true.  Basically, it was something that had happened to me.

	I'm digressing again.  Let me give you a synopsis: on my first
day of college, I was kidnapped.  I woke up, and I was a girl.
Really.  I know it sounds like bullshit, like some of the other
stories you read on newsgroups, but it's true.  I didn't know who did
it; I woke up in my own dorm room, with no clues (or clothes.)

	This might seem bad enough, but it wasn't the only thing that
had been done to me.  I was horny.  I mean really, uncontrollably
horny.  And each time I had an orgasm, it made me even hornier.  When
I met my roommate, a good-looking blonde girl named Tiffany who was
bisexual (a bit too convenient to be coincidental, eh?) she kept me
somewhat satisfied, but the dorm rooms are separated into suites, and
when I ran into my suite-mates, all hell broke loose.

	Co-ed dorm.  Sounds like a fine idea, right?  Not in my case.
I don't know what was done to me, or how, but apart from my sex drive
being jacked up into the stratosphere, it was strongly oriented
towards men.  In fact, it was more specific than that.  It was
strongly oriented towards cum.  Believe it or not (and I doubt you
believe it) I was ADDICTED to cum.

	Pretty bad, right?  Picture it: there I was, actually a guy
but trapped in a woman's body, and my body needed cum so badly that I
couldn't stop myself from having sex.  With men.  Believe me, I tried.

	That's not all of it, either.  I don't understand this part at
all, but each time I came into contact with cum, my tits got bigger.
It was bad enough just to say the phrase "my tits" without them
ballooning up all the time.  And I do mean ALL the time.  I couldn't
stop.  Each load of cum I got in me, or on me, made my tits grow, but
it also made me hornier.  One thing led to another, and to make a long
story short, within less than a week, I had gone from an A-cup to
breasts so large they needed a custom-made bra, and it was labeled an
O-cup.  These things were gigantic.  I mean bigger than basketballs.
Remember those things you used to sit on and bounce around on when you
were a little kid?  The big red rubber things?  They were bigger than
that.

	Like I said, I don't understand it at all.  As I understand
it, that couldn't have happened.  Mass must be conserved, or so I
thought; you can't just gain more without it coming from somewhere.
But I'm not the crazy genius who thought this stuff up.  Tiffany says
that the mass didn't really change, it was just that the molecules
were arranged differently.  I don't understand that either, but that
doesn't surprise me.

	 Oh yeah, Tiffany...she's the point of this whole thing.  She
was behind it all, posing as my roommate to keep an eye on me.  I
eventually figured it out, and I doused her with another one of her
little concoctions.  Basically, it made her fall in love with me.
Well, the technical way she explained it was that it "imprinted the
recipient with the facial features of the first person viewed after
the drug is administered, and stimulated the pleasure centers of the
brain each time that exact stimulus is repeated," but the long and the
short of it was that it was a love potion.  She changed me back to a
man, and that was the end of it.

	I wrote all of that down before and posted it kind of to brag.
I mean, this was weird shit, but I ended up alright from it.  Part of
the side effects of the changes was that when I changed back, I was
taller and (even better) my dick was huge.  A full twelve inches.  I
kind of wanted to tell someone about the whole crazy deal, but whom
could I tell?  So I wrote it up and posted it to the newsgroup.  I
figured nobody would ever think it was true, they'd think it was just
another whacked-out story.  I was kind of right.

	Now, let me go on to my problem.  I need help, and I need it
quick.  I'm posting this story to the newsgroup because it's the only
line of communication I can use.  It's a dirty trick on Tiff's part,
because she'll only let me access the moderated newsgroup.  If this
was the regular one, I'd just post "HELP!" and be done with it, but to
get this past the moderator, I'm going to have to go into detail on
bits that I'd rather leave out.  I'm going to have to tell you about
the sex.

	You see, I've been living with Tiffany since all that shit
happened.  It seemed the best thing for me to do.  I've had a willing
(VERY willing) sex slave as well as a mad scientist to help with the
classwork.  A hell of a deal, and we've been rooming together since.
We've switched rooms, and suitemates.  I didn't mind getting other
suitemates; it's kind of uncomfortable seeing a guy that you fucked as
a girl, even if he doesn't know you're the same person.  However,
we've stayed roommates.

	So it was a bit of a surprise to me when I felt a pinprick in
my side while I was walking to class.  I had just about enough time to
realize that that was how it started before, and then I blacked out.
Again.  Just like before.

	I woke up, naked, in a room.  I was tied down to the table I
was on, which was the only piece of furniture there.  Everything was
the same as before except for two things.  And I mean EVERYTHING was
the same as before.  I could feel a slight weight on my chest, and I
knew that I had breasts.  And I also knew that if I could reach down
between my legs, I would feel a pussy.

	"Oh, shit."

Like I said, two things were different.  The first was that I knew
where I was.  The second was that I wasn't alone.  I woke up staring
up into Tiffany's face.  Under other circumstances that would be nice;
she really is a beautiful girl.  In this case, however, it wasn't a
good sign.

"Good, you're awake," I heard her say.

"What happened?" I asked.  I was flabbergasted.  She shouldn't have
been able to do this.

"What happened?  I turned you into a girl again," she said with a smug
smile.  "That should be obvious, Chris.  What you're really wondering,
I think, is how I could do it.  Right?"  My silence was answer enough.
"Well," she continued, "it seems you're not as smart as you think you
are.  The drug you administered to me would have worked; in fact it
did work.  Perfectly.  But it was based on a visual stimuli, and do
you know what?"

I suddenly understood.  She could see the understanding dawn on my
face, but she went on, to torture me with the details.

"Exactly," she said.  "I see you understand now.  You CAN find the
answers, if you're led by the nose.  The drug forced me to react to a
visual stimulus, your face.  But when you administered it, you were a
woman.  Your face changed when I turned you back into a man, and to
tell the truth, that one does nothing for me."  She grinned
devilishly.  "I always did prefer girls, Chris."

She paused for a moment to let that sink in.  As I thought about it,
something occurred to me.  She must have seen hope bloom on my face,
because she laughed.

"No, Chris, I'm not that stupid.  You're a girl again, and quite
pretty, but you don't look anything like you did before.  I'm not
going to get stuck in that same trap again.  Now sit there for a
while.  Don't worry, I'll untie you and let you go eventually.  After
all, I can't give you what you need.  And you know you need it, don't
you?  You need it again."

I knew what she was talking about.  As she spoke, images leapt to my
mind.  I saw huge cocks, thrusting into my pussy, my mouth, my ass...I
could almost feel them, feel the cum that they were spurting out onto
me.  My mouth watered.  I could feel my pussy getting wet and my
nipples getting hard.  I heard Tiffany walking out of the room behind
me, where I couldn't see.  She was right.  I needed it.

I had no idea what would happen next.  With Tiffany, you can never
really be sure.  I just laid there for a moment as I heard Tiffany
shut a door behind her.  I didn't struggle against my restraints; I
knew they'd be unbreakable and in any case, I knew I wouldn't be
nearly as strong now that Tiffany had changed me into a woman again.

It turns out I didn't need to bother.  A few seconds after I heard the
door clang shut, I was released and my restraints retracted back into
the table.  I sat up, rubbing my wrists, and began to take stock of
the situation.

In the dim light, I examined the room.  Featureless is the only way to
describe it.  I couldn't even find the door that Tiffany had exited
through.  The only thing in the room was the table I was dangling my
legs from.  It, like the walls, appeared to be metal but wasn't cold.

Actually, that's not quite true.  There was something else in the
room.  Me.  I jumped down from the table and began to take stock of
myself.

No doubt about it, I was a girl again.  With quite a girlish figure,
in fact.  Just like before, my body was recognizably female, but not
too curvy and with small, but definitely present, breasts.  My pussy
hair and the hair hanging to either side of my face were blonde.  I
didn't have a mirror, so I couldn't examine my face itself, but I
figured Tiffany would probable arrange that soon enough.  She knew how
uncomfortable it would be for me.

Since there was nothing more to be learned, I jumped back up onto the
table.  Judging from the fact that I had to jump, I guessed that I was
now around five feet tall.  Settling back onto the table, I suddenly
realized that I was sitting in the middle of a puddle of pussy juice.

Of course Tiffany had had to allude to sex before she left.  My sex
drive was once again jacked up way past any normal level; she knew
that once she got it started, my imagination would take over and run
away with me.  And she was right.  While I was taking stock of my
situation, wondering how the hell I was going to get out of this one,
in the back of my mind images were constantly running.  Images of
naked bodies, mine and other people's, both men and women, twisting
and writhing in sex.

I spread my legs, lying back on the hard table.  I didn't really even
try to resist; I knew it was futile.  My right hand traced it's way
down from my neck to my breasts.  With both hands, I started to
massage them.  My nipples hardened against my palms, and I rubbed my
hands against them, lightly, just teasing them.  I grasped my tits in
both hands and started to tug on them, lightly, and then harder, until
I started to moan uncontrollably from my arousal.  Leaving my left
hand stroking my breasts, I moved my right down past them.

I trailed my hand along my belly, taking my time.  It wasn't like I
had anywhere in particular to be.  When I reached my crotch, I petted
at the small patch of pubic hair for a moment, just rubbing the
outside on top of my pussy.  The hair was wet and matted against my
mound.  My pussy juice had been flowing so freely that I was wet all
over my crotch, as well as down my thighs nearly halfway to my knees.
Trusting that I was lubricated enough, I slid my finger downward to my
slit.

Touching myself there sent a shiver through my entire body.  This was
a sensation I hadn't felt in nearly a year, and my whole body tensed
up.  For a moment I thought I was going to cum on the spot.  Slowly,
however, my body relaxed.  I didn't move my finger at all, just left
it there touching my cunt lips, until I was sure I could continue.
Then I started forth in earnest.

	Spreading my legs even wider, and feeling my pussy lips pull
open wider as a result, I started to move my finger back and forth in
my pussy.  I didn't insert it at first, I just drew it up and down
along my soaking wet slit.  I was moaning louder now, and my left hand
was tugging harder at my breasts.  I was beginning to lose control; my
hands were starting to work me over of their own accord.

	I couldn't stand it any more.  I needed to feel something in
my cunt.  Spreading my legs wider yet, I plunged my middle finger up
into myself.  It felt strange after so long to feel something actually
INSIDE of me, but it felt so good at the same time.  I pushed the
finger up into my pussy, trying to get it as far in as possible.  The
palm of my hand was right up against my clit, which was engorged with
blood and standing out firmly from it's little hood, and that felt
amazing as well.  My hips were thrusting up against my hand, pushing
my finger further up into me and rubbing my clit up against my palm.
I was yelling out loud from the pleasure, and my left hand was
pinching and pulling on my nipples so hard that they hurt, but I
couldn't stop.

	I kept going, rubbing my crotch and my tits frantically,
desperate to cum.  I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling my breasts
squashed under my weight.  I continued to cup and massage the left one
with my left hand while my right worked busily at my pussy.  My hand
was caught between my pussy and the table, and I ground myself down
onto it, trying to get my finger further into me.  My whole body was
moving back and forth, my hips thrusting, rubbing my pussy against my
hand.  I was fucking myself against the table.

	As I kept going, I could feel my ass rising up into the air.
My face and tits stayed glued to the table, but with my hand still
finger-fucking my pussy, I slowly worked my way up to my knees.  I
could feel my ass sticking up into the air, still moving back and
forth and thrusting towards my hand.  I could feel the cool air up
against my ass cheeks, all wet as they were from my exertions.
Wagging my ass back and forth, and moaning and squealing with
pleasure, I began to cum.

	As my orgasm built, I worked my hands faster on my pussy and
tit.  I was pressing my breast up against me, HARD, and my hand was
thrusting my finger in and out of my pussy as fast as it could move.
The orgasm grew and grew, enveloping my whole body.  I could hear
myself screaming in ecstasy, but it was like it was someone else.
Finally, I began to come down from the climax.

	Had I still been a man, that orgasm would have knocked me
flat.  But, as a woman, and as horny as I was, I didn't even stop.
The only thing I changed was to take my left hand from it's position
at my tit and run it back over my ass, trailing the tip of my middle
finger along the crack of my ass until I reached my asshole.  Already
well lubed, my ass put up no resistance when I slowly inserted a
finger up my back door.

	I could feel both my fingers, invading into my body at front
and back.  I felt twice as full, and twice as good, as I had before.
The only problem was that I couldn't get them far enough in.  I wanted
more.  I knew what I wanted.  I wanted a cock.  I wanted two cocks,
fucking me furiously in my pussy and ass.

	I didn't hear when Tiffany walked into the room; I was too
busy moaning with my fingers up my ass and my cunt.  I'm sure I must
have been quite a sight, face down on the table and double-fucking
myself, with my ass wiggling back and forth in the air as I neared
another orgasm.  Just as I was about to cum again, Tiffany spoke.

	"Enjoying yourself, I see," she said.

	I rolled over onto my back, startled to hear another voice.
With my fingers still buried in my pussy and asshole, I looked between
my spread legs, straight at Tiffany.  She was standing, just inside
the doorway, stark naked.

	"Fuck you," I said, or at least tried to say.  What came out
was a slow, throaty "Oh, yes..." in more of a bedroom voice than I
think I could have managed if I tried.  My eyes widened in
astonishment.

	"Well," Tiffany continued, "I think now you're experiencing
the other effects of what we've done to you.  Surely you didn't think
I did this to you JUST for revenge?  Why do you think I waited so
long?  I needed to have something to test on you."

	My eyes widened even more, in sudden understanding.  I
couldn't say anything, but Tiffany answered the unvoiced question.

	"What did I do to you?" she smirked.  "I tested a serum that
makes you VERY susceptible to suggestion.  You might say I hypnotized
you.  From now on, you can act like yourself ONLY when you're alone.
Whenever anyone else is present, you'll be exactly what you tried to
make me into: a willing fuck slave.  Watch, I'll show you."  She
walked over to the table, hopping onto the end of it more easily than
I had.  After all, she was taller now.

	"Lick me," she said, spreading her legs.  I tried to stop, but
my body moved of it's own accord.  I crawled across the table, slowly
and arching my back so that my ass would stick out as much as
possible.  When I got to her side, I dipped my head down between her
thighs and started to lick her pussy.

	Tiffany's pussy was hairless, as a result of one of her
concoctions.  The same drug had inflated her breasts to a G-cup, so
large that she had to buy custom-made bras.  As I tongued her clit, I
rolled up my eyes to see her playing with her gigantic melons, and
looking down at me from between them.  She was smiling.

	I focused my attention back onto her pussy.  I licked it back
and forth, stroking my tongue across the entire length of her naked
slit.  She wasn't as wet as I was, but with the tongue-lashing I was
giving her, it didn't take her long to catch up.  As she got hornier,
I could feel her clit hardening and jutting out against my tongue.  I
concentrated my licking there.

	Meanwhile, both my hands were quite busily at work on myself.
I could feel them, still inside me, front and back.  My ass had
dropped back down so that I was lying flat on the table, but that gave
me more resistance to push against.  My uncontrollable pelvic
thrusting was pushing my hard clit against my hand, and my finger
further into my pussy.  The finger fucking my ass was feeling pretty
good as well.  I ground my warm crotch up against the cool, unyielding
table.  My nipples, rock hard little points, were rubbing up against
the smooth surface of the table as well.  I could feel another orgasm
coming on, and as it hit me, I redoubled my efforts on Tiffany's clit.

	She started to cum at the same time I did, her pussy juice
soaking my entire face.  She grabbed me by the back of the head and
ground my face into her bald pussy, rubbing it back and forth and
scissoring my head between her thighs as she moaned in orgasm.  My own
orgasm was every bit as good.  I was cramming my fingers up my cunt
and ass to try and prolong the sensation.

	When Tiffany's orgasm began to subside, she slid her ass back
away from me, across the table.  I followed, stretching out my tongue
to try and get more pussy juice, but she stopped me.  Putting her
hands on my shoulders to hold my face away from her cunt, she said,
"No."

	"But I NEED it," I whined.

	Tiffany smirked.  "I'd stop you from begging for it, but I bet
that humiliates you to no end.  Beg all you want, but follow me."

	She got up and walked out of the room.  I followed, still
naked and pleading for her to let me lick her pussy again.  She led me
down a hall to a bathroom, and stepped inside, catching a glimpse of
myself in the mirror.  Tiffany, knowing I didn't want to look at
myself but couldn't control my curiosity, let me stare for a while.
Just as I suspected, I was a naked, pretty blonde girl.  I was horny
enough without having to see that as well.

	"Sit down on the edge of the tub," she said to me.  I did so,
feeling the cold porcelain against my wet ass.  "I want you to shave
your pussy for me.  Do you want to do that?" she asked.  I could feel
my head wagging in response.

	This was one thing I really didn't mind.  I remembered from my
previous experience that a hairless cunt was actually more sensitive
that a normal one.  However, I was acutely aware that I should be
trying to find a way out of this predicament instead of enjoying any
part of it.

	Tiffany handed me a set of electric clippers.  "Start with
these," she suggested.  I turned them on and spread my legs, reaching
down with my left hand to pull the skin taut so I could shave it
better.

	I turned the clippers on and lowered them to my crotch.  I had
to roll my hips all the way forward so that I could reach to where the
hair began, way back at the very bottom of my slit, where it met my
ass crack.  The buzzing of the clippers was turning me on, as was the
vibrating sensation against the very bottom of my ass cheeks.  I could
see the sparse, curly hairs begin to fall away.

	As I shaved on, higher up on either side of my slit, it became
easier.  I could see better.  It also became more pleasurable, as the
vibrating clippers worked closer and closer to my clit.  I took my
time with it, both because I was enjoying it and because Tiffany's
conditioning constrained me so that I had to LOOK like I was enjoying
it.  As I shaved on, more and more hair fell away to settle to the
ground.  But, as sparse and blonde as the hair was, it didn't take me
long to reach the top of my slit.

	I looked across the room.  Tiffany was leaning back against
the counter with her legs spread, roughly tugging on her huge breasts
with one hand and furiously fingering her clit with the other.  Her
eyes were glued to my pussy.

	I followed her gaze to my crotch.  What I was left with now
was a triangle of hair that started just above my clit.  To tease
Tiffany, and myself, I shaved around the triangle, shrinking it by
maybe half an inch in every dimension.  Then, I did it again.  I
continued to trim in my bush, rounding it off as I went, until all I
was left with was a tiny, round patch of hair about an inch above the
top of my slit.  Everything else was bare.

	Tiffany, when I looked up at her, was working her crotch even
more furiously.  Her mouth was a wide O of rapture, but her eyes were
still open and aimed straight at my pussy.

	I returned my own attention there, and removed the last of my
pubes with one horizontal swath.  Then I got up and into the bathtub,
already full, and began soaping up my pussy.  The clippers had left it
bare, but covered with invisible blonde stubble.  When I finished
rubbing soap all over my crotch, I reached over to the side of the
bathtub to pick up a razor.  Stretching out the skin of my pussy with
my left hand, I began to shave it completely smooth with the razor.

It was kind of hard to do, because I had to pull the skin flat to
shave it and it was all slippery from the soap, not to mention my
pussy juice.  It was so arousing, though, to feel the razor sliding
over my skin, leaving inch-wide sections devoid of soap, naked, and
COMPLETELY smooth.  It didn't take me long until my entire crotch was
as smooth as the porcelain that I was sitting on, though warmer and
more pliant.  I looked over across the room.  Tiffany was still
fingering her cunt as hard and fast as she could, and she looked to be
enjoying an immense orgasm.  I moved towards her, eager to get some
satisfaction.

	"Stop!"  she said.  "Stay where you are.  I'm not going to
give you any pleasure.  You've got to do it to yourself."

	I couldn't move any closer to her.  I was stuck where I was,
sitting on the edge of the tub with one foot in and one foot out.  The
smooth porcelain was pressing up against my crotch.

	I rubbed myself back and forth over it, experimentally.  It
was so smooth, there was almost no friction, but I could feel the
movement, and the coolness of it was an amazing turn-on.  I leaned
forward, so that my clit would make better contact, and slid my crotch
back and forth on the rounded edge of the tub.  My pussy was so wet
and smooth that I slid with no resistance at all, a foot or more back
and forth.  I held onto the side of the tub with both hands and
started humping it for all I was worth.

	Even while I was doing it, I was amazed at the image I knew I
was making.  Here I was, in a girl's body, so sex-crazed that I was
humping the side of a porcelain tub to get some relief, arching my
back and thrusting out my breasts.  Meanwhile, Tiffany was sitting
across from me, obviously enjoying the show.

	It didn't matter how shocked I was; I couldn't have stopped,
even had I wanted to.  And I didn't want to.  It felt amazing...the
cold porcelain seemed to suck the heat out of my pussy, but instead of
a turn-off, I found it to be an incredible turn-on.  My pussy juice
was covering me from waist to knees, making me slippery as hell, and I
was sliding all over the place on the edge of the tub.  My clit,
specifically, was sliding back and forth, and far from being cold, it
felt like it was on fire.  My lips were spreading against the tub, and
I could feel the coolness of it against the warmth inside my pussy.  I
was grinding down so hard that my ass cheeks were even parting a
little, and I could feel the porcelain sliding around up against my
asshole.

	Still sliding back and forth, grinding my cunt into the smooth
porcelain, I reached up with my hands to stroke my titties.  They were
so sensitive, I actually found myself wishing they were as big as
Tiffany's huge melons.  My hands were slippery, and I rubbed the pussy
lubrication all over my rock hard, pointy little nipples, twisting
them and cupping my tits in both hands.  I knew I was going to cum
soon, and I wanted to be playing with my breasts when I did, to
increase the pleasure.  I shoved them together, up against my chest,
and then pulled out on them.  I was just marveling at the sensation of
having breasts there to play with.  After only a minute or two of
breast play, I began to cum.

	I immediately ground my pussy harder down onto the tub,
arching my back and rubbing my tits as I moaned in orgasm.  I could
feel it shaking me throughout my entire body.  I shuddered as it grew,
getting better when I thought it was as good as it could get.  I
rubbed my tits harder and slid back and forth faster, anxious for more
of this feeling.  I could feel my pointy nipples against the palms of
my hands.  I was arching my back, screaming up at the ceiling, and
cumming as hard as I could.  When the orgasm wore off, I was wasted.
And finally satisfied.  But a small voice in the back of my head said
that the satisfaction wouldn't last long.

	Tiffany stood up from her place across the room.  Still stark
naked, with her own pussy juice soaking her thighs, she led me down
the hall.  I watched her as she walked ahead of me, her ass moving
back and forth and her giant tits jiggling and swaying as she moved.
It was making me horny again.  I knew that I was making a similar
display of myself, but it still aroused me on her.  And, truth be
told, it aroused me on ME.  I was so sex-crazed that anything aroused
me.

	Tiffany led me to a nondescript room, comfortable furnished,
with a bed in one corner and a computer against the opposite wall.  By
the time we got there, I was once again pleading for more sex.

	"Well, my little slut, here you go," she said.  "You'll be
staying here for a while.  Now that your conditioning has taken
effect, I don't need to keep you locked up.  You'll drop to your knees
and start pleading for sex from anyone you see, so I'll have my
revenge on you even if you leave.  Not that you'd actually be able to
leave.  If you walk out that door, you'd probably be too busy fucking
me and my staff to ever make it outside."

	By this point in her monologue, I was actually crawling
towards her, reaching out with my tongue for her pussy.  She let me
lick it for a moment, and then pushed my head away so that she could
finish speaking.

	"I thought I might leave you some way to interact with the
outside world, other than fucking, so there it is," she said, pointing
to the computer.  "It doesn't have any email access, but you can
browse the newsgroups.  You can only post to one, though," she
finished, with a devious smile.

	And that's why I'm writing this.  I need your help.  I know
it's just part of her torture; since this moderated group is the only
one I can post to, I have to tell you about the sex to get the request
for help past the moderator.  But that's what I'm trying to do: ask
for help.  Please, if you're reading this, I don't know where I'm
being held, or what you could do, but PLEASE HELP ME!


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 one 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 me 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!


Part 3

	Ok, obviously nobody saw my last two posts.  Or at least
nobody believed them.  For the last time, I tell you: this is true!
It isn't just a story.  I'm only writing about the sex because I have
to get it past the moderator.  This is the only group this machine
will post to, and if there's no sex, my call for help won't get
through either!

	So here's what's happened since my last post: I fell asleep
right after I sent it off.  Fucking all day long does tend to get you
tired.  So I woke up the next morning, lying on my side and intimately
aware of the consequences of how I'd spent the day before.

	My tits were hanging off of my chest, resting on the bed.
They were huge.  I knew that part of Tiffany's revenge was for my tits
to grow, through my own actions, until they were so big that I was
physically just a slut, good for nothing but fucking.  I had nearly
reached that point.  They were nothing short of huge.  The only thing
that scared me was that I knew they could still get bigger.

	I rolled out of bed; rolled because I couldn't quite sit up.
I looked in the mirror to examine my new body.  To say that I was
entirely displeased would be an overstatement.  The most insidious
part of Tiffany's revenge was that it felt so good.  The more I got
fucked and had my tits played with, the more I wanted to.  My
resistance was slipping.  How could I resist something that felt this
good?  I found myself, in odd moments, not wishing that my tits were
smaller, but instead that they were BIGGER.

	I sat back down on the bed.  I really had nothing to do.
Tiffany had set it up that way, of course.  If I had nothing to do but
fuck, I'd fuck out of boredom if nothing else.  I was trying to
resist, but I was more than just bored; I was horny.

	I looked down at myself, amazed at what I had become.  Most of
my field of vision was taken up by my huge, jiggling tits, but I could
see between them just enough to see my bald pussy.  It still seemed
strange to have breasts and a pussy instead of a dick.

	I was still sitting on my bed, trying to stop myself from
masturbating, when Tiffany came in.  Immediately, I started to act
like a slut.  The worst part was, part of me wasn't acting any more.
Part of me had taken on the role as reality.  That's what really
scared me.

	Tiffany came over to the bed and started to fondle one of my
breasts.  I was in heaven.  I arched my back and thrust my tit out
into her hand, aching for her to touch me more.

	"Nice," she said.  "Not too bad.  Just about as big as mine."

	I looked to find that she was correct; my breasts were now as
big as her G-cup melons.  Part of me cringed, and part of me wanted to
beam with pride.

	"Well, let's get you up and dressed," she said.  She went over
to the dresser and tossed me two pieces of clothing.  I picked them up
and stood there for a moment, waiting for more.

	"What are you waiting for?" Tiffany asked.  "No underwear for
you.  Those tits wouldn't jiggle nearly as much if we put them in a
bra."

	Looking down at the clothes that were all I would be allowed
to wear, I felt some apprehension.  My fears got worse when I put them
on.  A tight, thin T-shirt covered my tits, at least in theory, but my
hard little nipples were clearly visible through the fabric.  The
skirt was even worse.  It barely hung down past my crotch and it was
pleated, tight across my hips but flaring lower, so that it would blow
in the wind.  I knew that my ass would be visible whenever I walked.

	"You spent so much time fingering yourself in the car
yesterday that I thought I'd give you easier access," Tiffany said.
"Do you like it?"

	"Yes," I answered against my will.  Or mostly against my will.
The part of me that was starting to enjoy the sex was also starting to
enjoy showing off my body.  I certainly had enough to show off, now.

	"Good.  Follow me," Tiffany continued, and led me out of the
room.  I followed her down the halls and out of the building.  We
walked towards her car, and I could feel the wind blowing at my skirt.
The street wasn't crowded, but we weren't alone, and I know some of
the guys there got quite a view.  The skirt swayed, revealing the
bottoms of my ass cheeks as I walked, but at one point a gust of wind
blew it completely up in the back.  I held it down in the front with
my hands, but my naked ass was completely visible.

	As I walked on, I looked around me.  Some of the guys on the
street were staring at me, and looked away when I met their eyes.  I
could see bulges in almost all of their crotches.  I wondered what
they'd think if they knew that I was actually a man.

	We got in the car and Tiffany started driving.  I wasn't quite
as turned on as I had been yesterday, so I was able to pay some
attention to street signs and such.  No luck.  I didn't recognize a
single street or building.  It occurred to me that Tiffany could have
taken me anywhere while I was unconscious; there was no reason to
think that this was the same city I had started in.

	As we drove, I found myself paying less and less attention to
my surroundings.  My skirt, while long enough (barely!) to cover most
of my ass while standing, was woefully inadequate when I was sitting
down.  That didn't bother me when I first got into the car, because I
was at least covered, but the longer the ride went on, with my bare
ass and pussy against the hot leather of the seat, the more aroused I
got.  I could feel my pussy getting wet; the juice began to leak out
of me and onto the seat.

	The car, of course, was an expensive sports car.  With every
touch on the accelerator, the whole car vibrated and throbbed with
power.  Including my seat.  I didn't want a repeat of yesterday's
scene, but I found myself uncontrollably grinding my pussy and ass
down into the seat, rolling my hips back and forth in a slight
thrusting motion, like women do when they are extremely aroused.  I
was fighting the urge to masturbate even harder than I had before,
mostly because there was now a part of me that WANTED to do it, even
apart from Tiffany's conditioning.  But I couldn't stop myself from
humping down against the seat, rubbing my wet pussy against it.  I
could feel the pussy juice leaking out of me, lubricating my whole
crotch and ass.  I could feel my tight, hard little nipples jutting
out into the cool air, clearly visible through the thin fabric of the
T-shirt.

	I had reached my limit, and was about to start playing with
myself, when Tiffany pulled over.  Deftly parallel parking the car,
she got out and gestured for me to follow.

	"We walk from here on in," she said.

	As I got out of the car, I could feel that that might be even
worse.  My pussy was now soaking wet, and I could feel the wind
blowing up my short skirt and against my hot wet mound.  It felt
amazingly cool.  As we walked, I found myself swinging my hips in a
wider arc, making the skirt sway more and making it even more obvious
that I wasn't wearing any underwear under it.  The street we were on
now was much more crowded than the one earlier, and I started to
attract more than my share of notice from male eyes.  What really
frightened me was that I was starting to enjoy it.

	The wind was picking up and I could feel it, even cooler now,
against my wet pussy.  Suddenly a gust rose up, blowing my skirt
completely up.  As aroused as I was, there was no Marilyn Monroe-esque
modesty from me; I simply stood there, legs slightly apart, my bare
shaven pussy and ass clearly visible to everyone on the street, until
the wind died down and my skirt dropped into place.  Then I kept on
walking as if nothing had happened.

	I felt, as I continued on, a strange sense of pride.  And
certainly a strong arousal from what I had done.  That scared me even
more, but I was starting not to care.  I followed Tiffany into a
building.

	She led me through a series of corridors.  To say I was horny
as hell would be an understatement.  I was nearing the breaking point.
My pussy juice was running down my legs, and my nipples were so hard
they were reduced to tiny little points.  I needed sex more than I
ever thought possible.

	Tiffany led me into a room off of a corridor.  I knew when I
walked in that Tiffany had something strange in mind for me.  The only
thing in the room was a chair, sort of like a dentist's chair, but it
had restraints, and the leg section was separated into two parts, side
by side, with separate restraints for each leg.

	"You want some sex, don't you?" Tiffany asked.  She was
answered by enthusiastic nodding from me.  Though it scared me, I was
actually starting to FEEL enthusiastic.  "Well, get in the chair.
It's the only way you'll get any."

	Without hesitation, I climbed on.  Tiffany came over to me to
strap me in.  When she finished, I was completely immobile.  She came
back around the front of the chair.

	"Do you want it?" she asked, teasingly.

	"Please!" I begged, straining against the restraints.  Shaking
around in the chair, I was causing my huge tits to jiggle and jump
around out of control.

	"Well, you're not going to get it from me," she said, and
walked out of the room.

	I was in agony!  My arms and legs were securely belted into
the chair, so I couldn't even touch myself to try to get some relief.
And I needed relief.  As much as it pained me to admit it, even to
myself, I wanted to cum.  I wanted something in my pussy.  I NEEDED to
be penetrated, needed something inside of me.

	I thrashed around in the chair even harder, trying to escape
my restraints.  Tiffany had belted me in too securely; the only thing
I accomplished was to make my titanic breasts jiggle and leap around
wildly on my chest.  I strove harder against my bonds, but to no
avail.

	Suddenly, the door reopened, and Tiffany walked inside.  She
didn't say a word to me; she just walked over to the side of the room
and took down what looked to be a control box of some sort from the
wall.  It had a whole bunch of unlabeled buttons all over its face.
Looking up at me with a smirk, Tiffany pushed a button.

	I could feel the chair splitting under my legs, spreading them
further and further apart.  I was actually surprised at how far they
spread before it began to hurt.  My new female body was apparently
much more limber than my old, male one.  Just as it began to hurt,
Tiffany stopped.  My legs were spread in an amazing split.

	"Please..." I heard myself moan.  "Please...lick my pussy...I
need it."

	"Well," Tiffany said, pretending indecision.  "Maybe just a
little bit."

	She kneeled in front of the chair and touched my hairless cunt
with her hands.  I would have thought she was spreading my cunt lips,
if they weren't already as spread as possible.  Lightly, gently, she
blew against my sopping wet pussy.  I could feel the amazing coolness
against the hot inside of my hole.  I wanted more.

	Tiffany didn't disappoint.  She lowered her head to my crotch,
gingerly extending her tongue and just barely teasing my engorged
clit.  I bucked my hips forward, anxious for more pleasure, but she
withdrew.  When my soft, rounded ass settled back into the seat, she
moved her tongue back into position, barely brushing at my clit.  My
whole body tensed with arousal and anticipation, but I didn't try to
buck my pussy into her face again.  I didn't want to do anything that
might make her stop.  

	After a while, Tiffany started to increase her attentions to
my pussy.  She licked at my clit more forcefully now, rubbing her
tongue up against it and rolling around it, pushing it back and forth.
She also alternated with inserting her tongue as far as it could go
into me.  That wasn't very far compared to a dick, but right then I
was so crazed for penetration that it felt wonderful.  My breathing
was coming quick and shallow now, and it was causing my immense
breasts to bobble and jiggle on my chest.  I could feel my nipples,
already rock hard, hardening even more, grinding themselves into
smaller and smaller points of arousal.  I wanted nothing more than to
reach up and touch my breasts, stroking them and rubbing my palms
against my aching nipples as Tiffany ate my pussy, but as hard as I
struggled against the restraints, they didn't budge.

	Just as I was nearing orgasm, Tiffany leapt from my crotch as
if from a hot iron.  I was crazy with lust, desperate for an orgasm.
With a full-blown grin on her face, Tiffany walked to the door and
opened it.  In walked a line of guys.

	So help me, I have no idea how many there were.  I didn't
count; I didn't even look at their faces.  I noticed only one thing:
their dicks.  They were all naked, and all their dicks were standing
at attention, which was an impressive sight.  There wasn't a single
one of those cocks that was less than nine inches.  Some may have been
as long as thirteen or fourteen.  Apart from that, they were all
hairless.  I don't really like pubic hair, on males or females, and
right then the clean lines of all those hairless cocks were making my
pussy drip with anticipation.  My mind retreated into a fog as I
struggled to reach them, struggled to get some relief.

	The guys seemed to take all of this as a matter of course.  I
wouldn't know about such things, but I would expect that if you are
walking naked into a room with a baloon-titted blonde strapped to a
chair with her legs spread, you probably got into it of your own
volition, and you probably know exactly what's about to happen.  Which
is: she's about to get fucked.

	I got fucked.

	The first guy walked over to my spread pussy and put his bald
dick inside me.  I could feel him thrusting into me without any
hesitation or delay.  It felt great.  I had been dying to be
penetrated, and suddenly here I was with an endless supply of dick.  I
could feel him pumping his shaft in and out of my hot, wet hole.
There was definitely no finesse involved, he was purely out to get
himself off, and all I was to him was a convenient hole to stick his
dick in.  That was fine with me.  In the shape I was in, all I needed
was to be fucked.  That was all it took, and my orgasm took off like a
rocket.

	I could feel it beginning and was actually glad of the
restraints, because they meant that I didn't have to exert any effort
to keep getting fucked.  All I had to do (in fact all I did) was to
lay there and let myself cum.  And what a climax it was.

	When I could manage coherent thought again, I slowly became
aware that the guy pumping his meat in and out of my pussy was
groaning louder now, about to cum himself.  He shot it up into me with
a loud grunt of relief and release.  I could feel the hot wet wad of
his load inside of my pussy, hotter and wetter than my pussy juice.  I
could also feel the tingling sensation that was spreading throughout
my body, centering in my tits and in my crotch.  I didn't care.  It
was a warm, pleasant feeling, and even if it made my tits grow, I
didn't mind.  All it would mean was more fucking.

	And more fucking was definitely what was happening.  As the
guy who had just spent his load in my pussy disengaged himself and
backed away, Tiffany pushed more buttons on her control box.  I felt
the chair move under me.  It reclined back until I was lying down
instead of half-sitting, and the restraints at my wrists disengaged,
leaving me free to move my arms below the elbows.  The seat of the
chair began to break into two pieces, spreading under my ass cheeks.
The chair being vinyl, and my ass cheeks being rather hot and sticky,
my ass was spread as well and my asshole was exposed.  I could see the
crowd of men milling around me, jostling for a chance at one of my
orifices.

	One of them moved out of the crowd and started to fuck me in
my pussy.  Another somehow got underneath me and started fucking my
ass.  There must have been some kind of support or something under the
chair to hold him there, in a position to enter my back door, but I
couldn't see it because yet another guy had situated himself to one
side of my head.  I turned my head towards him and saw his enormous,
hairless erection poking out towards my face.  Horny slut that I was,
I took it between my lips and started sucking.  I felt two more guys
on either side of the chair take each of my hands and lead them to
their cocks.  I started to jack them off.

	I figured that the guys with their dicks in my pussy and
asshole would take care of themselves, and they did.  I could feel
both their cocks thrusting furiously into me, at front and back, and
they certainly seemed like they were enjoying themselves without my
active participation.  So I turned my attention to the dicks I could
exert some more direct effort on.  Namely, the ones in my mouth and
both my hands.

	Sucking dick is easier if you used to have one yourself.  I
knew exactly what felt good, and I proceeded to do it.  I licked all
up and down the shaft of the dick, engulfing it into my mouth, but I
spent more time just licking at the head and the very tip.  I took the
head of his dick into my mouth and sucked as hard as I could on just
that, while swirling my tongue around it.  I knew, from my own
experience, how good that felt.

	The dicks that I was masturbating with either hand received
similar treatment.  I jacked them off as hard and fast as I could,
stroking the entire shaft but paying special attention to the head.  I
loved feeling the smoothness of them; I loved jacking them from head
to base and not encountering any hair.  Unsurprisingly, I was soon
rewarded with what I wanted: thick, hot loads of cum, shooting out of
both their dicks and landing on my tits.  I could feel the tingling
step up a notch.

	The guy with his dick in my mouth started to groan more about
then, as the two that had just spent their loads on my tits backed
away and two more came to take their place.  I started to jack off
their replacements, but my main attention was focused on the dick that
I was sucking.  Without my hands to give it extra sensation and guide
it towards my mouth, I had to do everything with my lips.  I was
sucking on it extra hard to make sure it didn't slip out of my mouth,
and that was only making the guy come faster.  As he started to grunt
and spasm uncontrollably, and the jism began to shoot out of his dick,
I sucked it in deeper and harder, anxious not to lose it in the moment
of truth.  I swallowed all his hot cum, feeling it run down my throat
and make a warm spot in the pit of my belly.  That warm spot only
intensified the tingling in my tits even further.

	The dicks pumping me in my pussy and ass were rapidly
approaching orgasm, and I clenched my openings to intensify their
pleasure.  By the grunts that escaped the lips of the guys fucking me,
I think that did the trick.  I marveled again that I was actually
being fucked; that I actually had two cocks INSIDE of me (three,
counting the one I was sucking) and I was ENJOYING it.  I didn't have
long to marvel, however, because my own orgasm was approaching even
more rapidly than those of the guys.

	As I began to cum, I felt the two guys fucking me spurt their
loads in my pussy and ass.  The warm, wet feeling of their cum inside
of me, as well as the increased tingling sensation resulting from that
cum, stretched my own orgasm and fired it up to new heights.  I could
feel myself cumming, out of control.  I could hear myself screaming in
pleasure around the dick that was stuffed in my mouth.  "More! More!"
was the only thought I could frame in my head, but I'm sure I wasn't
screaming anything even that coherent.  For a while, I was completely
unconscious of what was happening to me, the pleasure was so intense,
but when I came back to reality, it hadn't changed much.  I was still
servicing five dicks.

	I could feel the increased weight on my chest.  I wrenched my
face away from the dick I was sucking to look at my tits.  They were
gigantic.  They stood up on my chest like twin mountains, jutting
nearly a foot into the air.  They were nothing but huge mounds of
flesh, standing off my chest, tingling pleasurably, and growing all
the time.  I couldn't stop them.  Worse, I didn't WANT to stop them.
The bigger they got, the better they felt, and they were feeling
pretty good already.

	From across the room, Tiffany called to me.  "Do you want me
to let you out of those restraints?" she asked.

	"Yes!" I cried.  "Please!"

	"Why?  Is it so that you can suck and fuck more guys?"

	"Yes!" I cried again, and at that moment it was the honest
truth.

	Tiffany punched more buttons on her control panel, and the
chair's restraints retracted.  The chair itself moved over to the
corner of the room as soon as I got off of it, leaving me in the
center of the room, surrounded by a bunch of horny guys.  I didn't
waste any time.  I dropped to my knees, ready to service the nearest
guy in my mouth.  I took his smooth cock in between my lips, sucking
it down my throat.  I wanted more cum.

	At the same time, I could feel hands all over my body,
grabbing and feeling at the curves I now possessed.  They were
kneading my gigantic tits and groping my round ass, and I couldn't
help but love it.  Tiffany's mind control was taking over my
personality, and remaking me into the horny slut that she wanted.  I
had no way to stop it.

	And it felt so good!  As I knelt on the floor, sucking dick,
the hands on my body slowly moved me, changing my position so that I
was crouching on all fours in the center of the room.  The guy whose
dick I was sucking started to cum, and I removed his cock from my
mouth, jerking it full force with my hand.  He shot his cum all over
my dangling breasts, and then another guy moved to take his place.  I
sucked his dick down as well.

	From behind me, I could feel someone positioning his dick at
the entrance to my asshole.  As you might guess, it wasn't all that
tight, so he slid it into me without any difficulty.  I was crouched
on my hands and knees, with a dick in my mouth and another in my ass,
and my tits had grown so huge that my nipples were brushing against
the floor as these guys fucked me at both ends.  My tits leapt back
and forth, swaying madly from the movement of fucking.

	Both guys shot their loads into me, and the tingling
increased.  More guys took their places, some fucking my asshole, some
fucking my pussy.  All of them pushed their dicks in and out of me for
a while then came, providing me with more of what I needed.  I needed
cum.  I couldn't get enough.

	After a while, I found myself being flipped over onto my back.
I didn't put up any resistance; I was long past that.  As long as I
kept getting more cum, I was happy.  The tingling had increased to the
point where I was orgasming constantly, and that was about all I could
think about.

	One of the guys sat down on my belly, rubbing his huge,
hairless cock around on my chest.  My tits had long since grown to
insane proportions.  They were larger than bowling balls; larger than
basketballs.  They were nearing the size of beach balls, still round
and more or less firm, standing out on top of my chest.  It was hard
to breathe because of the weight of my huge mounds, bearing down on my
chest.  I could see my nipples, looking ridiculously small on such
disproportionate breasts, jutting out like hard little points.

	His dick was dwarfed by my huge chest, but I could feel it
moving back and forth between my tits.  It was amazingly pleasurable.
I was well lubricated there with numerous loads of cum, so he didn't
have any problem sliding around.

	I've heard it said that tit-fucking isn't nearly as fun for
the girl as it is for the guy, and I tend to believe that it's that
way for real women.  In my case, on the other hand, it's probably MORE
fun for me.  Whether it's an effect of Tiffany's various treatments,
or just that I'm not used to having breasts, my tits are extremely
sensitive.  And the bigger they get, the more sensitive they become.
As huge as they hand grown, I could feel his dick there even more than
I had when my pussy was being fucked.  And it gave me even more
pleasure.  Don't ask me why; I think it might have been because that
was where I needed the cum, but all I knew right then was that I was
in heaven.  I never wanted him to stop fucking my tits.  It felt too
good.

	Needless to say, he kept tit-fucking me until he came, and
then someone else was quick to take his place.  My tits kept absorbing
the cum that spattered onto them, and growing with every load.  The
cum soaked them, lubricating them more so that each guy was rubbing
his bald dick around on my tits, lubricated with the cum of all the
guys that had gone before him.  I didn't care how filthy I was
getting; I couldn't even stop screaming in ecstasy to think about it.
I was orgasming constantly, for at least an hour, while this mob of
guys proceeded to tit-fuck me into oblivion.

The only act that I could perform was to play with my tits, pushing
them up against one another to completely envelop even the largest of
these cocks.  A fourteen-inch dick disappeared without a trace in
between my gigantic breasts.  I also played with my nipples, to
enhance my own excitement.  I was pinching them between my fingers as
hard as I could, as well as twisting them and yanking on them.  I was
so horny; anything I did to them felt fantastic.  I had some trouble,
however, doing anything to my tits.  By this time, they were not only
so slathered with cum that my hands slid all over them, impossibly
trying to get a grip, but they were too huge and rounded to actually
grab hold of.  My hands, smaller than they had been when I was a man,
could find no purchase on these gigantic bags of flesh.  There wasn't
a basketball player alive who could palm these things.

I don't know how long they fucked me.  It was hours, at least.  I
don't remember any other positions after they put me on my back and
tit-fucked me, so I think that they ended with that, but I was so
sex-crazed that I'm not sure what really happened.  I certainly don't
remember the end of it.  The next thing I remember, I woke up.  I
found myself back in the room I had occupied since Tiffany transformed
me, with a huge weight on my chest.

I sat up.  Actually, I TRIED to sit up.  I couldn't manage it.  I was
lying on my back, and my tits were filling up the whole bottom of my
field of vision.  They were up against my chin as I lay there, and
sticking way up into the air as well.

I reached up over my head to grab the bedpost.  Using it for leverage
I managed, with quite a bit of effort, to pull myself up to a sitting
position.  My tits were resting firmly in my lap.

I looked across the room at the mirror.  I saw myself sitting in bed
with my gigantic, perfectly round tits resting on my thighs.  They
took up my whole torso.  I was horrified.

At the same time, though, I was loving it.  I was a slut.  I loved to
have big tits, the bigger the better.  And it was definitely making me
horny.

I climbed out of bed with difficulty, pulling myself along with the
bed frame.  I tried to stand up straight, but it was impossible.  The
best I could manage was to lean forward, bracing my hands against the
walls, while I walked sideways over to the dresser.  My huge tits hung
down from my chest, swaying.  Amazingly, they didn't hurt or feel like
they were going to tear.  In fact, they felt pretty good.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, from behind.  Leaning way
over as I was (as I had to, so my tits could hang comfortably,) my ass
was sticking straight out towards the mirror.  It was huge!  I knew
from last time that it didn't grow at such a rapid rate as my tits,
but it had definitely filled out since I last looked at it.  It was
rounded and smooth, and I could see my smooth pussy between my cheeks,
and my puckered asshole higher up.

I tore my gaze away from my behind and made my way slowly to the
dresser.  If I had kept on looking at myself in the mirror, I would
never have gotten to the dresser.  And I definitely wanted to get to
the dresser. When I reached it, I took out what I needed and staggered
my way back to the bed.  Lying down was so much more comfortable, even
if there was a lot of weight on my chest.  I started to caress my huge
tits.

I had gone to the dresser because I couldn't stop myself.  I was
horny.  I needed to be fucked.  I knew what it would do to me, since
all these dildos seemed to be loaded with cum, but I couldn't resist.

I rubbed my hands all over my gigantic tits.  They stuck way up on top
of my chest, with the little nipples (for the size of my breasts, my
nipples were tiny) jutting up into the air.  I could feel the air
blowing against my nipples, actually, and my nipples getting harder.
I reached up and started to tease them, just brushing them with my
fingertips.  I moved on to pinching them, then twisting them, then
kneading my whole breast, or at least as much of it as I could.  I did
all the things that felt best to me, since I had grown these huge
things on my chest.  I played with my breasts until I was so aroused
that I couldn't hold back any longer, then I started in with the
dildos.

They were the largest I could find, and they were all molded like
totally realistic cocks, complete with balls.  They were as hairless
as the cocks that had fucked me last night, but that was a turn-on
rather than a detriment.  The smallest was a full fourteen inches
long.  The largest was seventeen.  After last night, I didn't worry.
I was sure I could take all three.

The smallest dildo I buried up my asshole.  I could feel it filling me
up in my rear opening.  It felt good, to be so full there.  As soon as
I stuck it in, I could feel the cool cum oozing out of it into my back
door.  I clenched down on it with my butt muscles and was rewarded
with a thicker flow.  The tingling sprung up in my chest.  I pushed
the fake dick as far as I could up into my ass and then went on to the
next one.

The next largest dildo I took into my mouth.  I sucked it down like
there was no tomorrow, anxious to get some cum out of it.  A steady
flow started to squeeze out of the rubber cock and into my mouth,
intensifying the tingling in my tits.  I sucked harder.  I wanted more
cum, but I also wanted more dick in my mouth.  I loved it.  I wanted
nothing more than to suck this huge, fake dick down my throat.

The final, seventeen-inch dildo I rammed into my smooth, hairless
pussy.  My pussy looked as bald as that of a young girl, but no young
girl could ever take this much dick into her.  I was grunting with the
strain myself, even after last night's exercise.  My pussy walls were
stretched to their limit.  As I looked down, through the narrow
crevasse between my rapidly expanding tits, I was amazed that anything
as long and thick as that could fit inside me.  But it did.  I was
determined to take it in as far as it could go.  I kept cramming inch
after inch into me, until finally I felt it hit bottom.  I began to
ram it in and out of my pussy, loving the sensation of being fully,
almost painfully, filled by it.  I could feel the cum coming out of
the tip, a much thicker stream than either of the other dildos could
produce.  The tingling in my chest began again, and my first orgasm
started to hit me.

After playing with my sex toys for quite a long time, I realized that
I wasn't alone.  Tiffany was sitting in a chair across from my bed,
stark naked, playing with herself, and obviously enjoying the show
that I was making.  I didn't care.  I was proud that I turned her on
so much.

"Take that dildo out of your mouth," she said.  "I want to talk to
you."

I did what she told me.

"How do you like what I've done to you?" she asked.

"I love it!" I responded.  It was the unadorned truth.

"Is there anything else you want?"

I thought about it for a moment.  "Bigger titties," I replied.  "Bring
those guys back in.  I want to be fucked.  I want more cum.  I
want..."

Tiffany cut me off.  "OK, OK," she replied.  "They'll be here.  Just
give me until tomorrow.  I want to give you some time to think about
what you just asked for."  She paused for emphasis.  "You see, I read
your little brag session on the Internet.  I got kind of a kick out of
it, actually.  That was what gave me the idea for letting you post to
the moderated newsgroup.  But you don't want to do that anymore, do
you?"  She delivered her last comment with an evil grin: "I'm glad you
like being my little slut now."

With that, she turned and walked out.

I found myself back in control, probably for the last time.  I was
able to drag myself out of bed, though my tits were even larger than
before.  Bent over as I was, they hung down to my knees.

The worst of it is, I can feel it.  Even without anyone else in the
room, I still kind of want it.  I don't mind my body so much anymore,
and that scares me more than anything.

I'm typing this now with one hand; that's what took me so long.  My
tits are so huge I can't get both hands to the keyboard at once.
They're sitting in my lap right now, and I'm fingering my pussy with
my free hand while I type this.  I'm just so horny; I can't get
enough.

It looks so weird to see those words appear on the screen in front of
me.  MY TITS are too big, I can't reach the keys.  I'm fingering MY
PUSSY.  Only days ago, I didn't have tits and a pussy, I had a dick.
But it seems so hard to remember, now.  I can feel my pussy, hot and
wet, and my slick finger moving in and out of me.  I can run my finger
all over my cunt, feeling the smoothness of the shaved skin.  I can
rub my hard little clit...

I've got to stop this!  I'm starting to enjoy it again.  You've got to
help me.  Tomorrow, Tiffany is going to bring in the guys and they'll
fuck me again.  After that, my tits will be so big I doubt I'll be
able to type at all.  And I doubt I'll want to.  I can feel my own
mind slipping away.

Help me.  I don't know what you can do, but do something!

Help!



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