Guy to Gal and Back Again pt2


I woke the next day again thinking, "what a strange dream," but today I didn't
even have to move to feel the extra weight on my chest and my pussy, still full
of MaryAnne's dildo, to realize that this was reality.  I opened my eyes and
looked down at my breasts.  Yes, not only was I still a girl, but it looked like
my tits were going to blow up like balloons every time I came into contact with
cum.  "Ah well," I thought, "I'll just have to keep self control and keep myself
satiated with lots of lesbian sex with MaryAnne."

At the thought of MaryAnne, I turned to look at the other bed.  She was still there,
asleep on her back wearing only those black thong panties with her tits sticking
up like twin mountains growing out of her chest.  I hoped that mine never got
that large.

Looking at MaryAnne was making me horny, and as I was supposed to be practicing
self control, I went back into the bathroom to take a cold shower.  On the way, I
checked the dresser that MaryAnne had not emptied her clothes into, and found that
it was stocked not with my clothes but with women's clothes that would probably
fit me now.  Most of them were just jeans and T shirts, so I didn't worry that
I'd feel like I was in drag, but the underwear bothered me.  All the bottoms were
thong panties even skimpier than MaryAnne's and there were lots of bras in there,
in varying sizes.  They went from A and B (which I would never need now,) up
through C, which was what I figured I was currently, and up past MaryAnne's E cup
size all the way to an H cup that must have been custom made; I'd never heard of
such a thing.  It was huge, designed to hold tits the size of watermelons cut in
half. I decided that with my new resolve and self control, I'd never need such a
thing.

I also decided that there was no need for me to dress up in these girls clothes
quite yet.  After all, I had been naked all day yesterday, so a few more hours
couldn't hurt me.  I went into the bathroom and started the shower.

While washing myself, I thought about how I could find whoever had done this to
me, and turn myself back into a man.  Sex as a woman was enjoyable, but I had
been born a man and that was the way things were meant to be.  However, I really
had no clues as to who was responsible for my current state.  I felt a wave of
depression rushing towards me, but then realized that whoever did this wouldn't
just ignore me now that it was done.  They had gone to all the trouble to wake me
up to gloat about it, so they would probably make contact with me again. The only
thing I could do for now was to be inconspicuous and wait until I had more
information.

About this time I noticed that the cold shower wasn't doing much to offset my
horniness.  It made my constantly hard nipples even harder, and that led to my
cunt getting wet.  For the past few minutes, I had been absently fingering
myself.

I put a stop to that immediately.  I got out of the shower and dried off, and was
about to go get dressed when I heard the jiggling of the doorhandle to the other
room in the suite.

I fought the urge to open it, but then I told myself that I should at least
exchange names with the man I had fucked last night, so I opened the door just
wide enough to poke my head out.  I saw a completely different boy's face.

"Uh, hello," he said, embarrassed.  "My name's Jon.  Um, I guess we're
suite-mates."

"I'm Samantha," I said. "And your roommate?"

"Oh, you met him?" he replied.  "His name's Ted."

I saw Jon's face turn red and realized that I had unconsciously opened the door
wide enough to give him a good view of my shaved pussy and one breast.  I also
realized that I wanted Ted to open the door even wider, tear his clothes off, and
fuck him.  I fought with myself for a moment, but the thought of cum had entered
my head again, and my self control was not nearly as strong as I had thought
before.

I pushed open the door and stepped through.  Jon started to try at least to gain
his composure, and as it was obvious to both of us what was happening, he pulled
off his shorts for me.

I saw to my great surprise that his cock was shaved as bare as my pussy.  I had
heard of a few girls doing that, but never a guy.  I realized, though, that it
turned me on.  Actually, by now almost everything turned me on, but in any case
it felt good as I dropped to my knees and took Jon into my mouth as he sat on
the edge of the bed. His dick was slicker than ian's, and longer, nearly as long
as MaryAnne's dildo.  But it was the slickness that I really enjoyed, as I took as
much as I could into my mouth and wrapped my hand around the rest, feeling the
smooth, hairless skin around the base.  I pumped my face back and forth on his
dick, and there was enough extra that I couldn't swallow that I was also jacking
him off with my hand.  I pulled my mouth off of him, and just licked the tip in
circles around the hole, jerking the shaft with both my hands now.  Then I had an
urge to take it all in, so I let go with both my hands and just tried to swallow
all of his dick.

I couldn't get it all down.  After a few minutes of trying, my jaw was getting
sore, so I just sat there and looked at this hairless cock while jacking it off
in my hand.

After a minute or two of this, Jon started to moan and buck his hips, and I knew
that his orgasm was about to hit.  I jacked him even faster, but as the first bit
of cum started to appear at the tip, I was overtaken with a craving.  I NEEDED
every last drop I could get. I knew what would happen if I touched any of his
cum, but I couldn't help myself.  Suddenly, I was rationalizing.  My tits would
only get a little bit bigger from one dose of cum, and that wasn't so bad.  I
took the head in my mouth and pumped for all I was worth, sucking his cum down my
throat.  I kept jacking and sucking even after his orgasm finished, craving every
drop I could get.

That tingly feeling immediately sprung up in my tits and midsection, but I knew
it would.  I was still horny though, and suddenly it seemed that just one load of
cum wouldn't be enough.  I continued to suck Jon back to an erection,
rationalizing that I would have him pull out at the last moment and spurt onto
the bed.

As soon as I had sucked Jon's cock back to an erection, I stood up, ready to
push him back onto the bed and mount his cock, but he stood up and entered me
still standing up, face to face.  He then reached around behind me, grabbed my
ass cheeks, and lifted me up, with his cock still filling me, spinning me around
and landing us in the bed, with him on top.

This was the very position I was trying to avoid, as I did not want to be face to
face with a man, fucking him.  Now that I was actually in the situation, though,
with his big cock sliding in and out of my slick, shaved pussy, I found I
couldn't work too hard at changing position.  I still didn't want to kiss him, so
I stretched my neck up, getting my lips out of the way.  He kissed my neck, but I
decided I could live with that.

I just concentrated to the sensations he was causing in my body.  It felt
wonderful!  My pussy was filled and stretched with his cock, and as he thrust in
and out I could feel the tip of him butting against my rear wall.  His hands were
playing with my tits, cupping them, kneading them, and playing with my nipples as
he continued to fuck me. I loved having my breasts played with!

After playing with my breasts for a few minutes, constantly fucking me at a
furious pace, Jon reached under my ass and grabbed my cheeks. At first, I think
he just wanted more leverage, and he used his arms to pull my pussy more
forcefully onto his cock.  In the process, he was spreading my ass cheeks as wide
as they'd go, and an idea occurred to him.  He wet his finger with the pussy
juice that was freely flowing down my ass crack and then inserted it into my
asshole.

This was not a new sensation to me, but it should be obvious if you've read this
far that it was one I enjoyed very much.  I bucked my hips back and forth
violently.  Every time I pushed forward, his cock pushed into my pussy, and each
time I pulled back down, his finger invaded my asshole.  I increased my bucking
motion, and started to orgasm.  I thrashed my head back and forth, uttering
something halfway between a moan and a scream, and bucked my hips even faster
onto his cock and his finger.  Just as my orgasm was subsiding, his began, and he
shot his wad deep up into my cunt.

Within a few seconds, I had flipped him over off of me, and was slurping my still
hot pussy juice off of his softening dick.  It stopped softening shortly, and
started to grow into an erection again. After he was hard again, I moved up along
his body and positioned myself over his cock.  Slowly, so as to tease myself with
the pleasure, I lowered myself down onto his cock.  When he had penetrated my
completely, I started to roll my hips, ever so slightly, which caused his dick in
my pussy to move against the inner walls just a little bit.  Without ever
intending to increase the motion, I sped up and intensified, just from naturally
wanting to feel more of it.  Soon I was bouncing up and down on his cock as hard
as I could.

I noticed that the motion was kind of uncomfortable for my tits, so I reached up
to press them against my chest.  They were already noticeably bigger!  I pressed
them against my chest and bounced up and down, but after a while, I didn't want
to use my hands only for this, so I leaned forward (making sure to keep my lips
still out of reach) and rested my breasts against his chest.  I didn't have to
bend forward as far as I would have an hour ago.

After fucking Jon like that for a few minutes, I felt the bed shift. I felt
hands spreading my ass cheeks, and a warm, hard dick slipping into my asshole.  I
had forgotten about ted, the guy I had fucked the night before.  Apparently, our
fucking and my screaming had woke him up, and he couldn't restrain himself from
fucking my ass again.

I reveled in the sensation of having both my holes filled with hot, thrusting
cock.  I never would have believed myself capable of being such a nymphomaniac,
but I told myself that the chemical changes that had been forced on me were
responsible, and it was not my fault.  My conscience soothed, I was able to
concentrate on enjoying it!

I lay there between these two dicks, unable to do anything except let them fuck
me.  Jon fucked my pussy while Ted pounded my asshole, and the varied sensation
when they would get out of sync with each other pleasured me just as much as the
feeling of being doubly fucked.  I orgasmed once, and experienced something only
women can: the orgasm didn't stop, it just got stronger and weaker in waves.  I
lost all conception of time; they might have fucked me like that for fifteen
minutes, or it might have been a week, all I know was that I was in ecstasy and I
never wanted it to stop.  After some unmeasurable time, however, ted shot his
load into my asshole, and pulled out.  Jon orgasmed a moment later, and
collapsed onto the bed, exhausted.

I had just received a double load of cum, and the tingling in my breasts
increased accordingly.  Looking down, I imagined that I could almost SEE them
growing.  I still craved cum, however, and as it looked like Jon was down for
the count, ted was the only supply.

Unfortunately, he had just fucked me in my ass, and I didn't want to suck his
dick.  Instead, I pushed him back onto the bed and kneeled in front of him.  I
reached down to my bald cunt, and started to finger fuck myself, all the while
whispering how I wished he was hard again so he could fuck me.  That caused his
cock to perk up somewhat, but it wasn't yet all the way hard, so I grasped one of
my breasts and lifted it up as far as I could.  I found, as I had suspected, that
it was now large enough for me to get the nipple into my mouth.  I kneeled on the
bed, sucking my own tit and fingering my pussy in front of this guy like a cock
crazed slut.  I realized that that description was probably accurate, I WAS a
cock crazedslut, but as his cock grew to full erection, I simply didn't
care.

I didn't want him to stick his dick into my pussy. I'd heard you could catch some
diseases that way, so I turned over onto my hands and knees and told him to stick
his dick back up my ass.  I noticed that my breasts hung down significantly lower
than they had before, and I actually ENJOYED the fact!  I was fucking guys left
and right, their cum was making my tits grow out of control, and I couldn't help
but enjoy it, it felt so good!

Ted fucked my ass with all the excitement he had shown last night. More, in fact,
as he reached around the front of me and played with my breasts.  I don't know
what he thought of my sudden growth, but at least it kept my hands free, one for
support and one to play with my slick slit.  I rubbed my fingers up and down my
lips as ted's dick plunged in and out of my ass, both of us growing closer to
orgasm.  I reached it first, and though it wasn't one of those endless ones like
the last one, it was excruciatingly good.  Just a few strokes after my orgasm was
subsiding, ted pulled back on my breasts, burying his cock all the way up my
asshole, and shot his thick white cum up my anus. Then he rolled over and fell
back asleep.

I got up and went back into the bathroom that connected our rooms, looking in the
mirror.  I was amazed at the changes.  My hips were obviously inches wider, but
the most noticeable difference was in my tits.  They were now the size of ripened
cantaloupes!  I guessed now I'd never need the C or D cup bras either, it looked
as if I'd jumped straight to the DD's!  They didn't hang or sag, though.  They
were almost perfectly round and rode as high and perkily as they had when they
were half the size.  With my huge tits, wide hips, and bare shaved cunt, I looked
like the sexiest girl I had ever seen!  I went back into my room to wake MaryAnne
and see what she thought of the changes.

MaryAnne was still asleep, as I expected somewhat.  I had worn her out the night
before, and it was actually only eight thirty in the morning now, so it wasn't
surprising that she slept right through my screaming sex session with the boys
next door.

I didn't intend her to sleep too much longer though, and I wanted to wake her up
in a good mood.  I looked at her, still lying there in only her g string, her
gigantic tits standing up on her chest.  I was glad that at least mine weren't
that big ("yet," a small part of my mind said.)  It comforted me that she still
made me horny.  I still was attracted to girls, and if that made me bisexual, it
was only because my body was beyond my control and so strongly oriented on men.

I leaned over and, while she continued to sleep, began to lick her breasts.  I
licked around the bottoms, lifting them up slightly to lick the area that had
been folded over, and worked my way up to the nipples.  I sucked these very
gently, alternating from one to the other, wanting MaryAnne to wake up slowly to
the sensation.  She stirred and moaned a but, but wasn't awake, so I decided to
give her a stronger sensation.  Slowly, I worked the sides of her g string down
her hips, pulling her panties slowly down her legs.  When I had removed her
underwear, I gently and slowly spread her legs, and settled my head down between
them.

As long as I could, I took a good look at MaryAnne's little blond pussy.  It
looked like she did shave the sides and top of her pubic hair in by a couple of
inches, as she only had three or four square inches of hair at the top of her
slit, and none on the actual lips.  I was glad about that, because I had never
really liked to lick excessively hairy cunts.  Other than that, she had a normal
looking, but very soft and pretty, little mound.

I leaned down between her legs and brushed my tongue slowly from the very bottom
of her slit, almost on the asshole, up to the clit, then back down again.  Back
and forth, Back and forth I licked, and MaryAnne started to stir a bit more,
moaning out louder.  I concentrated on her clit for a moment, and she cried out
softly.  I knew she was awake when she reached up to stroke my hair, and grasped
my head gently and pulled it closer to her pussy.

"Lick my clit again," she said.

"Say please," I replied, teasingly.

"Please," she said, "lick my pussy.  Stroke my clit with your tongue. I need it! 
Oh!  Yes!  Like that!"

After that, she didn't have much more to say, but she made a bit of noise.  In my
opinion, that's probably a good way to wake up.  I remember hoping she returned
the favor for me some time.

After MaryAnne had finished cumming, she sat up and licked her pussy juice off of my
face.  Although I wouldn't kiss Jon and ted, I had no such compunctions when it
came to MaryAnne, and we sat there face to face on the bed for a while, kissing
and stroking up and down each others bodies.  I slid my hands down to her hips as
she reached around behind me to grab my ass cheeks and knead them for a while.  I
slid my hands up to her chest to squeeze her nipples, twisting them gently, and
she started to do the same to me.

"What the hell is this!?!?" she nearly screamed.

"Uh, I'm not really sure," I said.  It suddenly occurred to me that I had no
explanation for my rapid growth in the chest and hips.  I decided to tell at
least part of the truth.

"I don't understand how this happened," I explained.  That, at least was true. 
"I noticed they were like this as soon as I finished..."  I trailed off, not
wanting to admit I had fucked and sucked two guys I had never met before.

"As soon as you finished what?" she asked, curiously.

"Well..." I started.  "Screwing the guys in the next room, to put it bluntly."

"Guys?" she asked.  "As in 'more than one guy'?"

"Two, actually."

"Why didn't you wake me?"  she said.  "Greedy.  You didn't want to share."

We laughed at that, and that led, by easy steps, to us kissing and stroking each
other again, my breast growth temporarily forgotten.  I decided that if she asked
again, I would stick to the truth: that I really didn't understand what had
happened.  I knew that I was going to have to stop it from happening again,
though.

After MaryAnne and I 69'ed for a while, and we both had several great orgasms, she
said:

"Whoa, that's enough for a while.  You may be a little nymphomaniac, and I really
don't mind, but I really need to get to class.  Have you showered yet, or do you
mind if I go first?"

While she was in the shower, I found my own class schedule in my dresser.  The
classes here the same as the ones I had signed up for, but the name on the
schedule was "Samanthatine Jones" instead of "Samanthatopher."  My wallet was also in
the dresser, and my license had been changed similarly.  Whoever had done this to
me was thorough.

I started to get dressed.  I put on the woman's underwear for the first time
(after running around three rooms naked for over twenty four hours, I realized)
and felt the black thong underwear pull up into the crack of my ass.  It was
uncomfortable at first, but I decided that after all the things I'd had up there
in the last day, I really shouldn't complain.  Actually, after I got used to it,
it felt pretty good as it kept my asscheeks slightly spread and rubbed against my
sensitive little asshole, but it didn't help my chronic horniness.

The bra was even more embarrassing.  I'd seen girls put them on often enough, so
that wasn't a problem, but all the styles I had been provided with here really
sexy.  I picked out one of the DD sized ones, black to match my panties, and put
it on.  It lifted my tits up and held them back against my chest more, and that
made me hornier. Also, it was one of those half-cup styles that held them up but
didn't cover the nipples, so my perpetually hard little nubs stuck out into the
cold air enticingly.

I covered myself with jeans and a black t shirt, wanting to avoid the dresses and
skirts in the dresser, and found some shoes.  I left before MaryAnne even got out
of the shower, even though my first class didn't start for more than an hour.  I
was nervous as hell to be seen outside my room as a girl, and I didn't think I'd
be able to get up the courage if I waited too long.

As I walked across the campus, I was acutely aware of the sensations of my body. 
My hips swung in a wider arc, my tits shifted as I walked, and my nipples were
constantly brushing up against the inside of my t shirt, which kept them even
harder than normal.  I looked down at my chest, and saw that they were VERY
clearly visible through my shirt.

I was horny as hell, and as I walked around and saw all the men staring at me, I
knew I had to do something about it.  I was almost horny enough to pull one of
them into a clump of bushes and fuck him. Or at least suck his dick; my craving
for cum was back in force.  I could feel a little pain in my stomach, and I just
knew that a load of cum would make it go away.

I exerted all the willpower I could, and kept my eyes forward as I thought of a
plan.  I walked as directly as possible to a little shop just off of campus, one
that sold "adult books & sex aids."  I went inside, and looked around for the
dildos.  The sleazy looking fat guy behind the counter was staring at my tits the
whole time.  I found what I was looking for on a shelf in the back of the store. 
Down at the bottom was a little five inch vibrator.  As I bent over to get it, my
huge tits fell out over the top the half cup bra I was wearing.  I knew it was
obvious from the way the guy behind the counter was staring at me and almost
salivating as I stood up and readjusted myself.  I took the dildo up to the
counter and bought it, as well as some spare batteries and some condoms.  The
greasy guy's eyes never left my breasts, even while he was making change.

As I walked outside, I shuddered.  I was a man, dammit!  I didn't enjoy wearing
these woman's clothes, I didn't really want breasts or a pussy (though I had to
admit to myself that they were capable of giving me some really wonderful
sensations.)  Nonetheless, while I liked the way they felt, and would even have
liked the way they looked if it had been on someone else, I really wanted to be
able to walk around as a man again.  That sleazy guy behind the counter disgusted
me.  Why couldn't he keep his eyes to himself?!  I decided that I needed to get a
cock back between my legs.  That thought led me in the wrong direction though, as
I started to think about getting Jon's or ted's cock back between my legs.  My
pussy was starting to soak through my underwear, and that reminded me of the
vibrator I had just purchased.

I was back on campus now, so I headed for the nearest bathrooms.  My head down, I
nearly walked into the men's room before I realized my mistake, and then I had to
restrain myself from going in anyway.  My craving for cum was so bad that I
considered walking right in and taking some guy's cock in my mouth as he turned
around from the urinals.  After fighting with myself for nearly fifteen seconds,
I turned reluctantly and headed for the women's room.  It helped that I had
another option.

When I got inside a stall, I pulled down my pants and sat on the toilet.  I
relieved myself as I pulled the dildo out of my backpack, then I turned it on and
placed it right up against my clit.  The sensation was very similar to what I had
enjoyed from the clippers as I was shaving my pussy bald, but I would never have
applied the electric shaver this directly to my sensitive clit.  The feeling of
the vibrator there was spectacular.  I rubbed it up and down my slit and inserted
it into my hole, but I always came back to rubbing my clit with the tip.  I
orgasmed at least three times in ten minutes, being as quiet as possible because
girls were coming in and out of the bathroom.  I couldn't contain myself from
moaning slightly though, and I'm sure they had some idea what was going on from
the looks I received when I left the stall.

After I had cum three or four times, I was by no means satisfied (I hadn't been
completely un-horny since I was changed into a woman,) I wasn't as desperately
aroused as I had been when I walked into the bathroom.  I left the vibrator on
and pushed it completely up into my pussy, pulling my thong panties up to hold it
in.  I adjusted my clothing and left, ignoring the stares of girls who had heard
the buzzing and moaning from my stall.

It worked!  Every time I saw a guy and craved his dick, I just squeezed on the
vibrator in my pussy and concentrated on the sensations it caused there, and that
distracted me sufficiently.  I made it to class, sat down in the back, and pushed
all my weight down on the vibrator, impaling myself on it.  I wiggled in my seat
through the whole class, but I even managed to get some notes down, in between
orgasms.

As soon as class ended, I rushed directly back to my dorm.  I needed some sex,
and I needed it now!  I just hoped MaryAnne was back from her class.

Part 2 --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The walk back to my dorm was not an easy one.  The dildo buzzing away in my
soaking pussy made it possible for me to appear in public without raping every
guy I saw, but it had it's own downside.  Simply put, it felt too good!

Being that I went to a large state university, it took me almost a half hour to
walk from one side of campus, where my class was, to the other side, where my
dorm was.  Inside of that half hour, I came three times.  While I had been
sitting in class, I had had only four orgasms in three hours.  The difference was
the extra sensation of walking. As I said before, it made my whole body react. 
My nipples brushed up against the inside of my t shirt, and were again so hard it
was painful.  The gentle rolling of my hips as I walked accentuated the
sensations coming from the buzzing in my twat, and as soon as I noticed that, I
began to intensify the hip motion as I walked.  Soon, I was rolling my hips like
a belly dancer as I walked along, just because it felt sooo good!

Needless to say, walking across a college campus looking like raw sex gets you
some appreciative stares from college guys, especially if you have blond hair,
wide hips, a nice ass, 36DD breasts, and (I won't be modest) a pretty face.  I'm
ashamed to admit, I enjoyed being looked at so lustfully.  I remember being
surprised at that reaction, so soon after I had been so pissed at the guy from
the porn shop for staring at my tits.  Was I beginning to turn gay?  I wondered. 
No, I decided, it was just that I was so much hornier now, my female body was
overriding my male mind and making me lick my lips and smile back at the guys as
I passed them.  Their stares just made me hornier, which made me accentuate my
walk more, and the whole thing fed on itself, spinning off out of control like
feedback.

This particular walk back to the dorm took longer than a half hour, because I had
to stop three times and sit down on a bench.  I didn't really think I could keep
walking normally while in the throes of an orgasm.  I didn't think I could have
done that as a man, but orgasms as a woman were even more intense, and spread
throughout my entire body.  Actually, I thought as I sat down breathing heavily
and came for the third time, these orgasms were even stronger than the first I'd
had as a woman.  The voice had told me that each time I orgasmed I would get
hornier.  I guess this was just one more aspect of the change.

I thought more about the change as I sat there, wanting to wait a bit more before
I tried to get up and walk.  I had been a normal man before I woke up in that
room, tied to the bed and with a new pussy and some small tits.  Now, my tits
were 36DD and growing every time I touched cum.  Soon I would run out of letters.
 I wondered why anyone would want to do this to me?  It couldn't be revenge,
nobody really had any reason to have a grudge against me.  I didn't even know who
had done it.  I only hoped that I was right, that whoever it was would make
contact with me to keep tabs on my progress, and that I could get some
information then that would help me force them to turn me back into a man.

I really wasn't into being a woman.  The sexual sensations were the only thing it
had going for it.  I had avoided bothering with makeup, I had washed my hair but
not done anything with it (I was glad it was fairly short.)  I really wasn't one
of those guys who got off on dressing like a girl.  This morning while getting
dressed I had consciously put on jeans and a t shirt, about the most non gender
specific outfit you could wear.  My sexy underwear was not my fault. All the
underwear my unknown persecutor had supplied for me was skimpy and sexy,
consisting entirely of thong bikini panties and half cup bras in sizes reaching
up to a custom made H cup (which implied something I'd rather not think about.) 
The best I could do this morning was to choose black underwear instead of the
pink.

All these thoughts were running through my head as I finally reached my dorm and
started climbing the steps to my room.  I let myself in, and was immediately
disappointed to find that MaryAnne wasn't there.  I was so horny!  I thought about
my options for a moment, and then realized that I really had no choice.  I tried
to fight it, but I found myself drawn inexorably to the bathroom that divided our
room from ted and Jon's.  At least I had the presence of mind to grab the
condoms from my backpack as I was swept along.

As I quietly opened the bathroom door, I heard the shower.  Peeking around the
shower curtain, I saw Jon standing under the shower spray with his back to the
nozzle, shielding his front from the spray.  He didn't see me, so intent was he
on what he was doing.

I thought back to this morning, when I had seduced Jon and found that he kept
his cock shaved as bare as my slit.  I had found that unbelievably arousing
(actually, since I had been changed into a woman, I found almost everything
unbelievable arousing.)  Now, as I watched, he was carefully touching up his
shaving job, with his cock lathered up in soap and his razor sliding softly over
the smooth skin. Apparently, he found it as arousing as I did, because his cock
was standing up to a full erection.  As I watched, he stopped shaving for a
moment and started to stroke his shaft slowly up and down, closing his eyes and
opening his mouth into a big 'O' of pleasure.  He soon returned to the business
at hand, however, and continued shaving his cock and balls until he was
apparently satisfied that they were completely smooth.  Then he took his cock in
hand and started to jack off in earnest.

I didn't want him to expend all his energies without giving me any pleasure, so I
quickly pulled my head out of the shower and got undressed.  Even though I was
embarrassed by my women's underwear, I was a little disappointed when the dental
floss thin strip of thong came out of my crack;  I was actually enjoying it
there.  I had a little bit of trouble with the bra, as I found out that these
things are even harder to take off of yourself than someone else, but eventually
I was naked and ready to fuck.

I got into the shower without making any announcement of it and stepped right up
to Jon, starting to rub my tits and pussy against him.  He was so surprised as
first that I think he almost cried out, but when I dropped to my knees and took
his prick into my mouth, he seemed much more at ease.

I had to rinse his dick off first, because I really didn't want to suck something
that tasted like a bar of soap, but then I got down to business with a vengeance.
 I sucked him hungrily, grabbing the base of his cock and pistoning my head back
and forth, fucking my face with his dick.  There was nothing slow and gently
about it, we were both raging sex maniacs and we wanted pleasure NOW.  I was
rough with his cock, sliding the tips of my teeth up and down it and nipping at
the head, but he just grabbed me by the head and proceeded to force his dick in
and out of my mouth, fucking my face even more forcefully than I had been doing
to myself.  I felt powerless, realizing that Jon could easily overpower my body
in it's petite, feminine state, and there was nothing I could do but let him pump
his cock in and out of my throat at his pleasure.

Speaking of Jon's pleasure, there was one way in which I could seize some sexual
initiative, and I did.  Now that Jon was furiously fucking my face, I had both
hands free, and he was standing in front of my kneeling form with his legs
slightly spread.  I felt my way around the tub until I found the bar of soap
sliding around forgotten by the drain, and after pausing to lather up my entire
right hand as thoroughly as possible, I reached up between Jon's legs and parted
his ass cheeks.  While rubbing and caressing his scrotum with my left hand, I
slowly slipped the index finger of my right into his asshole, just up to the
first knuckle.  Jon let out a grunt that sounded half of surprise, half of
pleasure, and started to pump his cock down my throat even faster and more
forcefully.  I wriggled my finger back and forth and started to rotate it, just
to get him used to the sensation. I knew from my recent experience with my own
asshole that being filled there was quite an enjoyable feeling as long as you had
time to get used to the pressure.  Come to think of it, Jon was probably
enjoying this even more than I had, because now that I was a woman, I no longer
had a prostate.  I wondered what anal penetration would feel like for a man, but
I continued to stimulate him there as he fucked my throat. I inserted my finger
further, curling it over to reach where I had learned in Biology class the
prostate was located, and I was rewarded with a frantic grunting from Jon.  I
kept my finger there as he fucked my face even faster, his grunts and groans
rising in volume.

Suddenly, Jon went rigid.  Sensing his orgasm was imminent, I forced my finger
the rest of the way up his ass, until my knuckles were pressing hard against his
sphincters.  Jon pulled my head violently towards his crotch, shoving the full
length of his ten incher down my throat.  I hadn't yet been able to take more
that about two thirds of it, and the whole thing shoved rudely down my esophagus
nearly made me gag.  I felt like a sword swallower in a carnival.  Then the cum
started to erupt from his balls and I realized that if I came into contact with a
whole lot more of that stuff, I would look like a carnival freak of an entirely
different sort.

I tried to pull back away from his cock, but his hands held me there as the sperm
spurted down into my stomach.  By the time he finished rocking back and forth,
there was a warm spot at the pit of my belly, and my tits and hips were feeling
warm and tingly again.  I resolved to touch no more cum, ever again.  My breasts
were large enough already, and after they finished growing from this load, I
didn't want them to grow any more.  The though of being a woman was bad enough
without being a woman with freakishly large breasts.

I was still horny, though, and I had a craving for more cum that had been
intensified by the load I had just ingested.  Summoning all the presence of mind
I could while I was essentially drunk on cum, my tits and hips tingling and
throbbing as they began to grow, I led Jon out of the shower and dried us both
off.  Leading him into his room, I pushed him onto the bed and held up the condom
I had brought with me. Jon didn't look too happy about that, so I emulated
something a girl had once done to me, when I was still a man.  I took the rubber
in my mouth and positioned it across the inside of my pursed lips.  Leaning over
to engulf Jon's prick, I slowly unrolled the condom down his cock, using only my
lips and tongue.  Jon seemed to mind the condom somewhat less when he
experienced my manner of employing it.

When I had his cock completely wrapped, I got up onto the bed and squatted over
it.  My pussy was crying out for a reaming, but I waited a minute, teasing myself
and Jon, with my hand holding his rapidly hardening dick upright, and my cunt
suspended less than an inch from the tip.  Jon started to buck his hips back and
forth, rubbing my hand on the base of his crotch and just barely brushing the tip
of his dick against my clitoris at the apex of every movement.

Just the feel of that nearly made me cum, I was so desperately horny. The teasing
sensation of the feather-light touches of his head at the focal point of my
vagina nearly sent me over the edge.  I restrained myself, however.  I wanted to
be well and completely fucked before I was done with him, especially because I
wouldn't have what was normally my main satisfaction, the cum that I craved so
badly.  So, after letting him tease my clit with his cockhead for a few minutes,
I positioned the head at the entrance to my dripping wet hole, and impaled myself
upon his cock in one stroke.

Having my pussy filled at that particular moment was the single most satisfying
sensation I could remember.  I NEEDED to be fucked, like I'd never needed
anything before in my life, and this cock filling me so completely was the most
pleasurable thing imaginable.  For once, no part of my mind was dismayed by the
thought of fucking this man, I just knew in my mind that this was what my body
needed, with a biological urge that, though artificially induced, was so
desperate that it overrode any objections my mind could have to this form of
relief and made it my sole purpose to seek fulfillment from this cock.

Thinking that the sensations might be slightly muted for Jon because of the
condom he was wearing, I made a special effort to massage him with my pussy
muscles.  Although I hadn't had them for long, they had been in good shape when I
awoke as a girl, and had received almost constant practice and exercise since
then.  I clenched my cunt as hard as I could around his cock, hearing him grunt
from the sudden tightness of my pussy.  I bore down on his crotch, rolling my
hips with his dick contained in my cunt, unwilling to relinquish any of this
incredibly full feeling I was enjoying, even for the sake of stroking his cock in
and out.  Instead, I just rolled my hips, gaining sensations from the way that
caused friction between his cock and my pussy, though as wet as I was, I'm
surprised there could be any friction at all.

All the while I was grinding my clit as hard as possible down against his pubic
bone.  Realizing that my body now weighed so little that I couldn't actually
exert much pressure just by force of gravity alone, I grabbed Jon's sides and
pulled myself down on him that way. Realizing my predicament, Jon grabbed my
asscheeks and grinding my clit down on him with all his force.  Desperately
rolling my hips, I began to whimper, then to moan, and finally to scream as my
orgasm raged through me.  It seemed to last forever, as the sheer sensation of
the orgasm ate up all the other sensations I had.  Bit by bit, I lost contact
with the world, squeezing my eyes shut until it wasn't even black anymore, all I
saw was white.  Eventually I realized I couldn't even feel Jon fucking me, I
couldn't even feel my body, all I could feel was this colossal orgasm, and I was
floating in it with no reference points whatsoever.

Gradually, I became reacquainted with the real world, and realized I was too
spent and exhausted to move a muscle.  I was just lying there on top of Jon,
with his cock still stuck up my pussy, totally limp with my arms and legs lying
askew.

Jon, realizing that I would be no more help to him, and knowing that fucking
with the girl on top requires concentration, eased me off of him.  Rolling over
slightly, he deposited on my side in the middle of his bed.  Standing up, he
lifted me easily in his arms and carried me through the bathroom and towards my
room.  Any suspicion I had that he was going to gently deposit me on my bed and
return to his own room was proved wrong my the feeling of his prick, so
fantastically erect that it was standing almost vertically against his stomach,
pressing up against my back as he effortlessly carried me.

He did deposit me gently on my bed, but face down.  I could already feel the
difference in the size of my tits from the load of cum I had swallowed in the
shower, and all it did was make me horny.  Jon arranged my arms comfortably so
that I could grasp my tits with what little strength I had left, and he spread my
legs out straight across the bed.  Parting my asscheeks slightly, he reached down
deeper between my legs to get some lubrication from my still dripping pussy. He
brought this lubrication back up along the crack in my ass to my tight little
asshole, and proceeded to rub it in, massaging and loosening my tail as he did
so.  When he had done this for a moment or two, he put both his hands back to
holding my cheeks apart, and I felt a slight pressure against my ass bud. 
Slowly, and gently, he entered my rear opening.

Although I had had my ass fucked last night by Jon's roommate, ted, while Jon
was busily pumping my pussy, I was not prepared for Jon's much bigger cock. 
Apart from being at least two inches longer, Jon's tool was much thicker and
harder, and my asshole was still very tight. If I had had the strength to do so,
I probably would have asked him to stop, but as it was, I could just lay there on
my stomach and knead my tits weakly.  Actually, my exhaustion may very well have
been to my advantage, causing my ass muscles to be more relaxed than they ever
would have been otherwise.

Feeling no resistance, Jon slowly stroked his cock all the way into my behind. 
As I lay there and felt it, I was constantly sure that I had reached the last of
it, that any time now he would rub the base of his cock up against the outside of
my asshole.  But it must felt even larger than it had looked, and by the time the
base of his cock was actually touching my poor little asscrack, I was more
indecently filled than I had ever imagined possible.  I thought that there
couldn't possibly be any way he could fill me any fuller, but he grasped my (now
noticeably wider) hipbones from behind and pushed into my ass, fighting to gain
another fraction of an inch of insertion.  He seemed reluctant to pull it out, he
just wanted to stay there, completely enveloped in my ass, and so he didn't
stroke in and out, but just clenched my ass to his cock like a vise and tried to
thrust deeper.  He never pulled out any, he just tried to go deeper, rocking back
and forth ever so slightly.  This rocking motion caused a little tiny feeling of
friction between his cock and the internal walls of my asshole, as well as
rubbing my clit against the sheets bunched up under my hairless mound.  I rubbed
my tits as forcefully as I could, which wasn't very, and laid there helpless to
resist, just enjoying my assfuck.

Jon continued his attempt to get even further into my ass.  I would have thought
he had already penetrated me there as deeply as humanly possible, but he
continued to redouble his efforts, the muscles on his arms standing out with the
strain of pulling my ass back up onto his prick as hard as possible.  His rocking
continued, speeding up slowly, but the miniscule amount of movement he was
causing allowed him to hold out a long time before cumming.  I would estimate
that he was straining to further explore my asshole for nearly forty five
minutes, but I might not have been in a good stated to judge, being that I was so
exhausted that I would not have been able to stay awake except for the fact that
I was orgasming regularly, every five minutes or so.  My clit was getting sore
from rubbing against the sheets, and I was wondering how long he could keep this
up, when Jon suddenly let out a "humph!" and impaled be onto his cock by perhaps
another centimeter, which I would a moment earlier have declared impossible.  I
could feel his cock spasming in my behind, and I could only hope that the condom
held, or my tits would be growing even more tonight.  Jon held himself tightly
into my ass for nearly thirty seconds, completely rigid and grunting, before his
orgasm subsided.  Then he collapsed on top of me and laid there for a few minutes
before gathering his strength and getting up to stagger drunkenly back towards
his room.  I was asleep before he reached my door.

My dreams were exceedingly strange.  I dreamt of being in the room with MaryAnne,
but I was my old male self again.  In the dream, though, I had never been
otherwise.  MaryAnne's tits were enormous, much larger than they were in real life
(not that her real life tits could ever be considered small.)  I wanted to fuck
her, and suddenly we were naked. Without apparently moving to a bed, we were
fucking, and the longer we fucked, the smaller her tits got.  After a while I
noticed that I was growing tits and hips as we fucked, but I still had my dick.
Eventually, MaryAnne's tits and hips had shrunk until she was entirely a guy,
except for her pussy, and I was outwardly a woman, with ridiculously exaggerated
tits and ass, except for my dick.  As we continued to fuck, my dick started to
shrink, and her pussy became less concave, moving out to match my dick shrinking
back.  For one short second, we both had smooth, featureless crotches that we
nonetheless continued to rub together, then MaryAnne began to form a dick and my
own crotch dimpled in and began to resemble a pussy. Finally, I was completely a
woman, with huge breasts the size of garbage cans, and MaryAnne was completely a
man, but her dick continued to grow, stretching me wider and wider as we fucked,
stretching me all out of shape.  I felt it continue up into my body, first one
foot, then two feet, until I could feel it almost up to my collarbone, all inside
of me.  It hurt, but as it grew it pleasured me even more. Finally, MaryAnne began
to cum.  I felt warm, salty sperm bubble up from the back of my throat.  My own
orgasm began, and that's when I woke up.

Copyright ©1998 by SIC