Guy to Gal and Back Again pt3

Once again, I woke expecting to find myself a man, but the squashed sensation of
laying on my breasts and the well reamed feeling in my pussy and asshole reminded
me that I was in fact a woman.  I looked towards the window to find that it was
dark.  I looked at the clock. 12:42.  I had slept almost ten hours, and now I was
well rested, but I had nothing to do.  I looked over to MaryAnne's bed, to see her
sleeping. I could make out the round globes of her gigantic tits under the thin
sheet.  It looked like she was sleeping topless again.  My pussy started to wet
itself.

I got up and headed towards the bathroom looking to survey the damage I had done
by swallowing that one load of cum.  The two times before, I had ingested, either
by swallowing or by having them shoot it in my pussy or ass, multiple loads, so I
hoped that the growth would not be as severe as it was in those cases.  My
breasts certainly felt heavier, and my hips seemed to swing out a bit wider as I
walked, but any changes in your body seem like a huge difference to you.  I
wanted to look at the mirror and find out how I looked to other people.

All in all, I wasn't pleased but it could have been much worse.  I had been at
the point were I had very large tits but they weren't that far out of the
ordinary.  Quite a few woman have DD cup breasts, although most are not as thin
as I am.  Unfortunately, that means I was at the point where only a little bit
more would put me over the top.  Looking at my new breasts, I thought I still
might squeeze into the DD cup bra, especially because all of my bras were those
little half cup things, but the custom made E cups I saw in the drawer would
probably be more comfortable.  The change was noticeable, but not overly
pronounced, but the effect was remarkable.  With DD size breasts, I looked
extremely sexy, but was basically a normal girl (on the outside I mean;  I'm
currently ignoring the fact that I'm actually a man.) Now, however, with only a
small change in proportion, I looked as it my body had been purposely designed
for sex.  My huge tits levitated out from my chest, so spherical that I would
almost have thought they looked fake if it weren't for the fact that they swayed
and jiggled like real tits.  My hips had also flared out by an inch or two on
either side, making my waist look thinner.  It suddenly occurred to me that my
legs, armpits, and pussy might need to be shaved, but when I checked them, only
my pussy showed any evidence of stubble.  Maybe whoever did this to me made my
legs and armpits naturally hairless. All in all, I was sure I couldn't go outside
the room now without every guy inside of a hundred yards staring at me as I
walked.  I was a walking incitement to riot.  My only comfort was that the effect
was largely subliminal.  The guys who had seen me in class today would notice me
even more tomorrow, but probably wouldn't notice the growth in my chest and hips.
 I just had to be sure to avoid cum at any cost. I put the condoms in the
bathroom counter drawer, so I would be able to grab one as I went from my room to
Jon's and ted's.  Then, I decided to get some relief for my dripping pussy and
ragingly hard nipples.  I had intended to let MaryAnne sleep, but I now decided
she probably wouldn't mind if I woke her up.

I went over to her bed, looking at her gigantic breasts and realizing for the
first time that mine were now the same size.  That brought the new changes in my
body home even more, making me realize that this huge breast size I saw before me
was the size that was hanging buoyantly on my own chest.  That astounded me, even
though I already knew it intellectually, but now that I was quickly getting very
horny, it didn't bother me so much.  In fact, it didn't bother me at all.  I just
kept looking at the size of her tits through the sheet, and thinking "Mine are
like THAT!"  My nipples crinkled even more.

I wanted to get a good look at her breasts, so I slowly pulled the sheets down
off of them, being careful not to wake her.  I looked at her like that, laying
there on her back with her head pillowed on her long blond hair and her breasts
laying back on themselves so that they were really high on her chest and didn't
fold over at the bottom at all, but they were still gigantic and stuck up quite
far.

It suddenly occurred to me that my breasts were prettier.  Ours were both the
same size, but I had only had mine for about two days now, and at first they had
been very small, so gravity hadn't had a chance to make them sag (and if I had my
way, I would soon be a man again and it never would.)  MaryAnne's breasts, though
they were very spherical and rode very high on her chest, showed more evidence of
gravity than mine.  "Not much, though," I thought to myself.  "I'd almost think
that they were fake, if I hadn't felt them.  They feel to good, soft and squishy
and firm at the same time, to be silicone breasts.

I wondered how the rest of her would compare to the rest of me.  On our faces, I
had no opinion.  Hers was pretty, and I knew mine was too, but after only two
days, I was actually starting to get used to it, and nobody can actually make
good judgements about their own face. My body I could think objectively about,
because it hadn't stayed the same long enough for me to get used to it.

I pulled down the sheet over MaryAnne's legs, wondering what she was wearing under
it.  Nothing, as it turned out.  I pulled the sheet all the way down and off of
the bed, revealing her long, smooth legs, laying bent slightly sideways on the
bed.  As far as legs went, we were about even, but mine had the edge I think
because they were so completely smooth.  Also, since I had never shaved them,
they didn't have any razor scars.  Moving upwards, My hips and ass were a bit
wider and rounder than hers, and my waist flared in slightly more, so I guess I
won on that point.  My stomach was flatter, in fact I was a bit thinner all over
my body except for the tits.  The tits I already spoke of.  I liked mine better
because they sagged less (not that anyone would have accused MaryAnne's of
sagging) and also because of the nipples.  Through all the growth that my breasts
had gone through, the nipples had stayed the same size as when I had had A cup
boobs. Now, I found it incredibly erotic to have these tiny dime sized nipples
jutting out rock hard on top of these huge E cup breasts.

The final comparison was in the cunt.  On that, I won hands down.  I hadn't
really had any opinion on this point before, but since I had become a woman and
felt the huge difference in sensation after I shaved my pussy, I had begun to
find the lack of pubic hair extremely visually arousing as well.  MaryAnne didn't
have much of a patch, just a little tuft of blond hair just above the top of her
slit, but to my mind, any at all was too much.  I decided that when I got turned
back into a man, I would suggest to my next girlfriend that she shave off her
pubes, not only for my enjoyment but for the increase in sensation that I now
knew it would bring her.  I started to think of Jon's clean shaven cock, and my
breathing got heavier.

I wondered at the fact that, looking at it from an objective point of view, I was
now prettier and made a better woman that MaryAnne, who was a knockout by anyone's
standards.  Did that make me a knockout?  All I knew is that if I was still a man
and I saw a woman who looked like I did now, I would want to fuck her.

Speaking of wanting to fuck her, I was still getting really horny from staring at
MaryAnne's naked, sleeping form.  I went over to her and started to rub my hands
over her tits.  Then I leaned down, and with both hands, I put our tits together
and started to rub mine up against hers.  MaryAnne started to roll her head back
and forth and moan in her sleep.  I got up onto the bed and put my knee between
her thighs, rubbing my leg into her crotch.  As I rubbed, I could feel the
lubrication seeping out of her pussy.  Her eyes started to flutter, and she
moaned "Oh, Samantha!"

She wasn't awake yet, so I started to kiss her neck, working my way up to her
lips.  I kissed her on the lips, forcing my tongue in between her lips.  I felt
her hot breath blowing on my face as I felt my first kiss as a woman.  I stopped
to catch my breath, and MaryAnne moaned "Oh, Samanthatopher!"

That brought me up short for a moment.  How could she know my real name, when
she'd never met me as a man?  I decided that either she was having a dream like
I'd been having earlier, or she was just dreaming about someone else and the name
resemblance was a coincidence.

I went back to kissing her neck.  MaryAnne's eyes fluttered some more and then
opened, and then closed again as she sank back with a smile on her face.  I was
trailing kisses down the middle of her belly, stopping to insert my tongue for a
moment into her belly button, then continuing down over her little tuft of pubic
hair and into her slit. Her pussy was by this time soaking wet, so I didn't
really have to linger at it for long, but I did anyway for my own enjoyment, and
to tease MaryAnne for a while.

I licked up and down the creases on the inside of either thigh, not touching the
pussy itself, just stimulating the skin around it.  I moved down to the skin
between the pussy and the asshole, almost touching the ass bud, and licked there
for a while (I'm happy to report that MaryAnne's  ass seemed clean as a whistle.) 
Then I began licking the top of her mound, to either side of the carefully shaved
pubic hair.

By this time I knew MaryAnne was aching to tell me to eat her out, but was
restraining myself because she didn't want me to know how much I turned her on. 
I stopped licking around her cunt and made as if I was about to go for the main
course, but at the last minute I stopped short.  I just stayed there, not
touching her cunt but blowing softly on it, for twenty seconds or so until she
couldn't hold back any more, and she moaned softly, "Eat my pussy!  Please!  I
need it!"

Now that I had been asked, I was happy to oblige.  I went to the task at hand
with a vengeance, licking up and down the slit and sucking the clitoris into my
mouth.  I inserted my tongue into her cunt hole and fucked her with it until it
started to ache a bit, then took her clittie back between my lips and sucked it
hard.  She moaned, half in pleasure and half in pain.  I started to flick her
clit gently with my tongue while still keeping it in my mouth and sucking it, and
MaryAnne erupted like a volcano.  She thrashed around on the bed like a wounded
animal, gripping my head between her legs as if they were pincers, and I was just
along for the ride.  I didn't stop sucking her clit, though, so her orgasm lasted
a LONG time.       After about minutes, though, she was done and laying there
limp on her bed.  I wasn't done, however.  I went over to her dresser drawer and
pulled out the strap on dildo she had fucked me with the day before from it's
hiding place under her sweaters.  I belted it on and looked down to see a cock
jutting from between my legs for the first time in two days.  It was extremely
weird to have to look between two enormous tits to see it, and it was longer than
mine had been and looked even bigger because the rest of my body (except tits and
ass) was smaller, but I felt fairly sure that my eight years of experience would
carry over, and I'd be able to use it with some finesse.

I was right.  From the minute I stuck it into MaryAnne, she perked back up and was
soon fucking wildly.  I grabbed her ass and spread her cheeks as I drove the
plastic cock into her pussy, and I shoved my tongue down her throat.  I found
that the friction of the base of the dildo against my clit gave me quite a bit of
pleasure, and I tried to abandon myself to the feeling and fuck her as if I were
a man.  I actually tried to pretend for a while that I was a man again, but it
was made impossible by the way our tits rubbed up against each other as we
fucked.

Not that that sensation was at all bad.  When I abandoned the idea of trying to
pretend this was actually my real dick and fucked her like what I actually was
(namely, a sex crazed bisexual cum hungry slut) I found that I actually liked the
sensation.  Either of us had huge tits, but when you pressed them up together
there was twice as much flesh between our chests.  Our breasts pushed us so far
apart that it was almost hard to reach each other to kiss, and I loved the feel
of our tits and nipples sliding against each other when they began to get sweaty
and slippery.

I was enjoying myself immensely when I suddenly felt hands spreading my ass
cheeks.  I looked behind me to see ted standing there, grinning.

"Have you got a condom?" I asked, wanting to avoid any further enlargements.

"Why are you so worried all of a sudden?" he retorted.

For a minute I considered telling him the truth, but I decided that informing him
that cum would cause my breasts to get even bigger might get me raped, so I just
said "I just decided that the other way wasn't a good idea.  Go in the bathroom
and get one out of the drawer."  He started to sulk and I added, "I'll make it up
to you later."

He did as I asked, and I went back to reaming MaryAnne's pussy.  She had offered
no objection to ted joining in, in fact earlier she had implied that she would
want it, so I figured she wouldn't mind.  I was kneading her ass cheeks and
pinioning the dildo into her cunt with all the force I could muster, so I had
almost forgotten about ted when he returned, condom dutifully applied.  I felt
hands spreading my ass cheeks again, and didn't look around, knowing what was
about to happen.  ted put the head of his cock up against my asshole (I could
feel that he had lubricated it with something, probably the KY jelly I had seen
in the bathroom drawer) and pushed it in.  It felt tight because I hadn't had any
preliminary warm up to this anal penetration, but Jon had stretched my ass all
out of shape earlier in the day, so it wasn't painful.  It began to feel good
almost immediately, and though it was hard to maintain a consistent rhythm, with
three people involved, I don't think any of us minded the times when we would
fall out of sync.

MaryAnne came first, and most often.  I wouldn't be surprised if she had orgasmed
five times in that session.  I came next, and it was a really good one.  I
decided that I liked being in a sex sandwich between a guy and a girl as much as
between two guys (and I started to wonder what it would be like between two
girls.)  I was thinking about that when my second orgasm hit, a moment later. 
This one was more leisurely and sedate than the first, but no less enjoyable.  I
was just winding down from that one when ted tensed up, grunted, and shot his
load.  I waited for a moment, but I could feel no tingle in my breasts. 
Apparently, my plan had worked.

We disentangled ourselves and lay on the bed for a moment, gathering our
strength.  It was then that I noticed Jon standing in the corner, slowly
massaging his dick.  I didn't know how long he was there, but decided I didn't
have many secrets from a guy who had been inside all three of my major orifices
(except for the one big secret, but I didn't see any way he could find that out,)
so I just shrugged to myself and got up, walking over to him.

I applied a condom to his cock with the same technique I had used earlier,
thinking to myself that if this went on, I would have to buy condoms by the
gross.  Then I kneeled on the floor in front of him, sucking his condom encased
cock for all I was worth.  I didn't know where I had developed this appetite for
sucking dick, but I assumed it had been a side effect of my chemically induced
craving for cum. Whatever the reason, I enjoyed doing it now, as I licked up the
underside of Jon's huge, smooth shaft and let the tip of my tongue dance on the
mushroom shaped head.  After teasing the tip of his cock, I suddenly enveloped
it.  After the face fucking I had received, I found it possible (though still by
no means easy) to take his entire length down my throat.  I still had to fight
for it, shaking my head back and forth as if to say "no" when what I was really
thinking was "YES!"

Finally, I had it all down my throat, and I felt him take a hold of my head again
and begin to fuck his cock in and out of my mouth. Realizing that he could now
take his pleasure of my mouth at his own pace, I reached down to give myself some
relief.  I brushed my left hand across my breasts, lightly touching my nipples,
which were again in pleasant pain from being so erect.  My right hand went
directly down into my soaking crotch.  I slid it gently across my mound, feeling
the slightest hint of stubble (must remember to shave) and parted my lips,
inserting two fingers into my hole.  I didn't need any sort of prelude or
foreplay, I was already as wet and horny as it was possible to get.  I pumped my
index and middle fingers in and out of my hole, and my thumb found my clit and
started to massage that.  I found that it worked best if I didn't try to move my
thumb.  The constant movement caused by my shoving my first two fingers in and
out of my opening caused enough movement in my thumb to do the job on my clit.

My left hand was still massaging my breasts, one at a time.  More accurately,
part of one at a time, because they were now so enormous that I could never hope
to fit one completely into anyone's hand, let alone my own dainty feminine ones. 
My tits felt warm and good, but I wanted to be filled in another place, so I
slipped my left hand down into my pussy for some lubrication, and then reached
around behind myself, parting my ass cheeks.

My asshole had been much used since last time I had masturbated it, and It was
somewhat larger than it had been.  I now found that I could fit two fingers into
it, not at all uncomfortably.  I relaxed there on my knees, luxuriating in the
feeling of being completely full, ass and pussy.  I savored the feeling of my
fingers pumping in and out of me, front and back, as Jon fucked my face at top
speed.

Finally, I began to cum.  I stuck my fingers up my ass and into my pussy up to
their knuckles and just rode out the orgasm like that, sucking Jon's cock into
my mouth harder as I squealed my pleasure. The sight of my playing with my pussy
and asshole, quite understandably, had been quite a turn on for Jon, and he
began to buck his hips in that characteristically uncontrollable way and filled
his condom with cum.  I fell back from where I had planted his face in his
crotch, and lay there on my ass for a moment, looking over to where ted and
MaryAnne were.

I needn't have worried about making introductions.  ted was seated on the edge of
MaryAnne's bed, and MaryAnne was servicing him in much the way I had just been doing
to Jon.  She was also playing with herself, like me, but instead of fingers up
her ass she had the dildo that I had recently been fucking her pussy with. 
Satisfied that they were taken care of, or at least were taking care of each
other, I turned back to Jon.

Jon pushed me over onto my back, and then he lowered himself onto the floor next
to me.  His cock was hardening again, but slowly, and I decided to give it a
little hand.  I reached out and took it in my hand, stroking it slowly back and
forth.  This action, at least, felt totally natural.  I had done it so many times
to myself, it was just weird to be doing it to someone else.  Jon, meanwhile,
had reached up to play with my enormous breasts (what man wouldn't?) and was
rolling the nipples around between his thumb and forefinger.  This sensation made
them even harder, and I started to moan louder and rub his dick faster.  Jon
started to thrust his hips up against me, and soon he couldn't stop himself from
mounting me and entering my pussy.

I can't say this enough times: I LOVED having my pussy fucked.  The sensation of
being full was unbelievable; the ecstasy of fucking was still there, but with
this added pressure.  Not to say that I didn't want to be a man again, but as
long as I was a girl I wanted to do this as often as possible.

I don't think Jon minded either.  He reared up between my spread legs and
pounded into me with incredible force, while I was all the while encouraging him
to fuck me even harder.  I reached down between my outstretched legs to feel his
dick going in and out of my opening with my hand, reassuring myself that these
wonderful sensations I was feeling from my crotch were, in fact, real.

Jon continued to pump away at my pussy, his hands gripping my hips tightly for
leverage.  It occurred to me that there was a much better grip now than there had
been when I woke up yesterday as a woman, and I actually gloried in the fact.  If
I was going to be a woman, even for only a short time, I was glorying in the fact
that I was a huge titted, round assed whore of a woman, who was repeatedly
fucking both of these two guys who I had yet to exchange more than a few
sentences with.

I thought back to how I would probably reacted in a similar situation when I was
still a man, and realized that these two certainly didn't mind.  All they really
wanted was sex, and as that was all I was interested in from them, I felt we had
a fair exchange.  I abandoned myself again to the sheer sensation of Jon's cock
sliding in and out of my two day old pussy, feeling the shaved, hairless area
above his cock slap up against the smooth mound above my clit.  I really
preferred Jon's hairless cock to ted's hairy one.

By now, Jon was starting to speed up in his fucking me and his breathing was
becoming irregular.  I felt my own orgasm hit without warning, rushing through my
body like fire through my veins, and I screamed my appreciation so loud that
everyone up and down the hall must have heard it.  I felt like I was seeping
slowly away from myself as I dissolved into a puddle on the floor.  Jon tensed
up and shot another load into his already full condom.  He drove his dick all the
way into my pussy and left it there for a bit, while he recuperated. I savored
the full feeling all the more because I knew it wouldn't last much longer now. 
Soon, he pulled out of me and got up, walking back to his room.  ted, having
recently reached his own orgasm, followed his roommate, leaving me and MaryAnne as
two well pleased sluts, lying exhausted about our room.

I awoke the next morning still on the floor, with dried pussy juice all over my
thighs.  I had awoken already with the decision not to go to class today, and as
it turned out I didn't really even have the option, as it was already ten o'clock
and MaryAnne had already left for class.

I got up in a leisurely manner, and headed for the shower.  I stopped on the way
to examine myself in the mirror.  Yes, my judgement last night had been correct,
the condoms had stopped my tits from getting any bigger.  I felt relieved, but
also slightly disappointed.  The man in me wanted to see tits that grew
completely out of proportion with the rest of my body.

I got into the tub and washed off my body, feeling the spray of the shower wash
over my sensitive skin.  I let it linger as long as possible on my huge
mammaries, as the hot water was really the only thing that could make my nipples
relax completely.  They were otherwise always at least a little bit erect.  I
felt down between my legs and lathered up my mound, shaving it again so that it
would be completely smooth.  I checked my legs and armpits again, and concluded
finally that they were now permanently hairless.

I got out of the shower and toweled myself off.  I went back into the room and
began to get dressed.  I picked out a blue pair of thong panties, again avoiding
the pink, and one of the half cup bras to match.  Yes, the E cup did fit much
more comfortably than the DD.  I then pulled on a pair of jeans and a t shirt.

I had to check to make sure that the jeans were the same size as the ones I had
worn to class yesterday.  They were so tight I could barely get them over my
hips, even completely unzipped, and when I did I had a hell of a time zipping
them up.  I looked at myself in the mirror and realized that they fit me like a
second skin.  Even my formerly loose t shirt was stretched tight over my tits,
and my nipples were showing through with no possibility of mistake.  I decided
that, if I looked this indecent even in clothes, there was no point, and I may as
well be comfortable.

I lounged around in my underwear.  My tits were actually more comfortable in the
bra, because of the extra support, and I looked at myself in the mirror wearing
just bra and no panties, and decided that I looked stupid (I wouldn't admit even
to myself that I actually was enjoying the feeling of the g string wedging itself
up into my ass, and rubbing back and forth against my ass nub as I shifted and
moved around.)

I watched TV most of the day, but as daytime TV wasn't that interesting (even if
I was now a girl, I still couldn't get into soap operas and talk shows) mostly
what I did was masturbate.  Spending a whole day with my hands in my panties kept
me fairly satiated, and when a knock came on the door connecting our room to the
guy's at about three o'clock, I said "Come in!" without any immediate intention
of raping whoever it was.

It was ted, and to my surprise, he was fully clothed.  I lay there
unselfconsciously, knowing that he had already seen me even less covered up than
this.

It turns out that the boys wanted to invite me to go with them to a party.  I
didn't really want to get into the habit of going out on dates with men, but I
figured that since it was both of them, it couldn't really be called a date.

"Jeans and a t shirt ok?" I asked, not really expecting a dress code.

"Actually," he replied, "it's a bit more upscale than that."

He left before I had a chance to respond, so I didn't get the chance to beg off. 
As I thought about it, though, I decided that wearing a dress wouldn't be so bad.
 It wasn't like I'd look like a man in drag. I had the kind of body currently
that was supposed to wear dresses. Also, I was kind of tired of staring at the
television, and I wanted to get out and do something.

We all left for the party at about ten o'clock.  I still hadn't heard seen or
heard from MaryAnne, but I picked out a black dress (the longest one I had, and
still the hem was closer to my hips than my knees) and some VERY low heels, and I
was carrying a purse.  I still wasn't bothering with cosmetics, but I wanted to
carry a few condoms with me, just in case.

When we got to the party, at a fraternity house, I was surprised to see that as
yet I was the only girl there.  The frat boys were standing around looking kind
of dejected, so I assumed that this wasn't the plan.  They were all doing a good
job of drowning their sorrows in beer, however.  Being the only girl there, and
possessing a figure that could stop traffic, I had an endless supply of drinks
being handed to me, and I soon became quite drunk.  All these faces I didn't know
were whirling around me, and I was wondering why they all seemed to be trying to
flirt with me.  I was a MAN, wasn't I?

After an interminable time, I found myself upstairs in someone's private bedroom
with ted.  None of the other girls invited had shown up, or at least they hadn't
stayed that long, and all the guys were doing quite a job of drinking themselves
into a stupor.  ted and I had slipped away upstairs for a little quickie, after I
had felt inside my purse to make sure I had a condom.

I was bent over the bed, my dress hiked up and my thong panties pushed to one
side, and ted was behind me, rubbing his dick and applying the condom.  When he
pushed into my pussy from behind, it felt so different, because I was drunk and
so much more relaxed than before. I just rode along the fuck in a blissful,
erotic floating state, until I noticed something.  I had been letting ted fuck me
doggy style for a while, and suddenly it felt different.  It felt like the condom
was bunched up around the base of his cock.

"Pull out and make sure the condom's alright," I said

I felt him do so, and then he said "Shit.  Damn thing broke."

What followed was too important a decision to be made in such a drunken state.  I
had already had a little bit of his pre-cum in me, and that accelerated my need
for more.  Apart from that, I was more than a little drunk, and feeling the
amiable apathy that strong drink brings with it, so before I knew it, ted had put
his cock back into my pussy and was fucking me again, and I hadn't raised even a
token protest.

The first thing I realized was that it actually felt much better to be fucked by
a bare cock than one encased in latex.  I felt bare skin against my vaginal walls
again, and I loved the feeling.  I had gotten used to the feeling of being
fucked, it seemed almost normal to me now, and I was enjoying the hell out of
this particular fuck.  ted reached around the front of me and pulled my dress up
over my head, leaving me in just my bra and underwear, his dick still pushing the
thong to one side and pumping in and out of my slit.

He then reached down to my pussy and began to rub my clit as his dick stroked in
and out of my hole.  As usual, this sensation drove me over the edge, and as I
tensed around him, gripping his cock with my inner walls, he reached his own
orgasm and shot his cum up into me.

The tingling in my tits returned with a vengeance, stronger now that I hadn't
felt it in days, and in my drunken state I actually found it quite pleasant.  I
still knew that more cum would increase the sensation, and all I really wanted
right then was to feel more of the wonderful warm, throbbing feeling in my hips
and tits, so I quickly turned around and began to lap all my pussy juice off of
ted's dick.

I licked the length of it and took it into my mouth all the way in the first
stroke, continuing to massage it with my tongue and pump it in and out of my
face, but keeping it contained in my mouth and sucking it as hard as I could.  I
made no attempt to vary the sensation, I just stuck with what I knew worked
fastest.  I now had no intention of just making him hard with my mouth so he
could fuck me again, I just wanted his cum inside me as fast as I could get it. 
When he came, in record time, I swallowed it without stopping and didn't pause,
just continued sucking him to another orgasm.

When I heard the door open I didn't even look up.  I just spread my legs so that
Jon could pull off my panties, leaving me clothed only in my half cup bra (which
was doing nothing, as I was on my hands and knees and my tits were hanging down
out of the cups.)  He then slithered up under me and slid his dick into my pussy.
 I was glad, it was just one more source of the cum that I needed so badly.

I went on like that, sucking ted's cock while Jon screwed me, and ingesting
every drop of cum I could possibly get, when I noticed something.  I was being
fucked in the ass as well.

I tried to look behind me to see who it was, but ted was nearing orgasm again and
he just grabbed my face and stroked it up and down his cock.  I relaxed to the
thought.  After all it wouldn't be the first time this week I had fucked some guy
I didn't even know, and I craved more cum.  I was addicted to it, I needed it now
more than I had before, and the craving before had been almost unbearable.

I floated off into a haze of sex.  Each time someone would shoot a load of cum
into me, someone else would immediately take their place in one of my holes.  I
wasn't even doing anything anymore, I was just kneeling there on my hands and
knees on the bed, as these guys fucked my face, pussy, and asshole.  I was just a
receptacle for their cum, and that was fine with me.  I needed all they could
give, and more.  I serviced them all, and they began coming back for seconds. 
The cum filled up my openings, and began dripping out, but I knew that as long as
it was touching my skin it would soothe my need for it, so I just cried out for
more.

The tingling in my breasts and hips was now enough that it was getting me off on
it's own.  As long as they kept cumming on or in me, the tingling kept up, so I
was stuck in this constant orgasm that lasted hours.  As you may imagine, it's
hard to be to upset about anything while you're constantly cumming, so I didn't
even raise a fuss when some bright boy got the idea that they didn't have to keep
fucking my cum drenched holes (by now we were far past 'sloppy seconds.'  I had
serviced at least twenty five guys, and some of them were on thirds or fourths)
but instead they could just jack off onto me.  As the guy who had been fucking my
pussy got out from under me, I realized that I was still on all fours, but my
breasts were resting quite firmly on the bed.  Looking down at them, I could
actually see them growing!  Very slowly, to be sure, but any visible growth was
way too much with regards to my already overlarge breasts.  As I said before,
though, it's hard to mind anything while you're having an uncontrollable, three
hour long orgasm, and the cum they were spurting onto me from their drunken
circle jerk kept my hips and tits throbbing enough to keep the orgasm up, so I
just stayed there.  After a little while, I turned over onto my back, so that I
could reach down and massage my cunt and finger my asshole while they jacked off
on me.  This just increased the speed with which they came, and the volume of cum
that was splattering down on me, which once again increased the tingling. I was
in ecstasy.

I have no idea how long it lasted, all I know is that I woke up the next morning
back in my room.  Jon and ted must have brought me back, unconscious.  There was
no way this morning that I could wake up still thinking I was a man.  The immense
weight on my chest dispelled that notion before I could even formulate it.  I sat
up slowly, feeling my ponderous breasts hanging down almost to my lap.  Looking
down, I couldn't even gage their size.  I decided to go the bathroom for a closer
look.

I staggered all the way there.  It wasn't a hangover (actually, I felt pretty
good,) it was just that my tits hurt a little from the weight whenever I moved
and the unbelievable weight of my breasts threatened to overbalance me and send
me toppling over.  I reached the bathroom, took a deep breath, and looked at
myself in the mirror.

I started from the bottom, allowing my gaze to travel upwards.  My hairless pussy
was still naked, apparently whoever had tucked me into bed hadn't bothered to
dress me.  My hips were supernaturally wide, and as I turned to the side I saw
that my ass stuck out in a full half circle.  My gaze slid up again, past my
impossibly thin waist (but not much past it) to rest on my tits.  Standing
sideways like this, they stuck out more than a foot.  As I turned to face the
mirror head on, I saw that they were larger than watermelons.

I stood there transfixed by the new size of my breasts.  I had never imagined
such an exaggerated set of proportions on a female body.  I was appalled, but at
the same time it made me impossibly horny.  Here was, in truth, too much of a
good thing, but my animal nature couldn't help reacting to that good thing.  My
little hairless pussy was soaking wet, and my nipples (grown somewhat now to
quarter size, which still looked ridiculously, arousingly small and pointy on
these mammoth mammaries) were already rock hard.  I had to masturbate, but first
I had to try something.

I went out to my room (still no MaryAnne) and rummaged through my underwear
drawer, coming out with the size H custom made bra that was the largest I had
been provided with.  Strapping it on and pulling it up my torso, I found that
even it was entirely too small.  My over-generous tits flowed out over the half
cups, cascading down in front of them and looking generally ridiculous.  I could
never go outside with tits this size, certainly not without a bra.

What could I do?

Part 3 --------------------------------------------------------------------------

My body answered that question almost before I could formulate it.  I could
masturbate.  In fact, I HAD to masturbate.  As the voice had said to me, the more
sex I had, the hornier I became.  After last night, I knew that I would now be on
a VERY short fuse, and that short fuse had been burned away by my male mind
seeing my preposterous female proportions in the mirror.

I must clarify something here, just so a reader (if this document ever finds one)
won't think badly of me.  I'm not one of those men who think that bigger is
better, without a limit.  If I had met a girl as a man with breasts the size that
mine were, most of my mind would have been disgusted.  Breasts of this size
almost qualify as a deformity. However, my more animal side can't help but react
to large breasts, and unlike my aesthetic sense, my animal side doesn't have much
in the way of limits.  Check this out with other guys;  If they're truthful,
they'll tell you it's true.  Big breasts bypass your higher brain functions and
make you horny, the bigger the hornier.

With the changes that had been forced upon me, I was constantly pretty horny
anyway.  I had been a woman for about four days, and my nipples had been hard for
the entire time.  Apart from that, each time I came it made me even hornier.  As
I unclasped my too small H cup bra, I realized that I didn't feel as hopeless as
I had when I first saw my breasts.  It was hard to be simultaneously horny and
depressed.

I lay back, completely naked, onto my bed.  I really wished that MaryAnne was
here.  I would have to explain my breast growth (or shrug and pretend I had no
explanation, as I did last time,) but I much preferred sex with a partner to
masturbating alone.  I wasn't about to proposition one of the guys;  My craving
for cum had grown with my tits, and I wasn't too sure that I'd be able to make
them put condoms on.  Even now, without one of them in front of me, just thinking
about their creamy cum almost made me go next door and suck them off.

Thinking about it, but being very careful not to let myself get up off the bed, I
let my right hand wander down from my mouth along my neck. When I got to my
breasts, I was shocked again at the size of them.  I ran my hands over my tits,
marveling at how much tit I had to run them over.  I had heard that women's
breasts were less sensitive the larger they got, but that was NOT the case with
mine.  When I had those little A cup things, I could barely feel them, but with
these gargantuan tits I could feel every breath of wind on the little, fine hairs
that covered them.

Finally, I reached my nipples.  They were so erect that they were sticking out
like little points, the little cone shape extending out to the edge of the areola
and jutting out perhaps an inch into the air.  As the nipples were only about as
big around as a quarter (erect, I mean;  I had never seen them not aroused,) this
meant that they stuck out about as far as they were across.  Needless to say, in
the state I was in, touching them was an amazing experience.  I pinched them
gently and rolled them back and forth between my fingers, loving the feeling that
sent shooting up into my body and straight down to my pussy.  I felt like I could
cum from just playing with my nipples.

I wanted something a bit faster, however.  Leaving my left hand to continue to
stroke my newly enlarged breasts, I trailed the right down along my belly.  I
felt the stomach that was still, impossibly, smooth and small in spite of the
ridiculous growth in my breasts and hips, and trailed my hand down further.

When I reached the area just below the subtle incurving of my belly, the place
where my blond pubic hair had been until I shaved it off, I started to get even
wetter.  I loved the feeling of slickness there. I dipped my fingers quickly down
into my slit, but brought them back up to my mound quickly.  With lubrication
from my pussy juice, I could feel the perfect smoothness of my cunt.  It was
still perfectly smooth from the shaving I did yesterday morning.  I concluded
that my hair grew very slowly.

I didn't really care, though.  I just was thankful because I loved the feeling of
all that smooth skin above my slit, without a hair in sight.  I hadn't even
touched the slit yet, I was just rubbing my fingers over the top of my slippery
mound.  I raised up my head and propped it up on pillows so I could look down at
my cunt as I played with it.

My pussy looked almost like a little girl's.  Sitting there, with my legs parted
only a little, there was not even a suggestion of stubble under the skin, only
the nice little mound that slowly curves from one soft mound into two lips
separated by a slit.  I rubbed slowly across the mound and extended one finger to
the top of the incurving line, just brushing my clit.

It was tender!  After last night, I wasn't surprised, but I could tell that if I
was at all forceful with it, it would be very painful.  I proceeded to brush it
gently, sometimes not even touching the clit, just brushing around the little
hood that enclosed it.  Even that was enough to give me immense pleasure.  It
wasn't that my clit was painful to touch, it was just that in it's slightly raw
state, it was more sensitive both to pain AND to pleasure.

So pleasure it I did!  I was grasping and pulling on my tits with my left hand
while I rubbed my clit with my right.  It was amazing!  Even after all the sex I
had had as a woman, nothing had prepared me for this.  My dick had never been
anywhere near this sensitive.  In fact, I wouldn't have been able to conceive as
a man of anything being this sensitive.  The pleasure I got, just from fingering
my clit, wiped out any worries I had about who had done this to me, of how large
my tits had become, or anything else.  Those things would return, but for now I
was totally lost to my ecstasy.

My wet pussy was crying out to be penetrated, so I wrenched my finger away from
my clit and pushed it up into myself.  It also felt definitely sore, but because
of this soreness, I was so much more aware of the feeling of my finger sliding
into me.  Where before I would have crammed two or even three fingers into my
cunt (after last night, I was certainly stretched enough,) I now was completely
satisfied to have one there.  I moved it in and out for a second, then returned
it to my clit.

Suddenly, I had an idea.  I got my little vibrator from where I had hidden it in
my dresser (under that pink DD cup bra that I would never wear now,) and grabbed
MaryAnne's dildo from where it lay, forgotten, next to her bed.  Laying back down
on my bed, I inserted the vibrator into my pussy.  It filled my only partially,
but it still felt extremely good.  I didn't even turn it on, I just pushed it in
and out of me for a few moments, until it was well lubricated, and then pulled it
out.

Spreading my legs nice and wide, I felt under myself and pulled my asscheeks
apart, then slowly inserted the vibrator.  My ass was just as sore as my pussy,
so the vibrator was slightly painful when I pushed it in for the first time, but
I really wanted to be penetrated back there so I just clenched my teeth and kept
pushing it slowly, but relentlessly, up my tail.  Finally, it was completely in. 
I turned it on, and immediately the pain turned to pleasure.  I started to pump
it in and out, gently because my asshole was still very sensitive.  My pussy
momentarily forgotten, I concentrated all my energies on the sensations I was
giving myself by fucking my ass with a vibrator.  It was amazing.  I felt full,
that's the best way I can explain it, so sensuously, ecstatically full, and the
sensation was coming not from my cunt but from my asshole.  After only about a
minute of slowly pushing the vibrator in and out of my anal entrance, I came.

After the orgasm subsided, and with the vibrator still buzzing in my ass, I began
to work on my pussy.  I took MaryAnne's dildo and ran the tip of it slowly up and
down my slit, teasing like I had done so many times to other girls with my REAL
dick, when I still was a man.  The flowing pussy juice lubricated the head of the
dildo, and I felt myself gasp as it grazed up against my clitoris.  I positioned
the head of the plastic cock at the opening of my vagina, and slowly pushed it up
inside.  Now I was filled, front and back, like I loved to be.  I used my right
hand to pump the dildo slowly in and out of myself, and my left hand to stimulate
my clit.  Now the feeling was truly unbeatable.  I had dildos in both my cunt and
ass, filling me completely, and I was simultaneously playing with my clit.  I
knew I couldn't last long before I came.

I was right.  After only a few minutes of stimulating myself this way, I began to
orgasm.  Unlike the other times I had masturbated, though, I didn't stop playing
with myself.  It felt too good, and so I decided to play with my pussy up until
the moment when I was exhausted from the orgasm and had to stop.

I discovered something about women about then.  Whenever I had cum as a man,
there had been a time just after my orgasm when I was too tired to move.  As a
woman, I kept waiting for that time, but it never happened.  My orgasm didn't
end, either.  It just came in and out of focus, alternately bowling me over with
sensation and receding to a pleasant glow between my legs.  I knew that girls
could maintain orgasms much longer than guys, but this seemed insane.  I could
keep having this feeling as long as I kept fingering myself.  I wondered why
women ever stopped!

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