This is the entire story, so if you have an earlier, partial
version, you should replace it with this one. I’ve also revised the
earlier chapters VERY slightly, and spell checked the whole document.

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to write it.

Enjoy!

Part 1
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I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm,
when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that’s the
last thing I remember.

I awoke naked in a featureless room, my hands and feet restrained. A
bright light was in my eyes, and a woman’s voice was in my ears.

“You are an experiment,” she said. “We are testing certain compounds
we believe will genetically alter a living subject, and others that we
hope will have an effect on your physical structure and behavior.”

Another pain and I lost consciousness again.

When I awoke I felt different. The lights were out, so I couldn’t
see, but my body felt strange. Among other things, there was a
peculiar weight on my chest. The restraints felt looser, and I just
felt generally smaller. I struggled against my bonds for a while,
then I just waited.

Before long, the lights came on and I could see what was weighing down
on my chest. I had breasts! Not large ones, but breasts nonetheless.
Looking down between my legs, I saw what I dreaded: that the change
extended down there as well. My dick was gone, and in its place was a
pussy!

The voice spoke again, from nowhere. “You see the changes we have
effected. Allow me to explain. We have altered your DNA; you are now
a fully functional woman. Apart from that, we have caused some other
changes. Every time you orgasm, it increases your sex drive,
particularly your craving for cum.”

“What craving for cum?” I thought, but immediately answered myself.
As the thought of a big hard dick entered my mind, my nipples
immediately became rock hard and my pussy juices started to flow.

“Also,” the voice continued, “you’ll notice some interesting physical
effects when you come into contact with sperm. Have a nice day.”

I felt the pain again, and again became unconscious.

I woke up in what I assumed was my dorm. I had never seen it, as I
was on my way there for the first time when I was kidnapped.

“Wow, what a weird dream,” I thought to myself. As I sat up, I felt
my breasts shift and realized it was not a dream. I looked around and
concluded that whoever my roommate was, he or she was not here, which
was fortunate as I was still completely naked. I got up and went to
the bathroom that connected the room to the other one in the suite,
locking both doors.

I examined myself in the mirror. Curiously, the first thing I noticed
was that I was probably about a full foot shorter, perhaps about 5’3″.
Yes, I was indeed a girl. Small breasts, but breasts nonetheless.
Blond hair, about shoulder-length, and a blond patch between my legs.
I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs to examine that patch
a little closer.

I pulled the lips apart and saw what looked an awful lot like every
other cunt I had ever seen. Inner lips, a hole, and the clit up top
with its little hood. “That certainly isn’t my dick,” I said to
myself.

At the thought of my dick, I immediately felt a warmth between my
legs. My nipples became hard, and my pussy started to wet itself. I
rushed out of the bathroom and covered myself with the sheet from my
bed to hide my nakedness from view, and keep from masturbating. I
decided to watch some TV to take my mind off of sex.

The only problem with that is that it made me hornier. Even though
they were fully clothed, my male mind reacted to the women on
television, and my female body reacted to the men. My sex drive was
MUCH higher than it had ever been, even as a 15-year-old boy. There
was nothing particularly sexual about the shows I was watching, but
they were making me more turned on than ever just from looking at the
people in them. My pussy juice was flowing and my nipples were so
hard they ached.

I started masturbating without ever thinking about it. After a while,
I just realized that one hand was between my legs stroking the outside
of my lips, and the other was cupping one of my tits. My whole crotch
was slippery as I rubbed my slippery finger against up and down my
slit. I concentrated on my clit, because it gave the most sensation.
It felt kind of like the head of my dick, but the sensations were so
much more intense. With my other hand, I explored the sensation of
stroking my tits. I rolled my tiny, hard nipples around with my palm,
then squeezed them. After a few minutes of this, I began to feel a
hotter feeling, starting in my crotch, but spreading throughout my
entire body. It slowly intensified, becoming this tingling sort of
ecstasy, into my first female orgasm. I could feel my nipples clench
up even tighter.

I lay there, breathing heavy, for a few moments until I realized that
I was still horny. I thought about how I used to jack off my dick or
fuck my girlfriends, and how I would be completely satisfied (and
usually sleeping) five minutes after I came. I still would rather be
a man, but womanhood had at least some advantages. Or maybe it was
just the effects of whatever had been done to my body; the female
voice had said something about my sex drive increasing.

The thought of jacking off my dick made me even hornier. I was taken
by a sudden NEED to be penetrated. I reached down into my still
soaking, hot, wet pussy and spread the lips. I slipped my index
finger into my sopping wet hole up to the first joint and left it
there for a moment, just savoring the feel of being penetrated. Soon,
however, I lost all control and slammed it in all the way, moving it
in and out as fast as I could, feeling my finger rubbing up against my
inner walls. It felt kind of like stroking my dick, but in reverse.
I put my middle finger inside myself also, finding that I was kind of
tight (not surprisingly.) My fingers were slipping in and out of my
new cunt, as my palm rubbed up against my clit at the end of each
stroke.

After a few minutes of this I came again, more violently than the
first time. I thrashed back and forth on the bed and started to
scream, but I didn’t stop fingering myself. Instead, I took my left
hand from it’s place on my right breast, and swished it around my clit
for a while, still pumping my hole with my right. That felt good, and
I kept it up for a while, but what I really wanted was to feel another
kind of penetration, so as soon as I had my finger good and
lubricated, I turned over. Supporting myself on my knees and head, I
stuck my little ass way up into the air, spreading my cheeks wide, and
while still pumping my pussy as fast as I could, I started to slowly
insert the index finger of my other hand into my asshole.

At first, it hurt a bit, so I took my time and eased it in slowly.
Once I had it in to the hilt, I started to pump it very slowly in and
out. My ass was even tighter than my (virgin!) pussy, so even using
only one finger I felt completely full back there. I pumped faster
and faster, realizing that this sensation was nearly as good, if
somewhat different, than the one I was causing in my cunt. I was soon
pumping my pussy and asshole for all I was worth, causing loud
slapping and squishing sounds that would have been more audible if I
hadn’t been moaning so loudly. The warm feeling began again,
centering both on my pussy and my asshole, and then I had my third
female orgasm.

I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I remember is hearing my
new roommate entering the room. At least it was a girl. I was wet at
once when I saw her but I didn’t drag her down on the carpet
immediately and rape her, as I might have done had it been a man. She
introduced herself as Tiffany, and I blurted out my real name and was
thankful that it’s Chris, if it were something more obviously male I
would have had some explaining to do.

As I said, as soon as she walked in my cunt was soaking and my nipples
were hard again (those things were perpetually hard.) That would
probably have been true no matter what she looked like, considering
the shape my sex drive was in, but the fact that she was gorgeous
didn’t help matters. She was an inch or two taller than I was (now.
I would have towered over her when I was still a man,) and she had
hair about two shades lighter than my new color, and longer. Her tits
were gigantic, there’s no other way to describe them (I found out
later that her bra size was an E cup, and she had trouble shopping for
anything that large,) and the rest of her was thin, but still with
nice curves and wide hips.

The only problem was that I was still naked. Luckily, I had moved
around in my sleep and covered myself with the sheet, but it was thin
and white and I was pretty sure it didn’t hide anything.

I was trying to figure out a way to get up and dressed without Tiffany
finding out how naked and horny I was at the sight of her, when she
saved me the trouble.

She surprised me, actually. Most of the lesbians I had met looked
like men, some complete with facial hair, so it never occurred to me
(in the first five minutes of our acquaintance) that Tiffany would be
one. She wasn’t actually, she was bisexual, but I didn’t find that
out until later.

She came over to my bed and gently pulled the sheet down. Her gaze
went first to my crotch, which was glistening, then to my nipples,
which were starting to ache again.

“Thought so,” she said softly, grinning.

Then she took off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and lifted one of
those huge, gravity-defying tits up. I didn’t need another
invitation; I started to suck it. I had always loved breasts as a
man, and it was good to know that ONE thing at least had not changed.
I licked her nipple around and around, occasionally grasping it
lightly between my teeth. She moaned quietly as she unbuttoned her
jeans.

Getting up on her hands and knees, wearing only a pair of thong bikini
underwear that rode up between her cheeks, she stuck her ass in the
air and spread my legs. Going down onto her elbow (with her tits
rubbing against the mattress) she started to rub her thumb along my
slit. She was deliberately teasing me, just brushing the clit,
getting me hotter and wetter with each stroke. After a while, she
lowered her mouth to my new cunt.

If I had known how good it felt to have your pussy licked, I would
have done it to more girls when I was still a man. She licked up and
down the length of my cunt, like she had been doing with her thumb,
but her tongue was so much more slippery and pliant. She barely
brushed my clit, then pushed her tongue as far as she could into my
hole and fucked me with it like it was a dick. I decided that, as
long as I was a woman, I loved the feel of my cunt being slippery and
having it penetrated. Then she stopped that, and started sucking my
clit. This was too much, and I came.

When I was done moaning, I opened my eyes to see that Tiffany had
strapped on a ten-inch dildo over her panties. I was of two minds
with regards to that: my male side was disgusted at having sex with
anything resembling a dick, but my female body was more than willing.
I decided that, since this wasn’t a man but only a woman with a dildo,
it would be all right. I wanted to be taken doggy style, so that at
least I wouldn’t have to see it, so I turned over onto my knees and
elbows, noticing as I did that my tits didn’t hang down to touch the
bed like Tiffany’s had. I felt her move the head of the huge dildo
around at the entrance to my pussy to lubricate it, then slowly pushed
it into me. I nearly cried out from pain at first, as the largest
thing that had been in my pussy so far was my two fingers, but she
stuck it in slowly, going an inch or so and waiting for me to relax,
so eventually she had almost the full ten inches in. Then she started
to buck her hips slowly back and forth.

I was in ecstasy. Penetration was what this body was set up to get
pleasure from, and I loved it. My inner walls, having loosened to
accommodate this intruder, tightened again to maximize my pleasure.
Tiffany reached around the front of me to rub my clittie while fucking
my pussy. After a few minutes of this, I had lost my reservations
about seeing the dildo going into my cunt, and I made her stop and lay
back on the bed.

I let her lay there for a minute, letting our anticipation build, as I
kneeled next to her fingering my pussy and cupping one of my tits. I
was glad they weren’t as large as Tiffany’s; breasts that big must be
unwieldy. Then, I straddled my new lesbian lover and impaled myself
on the dildo sticking up from her midsection in one thrust. I
thrashed around on top of her, manipulating both my tits with my
hands, for about five minutes, until she came from the friction. I
kept going, though, leaning over to kiss her mouth and neck, and
rubbing my small, A cup breasts against her ridiculously larger ones.

Just as I was about to come, she pushed me off of her, and sat up.
“Do you like it in the ass?” she whispered to me.

I didn’t reply, I just grinned and nodded, and I got back on my hands
and knees again, but this time she put the dildo, even more slowly and
gently, into my other opening. This was a bit weirder for me, because
it occurred to me that I could conceivably have done this even when I
was a guy, but it felt too good to stop. I was so horny that I didn’t
notice any pain at all, and soon Tiffany was ramming that dildo in and
out of my asshole at top speed. Again, she reached around to finger
my cunt, her fingers slipping in and out of that hole as her dildo
assaulted the rear opening. I came quickly, and she came again from
the friction immediately after. I wanted more, but Tiffany was worn
out, so we fell asleep on the bed, in each other’s arms.

I woke up long before Tiff, having had a long nap before she showed
up, and went into the bathroom to shower and wash the sweat and pussy
juice off of me. I made sure to lock the door behind me, as I had one
other plan in the bathroom. After I took a hot shower, luxuriating in
the feel of the water splashing over my tits, I got to thinking. I
would still rather be a man, but unless I could find whoever did this
to me, I would have to remain a girl for a while, and at least I had a
great supply of lesbian sex. That was something that had always
turned me on as a man, and it was even more fun in reality than in
fantasy, and as a participant than as a spectator.

The other thing that I had noticed about female sex was that I really
liked the sensation of my cunt being so wet that it was completely
slippery, inside and out. The one thing standing in the way of that
was all the hair around either side of my slit, so I decided to shave
the hair off of my lips to make them more smooth and slippery.

I looked under the sink, searching for a razor or something, and came
out instead with a pair of electric clippers. What would Tiff do with
these? I shrugged and decided these would do to start with.

I sat down on the floor and spread my legs as wide as possible. It
still looked extremely strange to see a cunt there instead of my dick,
but after the sex I had had, I was starting to get used to it. I
turned the clippers on and started shaving, way back on what was
actually the very bottoms of my ass cheeks, slowly working my way up
towards my cunt. The clippers, cold to start with, started to warm up
as I reached my cuntlips, and the vibration was turning me on. My
pussy, always on a hair trigger, got wet again, and my nipples,
already hard (of course) got even harder. I had shaved my lips, but I
didn’t want the sensation to stop, so I continued, shaving as slowly
as possible, to trim the sparse hairs around on either side of my
patch of pubic hair. I also removed the sparse hairs across the top
of my mound, evening out my growth into a triangle at the top of my
slit. I still didn’t want to stop, so I went around the triangle
again, trimming it in a bit on the sides and down by about an inch
across the top.

I was STILL enjoying myself, so I went around the triangle again,
reducing it to a little circle, about one inch around and about one
half inch above my slit. Looking at the ridiculously small patch of
pubic hair I had left and feeling a little sheepish, I decided I might
as well go all the way, and I removed the last of my pubes.

I ran my finger across the top of my mound, intending to masturbate,
and found that I could still feel the stubble. To remedy that, I
stepped back into the shower and, using shampoo as a cream, used
Tiff’s leg razor to gently remove all trace of pubic hair from my
crotch. The shampoo made me really slick, but I decided that I didn’t
need any help, so I got out and dried myself off.

Looking in the mirror I realized that, because my pubic hair had been
blond, the follicles were now invisible. With my tiny breasts,
completely smooth pussy, and young looking face, I could have passed
for fifteen. A very horny fifteen year old, though, as I discovered
as I felt the smoothness of my newly shaven twat. I sank down onto
the carpet and started to finger myself again. My right hand pounding
my cunt, I wet my left in my pussy juices and slowly inserted it into
my asshole again. It was much easier now that Tiffany had loosened me
up, but it felt just as good.

I was moaning as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Tiff, and
rapidly approaching orgasm when I heard the jiggling of a doorknob.
Too late, I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door to the
other room in the suite. While I was lying there, two fingers in my
pussy and one stuck up my ass, the door opened and in walked a guy,
wearing just a pair of boxers. I came to the conclusion that this was
a co-ed dorm.

While I was lying there, both hands still inside myself, I stared
between my upthrust knees at his crotch. I had one of the hardest
decisions of my life. My mind abhorred the idea of sex with a man,
but as soon as he walked in my pussy had gotten even wetter and my
nipples had become so hard that I moaned in pain and arousal. I
couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch, tracing the outline of the dick
that I knew was concealed there. I tried to resist, but with what had
been done to me I never really had a chance.

I tore my gaze away from his crotch to see the surprised and dazed
look on his face. I grinned at him, then got to my knees and pulled
his boxers to his ankles. In that moment, I NEEDED cum, anyway I
could get it. I took his already hard and quite thick eight inch cock
into my mouth and administered my first blowjob. I took as much as
possible into my mouth, cramming it in as best I could, and then
removed it and licked up and down the shaft. After alternating these
for about three minutes, I took the head in my mouth and sucked as
hard as I could, while pumping the shaft with my hand. He came into
my mouth, and I swallowed it all, my gag reflex forced down by the
chemical need for sperm that had been instilled in me.

Immediately after ingesting the cum, I began to feel strange. I felt
dazed, and a tingling sensation kind of like the beginning of an
orgasm enveloped my whole body, centering on my breasts and my lower
torso. Also, I immediately felt hornier and my craving for cum
increased immensely, so I pushed this guy (we still hadn’t exchanged a
word, let alone names) back into his room and onto his bed.

I knew he would immediately feel like falling asleep, but I had other
needs, so I again sucked his cock until he had another raging hardon.
Then I got on my hands and knees (so at least I could avoid kissing
him,) and he took the hint and pushed into me.

Unlike Tiffany, he had very little finesse, he just plunged in.
Luckily, I was already quite wet and stretched out, and I didn’t
really want finesse anyway, I just needed his cum. It did feel good,
though, to be filled with warm flesh instead of just molded plastic.
I pushed my butt back against him, intensifying his strokes. He
pounded my pussy for about five minutes, then shot his wad into me.

Once again, I turned around and started to suck him off to get him
hard. It took longer this time, and I had to put some effort into it.
Eventually, though, he was hard enough and I turned back around,
presenting my shaved little pussy to be fucked. He went to it more
slowly, but after almost ten minutes I was rewarded with another load.
My cunt felt warm and sticky, and the strange feeling that had come
over me after he came in my mouth was getting stronger, intensifying
even more in my breasts and crotch.

When I tried to get him hard again, I was unable. I took his limp
cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, sucking as hard as
I could, but even after about five minutes of this, he still couldn’t
get it up.

I was desperate. I NEEDED more cum, and my mind was racing to find
some way of inducing an erection. Suddenly, I thought of one fantasy
that most guys had but few girls will ever let them try.

“Would you like to fuck my ass,” was my first words to him.

Suddenly, his cock was stirring, and as I sucked it, it blossomed into
a full blown hardon. I turned around once again, this time presenting
not my smooth pussy but my asshole to be fucked. The male part of me
that was rebelling against all this was horrified, but my unbelievably
horny female body overruled me, and my craving for cum ended any
chance of resisting this final degradation. He slipped into my
asshole and I was too filled with pleasure to stop. He pumped me for
the longest time yet, more that fifteen minutes, and I couldn’t help
loving every minute of it. My ass was so tight that it felt like I
could feel every vein on his cock pushing in and out of me. I reached
down between my legs and finger fucked myself while he was pummeling
my asshole. I had just come for the third time when he shot his
fourth wad deep up into my stomach. He pulled out and rolled over,
passing out almost immediately.

I didn’t want to suck his cock after it had been in my ass, so I
rolled off the bed and stood up. I realized in doing so that I had a
lot more weight on my chest. Looking down at myself confirmed it. I
went back into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

My pussy was still bald, but I couldn’t be mistaken for a teenager
anymore. My tits had somehow grown to the size of baseballs, and were
nearly as spherical. The fact that they hadn’t been resisting years
of gravity made them almost impossibly round and perky. My tiny
nipples (still hard!) jutted out from the upper half of my growing
breasts. My hips were also wider, and my waist maybe a bit skinnier,
but nothing as radical as the breast growth. I now knew what that
voice had meant when it said that cum would cause physical changes.

All this staring at my body had made me horny again, so I went back to
my room, got Tiffany’s dildo, and laid down on the other bed. I
spread my legs as wide as I could, and plunged the dildo into myself
all the way on the first stroke. I fucked myself furiously, bringing
my little bald cunt to an orgasm five or six times in succession
before I passed out from exhaustion.

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 Tiffany’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 Tiffany.”

At the thought of Tiff, 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany’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 Tiffany’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. I decided
that with my new resolve and self control, I’d never need such a
thing.

I 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 Greg. I guess we’re
suite-mates.”

“I’m Chris,” I said. “And your roommate?”

“Oh, you met him?” he replied. “His name’s Ian.”

I saw Greg’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 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. Greg 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 Greg 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
Tiffany’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, Greg 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
Greg 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 Greg’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, 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, Greg 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 Greg 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 Ian, 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. Greg fucked my pussy while Ian 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, Ian shot his load into my asshole, and pulled out. Greg
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 Greg was down for the count, Ian 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, but as his cock stiffened 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!

Ian 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 Ian’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, Ian 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 Tiffany and see what she thought of the
changes.

Tiffany 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany’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 Tiffany
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 Tiff had finished cumming, she sat up and licked her pussy juice
off of my face. Although I wouldn’t kiss Greg and Ian, I had no such
compunctions when it came to Tiffany, 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 Tiffany 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 “Christine Taylor” instead of
“Christopher.” 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 Tiffany 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 Greg’s or
Ian’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 Tiffany was back from her
class.

To be Continued…

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earlier chapters VERY slightly, and spell checked the whole document.

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to write it.

Enjoy!

Part 1
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I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm,
when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that’s the
last thing I remember.

I awoke naked in a featureless room, my hands and feet restrained. A
bright light was in my eyes, and a woman’s voice was in my ears.

“You are an experiment,” she said. “We are testing certain compounds
we believe will genetically alter a living subject, and others that we
hope will have an effect on your physical structure and behavior.”

Another pain and I lost consciousness again.

When I awoke I felt different. The lights were out, so I couldn’t
see, but my body felt strange. Among other things, there was a
peculiar weight on my chest. The restraints felt looser, and I just
felt generally smaller. I struggled against my bonds for a while,
then I just waited.

Before long, the lights came on and I could see what was weighing down
on my chest. I had breasts! Not large ones, but breasts nonetheless.
Looking down between my legs, I saw what I dreaded: that the change
extended down there as well. My dick was gone, and in its place was a
pussy!

The voice spoke again, from nowhere. “You see the changes we have
effected. Allow me to explain. We have altered your DNA; you are now
a fully functional woman. Apart from that, we have caused some other
changes. Every time you orgasm, it increases your sex drive,
particularly your craving for cum.”

“What craving for cum?” I thought, but immediately answered myself.
As the thought of a big hard dick entered my mind, my nipples
immediately became rock hard and my pussy juices started to flow.

“Also,” the voice continued, “you’ll notice some interesting physical
effects when you come into contact with sperm. Have a nice day.”

I felt the pain again, and again became unconscious.

I woke up in what I assumed was my dorm. I had never seen it, as I
was on my way there for the first time when I was kidnapped.

“Wow, what a weird dream,” I thought to myself. As I sat up, I felt
my breasts shift and realized it was not a dream. I looked around and
concluded that whoever my roommate was, he or she was not here, which
was fortunate as I was still completely naked. I got up and went to
the bathroom that connected the room to the other one in the suite,
locking both doors.

I examined myself in the mirror. Curiously, the first thing I noticed
was that I was probably about a full foot shorter, perhaps about 5’3″.
Yes, I was indeed a girl. Small breasts, but breasts nonetheless.
Blond hair, about shoulder-length, and a blond patch between my legs.
I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs to examine that patch
a little closer.

I pulled the lips apart and saw what looked an awful lot like every
other cunt I had ever seen. Inner lips, a hole, and the clit up top
with its little hood. “That certainly isn’t my dick,” I said to
myself.

At the thought of my dick, I immediately felt a warmth between my
legs. My nipples became hard, and my pussy started to wet itself. I
rushed out of the bathroom and covered myself with the sheet from my
bed to hide my nakedness from view, and keep from masturbating. I
decided to watch some TV to take my mind off of sex.

The only problem with that is that it made me hornier. Even though
they were fully clothed, my male mind reacted to the women on
television, and my female body reacted to the men. My sex drive was
MUCH higher than it had ever been, even as a 15-year-old boy. There
was nothing particularly sexual about the shows I was watching, but
they were making me more turned on than ever just from looking at the
people in them. My pussy juice was flowing and my nipples were so
hard they ached.

I started masturbating without ever thinking about it. After a while,
I just realized that one hand was between my legs stroking the outside
of my lips, and the other was cupping one of my tits. My whole crotch
was slippery as I rubbed my slippery finger against up and down my
slit. I concentrated on my clit, because it gave the most sensation.
It felt kind of like the head of my dick, but the sensations were so
much more intense. With my other hand, I explored the sensation of
stroking my tits. I rolled my tiny, hard nipples around with my palm,
then squeezed them. After a few minutes of this, I began to feel a
hotter feeling, starting in my crotch, but spreading throughout my
entire body. It slowly intensified, becoming this tingling sort of
ecstasy, into my first female orgasm. I could feel my nipples clench
up even tighter.

I lay there, breathing heavy, for a few moments until I realized that
I was still horny. I thought about how I used to jack off my dick or
fuck my girlfriends, and how I would be completely satisfied (and
usually sleeping) five minutes after I came. I still would rather be
a man, but womanhood had at least some advantages. Or maybe it was
just the effects of whatever had been done to my body; the female
voice had said something about my sex drive increasing.

The thought of jacking off my dick made me even hornier. I was taken
by a sudden NEED to be penetrated. I reached down into my still
soaking, hot, wet pussy and spread the lips. I slipped my index
finger into my sopping wet hole up to the first joint and left it
there for a moment, just savoring the feel of being penetrated. Soon,
however, I lost all control and slammed it in all the way, moving it
in and out as fast as I could, feeling my finger rubbing up against my
inner walls. It felt kind of like stroking my dick, but in reverse.
I put my middle finger inside myself also, finding that I was kind of
tight (not surprisingly.) My fingers were slipping in and out of my
new cunt, as my palm rubbed up against my clit at the end of each
stroke.

After a few minutes of this I came again, more violently than the
first time. I thrashed back and forth on the bed and started to
scream, but I didn’t stop fingering myself. Instead, I took my left
hand from it’s place on my right breast, and swished it around my clit
for a while, still pumping my hole with my right. That felt good, and
I kept it up for a while, but what I really wanted was to feel another
kind of penetration, so as soon as I had my finger good and
lubricated, I turned over. Supporting myself on my knees and head, I
stuck my little ass way up into the air, spreading my cheeks wide, and
while still pumping my pussy as fast as I could, I started to slowly
insert the index finger of my other hand into my asshole.

At first, it hurt a bit, so I took my time and eased it in slowly.
Once I had it in to the hilt, I started to pump it very slowly in and
out. My ass was even tighter than my (virgin!) pussy, so even using
only one finger I felt completely full back there. I pumped faster
and faster, realizing that this sensation was nearly as good, if
somewhat different, than the one I was causing in my cunt. I was soon
pumping my pussy and asshole for all I was worth, causing loud
slapping and squishing sounds that would have been more audible if I
hadn’t been moaning so loudly. The warm feeling began again,
centering both on my pussy and my asshole, and then I had my third
female orgasm.

I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I remember is hearing my
new roommate entering the room. At least it was a girl. I was wet at
once when I saw her but I didn’t drag her down on the carpet
immediately and rape her, as I might have done had it been a man. She
introduced herself as Tiffany, and I blurted out my real name and was
thankful that it’s Chris, if it were something more obviously male I
would have had some explaining to do.

As I said, as soon as she walked in my cunt was soaking and my nipples
were hard again (those things were perpetually hard.) That would
probably have been true no matter what she looked like, considering
the shape my sex drive was in, but the fact that she was gorgeous
didn’t help matters. She was an inch or two taller than I was (now.
I would have towered over her when I was still a man,) and she had
hair about two shades lighter than my new color, and longer. Her tits
were gigantic, there’s no other way to describe them (I found out
later that her bra size was an E cup, and she had trouble shopping for
anything that large,) and the rest of her was thin, but still with
nice curves and wide hips.

The only problem was that I was still naked. Luckily, I had moved
around in my sleep and covered myself with the sheet, but it was thin
and white and I was pretty sure it didn’t hide anything.

I was trying to figure out a way to get up and dressed without Tiffany
finding out how naked and horny I was at the sight of her, when she
saved me the trouble.

She surprised me, actually. Most of the lesbians I had met looked
like men, some complete with facial hair, so it never occurred to me
(in the first five minutes of our acquaintance) that Tiffany would be
one. She wasn’t actually, she was bisexual, but I didn’t find that
out until later.

She came over to my bed and gently pulled the sheet down. Her gaze
went first to my crotch, which was glistening, then to my nipples,
which were starting to ache again.

“Thought so,” she said softly, grinning.

Then she took off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and lifted one of
those huge, gravity-defying tits up. I didn’t need another
invitation; I started to suck it. I had always loved breasts as a
man, and it was good to know that ONE thing at least had not changed.
I licked her nipple around and around, occasionally grasping it
lightly between my teeth. She moaned quietly as she unbuttoned her
jeans.

Getting up on her hands and knees, wearing only a pair of thong bikini
underwear that rode up between her cheeks, she stuck her ass in the
air and spread my legs. Going down onto her elbow (with her tits
rubbing against the mattress) she started to rub her thumb along my
slit. She was deliberately teasing me, just brushing the clit,
getting me hotter and wetter with each stroke. After a while, she
lowered her mouth to my new cunt.

If I had known how good it felt to have your pussy licked, I would
have done it to more girls when I was still a man. She licked up and
down the length of my cunt, like she had been doing with her thumb,
but her tongue was so much more slippery and pliant. She barely
brushed my clit, then pushed her tongue as far as she could into my
hole and fucked me with it like it was a dick. I decided that, as
long as I was a woman, I loved the feel of my cunt being slippery and
having it penetrated. Then she stopped that, and started sucking my
clit. This was too much, and I came.

When I was done moaning, I opened my eyes to see that Tiffany had
strapped on a ten-inch dildo over her panties. I was of two minds
with regards to that: my male side was disgusted at having sex with
anything resembling a dick, but my female body was more than willing.
I decided that, since this wasn’t a man but only a woman with a dildo,
it would be all right. I wanted to be taken doggy style, so that at
least I wouldn’t have to see it, so I turned over onto my knees and
elbows, noticing as I did that my tits didn’t hang down to touch the
bed like Tiffany’s had. I felt her move the head of the huge dildo
around at the entrance to my pussy to lubricate it, then slowly pushed
it into me. I nearly cried out from pain at first, as the largest
thing that had been in my pussy so far was my two fingers, but she
stuck it in slowly, going an inch or so and waiting for me to relax,
so eventually she had almost the full ten inches in. Then she started
to buck her hips slowly back and forth.

I was in ecstasy. Penetration was what this body was set up to get
pleasure from, and I loved it. My inner walls, having loosened to
accommodate this intruder, tightened again to maximize my pleasure.
Tiffany reached around the front of me to rub my clittie while fucking
my pussy. After a few minutes of this, I had lost my reservations
about seeing the dildo going into my cunt, and I made her stop and lay
back on the bed.

I let her lay there for a minute, letting our anticipation build, as I
kneeled next to her fingering my pussy and cupping one of my tits. I
was glad they weren’t as large as Tiffany’s; breasts that big must be
unwieldy. Then, I straddled my new lesbian lover and impaled myself
on the dildo sticking up from her midsection in one thrust. I
thrashed around on top of her, manipulating both my tits with my
hands, for about five minutes, until she came from the friction. I
kept going, though, leaning over to kiss her mouth and neck, and
rubbing my small, A cup breasts against her ridiculously larger ones.

Just as I was about to come, she pushed me off of her, and sat up.
“Do you like it in the ass?” she whispered to me.

I didn’t reply, I just grinned and nodded, and I got back on my hands
and knees again, but this time she put the dildo, even more slowly and
gently, into my other opening. This was a bit weirder for me, because
it occurred to me that I could conceivably have done this even when I
was a guy, but it felt too good to stop. I was so horny that I didn’t
notice any pain at all, and soon Tiffany was ramming that dildo in and
out of my asshole at top speed. Again, she reached around to finger
my cunt, her fingers slipping in and out of that hole as her dildo
assaulted the rear opening. I came quickly, and she came again from
the friction immediately after. I wanted more, but Tiffany was worn
out, so we fell asleep on the bed, in each other’s arms.

I woke up long before Tiff, having had a long nap before she showed
up, and went into the bathroom to shower and wash the sweat and pussy
juice off of me. I made sure to lock the door behind me, as I had one
other plan in the bathroom. After I took a hot shower, luxuriating in
the feel of the water splashing over my tits, I got to thinking. I
would still rather be a man, but unless I could find whoever did this
to me, I would have to remain a girl for a while, and at least I had a
great supply of lesbian sex. That was something that had always
turned me on as a man, and it was even more fun in reality than in
fantasy, and as a participant than as a spectator.

The other thing that I had noticed about female sex was that I really
liked the sensation of my cunt being so wet that it was completely
slippery, inside and out. The one thing standing in the way of that
was all the hair around either side of my slit, so I decided to shave
the hair off of my lips to make them more smooth and slippery.

I looked under the sink, searching for a razor or something, and came
out instead with a pair of electric clippers. What would Tiff do with
these? I shrugged and decided these would do to start with.

I sat down on the floor and spread my legs as wide as possible. It
still looked extremely strange to see a cunt there instead of my dick,
but after the sex I had had, I was starting to get used to it. I
turned the clippers on and started shaving, way back on what was
actually the very bottoms of my ass cheeks, slowly working my way up
towards my cunt. The clippers, cold to start with, started to warm up
as I reached my cuntlips, and the vibration was turning me on. My
pussy, always on a hair trigger, got wet again, and my nipples,
already hard (of course) got even harder. I had shaved my lips, but I
didn’t want the sensation to stop, so I continued, shaving as slowly
as possible, to trim the sparse hairs around on either side of my
patch of pubic hair. I also removed the sparse hairs across the top
of my mound, evening out my growth into a triangle at the top of my
slit. I still didn’t want to stop, so I went around the triangle
again, trimming it in a bit on the sides and down by about an inch
across the top.

I was STILL enjoying myself, so I went around the triangle again,
reducing it to a little circle, about one inch around and about one
half inch above my slit. Looking at the ridiculously small patch of
pubic hair I had left and feeling a little sheepish, I decided I might
as well go all the way, and I removed the last of my pubes.

I ran my finger across the top of my mound, intending to masturbate,
and found that I could still feel the stubble. To remedy that, I
stepped back into the shower and, using shampoo as a cream, used
Tiff’s leg razor to gently remove all trace of pubic hair from my
crotch. The shampoo made me really slick, but I decided that I didn’t
need any help, so I got out and dried myself off.

Looking in the mirror I realized that, because my pubic hair had been
blond, the follicles were now invisible. With my tiny breasts,
completely smooth pussy, and young looking face, I could have passed
for fifteen. A very horny fifteen year old, though, as I discovered
as I felt the smoothness of my newly shaven twat. I sank down onto
the carpet and started to finger myself again. My right hand pounding
my cunt, I wet my left in my pussy juices and slowly inserted it into
my asshole again. It was much easier now that Tiffany had loosened me
up, but it felt just as good.

I was moaning as quietly as possible, so as not to wake Tiff, and
rapidly approaching orgasm when I heard the jiggling of a doorknob.
Too late, I realized that I had forgotten to lock the door to the
other room in the suite. While I was lying there, two fingers in my
pussy and one stuck up my ass, the door opened and in walked a guy,
wearing just a pair of boxers. I came to the conclusion that this was
a co-ed dorm.

While I was lying there, both hands still inside myself, I stared
between my upthrust knees at his crotch. I had one of the hardest
decisions of my life. My mind abhorred the idea of sex with a man,
but as soon as he walked in my pussy had gotten even wetter and my
nipples had become so hard that I moaned in pain and arousal. I
couldn’t take my eyes off his crotch, tracing the outline of the dick
that I knew was concealed there. I tried to resist, but with what had
been done to me I never really had a chance.

I tore my gaze away from his crotch to see the surprised and dazed
look on his face. I grinned at him, then got to my knees and pulled
his boxers to his ankles. In that moment, I NEEDED cum, anyway I
could get it. I took his already hard and quite thick eight inch cock
into my mouth and administered my first blowjob. I took as much as
possible into my mouth, cramming it in as best I could, and then
removed it and licked up and down the shaft. After alternating these
for about three minutes, I took the head in my mouth and sucked as
hard as I could, while pumping the shaft with my hand. He came into
my mouth, and I swallowed it all, my gag reflex forced down by the
chemical need for sperm that had been instilled in me.

Immediately after ingesting the cum, I began to feel strange. I felt
dazed, and a tingling sensation kind of like the beginning of an
orgasm enveloped my whole body, centering on my breasts and my lower
torso. Also, I immediately felt hornier and my craving for cum
increased immensely, so I pushed this guy (we still hadn’t exchanged a
word, let alone names) back into his room and onto his bed.

I knew he would immediately feel like falling asleep, but I had other
needs, so I again sucked his cock until he had another raging hardon.
Then I got on my hands and knees (so at least I could avoid kissing
him,) and he took the hint and pushed into me.

Unlike Tiffany, he had very little finesse, he just plunged in.
Luckily, I was already quite wet and stretched out, and I didn’t
really want finesse anyway, I just needed his cum. It did feel good,
though, to be filled with warm flesh instead of just molded plastic.
I pushed my butt back against him, intensifying his strokes. He
pounded my pussy for about five minutes, then shot his wad into me.

Once again, I turned around and started to suck him off to get him
hard. It took longer this time, and I had to put some effort into it.
Eventually, though, he was hard enough and I turned back around,
presenting my shaved little pussy to be fucked. He went to it more
slowly, but after almost ten minutes I was rewarded with another load.
My cunt felt warm and sticky, and the strange feeling that had come
over me after he came in my mouth was getting stronger, intensifying
even more in my breasts and crotch.

When I tried to get him hard again, I was unable. I took his limp
cock into my mouth and swirled my tongue around it, sucking as hard as
I could, but even after about five minutes of this, he still couldn’t
get it up.

I was desperate. I NEEDED more cum, and my mind was racing to find
some way of inducing an erection. Suddenly, I thought of one fantasy
that most guys had but few girls will ever let them try.

“Would you like to fuck my ass,” was my first words to him.

Suddenly, his cock was stirring, and as I sucked it, it blossomed into
a full blown hardon. I turned around once again, this time presenting
not my smooth pussy but my asshole to be fucked. The male part of me
that was rebelling against all this was horrified, but my unbelievably
horny female body overruled me, and my craving for cum ended any
chance of resisting this final degradation. He slipped into my
asshole and I was too filled with pleasure to stop. He pumped me for
the longest time yet, more that fifteen minutes, and I couldn’t help
loving every minute of it. My ass was so tight that it felt like I
could feel every vein on his cock pushing in and out of me. I reached
down between my legs and finger fucked myself while he was pummeling
my asshole. I had just come for the third time when he shot his
fourth wad deep up into my stomach. He pulled out and rolled over,
passing out almost immediately.

I didn’t want to suck his cock after it had been in my ass, so I
rolled off the bed and stood up. I realized in doing so that I had a
lot more weight on my chest. Looking down at myself confirmed it. I
went back into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

My pussy was still bald, but I couldn’t be mistaken for a teenager
anymore. My tits had somehow grown to the size of baseballs, and were
nearly as spherical. The fact that they hadn’t been resisting years
of gravity made them almost impossibly round and perky. My tiny
nipples (still hard!) jutted out from the upper half of my growing
breasts. My hips were also wider, and my waist maybe a bit skinnier,
but nothing as radical as the breast growth. I now knew what that
voice had meant when it said that cum would cause physical changes.

All this staring at my body had made me horny again, so I went back to
my room, got Tiffany’s dildo, and laid down on the other bed. I
spread my legs as wide as I could, and plunged the dildo into myself
all the way on the first stroke. I fucked myself furiously, bringing
my little bald cunt to an orgasm five or six times in succession
before I passed out from exhaustion.

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 Tiffany’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 Tiffany.”

At the thought of Tiff, 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany’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 Tiffany’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. I decided
that with my new resolve and self control, I’d never need such a
thing.

I 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 Greg. I guess we’re
suite-mates.”

“I’m Chris,” I said. “And your roommate?”

“Oh, you met him?” he replied. “His name’s Ian.”

I saw Greg’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 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. Greg 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 Greg 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
Tiffany’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, Greg 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
Greg 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 Greg’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, 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, Greg 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 Greg 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 Ian, 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. Greg fucked my pussy while Ian 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, Ian shot his load into my asshole, and pulled out. Greg
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 Greg was down for the count, Ian 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, but as his cock stiffened 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!

Ian 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 Ian’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, Ian 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 Tiffany and see what she thought of the
changes.

Tiffany 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 Tiffany 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 Tiffany’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 Tiffany
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 Tiff had finished cumming, she sat up and licked her pussy juice
off of my face. Although I wouldn’t kiss Greg and Ian, I had no such
compunctions when it came to Tiffany, 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 Tiffany 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 “Christine Taylor” instead of
“Christopher.” 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 Tiffany 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 Greg’s or
Ian’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 Tiffany was back from her
class.

To be Continued…

Should I continue it??

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