Part 2
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The walk back to my dorm was not an easy one. The dildo buzzing away
in my soaking pussy made it possible for me to appear in public
without raping every guy I saw, but it had it’s own downside. Simply
put, it felt too good!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Actually,” he replied, “it’s a bit more upscale than that.”

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

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

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

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

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

“Pull out and make sure the condom’s alright,” I said

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

What could I do?

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