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Help! A sequel to Nymphomania By Ed Miller As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content. If you are not legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it. If you do read it, send any comments to: [email protected] I should warn you, ladycyrrh labeled another of my stories (Nymphomania, which this one is a sequel to) "a fuckfest, but more literate than most." That is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest. Literary worth belongs in literature. What you're reading now is smut. Be forewarned. Oh, and in case you were wondering, this story is fictitious. All the characters in situations in it are fictitious. It's not true. Really. * * * Help! Somebody, if you're reading this, you've got to help me! Wait a second...I need to explain. I've got some time before she comes back, I can start from the beginning. Or near enough, at least. My name is Chris Taylor. A while back, nearly a year actually, I wrote something. It was kind of like a story, but it was true. Basically, it was something that had happened to me. I'm digressing again. Let me give you a synopsis: on my first day of college, I was kidnapped. I woke up, and I was a girl. Really. I know it sounds like bullshit, like some of the other stories you read on newsgroups, but it's true. I didn't know who did it; I woke up in my own dorm room, with no clues (or clothes.) This might seem bad enough, but it wasn't the only thing that had been done to me. I was horny. I mean really, uncontrollably horny. And each time I had an orgasm, it made me even hornier. When I met my roommate, a good-looking blonde girl named Tiffany who was bisexual (a bit too convenient to be coincidental, eh?) she kept me somewhat satisfied, but the dorm rooms are separated into suites, and when I ran into my suite-mates, all hell broke loose. Co-ed dorm. Sounds like a fine idea, right? Not in my case. I don't know what was done to me, or how, but apart from my sex drive being jacked up into the stratosphere, it was strongly oriented towards men. In fact, it was more specific than that. It was strongly oriented towards cum. Believe it or not (and I doubt you believe it) I was ADDICTED to cum. Pretty bad, right? Picture it: there I was, actually a guy but trapped in a woman's body, and my body needed cum so badly that I couldn't stop myself from having sex. With men. Believe me, I tried. That's not all of it, either. I don't understand this part at all, but each time I came into contact with cum, my tits got bigger. It was bad enough just to say the phrase "my tits" without them ballooning up all the time. And I do mean ALL the time. I couldn't stop. Each load of cum I got in me, or on me, made my tits grow, but it also made me hornier. One thing led to another, and to make a long story short, within less than a week, I had gone from an A-cup to breasts so large they needed a custom-made bra, and it was labeled an O-cup. These things were gigantic. I mean bigger than basketballs. Remember those things you used to sit on and bounce around on when you were a little kid? The big red rubber things? They were bigger than that. Like I said, I don't understand it at all. As I understand it, that couldn't have happened. Mass must be conserved, or so I thought; you can't just gain more without it coming from somewhere. But I'm not the crazy genius who thought this stuff up. Tiffany says that the mass didn't really change, it was just that the molecules were arranged differently. I don't understand that either, but that doesn't surprise me. Oh yeah, Tiffany...she's the point of this whole thing. She was behind it all, posing as my roommate to keep an eye on me. I eventually figured it out, and I doused her with another one of her little concoctions. Basically, it made her fall in love with me. Well, the technical way she explained it was that it "imprinted the recipient with the facial features of the first person viewed after the drug is administered, and stimulated the pleasure centers of the brain each time that exact stimulus is repeated," but the long and the short of it was that it was a love potion. She changed me back to a man, and that was the end of it. I wrote all of that down before and posted it kind of to brag. I mean, this was weird shit, but I ended up alright from it. Part of the side effects of the changes was that when I changed back, I was taller and (even better) my dick was huge. A full twelve inches. I kind of wanted to tell someone about the whole crazy deal, but whom could I tell? So I wrote it up and posted it to the newsgroup. I figured nobody would ever think it was true, they'd think it was just another whacked-out story. I was kind of right. Now, let me go on to my problem. I need help, and I need it quick. I'm posting this story to the newsgroup because it's the only line of communication I can use. It's a dirty trick on Tiff's part, because she'll only let me access the moderated newsgroup. If this was the regular one, I'd just post "HELP!" and be done with it, but to get this past the moderator, I'm going to have to go into detail on bits that I'd rather leave out. I'm going to have to tell you about the sex. You see, I've been living with Tiffany since all that shit happened. It seemed the best thing for me to do. I've had a willing (VERY willing) sex slave as well as a mad scientist to help with the classwork. A hell of a deal, and we've been rooming together since. We've switched rooms, and suitemates. I didn't mind getting other suitemates; it's kind of uncomfortable seeing a guy that you fucked as a girl, even if he doesn't know you're the same person. However, we've stayed roommates. So it was a bit of a surprise to me when I felt a pinprick in my side while I was walking to class. I had just about enough time to realize that that was how it started before, and then I blacked out. Again. Just like before. I woke up, naked, in a room. I was tied down to the table I was on, which was the only piece of furniture there. Everything was the same as before except for two things. And I mean EVERYTHING was the same as before. I could feel a slight weight on my chest, and I knew that I had breasts. And I also knew that if I could reach down between my legs, I would feel a pussy. "Oh, shit." Like I said, two things were different. The first was that I knew where I was. The second was that I wasn't alone. I woke up staring up into Tiffany's face. Under other circumstances that would be nice; she really is a beautiful girl. In this case, however, it wasn't a good sign. "Good, you're awake," I heard her say. "What happened?" I asked. I was flabbergasted. She shouldn't have been able to do this. "What happened? I turned you into a girl again," she said with a smug smile. "That should be obvious, Chris. What you're really wondering, I think, is how I could do it. Right?" My silence was answer enough. "Well," she continued, "it seems you're not as smart as you think you are. The drug you administered to me would have worked; in fact it did work. Perfectly. But it was based on a visual stimuli, and do you know what?" I suddenly understood. She could see the understanding dawn on my face, but she went on, to torture me with the details. "Exactly," she said. "I see you understand now. You CAN find the answers, if you're led by the nose. The drug forced me to react to a visual stimulus, your face. But when you administered it, you were a woman. Your face changed when I turned you back into a man, and to tell the truth, that one does nothing for me." She grinned devilishly. "I always did prefer girls, Chris." She paused for a moment to let that sink in. As I thought about it, something occurred to me. She must have seen hope bloom on my face, because she laughed. "No, Chris, I'm not that stupid. You're a girl again, and quite pretty, but you don't look anything like you did before. I'm not going to get stuck in that same trap again. Now sit there for a while. Don't worry, I'll untie you and let you go eventually. After all, I can't give you what you need. And you know you need it, don't you? You need it again." I knew what she was talking about. As she spoke, images leapt to my mind. I saw huge cocks, thrusting into my pussy, my mouth, my ass...I could almost feel them, feel the cum that they were spurting out onto me. My mouth watered. I could feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples getting hard. I heard Tiffany walking out of the room behind me, where I couldn't see. She was right. I needed it. I had no idea what would happen next. With Tiffany, you can never really be sure. I just laid there for a moment as I heard Tiffany shut a door behind her. I didn't struggle against my restraints; I knew they'd be unbreakable and in any case, I knew I wouldn't be nearly as strong now that Tiffany had changed me into a woman again. It turns out I didn't need to bother. A few seconds after I heard the door clang shut, I was released and my restraints retracted back into the table. I sat up, rubbing my wrists, and began to take stock of the situation. In the dim light, I examined the room. Featureless is the only way to describe it. I couldn't even find the door that Tiffany had exited through. The only thing in the room was the table I was dangling my legs from. It, like the walls, appeared to be metal but wasn't cold. Actually, that's not quite true. There was something else in the room. Me. I jumped down from the table and began to take stock of myself. No doubt about it, I was a girl again. With quite a girlish figure, in fact. Just like before, my body was recognizably female, but not too curvy and with small, but definitely present, breasts. My pussy hair and the hair hanging to either side of my face were blonde. I didn't have a mirror, so I couldn't examine my face itself, but I figured Tiffany would probable arrange that soon enough. She knew how uncomfortable it would be for me. Since there was nothing more to be learned, I jumped back up onto the table. Judging from the fact that I had to jump, I guessed that I was now around five feet tall. Settling back onto the table, I suddenly realized that I was sitting in the middle of a puddle of pussy juice. Of course Tiffany had had to allude to sex before she left. My sex drive was once again jacked up way past any normal level; she knew that once she got it started, my imagination would take over and run away with me. And she was right. While I was taking stock of my situation, wondering how the hell I was going to get out of this one, in the back of my mind images were constantly running. Images of naked bodies, mine and other people's, both men and women, twisting and writhing in sex. I spread my legs, lying back on the hard table. I didn't really even try to resist; I knew it was futile. My right hand traced it's way down from my neck to my breasts. With both hands, I started to massage them. My nipples hardened against my palms, and I rubbed my hands against them, lightly, just teasing them. I grasped my tits in both hands and started to tug on them, lightly, and then harder, until I started to moan uncontrollably from my arousal. Leaving my left hand stroking my breasts, I moved my right down past them. I trailed my hand along my belly, taking my time. It wasn't like I had anywhere in particular to be. When I reached my crotch, I petted at the small patch of pubic hair for a moment, just rubbing the outside on top of my pussy. The hair was wet and matted against my mound. My pussy juice had been flowing so freely that I was wet all over my crotch, as well as down my thighs nearly halfway to my knees. Trusting that I was lubricated enough, I slid my finger downward to my slit. Touching myself there sent a shiver through my entire body. This was a sensation I hadn't felt in nearly a year, and my whole body tensed up. For a moment I thought I was going to cum on the spot. Slowly, however, my body relaxed. I didn't move my finger at all, just left it there touching my cunt lips, until I was sure I could continue. Then I started forth in earnest. Spreading my legs even wider, and feeling my pussy lips pull open wider as a result, I started to move my finger back and forth in my pussy. I didn't insert it at first, I just drew it up and down along my soaking wet slit. I was moaning louder now, and my left hand was tugging harder at my breasts. I was beginning to lose control; my hands were starting to work me over of their own accord. I couldn't stand it any more. I needed to feel something in my cunt. Spreading my legs wider yet, I plunged my middle finger up into myself. It felt strange after so long to feel something actually INSIDE of me, but it felt so good at the same time. I pushed the finger up into my pussy, trying to get it as far in as possible. The palm of my hand was right up against my clit, which was engorged with blood and standing out firmly from it's little hood, and that felt amazing as well. My hips were thrusting up against my hand, pushing my finger further up into me and rubbing my clit up against my palm. I was yelling out loud from the pleasure, and my left hand was pinching and pulling on my nipples so hard that they hurt, but I couldn't stop. I kept going, rubbing my crotch and my tits frantically, desperate to cum. I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling my breasts squashed under my weight. I continued to cup and massage the left one with my left hand while my right worked busily at my pussy. My hand was caught between my pussy and the table, and I ground myself down onto it, trying to get my finger further into me. My whole body was moving back and forth, my hips thrusting, rubbing my pussy against my hand. I was fucking myself against the table. As I kept going, I could feel my ass rising up into the air. My face and tits stayed glued to the table, but with my hand still finger-fucking my pussy, I slowly worked my way up to my knees. I could feel my ass sticking up into the air, still moving back and forth and thrusting towards my hand. I could feel the cool air up against my ass cheeks, all wet as they were from my exertions. Wagging my ass back and forth, and moaning and squealing with pleasure, I began to cum. As my orgasm built, I worked my hands faster on my pussy and tit. I was pressing my breast up against me, HARD, and my hand was thrusting my finger in and out of my pussy as fast as it could move. The orgasm grew and grew, enveloping my whole body. I could hear myself screaming in ecstasy, but it was like it was someone else. Finally, I began to come down from the climax. Had I still been a man, that orgasm would have knocked me flat. But, as a woman, and as horny as I was, I didn't even stop. The only thing I changed was to take my left hand from it's position at my tit and run it back over my ass, trailing the tip of my middle finger along the crack of my ass until I reached my asshole. Already well lubed, my ass put up no resistance when I slowly inserted a finger up my back door. I could feel both my fingers, invading into my body at front and back. I felt twice as full, and twice as good, as I had before. The only problem was that I couldn't get them far enough in. I wanted more. I knew what I wanted. I wanted a cock. I wanted two cocks, fucking me furiously in my pussy and ass. I didn't hear when Tiffany walked into the room; I was too busy moaning with my fingers up my ass and my cunt. I'm sure I must have been quite a sight, face down on the table and double-fucking myself, with my ass wiggling back and forth in the air as I neared another orgasm. Just as I was about to cum again, Tiffany spoke. "Enjoying yourself, I see," she said. I rolled over onto my back, startled to hear another voice. With my fingers still buried in my pussy and asshole, I looked between my spread legs, straight at Tiffany. She was standing, just inside the doorway, stark naked. "Fuck you," I said, or at least tried to say. What came out was a slow, throaty "Oh, yes..." in more of a bedroom voice than I think I could have managed if I tried. My eyes widened in astonishment. "Well," Tiffany continued, "I think now you're experiencing the other effects of what we've done to you. Surely you didn't think I did this to you JUST for revenge? Why do you think I waited so long? I needed to have something to test on you." My eyes widened even more, in sudden understanding. I couldn't say anything, but Tiffany answered the unvoiced question. "What did I do to you?" she smirked. "I tested a serum that makes you VERY susceptible to suggestion. You might say I hypnotized you. From now on, you can act like yourself ONLY when you're alone. Whenever anyone else is present, you'll be exactly what you tried to make me into: a willing fuck slave. Watch, I'll show you." She walked over to the table, hopping onto the end of it more easily than I had. After all, she was taller now. "Lick me," she said, spreading her legs. I tried to stop, but my body moved of it's own accord. I crawled across the table, slowly and arching my back so that my ass would stick out as much as possible. When I got to her side, I dipped my head down between her thighs and started to lick her pussy. Tiffany's pussy was hairless, as a result of one of her concoctions. The same drug had inflated her breasts to a G-cup, so large that she had to buy custom-made bras. As I tongued her clit, I rolled up my eyes to see her playing with her gigantic melons, and looking down at me from between them. She was smiling. I focused my attention back onto her pussy. I licked it back and forth, stroking my tongue across the entire length of her naked slit. She wasn't as wet as I was, but with the tongue-lashing I was giving her, it didn't take her long to catch up. As she got hornier, I could feel her clit hardening and jutting out against my tongue. I concentrated my licking there. Meanwhile, both my hands were quite busily at work on myself. I could feel them, still inside me, front and back. My ass had dropped back down so that I was lying flat on the table, but that gave me more resistance to push against. My uncontrollable pelvic thrusting was pushing my hard clit against my hand, and my finger further into my pussy. The finger fucking my ass was feeling pretty good as well. I ground my warm crotch up against the cool, unyielding table. My nipples, rock hard little points, were rubbing up against the smooth surface of the table as well. I could feel another orgasm coming on, and as it hit me, I redoubled my efforts on Tiffany's clit. She started to cum at the same time I did, her pussy juice soaking my entire face. She grabbed me by the back of the head and ground my face into her bald pussy, rubbing it back and forth and scissoring my head between her thighs as she moaned in orgasm. My own orgasm was every bit as good. I was cramming my fingers up my cunt and ass to try and prolong the sensation. When Tiffany's orgasm began to subside, she slid her ass back away from me, across the table. I followed, stretching out my tongue to try and get more pussy juice, but she stopped me. Putting her hands on my shoulders to hold my face away from her cunt, she said, "No." "But I NEED it," I whined. Tiffany smirked. "I'd stop you from begging for it, but I bet that humiliates you to no end. Beg all you want, but follow me." She got up and walked out of the room. I followed, still naked and pleading for her to let me lick her pussy again. She led me down a hall to a bathroom, and stepped inside, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror. Tiffany, knowing I didn't want to look at myself but couldn't control my curiosity, let me stare for a while. Just as I suspected, I was a naked, pretty blonde girl. I was horny enough without having to see that as well. "Sit down on the edge of the tub," she said to me. I did so, feeling the cold porcelain against my wet ass. "I want you to shave your pussy for me. Do you want to do that?" she asked. I could feel my head wagging in response. This was one thing I really didn't mind. I remembered from my previous experience that a hairless cunt was actually more sensitive that a normal one. However, I was acutely aware that I should be trying to find a way out of this predicament instead of enjoying any part of it. Tiffany handed me a set of electric clippers. "Start with these," she suggested. I turned them on and spread my legs, reaching down with my left hand to pull the skin taut so I could shave it better. I turned the clippers on and lowered them to my crotch. I had to roll my hips all the way forward so that I could reach to where the hair began, way back at the very bottom of my slit, where it met my ass crack. The buzzing of the clippers was turning me on, as was the vibrating sensation against the very bottom of my ass cheeks. I could see the sparse, curly hairs begin to fall away. As I shaved on, higher up on either side of my slit, it became easier. I could see better. It also became more pleasurable, as the vibrating clippers worked closer and closer to my clit. I took my time with it, both because I was enjoying it and because Tiffany's conditioning constrained me so that I had to LOOK like I was enjoying it. As I shaved on, more and more hair fell away to settle to the ground. But, as sparse and blonde as the hair was, it didn't take me long to reach the top of my slit. I looked across the room. Tiffany was leaning back against the counter with her legs spread, roughly tugging on her huge breasts with one hand and furiously fingering her clit with the other. Her eyes were glued to my pussy. I followed her gaze to my crotch. What I was left with now was a triangle of hair that started just above my clit. To tease Tiffany, and myself, I shaved around the triangle, shrinking it by maybe half an inch in every dimension. Then, I did it again. I continued to trim in my bush, rounding it off as I went, until all I was left with was a tiny, round patch of hair about an inch above the top of my slit. Everything else was bare. Tiffany, when I looked up at her, was working her crotch even more furiously. Her mouth was a wide O of rapture, but her eyes were still open and aimed straight at my pussy. I returned my own attention there, and removed the last of my pubes with one horizontal swath. Then I got up and into the bathtub, already full, and began soaping up my pussy. The clippers had left it bare, but covered with invisible blonde stubble. When I finished rubbing soap all over my crotch, I reached over to the side of the bathtub to pick up a razor. Stretching out the skin of my pussy with my left hand, I began to shave it completely smooth with the razor. It was kind of hard to do, because I had to pull the skin flat to shave it and it was all slippery from the soap, not to mention my pussy juice. It was so arousing, though, to feel the razor sliding over my skin, leaving inch-wide sections devoid of soap, naked, and COMPLETELY smooth. It didn't take me long until my entire crotch was as smooth as the porcelain that I was sitting on, though warmer and more pliant. I looked over across the room. Tiffany was still fingering her cunt as hard and fast as she could, and she looked to be enjoying an immense orgasm. I moved towards her, eager to get some satisfaction. "Stop!" she said. "Stay where you are. I'm not going to give you any pleasure. You've got to do it to yourself." I couldn't move any closer to her. I was stuck where I was, sitting on the edge of the tub with one foot in and one foot out. The smooth porcelain was pressing up against my crotch. I rubbed myself back and forth over it, experimentally. It was so smooth, there was almost no friction, but I could feel the movement, and the coolness of it was an amazing turn-on. I leaned forward, so that my clit would make better contact, and slid my crotch back and forth on the rounded edge of the tub. My pussy was so wet and smooth that I slid with no resistance at all, a foot or more back and forth. I held onto the side of the tub with both hands and started humping it for all I was worth. Even while I was doing it, I was amazed at the image I knew I was making. Here I was, in a girl's body, so sex-crazed that I was humping the side of a porcelain tub to get some relief, arching my back and thrusting out my breasts. Meanwhile, Tiffany was sitting across from me, obviously enjoying the show. It didn't matter how shocked I was; I couldn't have stopped, even had I wanted to. And I didn't want to. It felt amazing...the cold porcelain seemed to suck the heat out of my pussy, but instead of a turn-off, I found it to be an incredible turn-on. My pussy juice was covering me from waist to knees, making me slippery as hell, and I was sliding all over the place on the edge of the tub. My clit, specifically, was sliding back and forth, and far from being cold, it felt like it was on fire. My lips were spreading against the tub, and I could feel the coolness of it against the warmth inside my pussy. I was grinding down so hard that my ass cheeks were even parting a little, and I could feel the porcelain sliding around up against my asshole. Still sliding back and forth, grinding my cunt into the smooth porcelain, I reached up with my hands to stroke my titties. They were so sensitive, I actually found myself wishing they were as big as Tiffany's huge melons. My hands were slippery, and I rubbed the pussy lubrication all over my rock hard, pointy little nipples, twisting them and cupping my tits in both hands. I knew I was going to cum soon, and I wanted to be playing with my breasts when I did, to increase the pleasure. I shoved them together, up against my chest, and then pulled out on them. I was just marveling at the sensation of having breasts there to play with. After only a minute or two of breast play, I began to cum. I immediately ground my pussy harder down onto the tub, arching my back and rubbing my tits as I moaned in orgasm. I could feel it shaking me throughout my entire body. I shuddered as it grew, getting better when I thought it was as good as it could get. I rubbed my tits harder and slid back and forth faster, anxious for more of this feeling. I could feel my pointy nipples against the palms of my hands. I was arching my back, screaming up at the ceiling, and cumming as hard as I could. When the orgasm wore off, I was wasted. And finally satisfied. But a small voice in the back of my head said that the satisfaction wouldn't last long. Tiffany stood up from her place across the room. Still stark naked, with her own pussy juice soaking her thighs, she led me down the hall. I watched her as she walked ahead of me, her ass moving back and forth and her giant tits jiggling and swaying as she moved. It was making me horny again. I knew that I was making a similar display of myself, but it still aroused me on her. And, truth be told, it aroused me on ME. I was so sex- crazed that anything aroused me. Tiffany led me to a nondescript room, comfortable furnished, with a bed in one corner and a computer against the opposite wall. By the time we got there, I was once again pleading for more sex. "Well, my little slut, here you go," she said. "You'll be staying here for a while. Now that your conditioning has taken effect, I don't need to keep you locked up. You'll drop to your knees and start pleading for sex from anyone you see, so I'll have my revenge on you even if you leave. Not that you'd actually be able to leave. If you walk out that door, you'd probably be too busy fucking me and my staff to ever make it outside." By this point in her monologue, I was actually crawling towards her, reaching out with my tongue for her pussy. She let me lick it for a moment, and then pushed my head away so that she could finish speaking. "I thought I might leave you some way to interact with the outside world, other than fucking, so there it is," she said, pointing to the computer. "It doesn't have any email access, but you can browse the newsgroups. You can only post to one, though," she finished, with a devious smile. And that's why I'm writing this. I need your help. I know it's just part of her torture; since this moderated group is the only one I can post to, I have to tell you about the sex to get the request for help past the moderator. But that's what I'm trying to do: ask for help. Please, if you're reading this, I don't know where I'm being held, or what you could do, but PLEASE Part 2: Obviously, nobody got my previous message. Well, that's ok, I've got time on my hands now, and nothing to do but try again. I'll repeat: I don't know where she's holding me, but someone, you have to help me somehow! Well, I guess I should get down to the details. This post will never get past the moderator if I don't tell you what's happened since I last posted. I already told you about my first evening as a woman. As a woman again, I should say. Actually, I don't know what I should say. The English language isn't really set up to discuss this sort of thing. After I finished writing my post, I laid down in the bed that I'd been provided with and tried to get to sleep, but I knew I wouldn't succeed. I was so horny I could taste it. Tiffany had left me alone in my room, without giving me any satisfaction, and if that wasn't bad enough, I had made it worse. I had sat there at the computer and recounted all the events that had transpired, particularly the sex, and that hadn't helped at all to lessen my arousal. My pussy was dripping wet, and I knew I'd have to do something to get some relief before I could actually sleep. I tried to avoid it, tried to get my mind off of sex. I got up and walked around the room, examining it and trying to think of ANYTHING but sex. The room itself was comfortable, but not lavish. Over in the corner was a dresser which (I discovered) held lots of women's clothes. There were T- shirts and jeans, which I knew I would wear given a choice, as well as dresses and some slutty skirts, which I knew Tiffany would try to find some way to force me into. The underwear, of course, was a nightmare. Thong- style panties and half-cup bras, cut away so that they would hold up my tits, but not cover my nipples. The bras, also predictably, ranged in size from A- cup, past F-cup, to custom-made sizes, which ranged up to some so large I didn't think I'd be able to walk if I had breasts big enough to fill them. The top left drawer of the dresser, however, was the one that got me. I opened it up, only to find a selection of dildos. And I mean a WIDE selection, ranging from about six-inches up to more than a foot. Some were smooth rubber, while some were molded to resemble a real dick, complete with balls. There were strap-ons of all sizes, as well as double-ended dildos. I couldn't take my eyes off of them. I was entranced. I knew that it was just part of the effect of what Tiffany had done to me, but I couldn't stop. I reached out and took two of the most realistic-looking fake dicks, one about eight inches and the other easily a full twelve, both with molded balls attatched. I returned to the bed. Laying back and accepting my fate, at least temporarily, I spread my legs and felt in between my pussy lips with my hand. I was soaking wet. I took the larger dildo and ran it down along my newly-shaven crotch. I was wet and slippery, so the head of the fake dick slid easily over my mound and down towards my hole. I didn't immediately go that far, however. I slid the dildo back and forth against my clit, feeling the hard little ball of flesh rigidly jutting out from my crotch, almost like a tiny cock. The intensity of the sensation was immense. I couldn't take it any longer, so I slid the head down between my lips and inserted it into my hot, soaking cunt. I could feel my hole spreading and stretching wider to accommodate the shaft inside me. I was well lubricated, as well as spreading my legs as far as they'd go, so it wasn't too hard to get it inside of me, but inserting it the whole way was rather more difficult. I could feel the dildo sliding along my inner walls, but I was still pretty tight, and could only get it in about two thirds of the way. I moaned with the pleasure of the penetration, however, and I didn't really mind working up to the full twelve inches, if each practice session felt this good. I kept the bigger dildo working in and out of my pussy, but my asshole was aching to be fucked, so I decided to give it a bit of a workout as well. I turned over onto my stomach and hiked my ass up into the air, like I had earlier while masturbating on the table. Still fucking my pussy full speed with one dildo, I inserted the other up into my back hole. With all the pussy juice that had leaked out of me so far, I didn't need to worry about lubrication. I worked both the fake cocks in and out of myself, as hard and fast as I could. I was enjoying the hell out of the fucking I was giving to myself. I could feel my orgasm coming up quickly, but suddenly I could feel a cooler feeling in both my pussy and ass. I couldn't stop fucking myself, though, so I ignored it and rode out my orgasm, feeling it rock throughout my body. When the last spasms of orgasm had expired, I slowly withdrew the dildo from my cunt to examine it. Rolling to my back and bringing it up to my face, I looked at the tip, shocked to find that thick, white liquid was dripping from the tip, where the hole would be if it were a real cock. I brought the dildo closer to my face and took the tip of it gingerly into my mouth. I had known, but I had to be sure. It was cum. I suddenly realized that I could feel the long-forgotten tingling sensation spreading out from my crotch, concentrating in my tits. I knew I was growing again. And I couldn't stop. My left hand resumed fucking my asshole vigorously with one of the dildos, and I could feel more of the cool cum, so unlike the hot jism that shot from living dicks, oozing out into my ass. The other dildo was still in my mouth, and I found that I couldn't take it out to resume fucking my pussy. I didn't want to. Instead, I sucked it deeper into my mouth, eager to get more cum from it. I sucked as hard as I could, still fucking my own ass. I knew what I was doing to myself, but I couldn't stop. I could feel the cool smooth plastic sliding into my mouth, over my tongue. I wrapped my lips around it and sucked harder. I ran my tongue over the fake veins of it's surface. I could feel myself heating up even more at the image I knew I was making; a hot slut sucking on a fake cock. It felt completely different from what I remembered of cocksucking, though. With a real cock, it was hot and warm, thrusting itself in and out of me. With the dildo, on the other hand, the shaft was cool, and didn't move at all except at my direction. But the biggest difference was the cum. It didn't explode out at the very end of the orgasm, like it did with a real dick, but instead it oozed out slowly the whole time. The harder I sucked, the more I got. And I was sucking as hard as I could. I continued to orgasm, playing with my cunt by hand with dildos dripping cum in my ass and mouth. After a while, I found I could actually remove the one from my mouth, but only to bring it down to my chest. My tits, substantially larger now, were where I needed the cum the most, and I rubbed the dildo around on them to release it. I could feel it sliding against my sensitive breasts, catching up against the hard points of my nipples. I shivered each time that happened. Amazingly, more cum was still oozing slowly from the hole. I knew it must have released more than a typical load by now. I could feel the tingling that meant my tits were still growing. I could feel my ass spreading wider against the sheets as my hips slowly grew. And still I kept fucking myself until the last drop of cum had been extracted from the dildos. Only then did I fall asleep. I awoke the next morning, rolling over in the bed and feeling my tits shift on my chest. My hands sprang up to my chest to examine them. What had I done? I sat up, holding a breast in each of my hands, to examine the effects of the previous night's masturbation session on my figure. My breasts were much larger now, perhaps around the size of round, smooth softballs. All things considered, it could have been worse. At least they weren't freakishly huge. I looked across the room at the mirror (of course Tiffany would have provided me with a mirror. The image that greeted me there was of a very pretty blonde girl, sitting up in bed and fondling her large, but not gigantic, breasts. It made me horny. I stopped quickly, to avoid getting even more aroused. I was, of course, turned on and horny upon awakening, but it was slight enough that I could ignore it. I didn't dare get up to leave the room; I knew how I would react as soon as I ran into another person. And I was still hoping that the news posting I had sent out the night before would do some good. So I just sat there, on the bed, idly kneading my tits. It didn't take long before the door opened and Tiffany burst in. At the sight of her, I could feel myself losing control over my own body, suppressing what I wanted to do in favor of acting out a part that she had set for me. My hands crept back up to my chest and I started to knead my breasts harder, moaning slightly and looking towards her with arousal. "Get up," Tiffany ordered. "Get dressed. I've got something for you to do." I did as I was told. Taking the clothes that Tiffany handed me, I found myself dressing in a T-shirt and jeans. Over my underwear of course, which consisted of black half-cup bra and miniscule panties. I found, as I had suspected, that my tits were indeed C-cup. At least she didn't have me wearing one of those dresses. "Well, my little slut, you're going to go out and get yourself fucked today. Would you like that?" she asked. I could feel myself nodding, and I giggled in agreement. I actually GIGGLED. "Good, I thought you might. Come with me." With that, Tiffany led me out of the room and through a maze of hallways that soon passed beyond my comprehension, enraptured as I was by the view of her ass wiggling under her tight skirt. She gently rebuked my constant attempts to get her to fuck me, as she led me out of the building and in a car that drove me quickly to a mall. Tiffany got out with me and led me by the hand again, gently restraining me when I tried to rub against her, into a clothing store. I turned away from Tiffany for a moment, and when I turned back, she was gone. I didn't care; it suddenly left me free to find someone to fuck me. It was the strangest thing: while part of my mind was rebelling, another part was following Tiffany's instructions and acting like a horny slut looking for someone to fuck. I saw a likely looking guy, and walked past him, making sure to bump into him and press my tits up against him. He dropped his packages. "I'm sorry," I heard myself breathe, in sexy tones. "It's ok, it's only clothes," he replied, staring at my body. I knew I had him. We made small talk, which was easy because he was doing more looking than talking, and soon I had gotten myself invited to his house. When we got there, he tried to hold the door for me, but I was too horny, I just pushed him inside. And straight to the bedroom. He was too slow undressing, so I stripped him as fast as I could. I needed cum. I stood up next to the bed to take off my clothes. I could see him staring at my body in the light that filtered through the window. I got into the bed, feeling him reach up to cup my tits. As he rubbed them, I moaned in pleasure. It felt so good. His hands slid back to my ass, though, and I didn't mind. He began to knead my cheeks, and I could feel my pussy getting even wetter. I trailed my mouth down past his neck, tweaking his nipple with my tongue on the way to his crotch. I held his rock-hard dick in my hand and teased the tip with my mouth. When he tried to push forward to penetrate my lips, I pulled back. He couldn't take it for very long, and he grabbed me by my arms, pushing me onto my back. He rolled his dick around the outside of my shaved pussy for a minute, and then thrust it inside of me. I was in ecstasy from the first thrust. Almost immediately, he reached around me to grab my ass, driving his dick into me with a vise-like grip. I loved it. I could feel his dick pushing into me so far that it hit the back wall of my cunt. I moaned louder in pleasure, feeling hot dick filling my pussy. Slut that I was, I could hear myself begging him for more. I came in an eruption of an orgasm, feeling the pussy juice oozing out of me like lava to cover my bald mound. His dick kept going in me, fucking me wildly, as I screamed and thrashed, scratching his back with my nails. I relaxed against the bed as my orgasm waned, feeling his stiff prick still pummeling my wet pussy. When he came, it sounded almost as good as mine. He grunted, tensing every muscle in his body, and thrust his cock all the way up into me. I felt like he was going to split me open as he came into my cunt, filling me with what felt like gallons of HOT cum. I knew this would have dire consequences, but I couldn't stop. I pushed him off and kneeled nest to him, ready to make him horny again so I could get more cum. I reached up to my chest and started to massage my tingling tits. I could feel that they had already started to grow slightly. I lifted them and rubbed them, tugging on the nipples. I kept at my breasts with one hand and reached the other down to my pussy. I started to massage my clit, occasionally inserting a finger for more lubrication. When his gaze dropped down to where I was playing with myself, his eyes widened and his hardening dick sprang back to a full erection. I immediately got on my hands and knees in the center of the bed, sticking my now-wider ass up in the air and wagging it back and forth, enticingly. My body was acting against my will, and this surprised even me. But I was even more surprised at what escaped my mouth when he got behind me and started to push his dick back into my pussy. "Not there," I said. "I want you in my ass." I could feel his dick get even harder against my ass cheeks. Even that felt good, as he inserted himself into my tighter, back hole and started to fuck me. I could feel it rubbing in and out of my back door. He fucked me there for a long time, reaching forward to knead my now-larger breasts and pull me backwards, impaling my ass on his dick. After almost fifteen minutes, he started to buck his hips faster, and his hand slipped down from my breast to my clit. I started to cum almost immediately. His assfuck was great, but the extra sensation of his finger on my clit sent me over the edge. I started to moan even louder, grunting and bucking my hips back against him, sending his fat dick even further up into my asshole. My orgasm was intense, and my thrashing around obviously set him off as well, because I could feel his hot cum shoot up into my asshole, filling me with warm cum in yet another hole. After he stopped fucking my asshole, I was limp. I just lay there on the bed for a moment, as I felt it shift. He got up and headed for the bathroom and I heard the water running. I knew he was washing his dick and I was glad, because I was horny again and I didn't want to play with it right after he pulled it out of my ass. I could feel the tingling sensation in my tits, making me hornier. I looked down to see that they were still growing. Judging from my prior experience (being turned into a woman does wonders for being able to guess breast sizes) I figured I was now about a DD-cup. Maybe a little larger. I didn't care, though. Due to Tiffany's hypnosis, I was firmly acting the slut, and I found myself actually wanting BIGGER breasts. He got back on the bed and laid down, obviously expecting to go to sleep now. I had other plans. I jumped into his lap, grinding my dripping pussy down into his crotch and rubbing my tits up against his chest. I had him horny again, I knew, but I didn't want a fuck. I wanted his cum where it would do the most good. I trailed my mouth down along his torso, dragging my breasts before it. I could feel my nipples rubbing against his skin, getting bigger and harder even as my tits continued to grow. When I reached his cock, I engulfed it into my mouth. There was no teasing this time. I wanted his cum, and I wanted it as fast as possible. I licked and sucked on the shaft, swallowing it whole. I sucked it as hard as I could. I could feel it rubbing up against my tongue and the sides of my mouth, filling my face. My hand slipped down to my pussy and started to finger it frantically. I was rubbing fingers in and out of myself at warp speed, and sucking his cock as hard as I could. I could feel myself starting to cum and, moaning louder, I moved my ass to the side so that he could look past my bobbing head and see me playing with myself. Once he took his eyes off of my now quite substantial melons and saw that I was masturbating, he started to cum. I orgasmed at the same time. His cum started to shoot out of his dick in spurts, but only the first spurt landed in my mouth. As soon as I knew he was cumming, I grabbed his cock with my hand and took it from my mouth, aiming it at my tits. This was where I needed the cum most. He shot loads of cum, all over my tits. I was amazed that he had so much left, after the loads that he had planted in my pussy and asshole. As he continued to shoot cum onto my tits, I reached up and slathered it around on them, feeling the tingling increase again as I rubbed cum into my slippery breasts. By the time he finished cumming, they were soaked. I didn't stop then, though. My mouth went right back to his dick, sucking the semi-erect shaft. It felt strange to suck a cock that wasn't rock hard, but all I knew was that I needed him to cum again. I sucked his soft dick, rolling it around between my lips, until it began to harden again. I could feel him tense up the moment before he started to cum, so I leaned back and jacked him off, this time getting his full load onto my already cum- covered titties. I sighed with relief as it hit. I couldn't stop myself, though. My mouth went right back to his dick. I could feel my tits growing, but I just kept sucking. Again and again he came (and I did, with my hand planted firmly between my legs,) but I kept going until finally he passed out from even the groggy half-conscious state he had been in for the last two or three orgasms. I couldn't get his dick to cum again, no matter how hard I tried. That was ok; I was satisfied (momentarily, at least.) I found that, now that he was asleep, I was in control of myself again. I got up and went into the bathroom to survey the damage. Looking in the mirror, I saw that my breasts were much bigger than they had been. They felt like they were about done growing, and they looked like they were about an E-cup. On my tiny frame, that looked pretty big. As covered with cum as they were, I shouldn't be surprised. I remembered how large they had gotten last time, though, and suppressed a shiver. Looking at the rest of my body, I saw that my hips seemed wider and my ass was rounder, but of course nothing was as drastic as the growth in my chest. I reached up to touch the huge globes that now hung from my chest. I was amazed at how sensitive they were, and how hard my nipples were. I started to get horny again, and Tiffany walked nonchalantly into the bathroom. "Sucked him dry, did you?" she asked. Now that I wasn't alone, I was out of control again. All I could do was nod, while pinching my nipples and tugging on them, trying to entice Tiffany into letting me touch her. She held me at arm's length. "Wash all that cum off of your tits. You're coming with me." All I could do was to comply. I realized, when I was finished, that there were no clothes in the apartment to fit my newly enlarged body. I turned towards Tiffany to see her holding a clump of clothing. I took it from her docilely, and sat on the bed to put it on. It consisted of a bra even skimpier than the one I had worn before, which was an accomplishment as the tits it was holding up were now much bigger, and a T- shirt and cut-off jean shorts. That's it. No panties. I got the bra on, confirming that my tits were now an E-cup, and then put on the rest. The T-shirt bared my midriff from just below my tits, and looked like it was sprayed on. The shorts were even tighter, and cut off so short that they rode up my ass. I could feel the seam of the jeans rubbing up against my ass crack and my hairless pussy. Tiffany led me out of the guy's apartment (I realized I didn't know his name) to her car in the parking lot. She drove directly back to the building we had come from, with me sitting in the front seat. I was squirming around in the seat. I could feel cum oozing out of my pussy and my ass, wetting the little jean shorts that were rubbing up against my clit. I ground my crotch down into the seat, feeling my shorts pull up even tighter against my cunt and ass. I couldn't help myself. I had to masturbate. I reached down and unzipped my shorts. I was amazed I was doing this in a car in the middle of the city, where anyone could see me, but I couldn't stop. I pushed my hand down into them, spreading and entering my pussy. The shorts were so tight I could barely get my hand into them. I managed, however, and started working on my pussy. The other hand reached up to my chest. I pulled my shirt up over my tits, anxious to feel them. All I encountered was bra, however, and I worked at the clasp mercilessly with one hand. It was awkward to undo it that way, but I wasn't about to stop masturbating for a second. Finally, it came undone, and my tits erupted from their confinement out into the open air. My nipples sprang to erection immediately, and I struggled out of my shirt and bra, throwing the bra out the open window. Finally, I could feel my tits. It felt so good to caress those gigantic mounds of flesh. My one hand was still working furiously at my pussy, while the other hand roamed over my tits. I had enough tit now to give it quite a lot of area for roaming. I could feel myself fondling my breasts, pinching and twisting gently on the nipples, but I wasn't in control. My arousal and Tiffany's hypnosis were in control. I could feel my hand working faster at my pussy, and I knew that I was nearing an orgasm. I started to tug harder on my breasts. My hand worked furiously at my crotch, confined in it's movements by my tight shorts, and the other hand was hardly less insistent at it's attentions to my chest. I could feel the orgasm coming, and I ground my ass down into the seat. Thrusting my finger all the way up into my cunt, I let the orgasm envelop me. I rode it out as long as it would last, tugging on my tits and trying to get my finger further up into my twat. When it finally subsided, I opened my eyes and looked to the right. We were stuck at a stoplight, and by the look on the face of the guy in the car next to us, he'd been watching me for quite a while. I covered my tits with my hands, hunting around for my bra and shirt. "You threw the bra out the window," Tiffany offered from the seat next to me. I turned to see her, smirking. "Here's the shirt, though." She handed it to me, and I put it on, gratefully. We kept on driving towards the building I had come from originally. When we arrived, Tiffany led me straight to my room and left me there, even though I was begging her for some sex. There was nothing for me to do but lay there, and that soon resulted in more dildo-play. I rammed dildos into my pussy and asshole for nearly an hour. I tried to find the same ones I had emptied earlier, but I could feel the cum oozing out of them the whole time. Someone must have replaced them. Eventually, I was satisfied enough to stop, even though I was still horny. I finally got control of myself, though, and managed to force myself from the bed to the desk to write this post. I'm writing this now, having to reach around my gigantic tits to even reach the keyboard. I'm naked because I certainly don't have any clothes in the room to fit tits this big. I'm sure Tiffany will bring me some in the morning, though. Once again, I need your help. I don't know what you could do, but I definitely can't do anything on my own. You have to help me! I don't know if I'll even be able to post again; my tits are now so big that they jut out over the keyboard, and I can't see the keys. If they get any larger, they'll block the screen. Please, if anyone is reading this, you have to help! Part 3 Ok, obviously nobody saw my last two posts. Or at least nobody believed them. For the last time, I tell you: this is true! It isn't just a story. I'm only writing about the sex because I have to get it past the moderator. This is the only group this machine will post to, and if there's no sex, my call for help won't get through either! So here's what's happened since my last post: I fell asleep right after I sent it off. Fucking all day long does tend to get you tired. So I woke up the next morning, lying on my side and intimately aware of the consequences of how I'd spent the day before. My tits were hanging off of my chest, resting on the bed. They were huge. I knew that part of Tiffany's revenge was for my tits to grow, through my own actions, until they were so big that I was physically just a slut, good for nothing but fucking. I had nearly reached that point. They were nothing short of huge. The only thing that scared me was that I knew they could still get bigger. I rolled out of bed; rolled because I couldn't quite sit up. I looked in the mirror to examine my new body. To say that I was entirely displeased would be an overstatement. The most insidious part of Tiffany's revenge was that it felt so good. The more I got fucked and had my tits played with, the more I wanted to. My resistance was slipping. How could I resist something that felt this good? I found myself, in odd moments, not wishing that my tits were smaller, but instead that they were BIGGER. I sat back down on the bed. I really had nothing to do. Tiffany had set it up that way, of course. If I had nothing to do but fuck, I'd fuck out of boredom if nothing else. I was trying to resist, but I was more than just bored; I was horny. I looked down at myself, amazed at what I had become. Most of my field of vision was taken up by my huge, jiggling tits, but I could see between them just enough to see my bald pussy. It still seemed strange to have breasts and a pussy instead of a dick. I was still sitting on my bed, trying to stop myself from masturbating, when Tiffany came in. Immediately, I started to act like a slut. The worst part was, part of me wasn't acting any more. Part of me had taken on the role as reality. That's what really scared me. Tiffany came over to the bed and started to fondle one of my breasts. I was in heaven. I arched my back and thrust my tit out into her hand, aching for her to touch me more. "Nice," she said. "Not too bad. Just about as big as mine." I looked to find that she was correct; my breasts were now as big as her G-cup melons. Part of me cringed, and part of me wanted to beam with pride. "Well, let's get you up and dressed," she said. She went over to the dresser and tossed me two pieces of clothing. I picked them up and stood there for a moment, waiting for more. "What are you waiting for?" Tiffany asked. "No underwear for you. Those tits wouldn't jiggle nearly as much if we put them in a bra." Looking down at the clothes that were all I would be allowed to wear, I felt some apprehension. My fears got worse when I put them on. A tight, thin T-shirt covered my tits, at least in theory, but my hard little nipples were clearly visible through the fabric. The skirt was even worse. It barely hung down past my crotch and it was pleated, tight across my hips but flaring lower, so that it would blow in the wind. I knew that my ass would be visible whenever I walked. "You spent so much time fingering yourself in the car yesterday that I thought I'd give you easier access," Tiffany said. "Do you like it?" "Yes," I answered against my will. Or mostly against my will. The part of me that was starting to enjoy the sex was also starting to enjoy showing off my body. I certainly had enough to show off, now. "Good. Follow me," Tiffany continued, and led me out of the room. I followed her down the halls and out of the building. We walked towards her car, and I could feel the wind blowing at my skirt. The street wasn't crowded, but we weren't alone, and I know some of the guys there got quite a view. The skirt swayed, revealing the bottoms of my ass cheeks as I walked, but at one point a gust of wind blew it completely up in the back. I held it down in the front with my hands, but my naked ass was completely visible. As I walked on, I looked around me. Some of the guys on the street were staring at me, and looked away when I met their eyes. I could see bulges in almost all of their crotches. I wondered what they'd think if they knew that I was actually a man. We got in the car and Tiffany started driving. I wasn't quite as turned on as I had been yesterday, so I was able to pay some attention to street signs and such. No luck. I didn't recognize a single street or building. It occurred to me that Tiffany could have taken me anywhere while I was unconscious; there was no reason to think that this was the same city I had started in. As we drove, I found myself paying less and less attention to my surroundings. My skirt, while long enough (barely!) to cover most of my ass while standing, was woefully inadequate when I was sitting down. That didn't bother me when I first got into the car, because I was at least covered, but the longer the ride went on, with my bare ass and pussy against the hot leather of the seat, the more aroused I got. I could feel my pussy getting wet; the juice began to leak out of me and onto the seat. The car, of course, was an expensive sports car. With every touch on the accelerator, the whole car vibrated and throbbed with power. Including my seat. I didn't want a repeat of yesterday's scene, but I found myself uncontrollably grinding my pussy and ass down into the seat, rolling my hips back and forth in a slight thrusting motion, like women do when they are extremely aroused. I was fighting the urge to masturbate even harder than I had before, mostly because there was now a part of me that WANTED to do it, even apart from Tiffany's conditioning. But I couldn't stop myself from humping down against the seat, rubbing my wet pussy against it. I could feel the pussy juice leaking out of me, lubricating my whole crotch and ass. I could feel my tight, hard little nipples jutting out into the cool air, clearly visible through the thin fabric of the T-shirt. I had reached my limit, and was about to start playing with myself, when Tiffany pulled over. Deftly parallel parking the car, she got out and gestured for me to follow. "We walk from here on in," she said. As I got out of the car, I could feel that that might be even worse. My pussy was now soaking wet, and I could feel the wind blowing up my short skirt and against my hot wet mound. It felt amazingly cool. As we walked, I found myself swinging my hips in a wider arc, making the skirt sway more and making it even more obvious that I wasn't wearing any underwear under it. The street we were on now was much more crowded than the one earlier, and I started to attract more than my share of notice from male eyes. What really frightened me was that I was starting to enjoy it. The wind was picking up and I could feel it, even cooler now, against my wet pussy. Suddenly a gust rose up, blowing my skirt completely up. As aroused as I was, there was no Marilyn Monroe-esque modesty from me; I simply stood there, legs slightly apart, my bare shaven pussy and ass clearly visible to everyone on the street, until the wind died down and my skirt dropped into place. Then I kept on walking as if nothing had happened. I felt, as I continued on, a strange sense of pride. And certainly a strong arousal from what I had done. That scared me even more, but I was starting not to care. I followed Tiffany into a building. She led me through a series of corridors. To say I was horny as hell would be an understatement. I was nearing the breaking point. My pussy juice was running down my legs, and my nipples were so hard they were reduced to tiny little points. I needed sex more than I ever thought possible. Tiffany led me into a room off of a corridor. I knew when I walked in that Tiffany had something strange in mind for me. The only thing in the room was a chair, sort of like a dentist's chair, but it had restraints, and the leg section was separated into two parts, side by side, with separate restraints for each leg. "You want some sex, don't you?" Tiffany asked. She was answered by enthusiastic nodding from me. Though it scared me, I was actually starting to FEEL enthusiastic. "Well, get in the chair. It's the only way you'll get any." Without hesitation, I climbed on. Tiffany came over to me to strap me in. When she finished, I was completely immobile. She came back around the front of the chair. "Do you want it?" she asked, teasingly. "Please!" I begged, straining against the restraints. Shaking around in the chair, I was causing my huge tits to jiggle and jump around out of control. "Well, you're not going to get it from me," she said, and walked out of the room. I was in agony! My arms and legs were securely belted into the chair, so I couldn't even touch myself to try to get some relief. And I needed relief. As much as it pained me to admit it, even to myself, I wanted to cum. I wanted something in my pussy. I NEEDED to be penetrated, needed something inside of me. I thrashed around in the chair even harder, trying to escape my restraints. Tiffany had belted me in too securely; the only thing I accomplished was to make my titanic breasts jiggle and leap around wildly on my chest. I strove harder against my bonds, but to no avail. Suddenly, the door reopened, and Tiffany walked inside. She didn't say a word to me; she just walked over to the side of the room and took down what looked to be a control box of some sort from the wall. It had a whole bunch of unlabeled buttons all over its face. Looking up at me with a smirk, Tiffany pushed a