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Chapter 8 - Changes
It was Thursday morning and Chris had been laying in bed for several
hours. Sleep would not come to him. "At least I haven't had the urge to
jack off and eat cum," he thought. Okay, Chris had to admit that he
still wanted to eat cum, but his limp dick had not given him the
opportunity. He had tried massaging it to erection several times
without success.
The apartment was empty, Andy having left for class hours before. Chris
finally decided that he should get up; he had skipped too many classes
lately and couldn't afford to miss this afternoon's class. He
intentionally left the lights off and the curtains closed while he
showered and dressed. He didn't want to catch sight of himself in the
mirrors. This was partly because he was afraid to see what he now
looked like. But mostly, he couldn't help but think, because he was
afraid that he would be turned on by what he saw.
Chris dressed in the loosest, baggiest clothes he could find. After he
put on sweatpants and his largest t-shirt, he decided to turn the
lights on and look in the mirror. He wanted to see if his changes were
going to be evident. He was not surprised to see that his new breasts
were quite visible under the t-shirt. Reluctantly, he pulled on a
sweatshirt over the t-shirt, and was pleased to see that it concealed
his figure well. From the neck down, there was no hint of his
developing hourglass figure. He looked closer at his face and was
worried that these changes could not be covered.
"Oh well," Chris thought, "I'll just sit in the back of the room, and
try not to be noticed."
Chris stuffed his books and papers into his backpack and hefted it over
his shoulder to leave.
"Wow, this is heavy!" he said aloud. This was the same load he had been
carrying every Tuesday and Thursday for the past several weeks. How did
it get so heavy all of a sudden?
He carried the heavy bag down the stairs and out the door. As he walked
to the car, Chris kept his face lowered, his eyes constantly scanning
the area. In spite of the baggy clothes, he was very self-conscious. He
breathed a sigh of relief as he got into the car and started it up. But
before he could put it in gear, one of the neighbors came over, calling
to Chris.
It was Debbie. She lived two doors down, and was also a student at OSU.
She had been to several of Chris and Andy's parties and was fun to hang
out with. They both thought she was hot and would love to get into her
pants, but they weren't her type. She preferred girls. The guys knew
this and were cool with it. But they thought it a terrible shame. And
she was the last person Chris wanted to see right now.
"Hey Chris," said Debbie as she walked along side the car, knocking on
the window.
Chris rolled down the window and greeted her.
"Hi Debbie. How's it going?" Chris looked straight ahead as he spoke,
pitching his voice low.
"Well, I've been better. My car won't start. Any chance you can take
look at it?"
"Sorry," he said, "I've got to get to class."
"Oh, you're going to campus! Even better. You can give me a ride. Let
me go get my bookbag."
As Debbie returned, Chris reached over and unlocked the passenger door.
She hopped in and threw her bag in the back.
"Thank you so much! If you hadn't come along, I'd have missed an exam!"
Debbie was a really nice girl, but she was a talker. She went on and on
about her latest girlfriend and class and her overprotective parents
who just didn't understand her lifestyle. Chris was soon distracted and
joined in the conversation, forgetting about his troubles. While he
drove, Debbie tried to put in her contacts using the visor mirror, but
lost one. When Chris pulled up to a red light, Debbie enlisted his
help.
"Ah!" Debbie exclaimed. "I think my contact got folded up under my
eyelid. Can you see it?"
Chris leaned over and looked into Debbie's eye. "I see it. It's just
like you thought. Do you trust me to get it out?"
"Please!" Debbie said.
He reached over, pinched the contact lens between his thumb and
forefinger and extracted it. "There, is that better?"
"Yes!" she said, "Thank you. Wow, Chris. You look different. Did you
get a haircut or something?"
Chris immediately flushed and turned away. "No! Why? What's wrong?"
"Nothing's wrong. You look nice. Your face just looks different.
Softer. I can't put my finger on it. But it looks really nice."
In spite of his embarrassment, he was intrigued that Debbie found him
attractive. A car horn blared behind him and he realized that the light
had turned green. He drove on to campus without looking Debbie's was
again. He found an open spot and parked the car. As he shut off the
engine, Chris felt an urge to look Debbie in the eye again. He looked
up to see she was watching him closely. He gave her a tentative smile,
and she returned it. Chris' heart skipped a beat. Was that a "come
hither" smile?
"Umm... Are you going to need a ride home?" he asked.
"No thanks. I'll get a ride from someone in class."
"That, or spend the night at a girlfriend's," thought Chris, jealous.
The rest of Chris' day on campus was uneventful. A few people gave him
strange looks, but he figured it was most likely because he was wearing
sweats on such a warm day. He managed to get through his classes and
get back to his car without feeling like he was being watched or
stared-at. And he hadn't spoken a word all day. His backpack seamed to
get heavier and heavier all day, and he breathed a long, high sigh of
relief when he finally got back to the car and dumped the bag in the
back. "Thank god the day's finally over," he said. He was so tired from
dragging the heavy pack around; he didn't even notice how high and
melodic his voice was.
Chris jumped into the car and started the engine. He maneuvered his way
out of the parking lot and started towards the apartment. On the way
home, he decided he was hungry. He didn't want to take time to cook if
Andy was around, so he stopped at a fast-food joint and ordered a
burger, fries and shake. The cashier handed out the food and said
"There you go, miss. Would you like some ketchup?"
Only when he heard the "miss" did Chris realize that he had forgotten
to pitch his voice lower when he ordered. What's more, the guy had seen
Chris and still thought he was a girl. He was surprised to find he
wasn't all that embarrassed. "Too late now," he thought." So instead,
he pitched it a little higher and said, "No thanks, sweetie. A girl's
got to watch her figure." He then blew the cashier a kiss and released
the brake. As the car started away, Chris saw that the cashier was
smiling stupidly.
"God, what possessed me to do that?" Chris thought. "That guy actually
thought I was a girl! And he liked it when I flirted with him." Chris
was surprised by his actions at the drive-through, but very amused with
the reaction he had gotten. "I'll bet he'd like to have me suck his
cock!" A smile creased his lips and his hand began to rub his crotch.
"I may crave cum, but I don't have to suck the cock of a fast-food
cashier! I've got higher standards than that." He drove the rest of the
way home smiling and playing with himself.
Pulling into the parking lot, Chris was disappointed to spot Andy's
car. As he walked past, he put his hand on the hood and found that the
engine was cold. "Good," he thought to himself. "He's been home awhile.
Maybe he's already passed out or at least drunk." He walked into the
apartment and heard the TV going. He immediately headed up the stairs,
but Andy called out.
"Hey, Chris. You got a minute?" He asked as he turned off the TV.
Chris paused on the stairway, not looking at his roommate. "Umm hmm."
he said.
"Come here for a second." Andy sounded concerned. Have a beer."
Chris was annoyed to be roped in, but glad to see Andy had already had
several beers. It was normal for Andy, and he probably hardly had a
buzz. But Chris was grateful for anything that might keep Andy from
noticing the changes in his appearance. Chris reluctantly dropped his
bag and moved into the living room. He took the beer from Andy
gratefully and downed it at once. Andy was ready with another and
handed it to Chris.
"What's up, Andy? I've got homework to do." Chris said, trying his best
to keep his voice low.
Andy looked hurt. "I was just wondering what's been up with you. You've
been avoiding me lately."
"I'm not avoiding you. I've just been..." Chris could tell his BS
wasn't working. It suddenly dawned on Chris that Andy was very lonely.
He had lost his girlfriend last Friday, and his roommate hadn't spoken
to him in days. Andy was probably feeling pretty lousy right now.
"I'm sorry," Chris said. "I haven't been feeling well. I've needed some
time to myself."
"Well, I haven't been doing too good lately, either." Andy said.
"I know. I've just been too self-centered to notice." Chris downed the
last of the beer, and got up to get them two more.
Chris and Andy settled in to have a long talk. Over many more beers,
Andy unloaded his problems onto his roommate. Andy was indeed
depressed. He didn't have a girlfriend and his best friend was not
there to unload on. Andy admitted that he even thought Chris might have
stolen Mindy away after the break-up. Chris smiled inwardly to think
that it was Mindy who should be jealous of Chris, not Andy!
After awhile, Chris gently steered the conversation toward the night of
the break-up. He needed to pump Andy for information about that elixir.
Andy confirmed that he had indeed spiked Mindy's beer that night. He
must not have noticed the mix-up, however, because he had no idea why
it hadn't worked on Mindy.
"Well, did you do it right? Weren't you supposed to make some final
preparations or something?"
"I know I did it right. I was supposed to add my own, um, y'know. So
that's why I went to the bathroom right before."
Chris' dick twitched at the thought that Andy had come in his beer that
night. He found himself once again craving Andy's love juice. But he
resisted. He had to get more information.
"So refresh my memory. What exactly was supposed to happen?" Chris
said.
"The guy said that Mindy would become addicted to my cum. That the
longer she went without it, the more she would crave it..."
"How true!" Chris thought silently. He unconsciously licked his lips.
"...and the better looking she would become."
"Ah hah!" Chris. Oops, he hadn't meant to say that aloud.
"What?"
"Huh, oh, nothing. What was that about getting better looking?"
Andy continued, "He said that the longer she went without eating cum,
the more she would become my idea of the perfect woman, or something
like that."
Andy continued talking, but Chris wasn't listening anymore. He mind was
reeling. That put the final puzzle piece into place. Chris has to eat
cum, or turn into Andy's perfect lover. "Damned if I do, damned if I
don't!" he thought. He realized that he was going to have to keep
eating cum unless he wanted to look like Mindy. Not look like her, but
become her! For it was becoming apparent that the changes were not just
superficial.
At the end of the evening, Andy and Chris agreed that they would be
best friends, no matter what. They wouldn't let anyone or anything get
between them, especially a woman. They sealed the pact with a hardy
hand-shake that turned into a manly bear-hug.
Chris felt his dick come to life at hugging his roommate. He was
thrilled to find that he could still get it up. Perhaps he could halt
the changes to his body. He quickly broke the hug and stepped back,
hoping that Andy did not see (or feel) his sudden hard-on.
"Alright, Andy. I'm glad we talked. But I'm wiped out; I've got to get
a shower and get to bed."
"Okay Chris," Andy replied. "Goodnight. And thanks."
Chris walked upstairs slowly. As he climbed, he was concocting a plan
to feed his addiction. Chris was at once appalled and thrilled at what
he was planning. His male ego was aghast at the thought that we was
plotting to sneak into his roommate's bed and suck his cock. But he
knew he had to do this if he was to halt the feminizing effects of the
elixir. At the same time, he was anxious to have a cock in his mouth
again, to taste the salty cum as it slid down his throat. He had been
resisting his cock-sucking urges for days, and the longer he resisted,
the stronger his cravings became. It was all Chris could do not to walk
up to Andy, drop to his knees and start giving head right then and
there. But that wouldn't work. Andy would freak out, and he surely
wouldn't let Chris complete the task.
Once upstairs, Chris stripped off all his clothes and started a bath.
He figured it would take awhile, and hoped Andy did not notice how long
he was in the bathroom. When the tub was half-full, Chris stepped in.
Reaching up, he grabbed Mindy's shaving cream and razor. Chris' legs
were quite hairy, and the razor clogged often, making the task all the
more difficult. By the time he was done, Chris had several nicks and
cuts along both legs, but they were smooth and hairless. While he was
at it, he decided to shave his pubic hair as well. Standing up, Chris
opened the drain and started the shower. As Chris rinsed off, he
marveled at how sensual his legs were. He ran his hands up and down the
length of his legs and was amazed. Not only did his legs feel sexy and
smooth to his finger tips, but he could feel every exquisite touch with
his bare legs! Chris' smooth, hairless cock was standing at rigid
attention, and it was all Chris could do not to start jacking off.
After toweling off in his bedroom, Chris got into bed and slipped under
the covers. Again he was struck by the sensual feeling of the sheets
rubbing against his bare legs. His hand went to his crotch and started
to massage his hairless cock and balls. But he resisted the urge to
bring himself to climax. He had to stick to the plan. So Chris lay in
bed quietly listening. He grew anxious as he heard the TV come on. He
had hoped Andy would go straight to bed. Chris worried that he might
fall asleep before Andy. Then he would lose his chance. After laying in
bed motionless for what seemed like hours, Chris checked the clock. It
was almost 2:00am, and the TV was still on. He decided to go down and
check on Andy. He slipped on some sweat pants and crept down the
stairs. His roommate was fast asleep on the couch, with a beer in his
hand. The beer can was tilted at an odd angle, and had likely all
dumped out on the carpet. Several more cans were sitting crushed on the
end table.
"Andy," Chris said quietly.
"Andy!" Chris repeated, a little louder.
This time he almost yelled, "Hey Andy!"
When the man didn't so much as flinch, Chris returned upstairs. "This
could work out even better," he thought. Chris knew that Mindy had kept
some toiletries in their bathroom, and was pretty sure she kept some
clothes in Andy's room as well.
Sneaking quietly into Andy's bedroom, Chris turned on the small desk
lamp and began to search though the drawers. Third drawer was a charm.
"Jackpot!" Chris whispered.
There in the drawer were some of Mindy's clothes. A couple bras, some
panties, t-shirts, and shorts. Mindy was a bit of a prude, and the
underwear was nothing spectacular. Chris chose a dark padded bra with
lace trim and a bow in the middle. Looking through the panties, he
could not find a matching pair, but did find some that appeared to be a
similar shade to the bra. It was difficult to tell in the dim light.
Tucking the items under his shirt, he turned out the light and returned
to his own bedroom.
Once there, he closed the door and turned on the light. In the brighter
light he could better see the pilfered lingerie. The bra and panties
were not very well matched, but they would have to do. His heart was
pounding as he stripped off his sweatpants, and held the bra up before
his eyes. It was a deep shade of red, low cut and padded. The straps
and cups were trimmed in a delicate lace, with a tiny bow right where
the cups met. Chris slipped his arms through the straps and brought the
cups to his chest. He was surprised to find that it was a very good
fit; his budding breasts filling the cups generously. He attempted to
hook the latch in the back several times without success. Finally, he
removed the bra, clasped it in front, then spun it around and put his
arms through the straps. The straps were a bit tight, but Chris quickly
figured out how to adjust them and got the bra fitting nicely.
Next Chris grabbed the panties. They were a plain light red color, but
made of a smooth satin material. Chris stepped into one leg, then the
other. Pulling the panties up his smooth hairless legs almost made
Chris cum. He ran the satiny material up and down his legs a few more
times just for the joy of it. Finally, he pulled them snugly into place
and tucked his package inside. Chris wouldn't have though his dick
would fit into the tight panties, but it did.
Chris then moved back into the bathroom opening up Andy's medicine
cabinet, he found several items that Mindy had left behind. He reached
first for the perfume, Channel No. 5. Not knowing how much to use,
Chris sprayed an ample amount onto this wrists, neck and crotch.
Holding his wrist up to his nose, he inhaled deeply. The scent was
rather strong, but feminine and sexy. Looking back to the cabinet, he
pickup up a tube of lipstick. Of course, Andy wouldn't see his lips
(hopefully!), but Chris was turned on by the idea of leaving lipstick
prints on Andy's cock. So he opened the tube and brought it to his
lips. He was surprised at how waxy it was, but loved the feeling on his
lips. He would have to plant a big kiss right on Andy's head, around
the pee hole! Next he found a bottle of bright red nail polish. Again,
no one would get to see it, but Chris' dick throbbed at the thought of
wrapping his long, red-tipped fingers around a man's cock. So he opened
the bottle and applied the nail polish to all ten fingers. When he
finished, he decided to do his toes for good measure. Only then did he
think to look for nail polish remover. There was none!
Panicked, Chris closed the medicine cabinet to look elsewhere for the
polish remover. But when he caught a glimpse of himself in the mirror,
he stopped in his tracks. His lovely, red nails were visible against
the mirror where he still held it closed. His lips were a deep red.
"Cock-sucking lips" as Chris would have described them on the girls he
met in the bars. His mouth widened into a mischievous smile, which
looked even more seductive in the refection.
"Yes, they are cock-sucking lips," he said out load. A song popped into
his head.
"These lips were made for sucking,
And that's just what they'll do.
One of these days these lips
Are gonna suck all over you!"
Chris turned and looked into the full-length mirror behind the door.
Staring back at his was a rather attractive woman with a bad haircut.
Her face was soft and feminine. Her breasts were pert, and her waist
trim. Her hips were beautifully accented by the satin panties, and her
legs were long and luscious.
It was time. Chris' heart was thundering in his chest. He only hoped
that Andy was drunk enough, and that he resembled Mindy enough that he
could get away with it. He thought of bailing, but it was too late.
Besides, he had to have cum if he was going to stop changing into a
woman. Chris opened the door and stepped into the hall. As he walked by
Andy's room, he thought of one last finishing touch. Checking Andy's
closet, he found a pair of Mindy's shoes. They were red high-heeled
pumps. Mindy would never wear shoes like this; Andy must have gotten
them for her. Trying them on, he was sure they'd be too small. But they
weren't. A bit snug, but he didn't plan on wearing them for long.
Descending the stairs slowly and carefully in the pumps, he listened
for any sign of life from the living room. The TV was still going, and
Andy was snoring loudly. Once he reached the bottom of the stairs,
Chris tried to walk as sexy as he could in the heels, and stopped right
in front of Andy. The TV was casting too much light for comfort, but he
was afraid Andy would wake if he turned it off. Chris was reminded of
his dream as he kneeled down before his lover. He was thrilled by the
sensual feeling of his smooth hairless legs touching the carpet. He
could hardly hear for the blood rushing in his ears as he reached for
Andy's pants. He had forgotten that he painted his nails, and was
surprised when he saw the bright red tips of his fingers undoing his
roommate's zipper. Bolder this time, Chris also undid Andy's belt and
pulled his pants and boxers down as far as they would go.
Chris licked his lips and realized his mouth was actually watering.
There is was. Andy's cock and balls were exposed before Chris' bulging
eyes. Before going to work on the cock, Chris decided he just had to
kiss the man. He stood up, stumbling slightly in the heels, and reached
behind Andy's head. He leaned forward and planted a kiss right on his
lips. Andy's mouth opened and Chris' tongue dove in. The kiss was long
and deep, with Chris biting Andy's lower lip and flicking his tongue in
and out. Deciding he had pushed his luck, he reluctantly broke the
kiss. Moving back, he noted that Andy's face was smeared with lipstick.
Smiling broadly, he leaned back in and kissed Andy's hairy chest, then
began to work his way down. But he was impatient and soon was face to
face with his goal: Andy's large, delicious cock.
Andy must have been turned on by all the kissing, because his dick had
come to partial erection. Chris wrapped his pretty hand around the
shaft and was delighted to see how sexy his red nails looked grasping a
man's cock. He kneeled back down and began to lavish kisses all over
Andy's cock and balls. Before long, the cock was rock hard in Chris'
grasp. Just as in his dream, he took the balls all the way into his
mouth and licked them all over with his tongue. He applied gentle
pressure until his lover gasped, then released them. Andy stirred, and
Chris wondered if he hadn't gone a little too far. But there was no
stopping now! He began to kiss his way back up Andy's pole, while still
massaging his balls with his hand. Meanwhile, Chris' other hand found
its way up to his bra-covered breast. He continued to give Andy a great
blowjob, while he cupped and rubbed his breast through the bra.
"God, this bra feels wonderful!" Chris thought. "So sexy!"
When Chris' lips reached Andy's head, he immediately sucked it into his
hot, watering mouth and plunged his head down, licking and sucking. He
almost gagged as Andy's cock reached the back of his throat. In his
dream, Chris had been able to take Andy all the way in. Not so in real
life! But Chris didn't mind. That just meant that he got to watch his
lovely red fingernails pump Andy's cock right before his eyes, as his
head bobbed up and down on the end of the shaft.
Andy stirred again and his cock began to swell in Chris' mouth.
"Oh God, Mindy!" Andy moaned. "You suck cock so good!"
Chris was trilled to hear Andy praising his cock-sucking abilities. He
was no longer worried that Andy would wake. After all, he almost woke
up last time, but didn't. Andy continued to moan louder and louder.
Chris felt hands grab either side of his head and Andy's body
stiffened. The cock in his mouth exploded, shooting jet after jet of
hot, salty cum into Chris' eagerly waiting mouth. Chris reveled in the
taste and swallowed several times, but this load was huge; bigger than
Andy's last one. Chris found he could not keep up and started to gag.
He tried to pull away, but Andy was holding his head firmly against his
crotch, burying his cock in Chris' mouth. Andy continued to unload into
Chris until Chris began to choke. He coughed and cum came shooting out
of his mouth and nose. He tried to tell Andy to let go, but was gagged
by the cock in his mouth.
Andy heard the mumbling and released the cocksucker's head just enough
to let her pull the dick from her mouth. He asked "What'd you say,
Mindy?"
"Andy, let go!" Chris almost shouted. He was so desperate to breath, he
wasn't thinking of anything else.
Andy was started by the voice. Familiar, but not. "Mindy?" he asked.
"Andy, I..." Chris started, but had no idea what to say. He thought
about making a break for it, but Andy reached over and turned on the
light. Chris was caught kneeling in front of Andy with cum dripping
down his face, dressed in bra, panties and heels, his nails and lips
bright red. Chris looked at Andy in horror for a moment before dropping
his eyes to the floor.
"Chris?!?"
"Yes," Chris replied in small voice, not lifting his eyes. Looking
down, he could see his smooth hairless legs. His own cock was still
rock hard, in spite of his embarrassment.
"What the hell..." Andy started to say.
Chris reached up and wiped the cum from his face. He tried to resist,
but he just had to bring it to his mouth and lick it up. He glanced up
at his roommate to see the disgusted look on his face.
"Chris, what are you doing?"
"Giving you your wish, Andy," Chris gave him a sheepish smile, noticing
that he had indeed left lipstick smeared all over the man's cock. "The
elixir worked. You just gave it to the wrong person!"
To be continued...
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