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The joy of being Jennifer By ZeDD I found the panties in a strange curio shop down by the dock. I was looking around and there they were, shocking me into excitement with its lace trim, satin sheen and pale pink color. They weren't the sexiest pair of panties I'd seen, but then wearing the sexiest pair of panties isn't exactly the most comfortable thing in the world. I prefer the kind where the whole ass is covered in satin. If I had a slut, and wanted to spank her, I'd lift up her skirt and see that the sheerest panties around covered her whole delicate bottom. I love the feel of a woman's flesh under satin. Or silk! Anything that feels smooth and sexy is great! Oh, the greatest thing in the world is to squeeze and feel a huge pair of breasts inside a satin bra! I live for those moments! I briefly wondered what a pair of panties were doing inside a curio shop like this one. Or for any one for that matter! My inner girl, the one I like to invite out when I have hours to kill by myself, told me to just take them! No one would know, and they'd easily fit inside my pocket if I wadded them up right now! Quickly, I snatched them up and hurriedly pushed them into my pocket, thrilling as my fingers touched the satin while glancing around slowly to make sure the old woman wasn't near by. Of course, I immediately started to feel guilty for committing a crime and started to withdraw them out just as quickly as I'd put them in. That's when she came shuffling around the corner of one of the old book cases! "Did you find anything yet, young man?" she kindly asked me as a crooked smile warped her wrinkled, pale skin. Caught with my hand in my pocket, I merely smiled nervously and withdrew it, without the panties. "Oh, still looking around a bit." I smiled back, averting my eyes so she wouldn't see the guilt in them. I'd only stolen a couple of things before in my life, and nothing even remotely valuable. This time was only a spontaneous thing fueled by my kinky love of woman's underwear and the desire to dress up as a woman in the privacy of my apartment. The fact that I had stolen something from this kind, old woman and still had it in my pocket while talking with her made me feel lower than a criminal. I resolved I would make it up to her by buying something. "Well," I started before her portly body turned completely away. "I was interested in maybe..." Turning slowly, I scanned the junk that littered the inside of the small store trying to find something that looked a little like me. "That jewel-looking thing sitting on that bronze stand." Said jewel was about the size of an egg and looked to be the color of an old orange, its little stand obviously bronze but old and greenish. I could put it on my book case along with my little figures I painstakingly painted years ago when I played Dungeons and Dragons more often than I do now. Ahhhh, good times. "That is a remarkably good choice for you, young man," she said as she shuffled over to it. "I came into possession of this trinket years and years ago, when I was young like you." She smiled broadly as she set the jewel and stand onto the counter. "And I've had nothing but good fortune because of it." "You mean, it's a good luck stone?" I asked, somehow genuinely interested in it now. "Not quite, but you'll find out. It's different with every person." Confused, I looked at her hoping she'd continue. She sort of tilted her head with something of a sly smile playing across her lips. When the realization came upon her that I wasn't understanding exactly what she was implying, she hoarsely laughed. "You see," she began as if she were explaining to a child, "it's magical. Though it can't really grant wishes, it does guide one to a place he, or she, wishes to be here." She tapped her heart with a gnarled finger. "It sounds pretty cool, if it works." I sort of glanced around, wondering why she'd still be here if it worked. She also looked around, but I noticed she'd look around with something of love, and pride. Maybe something else, too, but I couldn't fathom what. I looked at the jewel again. "It must cost a bit, huh?" "Not really." She laughed again. "I think I pretty much used up anything it had." She pushed a couple of buttons on her antique cash register, the kind where the amount showed in big white numbers before smiling that kindly smile again. Judging from the amount I briefly wondered if she knew I'd stolen the panties and was attempting to punish me in her own clever way. "And by the way, my name's Elizabeth. What's yours, young man?" "Rick. But everybody calls me The Ref." At her look of confusion, I continued. "I played a lot of role-playing games some time ago and my friends started calling me that. 'Cause I was so good, I guess." "You look like such a handsome, young man. Why you would want to stay inside for all that kind of stuff doesn't make much sense to me." "Well, it was a lot of fun. I have many good memories with my friends. But I guess everyone has to grow up some time." She nodded, smiling that friendly old smile. Smiling back, I paid the forty dollars and walked out with the jewel and stand in a brown paper bag, resolved not to listen to my impulsive feminine side again since it just cost me forty dollars. At least not today. Once home, a modest apartment overlooking a small strip plaza, I displayed the jewel on its greenish bronze stand on the third shelf next to a barbarian woman holding an axe. It was my favorite figure as she was wearing nothing but a skin loin cloth, and her body was very voluptuous. Large breasts, tiny waist, wide hips and a full round ass. In my mind the perfectly proportioned female. I took out the satin panties, no longer feeling guilty about taking them, and tossed them on the couch. I had no one coming over until tonight and since it was only 1:00 in the afternoon, Jennifer was going to come out and play! Stripping down, I picked up the satin panties, marveling at the smooth, erotic material, slowly rubbing the satin against my face before slipping them on. I knew the moment I had them in my hands they were larger than I needed. How I loved the look and feel of panties, though! I slid them up my legs, getting goose bumps as the material felt both cool and slick against my skin. Once they covered my ass and cradled my balls, I realized just how big they were. Though they could stay up without a problem, there was quite a bit of room left! No doubt these were for a woman with a large bottom. Taking them off again, I looked at the tag, noting they were a size 14/16. No wonder they were so large! The other pair of panties I have are only a size 7! It didn't bother me in the least. I love the fabric so much that having my cock swimming around in it is just as exciting. I slipped them up again and walked into my room wearing nothing but the panties, my cock swinging and bouncing inside the satin. In my closet is a small box that I keep my girls clothes in. Dragging that out, I selected from it a pair of coffee colored stockings that had a 4" elastic band of stretchy lace at the leg openings. Carefully, and with much eroticism, I worked them up my male legs, fantasizing them to be ultra smooth and sexy. I imagined I was a sexy, buxom woman getting ready for a wild night of teasing and sex! I smoothed the material out sufficiently, my legs looking very good (though not near as good as I'd like them to look) and reached in for the next step in my self-transformation. I pulled out the bra! Not just any bra but a sheer white, satin under- wire, with delicate lace along the cups in a size 40 DDD! Oh, how I wished those cups were filled with bouncy, sensitive tit flesh! I quickly and expertly fastened it around my chest. I then took up a black leather skirt, very short, and sensuously worked the satin lined garment up my nylon covered legs, almost moaning with the vision of the sexpot that flittered through my brain. I especially loved how I had to pull a little bit to get it to slip past my hips, as if I had femininely round hips. She was such a tease, that woman in my head! Always tempting me with those huge, jutting breasts, or wiggling that full, round bubble butt! She always wants my cock, either in her pussy, her mouth, or her full ass. Sometimes she wants me to spank her first! Every time she starts dancing around, distracting me, I have to give in and let her come out to play. I'd give anything to be her, just for a day! I suspect most transvestites feel the way I do. At least, I hope I'm not alone when I get into the mood I'm in now! I'm not gay, don't mistake me there. But I have fantasies! Desires to feel the life of another! To know that there was another person I could become that wasn't so... common! So boring! So much a failure. I haven't exactly aspired to the level of which many have expected of me. In most ways I haven't aspired to any respectable level at all! My career, much like my looks and my love life, have all been disappointing. Well, not my looks. I'm told I'm a good looking guy. I don't have the confidence to go out and get, or take in a relationship what I feel I deserve though. Of course these feelings are trampled into the back of my mind when Jennifer comes out, enabling me to take a mental respite from my common life and live the role of a truly unique individual! One whose every desire is waiting to be fulfilled by those who worship her. In my mind, Jennifer embodies every facet of what a woman truly is and should be! At least on the physical level. Personality wise, she's sort of a slut. Hey, like I said, I'm not gay. I know that Jennifer is the woman I would give anything to possess in real life, had I the chance. Which comes back to the, 'me being common and what girl like that would want to be with me' reality. So why not create my fantasy woman in my head, then give her a little dose of make-believe role-playing to satisfy my pent up sexual needs? Whose gonna know? I zip up the skirt, making sure the tops of my stockings are just barely visible before admiring the swell of leather over my ass. I finish dressing with a cream-colored satin blouse that fastens up the front with little pearl buttons. The blouse cost me almost as much as the leather mini skirt, and was almost as embarrassing to buy, but Jennifer was worth it. The only thing left was the make-up and the boobs. I've really gotten to a realistic level with the breasts. I take latex gloves, the kind found in doctor's offices and hospitals, and fill them with water. The opening is rather large, but because of the elasticity of the rubber, I was able to tie it close. Then sometimes I take the four fingers, making sure they're empty of water, and tie them together with the thumb. What's left is a very pliable yet firm breast. They feel terrific in a satin bra, too! I just wish I had the nipples to play with. Make-up was out for today. I did have plans tonight and didn't want the telltale traces of eye-shadow or the stain of lipstick to show. I looked around in my box for the latex gloves, anxious to create my big boobs, but didn't see any. I remembered then I was out and would need to get some more. Damn! I sat on my bed dressed like a sexy woman, minus the boobs and make-up, shoes, and yes the hairdo, and thought about either putting Jennifer away for now, or going out and getting some gloves. Looking down at my nylon covered legs and short leather skirt and seeing, just barely, the beginnings of the lace band at the top of my stockings boosted my desire to play Jennifer! I would go get some and quickly return, just not dressed this way, I chuckled. It was hard to pass as a woman when your over six feet in height. I quickly but carefully took my blouse and skirt off, choosing to leave my stockings, too large panties and bra on, and slipped into jeans and a heavy sweatshirt. I loved going out with lingerie on underneath my clothes! It made me feel so kinky! Dressed appropriately, I slipped into a jacket and went outside, heading for the nearest clinic. I shoved the dozen or so gloves back into my jacket pocket and smiled, glad I was able to grab so many. The thing was, even if they catch you taking some, they don't really care, especially if you give some excuse. I only got caught once, I guess because they don't look for people taking cheap latex gloves when there are so many other things infinitely more valuable. This nurse came in just when I had a handful of them ready to shove into my pocket. I looked at her and smiled and said something about needing them to clean the toilets at home. I had a thing about germs and didn't want to get toilet water on me. She just smiled and said it was okay and that I should take as many as I wanted! She didn't care at all! Now I was thinking how much fun it was going to be having a really big set of tits bouncing and jiggling around in my satin bra! Visions of Jennifer's voluptuous body gliding around my home, acting like she owned it, was like waiting for Christmas! I was looking forward to getting dressed in my sexiest clothes and pretending to be Jennifer so much that I was already starting to get an erection! Knowing what I had on underneath my clothes only made it that much stiffer, and harder to hide! Embarrassment for having an erection wasn't something that was going to bother me. Getting found out that I wore ladies clothes was. If I didn't have the satin on underneath, I wouldn't have worried as much. I was almost to my apartment when my eye caught the plaza across the street. I'm a regular at this particular store called Book Nook. They sell used books, paperbacks mostly, and I like to go through any boxes they may have gotten in recently. Plus the fact of me strolling around in public wearing a sexy satin bra, satin panties and stockings turns me on! Inside the store, the musty odor of so many used books hits me in the face, reminding me that many of them had been sitting here for years. I nod hello to the old woman seated behind the counter, her own mind preoccupied by a book of her own. She acknowledges me with a smile, something not every customer of hers gets. I'm a regular here, probably for the last five years now, and she's grown used to seeing me every week. She knows what I want, simply telling me to go ahead and look by the way she buries herself back in her book. So many books, I think to myself. I probably think that every time I come in. That back room is filled with boxes of books not yet sorted, so walking in is a little like walking into someone's moving day. In a certain area are boxes just delivered and that's what I look for. After passing through two particularly tall stacks of boxes, I realize that I was going to be disappointed today. I wasn't going to be able to go through any new deliveries because there wasn't any new deliveries. And I just finished the last book in a series, too, leaving me nothing to read! That's when I felt it! A terrific tingle started up through me, going through my body! Standing in the rear of the back room, I leaned against a box and wondered if I was having a heart attack! My logical side told me that would practically be impossible since I'm only 28 and in reasonably good shape. I began to feel something about my hips and butt, almost like they were swelling! Looking down, I almost shrieked as that was exactly what they were doing! My hips were slowly widening, stretching the jeans, tightening them about me, while my ass was gaining a larger, rounder shape, instantly reminding me of a woman's ass! What was happening? I waited for my pants to suddenly rip open, a sound I've only heard once in my life when a friend of mine ripped the back of his pants open, but instead I felt the tightening begin to slacken off. Unbelievingly, I watched as my pants began a transformation I knew to be impossible! They were changing! The denim was darkening and changing texture, the pant legs slowly retracting up showing more and more of my legs! My stocking covered legs I might add! I didn't know what was happening, but I didn't want to stand there where somebody could see me if they happened into the back room like I did! I quickly ducked further back thinking I would probably have as much time back there as I wanted. The transformation of my pants was almost complete, and what I saw sent a shiver down my spine! Instead of wearing my comfortable, faded, blue jeans, I was now wearing a black, leather mini skirt, barely long enough to cover the band of lace at the top of the stockings I had on! Not only that, but my hips were much wider than before, giving me a decidedly feminine look about my middle! Having such wide, round hips felt truly alien! I didn't know what to think! As I looked behind me I noticed my ass had also changed to a feminine shape! Instead of my common male butt, I now had the full, rounded ass of a woman! I didn't need a mirror to make sure I was mistaken either. There was no way I could make an assumption like that about my body, no matter how crazy it sounded. I was as familiar with my body's dimensions just as much as the next guy, and there was no mistaking the fact that my ass was now about twice as large as it had been! Instant swelling of body parts wasn't the craziest thing though. What shook me was how my pants changed from denim to leather skirt! And not just any leather skirt, but a black leather mini skirt that looked almost exactly like the one I had at home in my box! How ever I wanted to think of it, the problem now was being out in public wearing a skirt and stockings! I would try to find out what and why when I was in the privacy of my apartment, which was only across the street, but to get there I'd have to be out in public! There was a rear door, but it had an alarm. When it opened it would sound, alerting people in the store that something was happening, possibly alarming the old woman up front! I wasn't sure if she was the skittish type, and didn't want to shake her up any. But then the alternative was going out the front! Not something I wanted to do dressed like I was. What was happening to me? Why was it happening to me? I've read a couple of stories where the guy gets transformed into a chick, and really loved them, too, but since I no longer had internet capability anymore, I've had to put my fantasy reading on hold. Suddenly the tingling began again! I didn't know what was going on but steeled myself for another change! I felt it in my legs and feet this time and looked down, watching as my tennis shoes began to shrink! My jaw dropped as they changed from my old shoes to shiny leather, the color going from dirty white to clean black. In moments I was wearing a pair of 4" black leather stiletto heels! I was subtly aware of the increase in height yet more aware of the way my body shifted its stance to compensate for the added heel! My considerably larger ass felt as if it were sticking out while my upper body sort of leaned back a bit to maintain balance! What in the world was happening? I couldn't believe what had happened, yet the proof was right there! My shoes, my FEET, had changed, gotten smaller, considerably so! It was... I noticed my legs then. I was used to seeing my legs in stockings and sort of took a perverse joy in the fact that I looked good in nylons. My legs weren't overly muscular, average one might say, but the hair was sparse and the flesh toned enough to pass as a pair of female legs when covered in nylons, which is why I love to wear them. They increased the reality of my dressing. What I saw now was not my own legs anymore! They too had changed! And just like my hips, ass and feet, they had become feminine! A lot more feminine! They were long, (longer?) and ultra smooth! The thighs coming out of the skirt were full with female padding, the knees had subtly grown smaller and more delicate while the calves had gotten more curvy! The ankles were tiny, especially when compared to my old ones, and looked downright fragile! All in all, I now had a pair of legs that were all female and incredibly sexy! It struck me then that the entire bottom half of me was woman, except... I slowly pulled the skirt higher, feeling the satin lining slide sensuously along the smooth skin of my thighs until the first glimmer of white panties could be seen. My first thought was that they weren't the same panties I had on before this started because they weren't a pale pink. Then I saw the flat crotch, the sexy pattern on the front of the panties covering the feminine mound delicately, enticingly, almost revealingly! I think that's when I fainted! I must have, because I woke up on the cold floor, still in the back room of the Book Nook! The leather skirt had been snug, form fitting really, and still showed off the sexy white panties with the feminine crotch. Cursing, I stood and yanked them back in place, wondering when and if the rest of me was going to change! "YEEOWCH!" In yanking them down, I'd almost broken a nail! I'd broken nails before, and the response was usually, 'oh, look. I broke a nail. Yawn.' The pain isn't something that would make any guy shriek, myself no exception, but this hurt like the blazes! Looking at my nail made me think I might have been out for more than a minute! On the tip of each finger was a girlish length of nail painted a bright red, with a little sparkle of gold in the middle! Gasping, I realized that my whole hand, NO! My whole arm! BOTH ARMS! Both arms, hands and nails had been feminized to the extreme! They were so utterly girlish and feminine that just seeing them in front of me, knowing they were now part of me, gave me the willies! Some sort of magic, or curse was affecting me, changing me against my will! I now had the slim, girlish arms and hands of a woman! Seeing them waving around made me think I was looking over the shoulder of a woman! Part of me was thinking it might not be too bad. If I stop and think about it, I was changing into a woman, something that I've basically been practicing at for almost four years now! I would get, in theory, everything I thought that a good looking woman should get. One thing I'm not is stupid! Theory is good, but in reality I would have to act, think, dress and perform within certain parameters dictated by how I looked. Could I survive doing that for the rest of my life? Would I want to? I'd heard one of the best ways to correct a bad habit was total immersion. I was changing into a woman and would have to do everything a woman does to maintain her looks and career. That seemed like a lot of work. Would I get tired of doing it after a couple of years? Or would I suddenly and without reason begin to transform back into a guy after I'd learned my lesson. Was this all one of those 'teach me a lesson' things that happens to characters in books? Did I have that correct? If a good looking woman dressed and acted like a man, people would generally think she was a dyke, or a lesbian, and possibly certain advantages might be kept outside of her grasp. It is a man's world. But dressed and acting like a pretty woman would enable her to be acceptable in any company. What did this mean to me? I started to pace, my long nylon legs flashing in front of me, exciting me. I loved wearing them! I also felt my hips shift back and forth with each step, making me realize I was walking with an exaggerated gait without intending to! How is it I was able to walk in these high of a heel so competently? But the heels clacking loudly on the bare concrete floor caused me to cringe! If someone heard me walking around, would they check? Probably not. Almost definitely not. I tried to relax. Was I starting to move and act like a woman now? The whole thing was starting to become exciting to me! My present life has little to be envious about. At my age, I should be far higher career wise than I am now. If I was a... AM a woman, wouldn't my ability to get a better job be easier? One thing I wouldn't have to worry about anymore was my shitty credit. If I was a new person, a woman, I'd have to start all over, building up credit. Do I even have a choice in the matter I wonder, looking at the painted talons decorating my girlishly slim fingers. I was starting to confuse myself. If my fantasy comes true, would I be left better off? Simple question. First response would be to say yes. Another tingle! My whole upper body felt like ants were crawling all over me! I staggered over to a box and sat down, feeling the extra padding that surrounded my larger ass! In a minute it was over, leaving me with the upper torso of a woman! I didn't have breasts yet but felt confident I would eventually. My shirt and jacket changed, too, of course, but it didn't leave me feeling better! I really liked that jacket! I don't know why I tho would still have it after my body changed again! In hindsight, I would have taken it off! Would it have changed if I wasn't wearing it? That's pretty interesting! I looked at the black leather jacket I was now wearing, liking it immediately. It wasn't a biker jacket, the lines were cut much nicer. More like a higher quality jacket one might purchase at the more ritzy boutiques. Probably cost a couple hundred! The blouse underneath was definitely sexy, if a little sheer. I could just make out the satin bra I had on underneath! The blouse was also satin, and buttoned very similarly to my own sexy blouse I had home! The buttons seemed to be pearl-like but fashioned into the shape of tiny flowers. How cute. I wasn't aware of what the style was called, but the neckline was a low swoop, almost down to the bra line. Definitely an attention getter when I got boobs! Another thought was I'd have to know styles or I'd be looking strange. A woman my age should know all about what looks good, styles, brands, etc. More tingles, and so soon after the last! ARRGH! It was my FACE! I could feel it changing! I held my face lightly with my hands until it was over. I could feel the long nails gently scrape against forehead and cheeks, even as they were changing! Weird! Taking my hands away, I wondered what I looked like. Long strands of dark hair had entangled with my fingers, and I realized instantly I now had very long hair! I pulled a huge mass of curls over my shoulder and just gazed at it, enraptured by the beauty and sheer volume! I had hair probably down to my big, round butt now! It was at least two feet long! And the curls were phenomenal! The richness and shine of the chocolate brown curls made me suddenly happy, like I'd been blessed! The hair was extremely beautiful, and made me look forward to being a woman! I sure seemed to be happy, I realized! Did I decide that changing into a woman was a good thing? Logically, I would sooner or later have to accept being a woman because I seemingly did not have any choice in it now. Do or die kind of thing, I suppose. I would have to make every effort to be happy about it. If I was going to be a woman then YES, I wanted long hair! I wanted to be really good looking, too! I just remembered the old mirror hanging on the wall on the other side of the room! I needed to see what I looked like now! Was I a fox, or a hound? Getting up made me realize just how much I'd already changed! I jumped to my feet, my HEELS, and almost fell forward. I didn't! I saved myself. But a number of things presented themselves to my brain when I did jump up! First; my ass definitely bounced when I landed, making me think it might be bigger than I at first thought! Second; I found my arms had gone out to help my balance when I jumped up, and had instantly thought how feminine the gesture had been! Not that I wouldn't put my hands out in the first place, but the way I'd done it, all with delicate fingers waving and limp wrists! Third; When I jumped, I made a little sound similar to a gasp, which came out with such girlishly sweet softness that I started to panic, thinking there was someone else in the room, but which I had almost as quickly realized it had been ME! My voice had changed! "Hello? This is Jennifer talking." Oh, my gosh! I sounded so sexy! I thought I did, anyway. I was basically all woman now! Except for tits! I was sure those were coming next and was getting a little excited about the prospect! To me, tits are the one thing that visually demonstrates to those around you that you are a woman! The bigger, the sexier! And I wanted to be a sexy woman! Wait. Was I gay now? Did I like guys, or WOULD I like guys? Or did I still like girls? I knew I was definitely in love with everything about being a woman, from the clothes to the make-up to the attention! And even, to some extent, to the power of being a sexy woman! Even though I'd never had any practical experience. A sexy woman can get a guy to do anything! What could I, as a guy, get a woman to do? Nothing. Suddenly something caught my attention. Looking around the room, there was something that was wrong. I thought about it until I realized, with some common sense, that I had gotten shorter! Ahh, that's what it was! I must have lost at least a couple of inches! I guess that was to be expected. I made my way between the boxes to the mirror, chuckling sweetly as I noticed how I was moving. All delicate steps with one foot in front of the other, my hands slightly out enforcing the image of sweet, sexy woman. I loved how the skirt, blouse and heels were feeling to me, too! Never before had I achieved such sensations with my dress up! They were almost overpowering in their femininity and eroticism! I could feel the bra tighten as I breathed, which made me realize that it too had changed. Of course it did! My upper body had become more feminine, which meant smaller. So the bra I had been wearing had also become smaller. In fact, the bra had been a 40 DDD! Probably wasn't even the same bra anymore, either. I stopped and gently pulled open my blouse to look down, seeing that the bra I now wore bore only a passing resemblance to the one I came in with. Yes, it was a sexy white, satin underwire, and yes, it had the lace trim on the cups. But the cups didn't have a bit of loose material at all. It was like wearing a training bra, or something! And the pattern on the cups was generous and decidedly arousing! Most of the upper cups had this lacy, flower pattern that was very sheer in most spots while the bottom half was a semi-sheer white material. I noticed that there were several flowers that circled where the nipples would be. If the blouse was sheer enough, and I thought the one I now wore was, then an observant person would be able to see the darker color of my nipples through it! And the definition of an observant person would simply be male. I was a good example of that rule. If there was a woman with a nice chest around, I was able to not only tell you what size her tits were, but what kind of bra she was likely to be wearing! Not the brand, but the type. I was also able to imagine just how much sag and bounce she would have if she wasn't wearing one by closing looking at how her breasts sat in her bra, and how they moved when she moved. I had a very sexy bra on underneath my sheer blouse and would be an ultra sexy vixen when I changed again! I made my way over to the mirror, wiggling and bouncing (almost) the way there. In it was the face of a beautiful woman, startling me into shock! That couldn't be me, could it?! I was a total BABE! The first thing that caught my eyes were my EYES! Big, round, and surrounded by these amazingly long, thick lashes! My eyes were the color of sapphires, and radiated this mysterious erotic quality that immediately made my pulse quicken! I knew right then, if I looked into the eyes of a man, I could make him fall in love with me! But would it work on women? Only a gay woman, I thought for sure. My cheeks were full and high, my eyebrows were even sexy! My lips were a big change, too! I had been so use to my skinny male lips that these big, full, pouty lips were a shocking change! Humorously, I thought I'd need a whole lipstick just to cover both the top and bottom lips, they were so plump! Dare I even think it?! I had big, cocksucker lips! DSL's! "Hahahaha!" The sweet sound of a pretty girl laughing echoed throughout the room, but I couldn't hold it in! Just looking at the mass of dark curls framing my beautiful face and falling down past my shoulders to my big ass made me so happy! I guess I wasn't going to fight this as much as I thought I might inside! If I had to think who I might resemble the most, I'd have to say a cross between Angelina Jolie and Danni Ashe! Maybe more Danni then Angelina, the more I look at myself. But with the lips of some porn actress thrown in to make me look that much more exotic! One thing for sure was I was one hot looking woman! And it was time for me to get out of this back room and get home while I could still pass a crowd and not be laughed at! Then I froze! Where had my keys to my apartment and my wallet gone?! My pants transformed into a leather skirt that had no pockets! Looking around, I didn't see a purse! SHIT! SHIT! SHIT! What was I gonna do about this? I couldn't get into my apartment, and there was no way I was going to be able to talk my way in with the leasing agent. Though very nice, she was a stickler for the rules, and rule number one was no stranger got into an apartment without the leaser's agreement. I could still get out of here. I would have to think of something though, before night fall. Shit! I had the gang coming over for a game! I could call... What was I thinking? I couldn't call! They wouldn't recognize me. I teetered over to a box of books and sat my prodigious fanny down, feeling that an insurmountable obstacle had fallen in front of me. Dropping my pretty hands into my lap, I looked around the room, desperately thinking of an answer. That's when I saw my wallet and keys, between two rather tall stacks of boxes, on the floor across the room! Come to think of it, that's where my pants changed! I was so happy! Getting up as quickly as possible, I clacked my way over and picked them up, thankful there hadn't been a problem to begin with. They must have merely fallen down when the pockets vanished! Because the change was rather dramatic, what with all the tingles and such, I simply didn't hear them! I stuffed them into the jacket, giggling happily while conscious of the girly way I was acting, and teetered on my high heels out the door. I made my way through the store, trying to act like I was just browsing, and headed for the entrance. The old woman didn't even look up as I passed. Outside, the sun was still shining and for the first time I began to get excited about my future. Also that I hadn't wasted the whole day away. That was good. I was afraid I'd laid unconscious for longer than I thought. "Plans would have to be made!" I said aloud, just to hear the sound of my voice. I was beginning to fall in love with it! The way it seemed to purr, almost vibrate along my spine, yet have a sexy quality about it that promised a wild night of sex made me excited to have it! It made me unique! I dropped my keys and wallet on the coffee table. Old habits die hard, I thought humorlessly. Taking my jacket off and draping it on the back of a chair, I went into the bedroom and checked myself out on my dresser mirror. "Man, I look hot!" I turned to the side, then around, and discovered exactly how big my ass was! "I've got one terrifically big butt." This was not said with any humor. Still, it was shaped about as perfectly as it could be! Just bigger than I thought it should. "I should measure it." I sweetly spoke. I was genuinely curious about my dimensions anyway and measuring myself would tell me how much I lost or gained. Taking the tape from my drawer, I first wrapped it around my waist, noting that it was quite a bit smaller, daintier really, than my hips were. I wasn't used to my long, red nails yet and kept dropping the ends of the tape. 20" Not bad at all, I thought. The perfect size waist for a hot chick like me. Next came my hips, but I was already preparing myself for a larger number as my hips were quite wide and round, and my ass was quite large. Images of a weeble came to mind. You know? Weebles wobble but they don't ... Forget that thought, I told myself. The tape read 40". Could that be right? Measuring again, the same number came up. Yep, 40". I was definitely a bottom heavy girl. No wonder my ass jiggles when I move, not that that's a bad thing. But considering I was also flat chested kind of reduced my happy mood. I would have thought by now I would have grown some jugs! I wrapped the tape around my chest anyway, reading 34". Then it began!! A fierce tingling rapidly spread through my chest, tickling and paralyzing me at the same time! I staggered on my heels back to my bed where I fell backward. Lying on my back, I watched as my slim, petite upper body began to sprout those heavenly globes of sensitivity I've been longing to see and feel ever since this thing started! Slowly they swelled, round and firm, the nipples growing quicker still, denting the satin material atop the quaking, jiggling mounds! I could see down my blouse and watched, enraptured, as my flesh ballooned into two unmistakable mounds! They grew larger, taking up space inside the cups of the bra, filling me with happiness to finally possess that which all woman have! Once inside their satiny prison, they began to push upward, but before they could really begin, they stopped. I laid there and looked at them, watching as they rose and fell with my panting. The nipples were hard and erect, almost tenting the blouse! I could see I had some really big nipples! My small, girlish hands slid themselves up my body even as I sat up. I cupped my breasts, feeling the delightful softness, experiencing for the first time the blissfully erotic sensation of fingers kneading the fleshy bosom of my own TITS!! I have TITS, I screamed in my mind! Not big, no, but obvious and sensitive! I fondled myself for several minutes, sighing as my nipples kept giving me strong vibes all the way down to my pussy! I was wonderfully sensitive! So much so, I could probably give myself an orgasm by just groping my breasts! Hell, I was already halfway there! I suddenly wanted to know what size bra I would take. I knew how by reading in a J C Penny catalog! First you measure under your breasts, like this. The tape read 33". Then you measure your breasts across the fullest part, like this! The tape didn't seem to be cooperative with my shaky fingers. My nipples were still hard, poking out the front of my blouse obscenely, which only made me giggle! The tape across my bosom read 36"! That was pretty good, I thought! What was that in a cup size? I began to dig for the catalog, heels clacking and breasts jiggling in my bra. I believe I wouldn't have to try very hard to get almost every part of my body to jiggle or bounce right now! And that was one of the pleasures of watching a good looking woman! Now I was one of them! Someone to be admired as I walked down the street, or in the Mall, and fantasized about! Someone to drool over as I went about my business! Every time I would bend over to pick up my lipstick, somewhere would be a pair of male eyes devouring me, wishing they could possess me, fuck me! The power of being a beautiful woman was mine! I could not find the damn catalog! Since I didn't have any money, I probably threw it out. Oh, well. Let's see if I could remember. I had a 3" difference, so that was around a full A cup or a small B I think. Since I was all woman now I better learn to be happy with what I have! Looking down was a heavenly view! I could see where my breasts began to protrude from my chest and into the sexy bra! And they were mine! Damn! But if I had extra money, I could go shopping for some new clothes! All I had was the clothing I had on, plus the few articles I had in the box, which I doubted very much would fit this new sensational body I now had. I could only try, I thought, digging into it and laying some clothing onto my bed. I held up my own leather skirt and compared the fit to my voluptuous hips. As I thought, there was no possible way I was going to fit into that tiny thing again. The blouse on the other hand was a possibility. Just then the phone rang, so I dropped what I had and answered it, immediately thinking of the game tonight. Swinging my hair around girlishy, I put the phone to my ear. "Hello?" My sweet, sexy voice filled my own ear, making me realize I had forgotten what I sounded like when thoughts of the game came up. I'd always been like that, though. Better to pretend I was somebody else. "Uh... Is Rick there?" I couldn't suppress a giggle then. My musical laugh probably made Tim wonder who I was. "Rick's here, alright." I giggly spoke. A part of me was thinking I sounded like a bimbo, and wouldn't it be fun to pretend to be one? "But he can't come out to play right now. Is this Tim?" My dainty fingers and long nails covered my full lips in trying to stifle another giggle. "Uh, yeah." "Wow, Tim. You sound really sexy. Are you a hunk?" I breathed sexily into the phone. This was fun, I thought. "Not really. Uh, do you suppose I could talk to Tim? I just want to know if coming over at five instead of six was okay." "Oh, Tim. You sound dreamy. I'll ask him for ya. You just hang on a teensy bit. Okay?" "Sure." I don't know what came over me, but deciding to play this joke on Tim was a great idea! Something about being a sexy nympho and teasing him was erotic! I was even surprised to find my free hand softly squeezing my breast! Taking a breath, I decided to get Tim over here and tell him what happened to me. It'd be nice to have someone like him support me should things become difficult later. That's what friends are for, and that's what he and I have done for the last four years. It would take a little convincing, but I'd be able to do it. I needed somebody to help me get adjusted anyway, and he was my best friend! As I was thinking, I softly pinched my big nipple, causing me to gasp. That felt great! I'll have to remember that! "Mmmm. Tim? Are you... there?" I couldn't suppress an erotic breathy quality from oozing into my voice, and I noticed that I was speaking even softer than before. "Uh, yeah! I'm still here." He sounded anxious. Maybe I was starting to turn him on? It was going to be funny when I told him who I really was! "MMmm, good. I was hoping you would be. Little Rick says to ..come.. over at five." I emphasized the word 'come' a little more, knowing it would sound slutty. "Okay." "He also said to be ready to play. He would try to be here right at six, but if he's not that I should make you very comfortable." I purred into the phone. As I spoke, I was sounding sexier and sexier as I went and was even beginning to turn myself on! I glanced down to see my hand squeezing my tit again, but instead of dropping it, I started pinching my nipple. It felt soooo good! "Oh! Oh, yeah. Mmmm." Somehow, breathing into the phone only added to my excitement! I couldn't really stop what I was doing, either. I didn't want to. Hmmm, I didn't want to, or couldn't? "Uh.. Okay! I'll, uh, be there at five. You said Rick won't be there until six?. Who, uh, who is this?" It wasn't my imagination that his voice sounded shaky. "Mmmm, my name's Jennifer. I'll be playing, too. He said you'd be happy to help me with my character. Is that right? You will help me all you can, right?" "Oh, sure! Be happy to. I guess I'll be there around five then." "Goodie!" I squealed happily! I abruptly changed to a low, sexy whisper; "I'll be waiting for you, Tim. Bye." Before I could hang the phone up, I gasped loudly, thrusting my chest out as my fingers firmly pinched my swollen nipple harshly through the bra and blouse! It took me a moment to clear my head, and when I did I wondered what had gotten into me? Just as I turned, I caught a slight glow from the other room. Specifically the book case. That was funny, I thought. I don't have anything there that lights up. Walking in, the only thing I could tell that might have caused some light was a glass framed picture I have. I looked at it, cocking my head back and forth, trying to recapture that slight flash, thinking there must have been a reflection from a passing vehicle outside. I was positive there had been a light, though. Hmmm! I walked through my living room, sexy legs flashing and full hips swaying atop those sky scraper heels I still had on. I could only giggle at how I had instantly gotten the hang of walking in such high heels! Like I was born to it or something! Looking at the time, I had about an hour before Tim would get here. As soon as he did, I was going to tell him everything that had happened to me so far. He was just as open-minded as myself and would be instantly fascinated by it all. In the meantime, I guess I could make myself as pretty as possible, which meant making sure I was decently dressed. What I had on now was way too sexy for my best friend to see me in! It would be nice to relax in jeans and a sweatshirt for the game tonight. Well, why not? I do have that sweatshirt I bought last year. It would fit me, no problem. Pants are something else, though. Maybe some shorts.. No. I don't have any shorts, or pants for that matter, that would fit over my voluptuous hips and full ass! If I wanted to be comfortable in front of my friends, I'd have to go buy at least a pair of shorts. Sitting on the couch in shorts and a sweatshirt would be great. As far as decent wear, the couple of skirts I owned were far too small, the bras all had enormous cups that I couldn't come close to filling, and my blouses were all too large for my newly petite frame. After twenty minutes of vainly trying on every piece of woman's clothing I owned, I ended up wearing the very same leather mini, stockings, sheer satin blouse and sky high heels I had been transformed into! Now this was a problem. I would need some money in order to buy some new clothes so I could get a better job so I could make more money. Thinking about it started to give me a headache. I needed to take a break in order to tackle this dilemma. I stood in front of my mirror admiring my new girly body and face. My new hobby, I guess. I looked over my dainty shoulder at my reflection, beaming with narcissistic pride at my full, round ass! Leaning forward a little and sticking my butt out made me think how utterly fantastic of a model I'd be for one of those big, butt magazines! You may have a big ass, Jennifer, but it's about as perfectly shaped as can be! So round! I'm not a ass man, well, I'm not a man at all! When I was a man, I was a boob man. But looking at how sexy my own ass is, I may have to call myself an ass woman! I suddenly realized that's the kind of ass that would love a big cock sliding in and out of it! And having thought that, I smiled. I just couldn't tear my eyes away from that gorgeous face in the mirror, either! Such full, pouty lips just made for sucking cock! And those eyes that could tame even the wildest man! In the mirror was a woman who could easily take to bed anyone she wanted, and probably get anything she wanted from them! Too bad I'm not of that particular persuasion, or I'd be out looking for a sugar daddy! Oh, no. I felt a giggle coming on. I tried to stop it! "Teeheehee!" Oh, brother! Was I a giggler now? I began shaking my head because something was bothering me. There was something else happening to me that wasn't as apparent as the physical change. Could there be other changes? Maybe mental..? KNOCK! KNOCK! I looked at the clock. There was still twenty minutes until five! I suspected who might be here and was willing to put all the money in my bank account on it. I walked easily in those high heels, hips swaying and butt swishing attractively, I'm sure. Why I didn't take them off, I don't know. Maybe because they offered such obvious femininity to my mental state. Having to walk in high heels, taking shorter steps and making sure the toe of your foot came down the same time as your heel did seem to heighten the aura of sexual femininity in me. If I was a girl for the rest of my life, then I was going to give it all I had to be a good one. I had better remember to apologize to Tim before I hurt his feelings or embarrass him for the sexy way I talked to him. When he finds out it was me, he might not think it too funny. As far as I could remember, Tim has never had a date. At 24 years old, skinny as a pole and who spends most of his time playing games, he's not had the experience or practice to find a woman. I looked through the peephole to see who it was, which made me realize I'd lost more than a couple of inches of height! I used to have to bend over a little to see through it. Now I have to stretch a little higher! Sure enough, Tim stood there, all anxious looking. It was the first time I remember seeing him dressed in something other than a t-shirt and jeans, though. Hmm, could he be trying to impress the lovely, sexy voice he'd talked to over the phone? "Just a minute, Tim." I called as I began to undo the lock. That's when another tingling change hit! AARGH! What timing! But what else could change? "Uh, oh, uh, sure! Okay. No hurry," I heard from the other side of the door. I leaned against the door as I felt ripples of a physical transformation start in my chest! Looking down, I began to see my breasts starting to swell larger! "OH!" I couldn't help myself! As my breasts began to grow bigger, there was this shooting feeling through me that felt fantastic! I'm sure Tim heard me gasping, but I didn't care! "Uh, are you alright?" Tim asked, obvious concern in his voice. I was better than alright, I thought through gasps as my breasts pushed out further and further! I could see down my blouse and watched with wide eyes as my tits got bigger, rounder and sexier! I knew it was magic when the cups of the sexy satin bra also grew to contain them, as well as the blouse adjusting to still cover as much, or rather, as little as it did! It seemed the neckline eased a bit lower than before, showing off more bosomy flesh, or was my breasts merely bulging out further and higher?! I arched my back severely, sticking out my ass and thrusting out my chest as far as it could go as my hands cupped and squeezed my swelling breasts! Oh! The pleasure! The erotic PLEASURE! In a moment it was over, and I was left panting and moaning, my hands still squeezing my huge, soft breasts! I would've staggered around had I not had the door to lean against! This change had left me feeling hot, flushed and wanting more! Sexy! Horny! I couldn't believe how large I had just become, either! My hands were woefully inadequate to hold either breast, and were barely capable of holding one! I also realized something else! I had an aching desire to experience sex as a woman for the first time! To feel a large, thick cock sliding into me, stretching me, filling me, making me gasp and cry out passionately! Looking down at the phenomenal cleavage I now had, I was more aroused now than I had been since the change started! My breasts were practically bulging out the top of my blouse! I was HUGE! Tap. Tap. tap. Tim was still waiting patiently, and I didn't want him to wait anymore. I needed to confide in him what was happening, if only to help explain it all. I swung around, a little too fast as my breasts swayed and bumped together delightfully, sending quivers of jiggly flesh dancing above my neckline. With a concentrated effort, I dropped my hands from my breasts, stifling a little moan as I denied the soft, sensitive flesh for the moment. Giggling, I moved a little more slowly and opened the door, only to witness my friend's jaw drop! "Oh, my gosh." He sputtered, unable to tear his eyes away from my now colossal bosom. I couldn't blame him. How many times had he seen a woman with a chest so big the bottoms of each tit almost came down to her belly button? "Mmmm, so you're Tim. Oh, please come in. I really want you to." My voice had somehow gotten even more softer, higher and sexier than before on the phone! It sounded like I wanted to sensuously breathe out every word for maximum stimulation! Was it still changing, too? I sounded like a sex kitten! I needed to get a grip on my mannerisms, too, I realized. I was moving around with my hands out and my chest thrust forward! It was slowing dawning on me that I was flirting outrageously, too! Maybe it was because I was so damn HORNY! As he slowly stepped in, I slid my arm through his, mashing my huge tit against his body, and guided him over to the couch. I felt him stiffen as he felt the immense softness of my breast against his side, which allowed me to steer him wherever I wanted to. He was putty in my hands! Looking up at him made me think about how short I now was. He was about 6'0" tall, a couple inches shorter than I had been, and now I was, maybe, a good six inches shorter then him! That would make me around 5'6", or 5'2" without the heels! I wanted him to sit in the middle of the couch, at least that's what I was thinking, but I couldn't figure out why I was doing it in such a brazen fashion! My breasts were basically mashed against his body! I was still acting like the horny chick when I was on the phone with him! Hell! I WAS a horny chick! But I needed to show him what had happened! I wanted to show him everything! Yes! I NEEDED to show him everything! "Want to see something?" I asked sexily as I plopped him down on the couch. He only nodded, seemingly transfixed by my overhanging breasts that almost sat in my lap, oblivious to anything else around. The thought of Tim looking at my breasts and wanting them, wanting to touch them, kiss them, made me excited! I felt my pussy hot and sensitive and aching for attention! 'That's strange.' I suddenly thought to myself. Tim looks like he's gained some muscle since last week! And his acne has cleared up considerably, making him a tolerably handsome man! With my hands on my knees and my breasts pushed together until they bulged out of my blouse, I bent over him and wiggled my shoulders, sending a quiver of eye catching movements below my neck. I knew my blouse was low enough for him to see the fleshy valley between my tits, and even the lace of my bra. "Hello? Earth to Tim?" "Uh, uh, oh, sure." He could barely talk! I was having a profound affect on him and was enjoying myself thoroughly. But why was I acting like this? I stood up slowly, my hands running up my sides until they cupped my enormous breasts. Gently I began to fondle myself, closing my eyes and breathing loudly when my own fingers began to create such stimulating sensations! I was turned on by my own body, and my body seemed to want to be turned on, too! I wanted more! I wanted to feel my hands and fingers love my new titties! I wanted to gasp and scream in passion! Who was controlling who? I tried to make a conscious effort to stop my hands. I looked down, willing my hands to stop, only to see my fingers suddenly grasp my hard, aching nipples and start pulling on them! Oh, DAMN, but that felt electric! I threw my head back and gasped as my hips slowly grinded a strippers dance in front of Timmy. Part of me wanted this, but part of me wanted to tell Tim what was happening, too! I looked down through my bulging breasts and saw him stare like a man possessed, yet his hand had suspiciously crept and lay covering his crotch as if hiding something! I knew what he was hiding, and it was big, and I wanted him to feel okay about it. After all, I was a desirable, voluptuous and beautiful woman who had needs! I mean, I needed to tell him who I was! I hadn't realized just how good looking Tim really was, either! Sitting there in pants that seemed to small in just the right area, and the yummy muscles peaking through his shirt and on his arms made him a hunk! "What ya hiding there, Timmy?" I purred sexily as I straddled his lap, my skirt riding up to expose my stocking tops, creamy full thighs and sexy, satin panties. I wrapped my arms around his neck and gasped as I started to grind my pussy against his huge bulge, causing him to almost convulse into an orgasm right there! It seemed like something I should do, since I was in this position, but I was unprepared for how stimulating the feeling of having something hard beneath me felt against my pussy! "Oh, aaaaah, ummm, you see.." He couldn't seem to talk right, and I needed to talk to him, so I decided to help him out. "You need to relax, baby." I ran my fingers through his thick hair as I pressed my full, luscious lips to his forehead. I knew my tits would be right there in his face so I arched my back a little bit until I felt the smooth skin pressed against him, my erect nipples sending electric jolts through me! His huge, hard cock was in the right place to drive me wild, and every time I moved just a little, it would rub and pulse against my clit! I could feel myself gushing in anticipation of having his big cock inside me! I couldn't deny this was fun. I don't remember planning to act this way, and I don't remember when I had become attracted to guys, either, but obviously I now was! I was attracted to Tim! "Come on, baby. They're really big and sensitive, and need a man's touch." I whimpered as I picked up his big hands and placed them on my throbbing breasts. Immediately he began to squeeze, pushing and molding the soft pliant flesh hotly, causing me to gasp in arousal yet giggle at the way he was doing it, like he'd never felt tits before! I helped his appetite along by pressing his face down into my cleavage while running my fingers through his hair. "Damn, but these are big!" His muffled exclamation made me giggle. This went on for several minutes, his clumsy yet lust driven manipulations having a strong affect on me, escalating my desire until I'd decided I'd had enough teasing and wanted something more! The hard lump in his pants had not gone away, if anything had gotten bigger, and no matter how much I grinded myself on it, things needed to come to a climax! I disentangled myself and stood shakily in front of him, panting, my nipples poking the sheer satin obscenely, the upper slopes of my titanic breasts shiny from his lips and tongue, and looked him in the eye with a grin. I ran my tongue slowly along my upper lip as I sexily, slowly unzipped my skirt. I had to tug it down over my expansive hips and disproportionate ass, but I made it look good! He stared for only a second before quickly unzipping his pants and pushing them and his underwear down to the floor. His cock sprang up larger than I would have expected! Once, when we were drunk, hadn't he complained to me how he was so pathetically small down there? Well, he wasn't small now! I could barely take my eyes off of it! I responded by sexily sliding my panties down my curvy legs before stepping out of them, flashing my bare pussy to him excitedly. I sexily unbuttoned my blouse, teasing him with flashes of my sexy, overfilled bra, then in one swift motion flung it over my head! The throw had, of course, caused my jutting breasts to wobble and jiggle erotically, causing me to giggle inanely at his lusty stare. Naked but for bra, stockings and heels, I knelt in front of him and slid my hands up his strong legs until I had his giant tool in my hot trembling fingers. He smiled as I sensuously grasped his manhood and experimentally slid my hands up and down its length. It must be 8" long and pretty thick, I thought hungrily. I leaned very close to it, my lips almost touching the tip of him. "Your cock is marvelous. I think I want to kiss it." I sensuously spoke every breath upon it's bulbous head, causing his cock to jump each time. "Yes. Kiss my cock," he whispered with a grin on his handsome face. I leaned forward, feeling my breasts pressing into his legs, and pressed my lips to the hot tip like a kiss. I ran my tongue around it, looking him in the eye as I did, enjoying the expression of rapture behind them. His response was to place his hands on either side of my head and gently push. I let him, watching him as my big lips devoured inch after inch of his magnificent cock! I wasn't able to get the whole thing in, but began to suck gently, teasingly, while my hands massaged his balls. His hands traveled down to rest on my shoulders where he began to toy with the straps of my bra. I slid my lips back up, sucking him hard as I went until just the tip was in my mouth. I ran my tongue around it, spearing into his piss hole before opening wide and swallowing his cock again. I was getting so anxious to feel this piece of thunder inside me that I began moaning sexily, but I wanted to prime it a little more! I began to bob my head, sucking him loudly as my fingers fisted him! I felt him begin to moan as the sounds of my oral stimulation began to turn myself on in ways I'd never imagined! In the back of my mind, I began to wonder whether I was giving him the most pleasure, or myself! He had taken my bra straps and was gently lifting them rhythmically, bouncing and sliding my immense satin covered breasts against his legs in a most stimulating way! I was enjoying it almost as much as he was because my hot, hard nipples seemed like they were on fire every time they dragged against him! I sucked him forcefully and quickly for several minutes, making sure he wasn't going to cum yet before deciding to feel him inside my pussy. I made a slight popping sound when I finally let his cock go, proving to the both of us how perfect my big lips were for sucking cock. I gazed at it, wondering how I was able to get most of the thing into my mouth! It must be at least 10" long, and as thick as my wrist! I think it WAS growing! Panting and more sexually turned on than ever before, I slithered back onto his lap, my huge breasts swaying with my every movement! This time his big cock pointed up between us, all hot and shiny still from my mouth. I giggled as it throbbed invitingly at me. Did it look bigger than just a few seconds ago? I didn't know, but was very curious how it felt inside me! He pulled the straps of the bra off my slim shoulders and down my arms. I helped him by taking the straps off completely, allowing my breasts to hang more naturally. I didn't have a lot of sag, just enough to make them look really sexy. He then squeezed my huge tits through the slackened satin cups of my bra, making me gasp with pleasure! "OH! Oh, yeah! How did you know I like my tits squeezed through my bra, lover?" I breathlessly asked as one of my hands had grasped his hard cock and started fisting it slowly. I could barely wrap my fingers around it now! "I dunno." His deep voice replied, almost out of breath himself. "It seemed like the thing to do." He then surprised me even more by sucking my big, sensitive nipples through the satin! "OH, YES! YES! Keep sucking my NIPPLES! SUCK MY BIG NIPPLES THROUGH MY SEXY BRA!" I screamed at him! I raised my wide hips and huge ass, almost without conscious thought of what I was doing, and guided his throbbing organ to my slick, waiting opening. I felt the huge tip of his big, 10" cock start to part the wet puffy folds of my pussy for the first time, causing me to hold my breath, when a little glow caught my attention! Glancing over even as his cock started to slide into my aching pussy, making me cry out both in surprise of his immense size, and the overpowering sexual enjoyment of being filled with a hard cock, I saw that little gem stone I'd bought at the curio shop glowing! At the moment I couldn't care less and pressed my full weight down onto that monster cock of his, filling me like nothing ever has! "AAAAAAAAHHHH!! Oh, DAMN! That fucking cock is, ungh! SO BIG! UNGH!" I could almost feel it inside my stomach! "Yea