Eight Vials and a Syringe
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Eight Vials & a Syringe - Part IV
By Jen Moore
I was in my editorial offices downtown, on that familiar conference
table, with my legs spread. Matter-of-factly, my editor had his erect
penis inside me, as he rattled off detailed directions for my next
assignment. He grew harder, increasing the pace of his thrusts, as I
struggled to concentrate on the assignment.
"Oh shoot. Sorry," he said as he pulled it out of me and put it back into
his pants, as he asked if I could have the piece done by Tuesday.
My god. He just came inside me.
"Umm. Tuesday. Yes," I said, trying to reconcile what had just happened
and what exactly the assignment was.
Suddenly I was in the lobby trying to light a cigarette.
"Oh no, you can't smoke," said the admin assistant too cheerfully,
blowing out the match. "You're prego."
Damn. Sure enough, my belly was round and distended, even as the upper
half of my body was me -- male. How do I get a cigarette?
I was in the writers' cubicle looking for matches. My intercom buzzed.
"You're girlfriend is here to see you."
Frantically, I squeezed the muscle inside my vagina and patted it with a
napkin, trying to clean up the semen. But it just kept coming out of me.
The intercom kept buzzing. Buzzing. Buzzing.
I woke up in a cold sweat. I slammed the alarm clock off. I reached
down and felt the reassuring presence of my balls. My stomach was flat
and hard.
I needed a cigarette.
Ok, I have to get fucking focused here.
I had some food and sat down with some paper to take down my phone
messages. There were a whole series from Angela, my girlfriend, that
started as inquiries, then I could hear her annoyance, then anger, then
just angry frustration. There had been no way for me to have contacted
her then. But fortunately she was now on a business trip for a few days.
I left a message on her home answering machine. Then, I got some more
coffee, had another cigarette, and called her cell phone. No answer. I
left a message there telling her I was back finally. How the assignment
had gone longer than I'd expected.
Then I sat down to focus on my work. For five hours I just immersed
myself in the writing. I ended up making some research calls too for the
next one. It was about 5 pm when I finally stopped working. The ashtray
was nearly full.
What was the dream? Was I really a woman two days ago? I went into my
bedroom to get some jeans on and go out for some groceries. I put on
fresh boxers. I remembered all the new panties I had. Jeans were folded
neatly in the third drawer. Shirtless I stood in front of the mirror. I
kept myself in good shape. I had a good chest, good shoulders. I
noticed my chest hair had still not grown back as before. Maybe I should
get that haircut now too. Or maybe I could just wait until tomorrow.
For now, tie it back. I put on my black Nike t-shirt. Grabbed my keys
and went down to the street.
I got a few bags of food from the nearby store. I wonder when might be a
good time to do that again. It was good to be back I told myself. I
tried thinking about some new story ideas. Maybe I should wait three
months. Keep myself focused, make some good progress with work, with my
girlfriend Angela. Some good discipline. Hell, I still had to patch
things up with her. Besides, if I did it again too soon who knows how
long the period would last. It was still way too recent to revert again.
I had to be careful not to tip the equilibrium of my body's state to its
genetic female side.
I made myself dinner. I went through the mail. My mother had had a
wonderful body in her youth. I had had such beautiful breasts. I
thought about all the pictures I had. And all the videos. I undid my
hair and went to the closet.
Do you ever notice how the body of a woman who is in shape, with large
full breasts, looks both clumsy and graceful at the same time? How they
walk. Their curves. They seem so lithe in the way they move their arms,
how they twist and bend. How they curl their hair behind their ears.
Yet, those breasts, they seem like structural liabilities, inefficient,
top-heavy, swinging. So beautiful. So fleshy. So soft. How gloriously
different they are then men. It couldn't be me.
I went through one group of shots Marcie had taken one morning when the
light was soft. I was looking at the camera up close. I still had some
makeup on. I had my earrings by then. Some shots were not as close. I
had jeans on then too. I wore a top that was cut low showing my
cleavage. Irrefutable cleavage formed by those so familiar breasts. I
would make her my secret computer screen shot.
I had purposely not bought any cigarettes when I'd gone out earlier, but
decided to go back out for some. I rushed back to my apartment with an
idea that occurred to me. I stayed up most of the night going through
the videos, doing some editing, posting them. I had decided to create a
site of her, or for her. At some point it occurred to me to tie it into
a porno network. I created a sequence of videos, set up a story. Only
subscribers could see this. That's sort of secret, right?
I got up around 10 and threw myself back into my work. I was at it until
nearly 7. Two days and my girlfriend will be back. We'd talked twice
already now. She was still somewhat angry but it seemed I had smoothed
it out for the most part. On Saturday we were going to meet another
couple we knew. I told her I missed her.
The apartment was all cleaned up. I'd done laundry too. I watched some
TV. I got up and turned on my computer. I smoked.
I was very surprised to see I'd gotten a few thousand hits. I was a
pretty creative guy and had certainly seen enough porn that could've been
better, but still I was shocked to see how much traffic I'd gotten so
quickly. I noticed that my web site had also gotten a play on the porn
networks home page. On the left side were four fairly large shots of
different women. And there was one of me. It was one of me smiling with
my legs tucked up under me, sitting in a chair. I was holding a
cigarette, wearing only a large t-shirt. By Friday night I had over
1,000 subscribers. It was very exciting.
By the time I saw my girlfriend I'd gotten that haircut. It still wasn't
short, in fact it was still probably longer than when she'd last seen me.
But I'd put my part back on the side and hid some of the layering. I
wore silver studs in my ears. She noticed those immediately.
"Now earrings?," was the first thing she said.
I hugged her and gave her a kiss.
"Nice to see you too," I said.
She kissed me back. She fingered the earring then fluffed up my hair.
"Be careful stud," she said. "Still have these don't you," she said as
she grabbed my balls mockingly.
I wanted to ask her what she was getting at. I wasn't sure if she
teasing or joking or was acting wary. Was I being paranoid? I just
pulled her to me and playfully gobbled at her breasts to tell her how
hungry I was for her.
"So, why didn't you call," Angela asked. I could tell this wouldn't be
easy.
By the time we left to meet our friends I'd made my feeble excuses. She
seemed ok but not totally over it, I could tell. Being with George and
Kathy helped ease the tension and she didn't let on to them that she was
still pissed with me. We had a long brunch and caught up on things. He
and I were in related businesses. We got together for golf occasionally.
We both liked the same sports. But we were really more friends because
of our girlfriends' long-standing friendship. I made a golf date with
him because I knew that pleased the two women to know that George and I
got along.
Afterwards, she was still a little icy. She said she wanted to do some
work but that I could come over tomorrow. I know she was punishing me,
but I was grateful to be able to go back to my apartment and have a
cigarette.
My site was taking off. I had 2,000 more subs. I started to create
themed episodes. I cut some scenes from the day Marcie and I had gone to
the street fair. There were scenes of us kissing. Us walking down the
street. Eating room service.
There was one where we both inspected our fresh tattoos, playfully
measuring to confirm they were in the exact same place - half an index
finger from our slits. She took the camera up close, showing the fresh
reds and blues and yellows of my new butterfly. You could see how my
labia bloomed as she passed her finger up and down then. You could see
how my wetness started to seep out, shining, how it pooled around my
tight clittie. We were silent. But you could hear the soft squishing.
You could see how her finger glistened with my wetness as she took it out
from my pussy.
Later the next week, George and I met early for golf. I'd actually been
looking forward to it and it turned out to be a beautiful day. It felt
good getting exercise and swinging the clubs again. I was up three
strokes on him by the time we got through the first nine.
We were sitting and having a beer and that's when he dropped the
bombshell.
"Oh! I found the best fucking porn site," he said as he finished
swigging a gulp. "And I swear this fucking chick looks exactly like
you,"he laughed. "Except she has these gorgeous tits and the sweetest
little twat. I had to show Kathy. She couldn't believe it either. You
have to see her, man."
He showed Kathy? My heart stopped.
By the end of the 18 holes he was seven shots over me.
I was very wary by the time I made it back to Angela's. But she seemed
in a good mood when I got there. Maybe she hadn't talked to Kathy.
Maybe Kathy never even thought to have brought it up. I was probably
just being paranoid.
We went out for a bite. We went for sushi. She told me about her
caseload and the people at work and her family. She was a very good
lawyer and very determined. She wouldn't let office politics get in her
way but she knew how to use them to her advantage. Her father had been a
successful lawyer. She also had three brothers. They were big, athletic
guys, two of which were very successful in business. It felt good to
just let her talk.
She asked me some about my articles. I told her about the one I was
working on. She asked if I'd made any progress on my screenplay. But I
told her I'd been too busy.
We got back late to her apartment but I could tell she still had some
energy. She asked for a glass of wine and went back to her room to
change. I brought two glasses into the living room and flicked on the
TV.
She came into the room wearing a tshirt. She flicked the TV off and sat
down on my lap. She took a sip from her glass as she eyed me. Then she
lifted up her shirt, giggling almost, as she showed me she was wearing no
panties.
"God, I cant believe you and this hair," she said as she ran her fingers
through it, playfully growling. "What is the stuff you are using
anyway?," she asked.
"Just sort of like Rogaine," I lied. "Think its too long?"
"I don't know," she said. "Do you like it?"
"It's a change," I said. "Just a change."
She looked at my earring then nuzzled her nose under my hair and nipped
at my lobe.
She leaned back and fixed her eyes on mine and asked, "Do you smoke? Your
hair smells like cigarette smoke."
"Me? Smoke?," I stammered.
"Come on," she stood up and pulled me up to my feet and led me into her
bedroom.
She ended up giving me a blow job, which she hadn't done in a long time.
Even after my protracted sessions on her she would usually not give me
much more than a lick. But this time she began massaging me through my
pants as I lied back on the bed. She kept rubbing and kneading until I
was bursting to come out. She unzipped me slowly until it was standing
erect.
"Do you like this?," she asked as kissed it and held it, looking up at
me.
I nodded.
"Do you like this?," she asked as she took it in out of her mouth,
licking the sides.
"Mmm," I replied.
She made it slow and erotic, teasing me with her wet mouth, the grip of
her hands, caresses and kisses. When I was ready to cum I gently put my
hand on her head to signal that I wanted her to swallow it. She sucked.
As I started to spasm, she took it from her mouth and pressed it upright
against me. The cum shot out over my belly.
I started to get up and wipe it off, a little annoyed.
"Leave it. Its sexy," she said.
I felt my body craving nicotine. Eventually, we were both asleep.
When I awoke the bed was empty and I lied there for a few minutes. I
recounted the evening and then traced my hand over my stomach and felt
the dried remains of my cum. I reflected on the blow job, how good it
had been.
Then, suddenly I sat bolt upright. The tattoo. It was covered now by my
hair. But did she see it? When she was so close? When she was rubbing
me there? Was that why she did it? I jumped out of bed and put on my
pants and then casually walked into the living room.
"He's up," she said brightly into the phone as she waved at me, "have to
go."
"Who was that?" I asked.
"Did you have a nice evening?" she asked me instead.
"Very nice. Thank you," I leaned forward to give her a kiss but she
sprang up from the couch and walked past me."
"I have to get going," she said. "Mind if I take a shower, first?" She
was all cheery and smiley.
"I thought we could do something today. How about lunch?" I called out
after her. But she just turned on the shower.
I got a cup of coffee. I felt very uneasy. She's in a good mood. Am I
still being paranoid. How could she possibly have any suspicions. I
wished I'd cut off all this damn hair. I glanced at my eyebrows in the
mirror. No. I looked at them closely. I think they'd grown back. So
what if I have a tattoo. I could definitely use a cigarette.
Like two ships in the night we passed. She told me she was leaving as I
was showering and asked me to lock up. I reminded her that I had another
short trip tonite. But that I'd be back in two days. She told me that
she remembered.
This was a real trip. A real assignment. But fuck, the timing sucked.
I tried calling her at work but was told she was in meetings. I left a
message and told her I loved her.
I checked my site once more. Fucking site. That was stupid, careless.
I had nearly 12,000 subscribers. They'd put up a different picture of me
on the Home Page. It was a screen grab from when Marcia made me taste
that dildo.
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