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A Road Trip Gone Wrong By Jaana "A recent college graduate has a chance encounter with a young woman, unaware that he would become the recipient of a terrible curse." *** WARNING: The following story contains graphic depictions of sex, masturbation and female arousal. Rated X. You have been warned. *** *** PROLOGUE *** He should have suspected a trick. What where the odds? And now here he was in lobby of a motel, fighting a rising hunger as between his soft, curvy thighs a vagina - his vagina - was softly pulsing, wet, eager to be penetrated. The thought repulsed him but his new, oversexed body was calling the shots now. He had been a fool, a gullible male fool, to let himself be tricked like that... *** THE TRAFFIC JAM *** It was a hot, summer day. David drummed his fingers impatiently on the steering wheel of his beat-up Civic, his worldly possessions (such as they were) crammed into the limited trunk space of the hatchback. University had just ended, and his diploma lay on the seat next to him, wilting slightly in the heat. With his parents having died two years ago in a car crash, he had nowhere to go once the dorms closed, so he desultorily drove west, with a vague hope of perhaps landing a job on the west coast. Now here he was, stuck on a side road in the Rockies while an unbroken line of unmoving cars stretched out before him. In the distance, he could an ambulance and some tow trucks holding up the road. It looked like a bad accident, he could be there for some time. He contemplated turning around, not realizing that doing so would have been the best decision he ever made. The driver's door on the VW Rabbit ahead of him opened, and a pair of female legs swung out. The feet were enclosed in scuffed sandals, and the bare calfs, reaching upwards into smooth creamy thighs,immediately caught David's attention. The legs were followed by the girl herself, a vision of curvy femininity. A short denim skirt stretched over wide hips, her bare middriff allowing him to see the hint of purple panties underneath. Her top was a brown, stretchy tank top that molded itself nicely over heavy breasts. Her delicate shoulders and cleavage matched the color of her creamy thighs, but were covered in a spray of freckles. Her face was cute, with pink lips, a freckled nose, and brown eyes that squinted in the noonlight sun. Her hair was chestnut brown, with a cute, shoulder-length cut. An old canvas bag was slung over her shoulder. An infrequent mountain breeze blew, bringing with it the chill of higher climes. David welcomed it, but the girl shivered and David could see hard points suddenly poke through the fabric over her chest. David stared and began to grow hard. As if it were a signal, the girl met his eyes. She stared, seemingly fingering something in the canvas bag on her shoulder, and David could see wonderment, and something else, in her eyes. She seemed to tremble for a moment, then closed her eyes and leaned against the car. David could see her legs rub together, with only made him harder. She opened her eyes again, looked at him, and this time he didn't see anything except steely determination. She walked over to his car, and bent over to speak with him. David could see the freckled expanse of her upper chest, the tank top fabric barely containing her large breasts, which he thought were a D or a very lucky C. He saw that she wore no bra, the breasts jiggling enticingly and freely below the fabric. He shifted and hoped she would not see his erection. Damn, she was hot! "It sucks, huh," she said. "The accident, I mean." "Um...yeah," said David. "My name's Susan." "David," he replied. "Listen, it's going to be at least a couple of hours before they clear that mess up." She cast her eyes along the steep, wooded slope that bordered the road. "Up there, I bet we can get a nice vantage point of the accident. It looks cooler, as well. I've got a couple of drinks in my car, want to go up there and watch?" She continued in a rush. David wondered why she looked so nervous. She saw the look he gave her, and stammered, "It would make the time pass faster. I'm not keen on spending that much time out here, not with it being so hot. And it would be nice to have someone to talk to." "That sounds like a great idea!" And it did. "Let's move our cars to the shoulder. That way we won't hold up traffic if it does clear before we get down," David reasoned. "Sure." And she smiled. *** THE MOUNTAIN PATH *** And so, 10 minutes later, David was following Susan up a steep, overgrown path that led up the side of the mountain. The shade was very welcome, and a cool breeze occasionally blew, keeping Susan's nipples attractively erect. It carried her scent on the air, and David inhaled deeply when it did, it was a very pleasing mix of heather and subtle female odors. Once he also smelled the arousing scent of a pussy in heat, and startled, he looked up at her. She was close, navigating over a fallen log, her leg lifted up and over, causing the denim skirt to rise up and reveal her purple satin panties. He stared at the wet oval decorating its gusset, and then she was over and it disappeared again. No.. surely not, he thought. That sort of thing only happened in porn stories, he must have imagined it. His cock was rock hard. They reached a small open clearing, covered with thick moss and low shrubs. "Here," she said, and pointed down. David peered down, and saw the snakelike line of cars, including their own. In the distance he could see the accident scene. It didn't look anywhere close to being cleaned up. They sat down together, sweating from the hard climb. She reached into her canvas bag and pulled out two bottles of water. "Here", she said, tossing him a half-full, opened bottle. "Sorry about it being opened, hope you don't mind" she said, looking away. "Not a problem" David smiled, and downed the whole thing. It felt good, though it tasted salty. She turned back to him and smiled, the first real smile she had made since meeting him. They sat down together and watched the accident for a while, talking as they did. David found out that Susan, like him, had no parents. Or rather, she had a mother who was an alcoholic and a father that had abused her, and was no longer speaking to either. As they talked, he watched her curiously. She was becoming more and more nervous, her nipples continued to be hard points and a couple of times now David could swear he could smell her pussy. Strangely enough, his erection would not stop, it was incredibly hard to the point of being painful. He had a feeling that she was working up the courage to fuck him! He was only half-right. David suddenly felt a rush of dizziness, and had to steady himself before he fell over. Susan said "I'm sorry." and there were tears in her eyes. David tried to say "Sorry for what?" but his mouth would not speak. His arm gave way and he tumbled to the ground. He watched as Susan dug into her canvas back and pulled out what appeared to be a 2-inch wide black ring with golden symbols on its circumference. She knelt over his prostate body and opened his jeans, tugging them down over his hips. His cock tented his boxers, and a small wet spot showed where the precum had leaked out. She tugged down his boxers and his cock popped out, larger than he had ever seen it, its purple head swaying. "Oh yes" she sighed, and before he knew it all 6 inches of his penis were engulfed in her mouth. She deep throated him, but the paralysis prevented him from making any sounds except for his rapid breathing. With a pop, she let his cock go, and fitted the ring over the head, taking advantage of her saliva to push it all the way down to the base of his penis. "Finally I'll be rid of it" She moaned as she straddled his body, reaching under her skirt to move her panties aside. David hadn't imagined it, the panties were soaked with her cream. She tugged the fabric over her mound, revealing her soaking pussy. The labia were engorged and shining with juice, and her clit was swollen. "You have a nice body David," she said. "I'm so sorry I have to do this to you," she cried out softly as she knelt and David's rock hard cock disappeared into the slipperly depths of her vagina. His eyes nearly bulged out at the pleasure as her pussy grabbed and stroked his shaft. The cock ring she had fitted him with instantly became hot, and he swore it felt like it was pulsing. The next couple of minutes were a blur as Susan fucked him relentlessly. "OH! OH! OH!" she cried out, her hips nearly a blur, her cream-lubricated canal sliding, coaxing, kneading his shaft. Her breasts moved like living things under her shirt, swaying and bouncing, the nipples completely erect. The dizziness was increasing to the point where everything was blurry now. The cock ring felt red-hot and his cock, despite the weirdness of the situation, remained rock hard. Susan pounded his body, moaning and shaking. She had already come a couple of times, her canal grabbing and stroking his cock, coaxing David's shaft to give up its jism even as Susan's vagina bathed it in pussy cream. David could feel his balls tightening, and with a sudden rush he was coming inside her, spraying hard, his cum filling her as she herself came, her vagina grabbing and pulsing around his rod as it greedly sucked his cum into her depths. His cock continued to spurt and then he felt a horrible cutting and tearing sensation in his crotch! It was followed by the even more horrifying sensation of unfamiliar muscles forming in his pelvis, twitching and pulsing around a hard invader. She stood up, and unbelievably, he could feel something slide out of himself. He heard Susan squeal in glee, but he could barely see her through the dizziness. She seemed to be cradling something between her legs. From far away David heard her excited voice as something twitched between his own legs. "I'm so sorry David, but it was driving me insane. You're a good person, but if I hadn't done this I would have killed myself before long. The witch said I would know when the time came, and she was right!" As everything faded away, she said, "I only hope you are stronger than me." *** THE CHANGE *** David woke up hours later, his head pounding. He stood up, groaning, and looked around. He saw that the sun had almost set. What was he doing here? He had a dim memory of coming up here with a girl... she said her name was Susan. He remembered that they had sex... and then... nothing! He looked down and saw his jeans were on and the belt buckled, he didn't notice that his crotch was strangely flat. Had he imagined the whole thing? He certainly wasn't imagining his dizziness. Maybe it was just a fantastic hallucination brought on by heat exhaustion? It was cooler now. He'd better return to the car. He started walking down the path. The dizziness David was feeling, however, did not go away. There was something else as well, though he couldn't put his finger on it. If he were thinking properly, he would have realized that it was not a feeling, but the lack of one... there was no longer any penis swinging between his legs, no longer any balls hanging down there. Instead he cradled a moist pussy between his legs. David did not know that the curse that Susan had passed on was upon him, starting to affect him with small changes... the labia starting to engorge, a swelling bud peeking from underneath its hood, a little moistness starting at the back of his canal. He did not notice the very first, almost imperceptible twitch deep in his groin as his vagina flexed for the first time, the moisture in the back of his canal starting to bead into cream! As David walked down the path, he found himself hoping that he would see Susan again. Maybe it wasn't a dream, it had seemed so real. He could still smell her in his mind, the scent of summer wind, heather and the subtle musk of a woman. He did not realize that it was himself he was smelling, that already his skin was starting to become smooth and produce that wonderful female smell even as it turned a creamy white! The smell brought back the memory of their earlier fuck, and as the image popped into his mind, he felt a strong, unfamiliar tightening inside his hips. He paused, shocked. Something was very wrong! He rubbed at his crotch, and instead of the comforting bulge of his cock or the reassuring weight of his balls, he felt a soft flatness! Soft, moistening folds twitched at the contact. Wide-eyed, he rubbed again, seeking, and was rewarded by a deep throb in his new canal as his hand rubbed his swollen labia and ran over his erect clit. The blood drained from his face and he thrust his hands into his jeans, his fingers seeking more direct proof. His fingers rubbed against a cleft mound, his fingers rubbing along and and slightly separating his labia, causing him to gasp as he felt the uniquely female sensation of having his pussy lips stroked and parted! He yanked his hand back, his pussy twitching convulsively as cream starting to flow from the back of his canal. It hadn't reached his new opening yet, but would soon. Trembling, he moved his slightly moist hand to his face. There was no mistaking the pussy odor. That bitch! What had she done to him? David decided the best thing to do now would be to get back to their cars as quickly as he could. It certainly beat passing out, which felt like a very real possibility right now. No doubt Susan would be waiting there for him. She had to be waiting there! She had to fix this! "SUSAN!" He yelled as loudly as he could. "WHERE ARE YOU? SUSAN!!" The empty woods made no reply. Between his legs, his pussy mutely twitched, and he started to sweat in fear. Warmth flooded his groin, and inside his hips he could feel an emerging feeling of emptiness. They were feelings any woman would instantly recognize - the feeling of female arousal. He quickly headed down the path. Through a break in the trees, David could see the road down below. The accident must have been cleaned up, as there was very little traffic. He looked but his car was gone! He could still see the blue VW rabbit though. He prayed that Susan was still there. He started hurrying as fast as he could given the path's overgrown state and steep incline. He couldn't believe he had a pussy! But he could feel it between his legs, feel it swelling subtly. He became aware of a moistness there, the feeling of emptiness growing. He pressed on his groin with his hand, but felt only pressure on his curving mound, and the empty feeling grew into an ache. He moaned as he realized there was only one way to fill it, and jerked his hand back. A twinge started in David's back, right above his ass. It grew worse as he walked. He stopped for a second and pressed his hand against the small of his back. It felt good, so he pressed a little more. He heard a crack in his back, and the pain went away. He continued down the path, unaware that his ass was more thrust out now, more rounded than before. The cream flowing down his new canal finally started seeping out of his vagina, a pearly drop forming at the base of his labia. It was absorbed by his boxers, forming a tiny spot, and as it did, the boxers started to change. David started to fidget and tug at the waistband of his jeans. His boxers felt too tight against him, like the fabric was riding up or something. He felt smooth fabric cling to his new mound, and he felt a stab of alien pleasure as the unfamiliar muscles in his pelvis throbbed again. The twinge in his back was back, worse than before. He pressed the small of his back again, but it was not enough. The pain increased along with a new feeling, a pressure within his pelvis. David groaned in pain and leaned against a tree, arching his back, desperately trying to relieve the pain and the pressure. Inside his hips, a tunnel engorged, lubricated with female cream. A loud crack echoed through the woods, followed by a loud grunt from David and a ripping sound. David sighed in relief and stood back up. His hips no longer ached, but he had felt the seat of his jeans rip, the fabric splitting over his curiously swollen bottom. He looked over his shoulder and saw with horror that he now had the curvy hips and ass of a woman. Through the split in his jeans David could see the satin fabric of a pair of purple panties covering his new, rounded female ass. Though horrified, the sight nonetheless was arousing. His honey had not stopped flowing, and a thin, faint line of pussy juice now decorated the gusset of David's panties. Behind the gusset of his new panties, David felt yet another pleasurable throb, the foreign female pleasure causing his heart to race in fear. He was changing! It wasn't stopping with his pussy! He whimpered in horror as he realized he might soon have breasts! He turned and continued down the path, even faster than before. Branches whipped around him, scratching his skin, which was now hairless and soft. A thin layer of fat developed under it, adding to the developing curviness of his body. He scratched at his chest, and his nipples started to ache. Underneath his jeans, beneath the smooth satin fabric covering his new mound, his bush shriveled, became chestnut brown, and rearranged itself into a sparse, soft triangle above his slick folds. His jeans were starting to grow tight again, but this time not over his ass, but over his thighs. His nipples ached and throbbed, and he scratched them again, causing the areolas to lighten, pinken, and double in size. He stopped again as the pressure in his thighs grew too strong to ignore. Another ripping sound echoed through the woods. David looked down and saw soft, creamy white flesh through the ripped seams of his legs. Sobbing he looked back up, unaware that his nipples now tented his t-shirt, the thick hard points telegraphing his developing body's intentions. The throbbing between his legs became stronger and more frequent, and the wet achiness was growing almost painful. He practically dove down the path now. Another pain lanced through his body, and he pressed his hand to his belly. Beneath it, he could feel soft, swelling flesh. He pulled up the bottom of his t-shirt and gazed at white, soft belly as it developed a slight roundness as his developing uterus pushed it out. He dropped it and cried out, the cry ending in mid-gasp as his waist suddenly contracted. Within him, his cream-soaked canal connected to his new womb, and with a cry, he became fertile. He stumbled and his foot landed hard, sending a shock through his changin body. The coarse fabric of his t-shirt lanced across his aching, pink nipples. He gasped as his new pussy spasmed, and stopped in shock. His pussy slowly unclenched, and he could feel a warm liquid sensation in his crotch as cream slid out, adding to the moisture on his gusset. "Oh god," he thought as he registered the slipperiness between his legs for the first time... "I'm actually becoming wet!" The line of cream on David's panties was no longer a line, it was now a growing oval. David staggered down the path, trying to keep his balance and ignore the growing changes to his body, but his creamy thick thighs and wide hips made it impossible, even if he could ignore the quivering, slippery vulva between his legs. His now-ill fitting, torn jeans slipped down his waist and lodged on his hips, showing the top of David's purple satin panties, as if it weren't obvious from the panty- clad ass clearly visible through the torn seat. His pussy continued to throb, his inner walls rippling with female pleasure! As he ran, David started to feel a wobble in his chest. He pulled the collar of his t-shirt away and looked inside, and immediately wished he hadn't. David watched as the thick, cherry-tipped disks on his chest suddenly swelled and distended outwards. David felt one of them and below his now female nipple he felt a hard lump. The hard lump throbbed tenderly again and doubled in size, the expanding girlflesh pushing the nipple into his hand. The sensation caused David's vagina to flex again, and he cried as he felt more cream slide out, making him even more wet. He reached the fallen log, and was afflicted with a perverse sense of deja vu as he lifted a trembling, female thigh to climb over it. David's panties clung tight to his mound as he spread his legs, and he could feel the terrifying sensation of his pussy lips parting fully, exposing his wet, twitching, receptive vagina. The wet oval on his gusset had doubled in size now, his soaked vulva soft and completely penetrable! His nymphomania was raging now, and if Susan were there she could have explained to him that it could only end in one way - with an orgasm. It would come whether or not he wanted it! The hard lumps on his chest were growing quickly now, already the mounds on his chest were the size of plums. The throbbed tenderly and he moaned as they pulsed again, pushing against his t-shirt. He leaned on a tree as he stared down the path. He wasn't far now, but the unbelievably erotic sensations emanating from his chest prevented him from moving. He could feel his pussy twitching wildly, the wet folds quivering, as David's breasts swelled to their full size, the fabric of his t-shirt sliding over the girlflesh. David's heavy mammaries stretched his t-shirt almost to ripping, and the hem of his shirt was lifted over his belly, revealing the top of his panties peeking over his jeans. He hefted one of them, eyes bulging. The sensation of a heavy breast in his hand was not unfamiliar, but the feeling of having a soft, sensitive mammary lifted certainly was! Between his hips, his canal fully engorged and widened, filled with cream, now ready to accept a thick cock! His pussy spasmed hard, the wet passage contracting, waiting for a cock to drive deep into David's lubricated vagina so it could knead and stroke it into delivering its thick jism! The wet, aching feeling was becoming almost intolerable, and he had to force himself not to plunge his hand into his creaming passage! He ran down the path now, his breasts swaying and jiggling under his shirt. It was a horrible, completely alien sensation. Each time the fabric of the T rubbed against his nipples, David's vagina gave a reflexive throb, squeezing out more of his cream. He was almost there! His cunt felt swollen and soon the reflexive throb turned into a constant pulsing, his little pink bud starting to tingle. He didn't know how close he was to his first female orgasm. His nipples were hard little marbles, his breasts completely swollen in arousal, his cream rubbing all over his panties. He could feel itching in his scalp, and a tightness in his face. He panted as he ran, a small pink tongue licking swelling lips. The gusset between his legs was pregnant with his juices. Almost unaware of where he was stepping, he tripped on a root and sprawled onto his face. The incline of the slope caused him to cruelly slide a couple of feet over the rough forest floor. The painful sensation of the ground abrading over David's breasts through the t- shirt was all the extra stimulus that his body needed. "Ugh...ugh...NnNnnnng," he moaned, his voice raising in pitch. He lay there, desperately trying to control himself as chestnut locks slithered over his tear-streaked, scratched face, but it was useless. His labia started to quiver, a wave of wet heat spreading over his body. "Uh...uhhhh..." he moaned, his vagina tensing, his clit tingling madly! "AAAAAAAHHH!" David screamed with a woman's voice as his body released! His face scrunched as he felt his vagina suddenly relax, then start thumping, flexing and pulsing, his pussy juices flowing freely, flooding his panties, as between his hips his canal squeezed and throbbed, seeking a male shaft to stroke and bathe in David's cream! His nose sharpened and chin smoothed, and as he shuddered in time to the wet pulsing of his vulva, his face lost its angles and became round and smooth. David's slippery walls clutched spasmodically, then slowly the thumping and flexing died down. When he lifted his face again, all trace of David was gone. It was the face of a woman, a tear-streaked, frightened face that peered miserably through a curtain of chestnut hair. *** THE MOTEL *** David didn't know how long he lay there, but eventually he got up. His abraded breasts, visible through a rip in his shirt, stung. His jeans had been pulled down by his fall, exposing his purple satin panties, which were completely wet now. He could smell himself, the smell of a woman in heat. He had flooded his panties with his cream, and it was flowing down his thighs. He felt completely disjointed, and tears started to flow down his face. My god... he thought, feeling his pussy twitching slightly, my god! What happened to him! What the fuck! He felt sick, and doubled over, throwing up. He leaned against a tree, the world spinning, his female body shaking. After a while he calmed down enough to try and resume his search for Susan. He tried pulling up his jeans, but they were completely ruined. The seat had been torn out by widening female hips and a swollen, jiggling ass, and a long, nasty rip up one leg meant it wouldn't even stay on his wide hips. He wrapped the remains around his waist, forming a makeshift skirt, and walked down the darkening path. His panty-clad behind sometimes emerging below the back, while in the front an alluring pantied female mound could be seen peeking underneath the skirt. He stepped out of the woods. The sun had set below the line of mountains, and the first stars were coming out. He was thankful that there was no one around to see him as he scurried over to the blue VW Rabbit. There was no trace of his car, and no trace of Susan. She had no doubt left in his car. He tried the door of the Rabbit. Locked! He desperately cast around, hoping, she had not taken the keys. He wanted to get in before anyone saw him. His shiny purple panties were all too obvious below his makeshift skirt, and his t-shirt had been ripped open by the fall, one of his breasts hanging out, the pink teat erect in the cool night air. On impulse, David checked the pockets of the jeans, unwrapping his curvy hips. His wallet was gone! But he had keys - not his keys, they must belong to Susan. Like his, the keyring barely held anything. A car key, and something else that might have been a locker key. He unlocked the Rabbit and got in. As he sat down he became acutely aware of the wetness of his crotch. He glanced around and saw that she, like him, had piled everything she owned in the back. It was even less than what he had. A canvas bag, a tattered suitcase, and little else. Junk food wrappers and empty cups of coffee littered the floor. He checked the canvas bag. He found two empty water bottles, but no sign of the strange black-and-gold cock ring. He had to find Susan, and was immediately faced with an difficult decision. Had she gone forward, or turned back? She already had a couple of hours on him. As he sat there pondering, he felt his pussy twitch again. He instantly made up his mind and turned around, going back. It was a long shot, but maybe Susan figured she could lose him that way. He rolled open a window to help clear out the odor of soaked pussy, and hit the gas. He tried his best to ignore his body, but it was impossible. The smell of his pussy, while attenuated, still permeated the car. Every bump in the road caused his heavy breasts to wobble and sway on his chest, and the cold air from the open window kept the nipple on his exposed breast crinkly and erect. David felt like he was living in a nightmare. He didn't even think, his eyes frantically searched the road for any sign of his car. Hours later he realized he was never going to find her this way. He had almost burnt out the motor of the VW going as fast as he could, but never caught up to her, and soon rolled into a town from which Susan could have taken any number of roads out. Completely exhausted, David found a motel and parked. He slumped over the steering wheel and wept, the shock and exhaustion starting to catch up with him. After a couple of minutes he recovered his grip, and wiped the tears from his eyes. Grateful for the semi-darkness that cloaked the car, David unbuckled his seat belt and reached around into the back, a risky move - anyone looking into the car at that point would have seen the rounded ass of a young woman covered by a set of satin purple panties. David groped for the suitcase, his breasts swaying below him on his chest. He didn't know how women put up with them. They were always getting in the way, either bumping against things or getting in the way of his hands. Worse, even simple contact caused his pussy to twitch. A tenseness has been building up in him over the last two hours, and the last thing he wanted was to have it released. He quickly found a purse, which he took to examine later. He pawed through the suitcase, squinting to see anything in the darkness. He found a pair of women's jeans, which he gratefully grabbed, and an orange tank top. David flopped back into the driver's seat. He started to pull down his purple satin panties, but paused, staring at them. They stretched tight over his pale hips, and the stained gusset outlined the soft mound it contained, cradled between thick creamy thighs. The sight made David's heart race! His body may be female but his mind was still definitely male. His pussy twitched as he was aroused, and once again, moisture started to seep into the depths of his canal. Though he didn't know it, his nymphomania had once again been triggered and was slowly building up to its inevitable conclusion! David pulled down his damp panties, grimacing as the gusset stuck lightly to his sticky, soft mound. The odor of stale pussy filled the air as he raised both soft thighs and drew the panties off his legs. David threw his panties into the back in disgust. He pulled off his ripped shirt as well, and threw that into the back. David realized with a shock that he was completely naked, and with a hurry pulled the orange tank top over his upper body. The sensation of the fabric sliding over his nipples made him gasp, and they immediately erected. His breasts swelled subtly, inviting hands to grasp and tease them. David's nether lips twitched, and below the sparse inverted triangle of his bush, his female cream started to slide down his canal, slowly approaching his opening. Unaware still of his body's sexual preparations, beyond a certain tenseness, David realized he didn't have any underwear. He thought briefly of digging in the back for something, but dismissed it just as quickly. No way was he wearing panties again! He resolved as soon as possible to pick up a pack of boxers, and some real clothes. He pulled up the jeans and grunted slightly as he buttoned them, they were pretty tight! His gazed in dismay at the flat surface of his groin, and felt twitching in his hips. Soon, he thought. Soon he would set this to right! He grabbed the purse and quickly checked it. Good, there was some cash there. Not much, but enough. He'd check out the rest later. He opened the door, stepped out, and walked to the front desk. As he walked across the lobby, he became shockingly aware as to why women always wore panties when they wore pants. The rough inner seam of his jeans was rubbing against David's sensitive inner lips. Already slightly engorged by his rising nymphomania, the rubbing caused a series of twitches to ripple through David's groin. He bit his lip and refrained from making a sound, and minced to the front desk. Behind the fabric of his jeans, David's labia engorged fully and his clit pushed out from underneath its hood. David's nether lips split slightly, and a glint of moisture appeared. His cream now covered his inner walls, his canal fully lubricated. David stopped as he felt moistness creep into his new slit. He became aware that he was feeling something, something that his frightened mind could only identify as pleasurable. The sensation was very strange, very alien - the feeling of a wet, gnawing emptiness in his hips. David was aghast - how could he possible be aroused at a time like this? Steeling himself, he approached the counter. The clerk, a young man clearly just out of adolescence, perked up immediately as he watched the sexy chestnut-haired woman approach the desk. Her face was flushed and her erect nipples showed clearly through her orange tank top. "Can I help you?" he asked, adding mentally, (get fucked). He hoped she wouldn't see his boner. "I just need a room for the night," David replied. He nearly jumped as he heard his voice, a woman's voice, come from his mouth. Nervously David licked his swollen pink lips with his tongue, unaware of the effect this was having on the horny young clerk. They went through the formalities. David started fidgeting. His vagina wouldn't stop twitching, like it was ticklish. Like a living thing, alternatively tightened and relaxed. David was acutely aware of his breasts, they felt turgid and swollen, the pink nipples hardening painfully. The young clerk turned around to get the room key from the board and when he turned back, David could see the bulge in his pants. His pussy immediately clenched! He accepted the key with a stammered 'thank you' as he felt his vagina relax and pulse slightly. Cream was now oozing from his slit and onto the inside of his jeans. He turned around and walked back outside, acutely aware of the slippery mound between his thighs! He hurried down to his room. He didn't know what was going on, only that he had to get somewhere private, somewhere safe, and quick! His vagina, spurred on by the rubbing seam, was now throbbing, and more and more cream was trickling from his wet hole. Unabsorbed by the dense fabric of the jeans, it started to trickle down a creamy thigh. He opened the door, dashed inside the room, and slammed it shut. David's pussy throbbed and ached, and his hands fumbled at the button of his jeans, struggling to undo them, but the tight jeans resisted. His swollen little clit was starting to tingle. It wasn't fair! Why was this happeneing to him! Women weren't like this, were they? No way were they this horny all the time! He finally managed to undo his jeans and pull them down, the sight of his pussy, lips open and shining with moisture, cream emerging from between them, a thin thread of it connecting to the inseam of his jeans, did him in. "a...a....AAAA!!!" he wailed as his pussy spasmed hard, a tiny gout of cream spurting out, his breasts aching with need, his canal thumping and flexing. He panted as the thumping in his crotch gradually subsided, and tears started flowing down his face. How long he cried he didn't know. At the end of it, he wrapped a towel around his curvy lower half and went out to fetch the suitcase from the car. He threw it on the floor, and, overwhelmed by fatigue, decided to check it out tomorrow. He moved on over to the bed, and overwhelmed, collapsed onto it and promptly fell asleep, still wearing the towel and his tank top, his breasts flattened beneath him. *** WHAT TOMORROW BRINGS *** David's sleep was filled with nightmares. A mocking female face, Susan's face, kept appearing, and there was frequently a cutting, tearing sensation and the feeling of heat on his cock. As his sleep slowly faded into wakefulness, he became aware of a smell, a female smell... the smell of an aroused pussy. It smelled good, and he kept manipulating it, his fingers stroking the clit of the mystery woman, spreading her wet nether lips, and dipping into the opening to stroke it and spread the cream around. At the same time, he could feel a warm, liquid sensation, like she was sucking or licking his cock. Then came an alien feeling of penetration, and David's eyes flew open. During the night his towel had come off his curvy lower half, and one pale, slender hand was buried between two creamy, thick thighs, which rubbed together, spreading wetness from his engorged pussy onto them. The sight was completely erotic, and landed like a hammerfall on his mind, his nymphomania overriding his horror. "Uh! Oh! AA!" He panted, and his thighs clamped together as he writhed on the bed, his cream flooding onto his prisoned hand as his pussy flexed and throbbed. As the throbbing died down, tears stung David's eyes. Any hope that yesterday had just been a nightware were dashed completely. A hand, sticky with female cum, rose and rubbed the tears from his eyes. The smell of pussy was heavy in the air. Oh god, he needed a shower. He swung his thick, creamy thighs off the bed. As his wide hips shifted across the sheets, they left behind a trail of cream. He sighed and pulled the orange tank over his head, the action lifting his heavy breasts and then causing them to fall, jiggling. The cool morning air nipped at his breasts, causing David's nipples to erect. He got up and his breath caught as he saw Susan out of the corner of his eye! David jumped up and whirled to face her, his breasts jiggling wildly as he did. The tremors in his chest died down and stared, crestfallen, at the mirror. He approached it, embarrasingly aware of the stickiness of his crotch, and stared at the reflection. A woman's tired face stared back at him, tear-streaks cleary visible on the face that was still dirty and scratched from his tumble yesterday. Her hair was a mess, and the rest of her body was no better, dirty in places with scratches marring the smooth creaminess of her skin. He had first thought that he had switched bodies with Susan, but as he looked at himself carefully in the mirror, he realized that the woman in the mirror, while it could be Susan's sister, was a stranger. It was as if some of David's characteristics had been imprinted on Susan, resulting in a woman who could have been related to either of them. He leaned over to examine the face more closely, and felt the tug on his chest from his new breasts. He straightened up and looked at them. One breast in particular caught the brunt of his fall yesterday, and had a scrape besides one plump, erect nipple. He stroked the other one, and felt a tightening in his new slit. He looked at his groin in the mirror. Susan's sparse bush did nothing to conceal the slit underneath. Her crotch and the insides of her thighs were a mess, completely sticky with a mixture of dried and wet pussy juice. Despite the rough appearance, David's body was nonetheless sexy as hell. While no one would ever call his body thin, it wasn't fat either, and his shape was voluptuous, with thick, feminine thighs, wide hips and heavy breasts. The sight aroused his male brain, and his wet pussy reflexively clenched. He watched the reflection as a slender hand reached up and cupped one of the heavy breasts, lifting and supporting it, and was suddenly aware of the alien sensation of his own breast being lifted and supported. The hand dropped the breast, causing tremors to to ripple across it, and David felt the breast on his chest jiggle, the nipple erecting even further. He felt his nether lips twitch again, and turned away. No way was he going to be subjected to that again! First things first. He got into the shower, and immediately gasped as the hot water burned his sensitive skin. He turned the hot water way down, more than he was used to, and got to the business of cleaning his female body. It wasn't easy. David thought that perhaps it was a good thing that he had just come, for soaping down his curvy body was extemely erotic. His pussy twitched constantly as he soaped up his heavy breasts, and when he washed the insides of his creamy, thick thighs. His breasts swayed and jiggled underneath him, constantly getting in the way as did his wide hips. He could not believe how much fuller and rounder his ass was now. The suds dripped off the swollen spheres, trickling down the crack of his ass onto his mound, and dripped off his sensitive labia. He got out of the shower and dried himself off, which was another adventure. As he did, he became aware of another need of nature, and looked trepidately at the toilet. He wasn't even sure he knew how! But he knew enough to know that women sat to pee. He planted his wide hips on the bowl and spread his legs, feeling his nether lips parting, and experimented with relaxing the muscles in his pelvis. It didn't take long for the pee to start flowing. Like everything else with this alien body, it was a strange, distressing feeling. It didn't come out in a tight stream, but a messy flood. A piece of trivia rose up from dim memory, and he wiped front to back, his pussy twitching as it was rubbed. He got up and faced the mirror. One more thing. It was something he had done every day, every year since he entered adolescence, and he'd be damned if he stopped now just because he didn't need to anymore. He cast about the room and located the complimentary razor and shaving cream. He poured some shaving cream into a white, slender hand and rubbed it onto his smooth, soft cheeks, round chin and above and below his plump, pink lips. He drew the blade across his freckled face, the razor removing nothing except for his natural female down. He rinsed his face and peered into the mirror. Blood welled from a minor cut, but that didn't matter. David felt like he had accomplished something, regained a portion of his male dignity. He wrapped a towel around his curvy body and left the bathroom. With one swift motion he upended the contents of the suitcase onto the bed. Tank tops, jeans, skirts, shorts, a bra, a summer dress and lots of panties fluttered down. It was time to figure out what he was dealing with. He sorted through the pile, but it was mostly clothes. He found a small zip bag, and upended that too. A woman's razor, shaving gel, shampoo, soap, a pair of nail clippers, toothpaste and toothbrush tumbled out as well as a small flat case. He opened it and saw a couple of tampons inside. His face blanched and he quickly shut it. God he needed to find Susan quick! The purse yielded more clues. A driver's license. He looked at the face in surprise - the blond, blue-eyed woman there bore no resemblence to Susan. Lipstick. A wallet which held a paltry sum of money and a single credit card, but little else. No sign of the black and gold cock ring that David was sure allowed her to steal his body. David had never known a girl who travelled so light, and he suspected Susan knew she was embarking on a one-way trip, and had deliberately left nothing behind that could be used to trace her. The name on the driver's license was SUSAN MILLER, as it was on the credit card. It was pretty generic, and David wondered if the name was fake. David picked up the phone and called the credit card company, and found out that the credit card was nearly maxed out, with only about 100$ left on it. He tried to get further, but was stonewalled by his inability to answer any of the questions the operator asked about Susan's personal information. In disgust, he rang off. The rising sun promised the day would be a scorcher, and David knew he needed to be off soon. He turned to the pile on the bed. He grimaced in annoyance but realized that if he didn't want a repeat of yesterday's lustful fugue, he had better make sure his soft mound was protected. His pussy twitched again at the memory, and he grimaced again. If he were still a man, then he could see how annoying this condition would be. Climaxing nearly at random, at least once a day if not more, would be a hard, if pleasurable, thing to deal with. But David was a man in a newly formed woman's body, and the nymphomania forced him to experience sensations that were as alien as they were pleasurable. He had cum three times now, and each time was just as weird, just as horrifying, just as disjointing as the first. His brain, wired for male impulses, could not get used to the feeling of soft, heavy breasts, swaying, wide hips, or worse of all, a hungry wet pair of nether lips and pulsing, wet vagina. It couldn't get used to feeling of a vagina engorging inside his hips, instead of a cock growing hard, or seeping cream instead of spurting jism. It just couldn't, and the thought as spending the rest of his life as a woman was horrifying enough without the thought of having a female orgasm once, twice or even three times a day. He pulled off his towel and picked out a pair of white cotton panties with small flowers on it. David tugged it up his creamy legs and over his wide hips. The panties clung tighly to his crotch, showing the smooth, curving surface of David's feminine mound. He picked out a sleeveless button-up shirt that promised to be cool. He looked at the sole bra in the pile, and weighed the potential support of the bra against the emasculating notion of wearing it, and shook his head. He'd deal, somehow. He was grateful for the button-up shirt, though he had to pull a little bit to button it up, his heavy breasts resisted being contained. At least it wasn't rubbing! He then picked out a pair of khaki shorts, and drew them up. Like the jeans, they were a bit tight and highlighted his curvy, swollen ass. He finished it off with a pair of scuffed runners. Good enough, he thought. He threw everything back into the suitcase and left the motel, emerging into the heat of what promised to be a scorcher of a day. *** THE LAKE SWIM *** David drove at random, his windows wide open, his shoulder-length chestnut hair flowing in the wind. He had only stopped once, to buy some fruit and water, which served as breakfast. He winced as he remembered it. He had felt very exposed stepping out of the car into the light of a brand new day. Everything from the slight jiggle in his chest to the sway of his hips reminded him that he was an imposter, a man wearing a woman's suit. He winced at every glace a woman gave him, and positively flinched whenever a man did. He bought the food quickly and left, clutching the bag to his chest. Eating had likewise been a sobering experience. His mouth felt smaller, and he found himself frequently licking his plump, pink lips to catch the juices from his overlarge bites. A couple of drops escaped and landed on his cleavage, the breasts wobbling and jiggling as he cleaned them. Now David's heavy breasts rose and fell with his breath, occasionally interrupting his thoughts by swaying or jiggling with the motion of the car. It was brutally hot, and sweat beaded and trickled down his creamy skin, sliding into the valley between his mounds, and down the small of his back into the crack of his swollen ass. David's little pink tongue occasionally emerged to lick sweat off his swollen lips. David's thoughts were chaotic and fractured. He didn't know what to do. His money was going to run out soon, and then he'd be completely stuck. He turned various options and scenarios through his head, his cute face occasionally scrunching in thought. But they all boiled down to same thing: he needed to regroup. Find a place to hole up, get a job to accumulate some money, and start searching for Susan, starting with the internet. But that would mean spending days, perhaps even weeks, in his female body, which was horrifying to him. He couldn't face it yet. So he drove aimlessly. He felt depressed and flustered, completely stressed out. Part of that was the terrible circumstances, of course. But part of it, unknown to him, but the foreign desire slowly building up in him. It wouldn't be long now before his body betrayed him to a shuddering, throbbing orgasm. Susan would have recognized the warning signs, would have found a private spot to endure the oncoming tide of pleasure or maybe even coax it on, but David's male brain, almost completely divorced from the subtleties of his female body, was oblivious to them. It didn't recognize the faint flush of his skin, the slow but constant twitching of his birth canal, or the slight swelling of his plump, kissable mouth. He rounded a curve in the road and a refreshing expanse of silver presented itself. The lake was a large one, and looked extremely inviting. He pondered for a little while, then made up his mind. He pulled off the road and rode along a small, unmarked dirt road. The bumpy ride caused his breasts to jump and sway about, and completely masked the resulting twitching in his pussy. Below David's white cotton panties, labia started to swell, just a tiny bit. The hood of his David's clit pulled up, just a tiny bit, revealing a hint of the perfectly smooth bud underneath. In the back of David's canal, a slight sheen of moisture started to coat his inner walls, beading into the first drops of cream. David parked the car at the lake's edge and cast about in the back, pawing through the panties, skirts and other feminine clothes, eventually grasping a bikini bottom and top. He looked ruefully at the bikini top, but it really was hot, and he didn't want to wear a shirt into the water. He stepped out of the car and looked around. Good, nobody nearby. He yanked the khakis down over his thick thighs and the panties soon followed. He pulled up the bikini bottom. It adhered pefectly to David's smooth feminine crotch. The erotic sight made his pussy twitch again, and unknown to him, the moisture inside of him doubled... and cream started to collect in the back of his canal. David unbuttoned his shirt, and his heavy breasts swung free, the nipples erecting on top of the creamy mounds. David thought it must be the mildly cool lake wind causing it, but in truth, his breasts were swelling and growing turgid, his nymphomania still only mild, but quickly growing. He struggled a bit with the bikini top, eventually tying it in front and rotating it around, and then pulling it up underneath his bustline. David's breasts were pulled up and their soft weight strained against the fabric of the top as he pulled up the strings and tied them behind his neck. The cool feeling of the lycra against his hot nipples caused David's pussy to twitch again. Still unknown to him, the cream in the back of his canal started to flow down towards his pussy lips. David started to run towards to lake, but his jumping breasts made him bite his lip in annoyance, and he changed his run to a walk. It seemed even simple pleasures were being denied him! As he walked, his hips swayed back and forth, while between his creamy thighs, the first real signs of his nymphomania made itself known. David's flowing cream had now completely coated the inside of his canal and was now building up behind his pussy lips, which in turn were slowly relaxing, ready to release the lubricant! Already a tiny spot stained David's curving mound. Just one more minute, and David would become shockingly aware of his unexpected wetness when his cream would coat his sensitive pussy lips. The shock of the cold water slammed the brakes on his rising nymphomania. David's pussy clenched shut, denying egress to his cream that had just reached them, his canal now fully lubricated. His nymphomania didn't recede, but bided its time, his nipples still fully erect on turgid breasts, although erect for different reasons now. David cavorted in the waves, swimming to and fro, enjoying the first real pleasure he had experienced since the nightmare started. He spent a good half hour just relaxing, swimming about and letting the lake waters swirl around his soft, feminine body. Beneath the lycra covering his soft mound, his pussy twitched slightly, still clenched, still holding back David's cream. His nymphomania would not be denied. He turned onto his back and floated for a bit, staring up at white thunderheads forming in the sky. His breasts bobbed on his chest, the swollen pink nipples spearing at the sky on top of creamy hemispheres of soft girlflesh. His breasts... "SHIT!" David exclaimed! His top was gone!! Shit!! He knew he should have used tighter knots. He looked around wildly but couldn't see it, and cursed his stupidity. He felt absurdly vulnerable all of a sudden. He pumped his thick thighs and started heading back to shore. That's when he got his second surprise, the lake current had caused him to drift quite a ways down the shore. He paddled back to shore, the water flowing over his curves and his swollen breasts. He emerged from the lake and headed back up the beach, one arm girlishly covering his jiggling breasts. It wasn't long though before he heard muted voices ahead. Shit! He quickly darted behind a large piece of driftwood, his mammaries quivering, his hips swaying seductively. He peeked from behind it and saw a couple nearby, speaking to each other as they packed up, peering up at the thunderheads. Now that he was out of the water, David's pussy started to slowly relax, and his labia parted, his cream slipping out! Susan would have immediately recognized the confusing sensation that David had yet to acknowledge, a feeling of a swollen tube stretching from his crotch to his womb. David's birth canal was engorged with blood and had opened, the walls slippery with cream, ready to accept a swollen male penis within it, and coax forth its spurting jism! David decided to wait for the couple to leave. It couldn't be long now. He leaned against the driftwood, and his mind started to drift. His female body had other ideas though. Its sexual preparations done, it now wanted a man to thrust inside of it, to spread the slippery walls of its vagina and fill it to overflowing with semen. It wanted the thick pink nubs on his creamy breasts to be sucked and licked. It wanted to be penetrated and inseminated! David's vagina throbbed, hard, and David gasped. His eyes widened in consternation as his vagina flexed hard again, squeezing out more cream. Oh no! Oh no, not again! Please no! He thought, as he plunged his hands into the bikini. His questing fingers found a soft mound slippery with girl cum, and one finger inadvertently spread his wet pussy lips and slid into his wet canal. The feeling of penetration was intense, and his eyes rolled back into his head as the walls of his vagina grabbed greedily at his finger. David moaned lustfully, sounding like a bitch in heat. He pulled his hand back out of his bikini and stared at the wet fingers, trembling. Below, his vagina throbbed again, and more cream slid out, overwhelming the bikini. A pregnant, pearly drop gathered at the lowest part of his trembling mound, forming slowly on the surface of the lycra, ready to fall. More juices gathered and it fell with a plip! sound onto the sand. He pressed his hand against his mound, desperately trying to stop it from pulsing, to no avail. David's nether lips reacted to the pressure by opening even further, exposing his open, creaming tunnel. His bud pushed against the lycra, throbbing, sending jolts of pleasure through his shaking pelvis, causing David's vagina to pulse even more. David peered around the driftwood. Surely that couple had moved on by now! The girl was on her knees, her summer dress pulled down underneath two small, apple-sized breasts, their nipples clearly erect. She was moaning as her mouth engulfed the man's throbbing, rock hard cock. He looked like he had trouble standing, his eyes were shut and his jaw clenched as the girl licked his purplish head like a lollipop. The sight penetrated David like a knife, and his pussy clenched so hard his cream squirted out from between his folds. He trembled, watching the unfolding scene before him, David's heavy, pregnant breasts swaying freely below him, their wide, pink areolas surrounding painfully hard nipples. The cock left the girl's mouth with an audible pop, and she smiled, turning around to present her ass to the man, her breasts wobbling as they hung below her. She pulled her dress up over her hips, and David could clearly see the woman's red bikini had a dark oval of pussy juice staining it. His heart was racing madly, and his hand was no longer pressing against his crotch. Unconsciously it started to gently rub David's wet mound, each stroke causing his labia to flare and his pussy to throb sensually. The girl moved her hand between her legs, and gently moved the gusset of her bikini aside, exposing her mound. Her labia were thinner than David's but thrust out more from her mound, and could see that they were covered with moisture. They parted slightly, and David saw the glint of a wet vagina. He felt a sudden kinship with her, as his own vagina throbbed and pulsed wetly between his legs. The man wasted no time, moving forward and rubbing the swollen head of his penis up and down the girl's mound, spreading the labia and causing her face to scrunch up. She moaned loudly, a sound audible to David, and the girl's pussy twitched fiercely, causing cream to slide out and coat the head of the man's cock. David was still completely unaware of what his hand was doing, his entire focus was on the unfolding drama before him. It had stopped rubbing David's vagina, and was now tugging on the edge of his bikini gusset, the slippery fingers fumbling. It finally pulled it off to the side, revealing David's wet labia and swollen nub. The labia wasted no time in parting, and more cream seeped out, collecting on the edges of David's nether lips, and dripping onto the sand. Three fingers then pressed together, the thumb and little finger folding into the palm, forming a makeshift cock! "Do me, Roger!" the girl cried out suddenly. "Do me! I want to feel you inside -- UGH!" The shout turned into a cry of pure pleasure as the man mounted her, sliding the length of his cock into her waiting pussy, the hard, velvet length spreading her lips wide, the head traveling along her creamy canal, fulfilling her body's carnal desire! Her vagina grabbed at the invader, then started to stroke it, coaxing it to release its seed. "Did you hear that baby?" the man grunted as he withdrew and slammed his cock back in her. "Hear... UGH! What.. OH! ..honey?" she moaned, the pleasure in her mound overwhelming her, the engorged canal filled to bursting with cock. "The echo!" he replied, but little did he realize that it wasn't an echo. As he had speared the female mound of his girlfriend, David's hand had also thrust hard. The soft, wet nature of David's pussy did little to defend him from the sudden onslaught as his fingers violently parted his dripping pussy lips and wedged themselves deeply into his vagina. "UGH!" David cried out in tandem with the girl, his eyes bulging at the unexpected violation! His curvy legs snapped shut on his invading hand, prisoning it between creamy thighs and his pussy spasmed, soaking the fingers in cream. He quickly ducked back around the driftwood, leaning against it as he tried to pull out his hand, but it wouldn't budge, trapped between his shaking, quivering thighs! He grabbed the wrist with his other hand, and the thighs grabbed harder, David's pussy grabbing and stroking, bathing the hand in with his cream. Behind his back he could hear the couple groaning and crying out in the depths of their lust. "Oh...Oh...Oh!" the girl cried, her hips thrashing as her insides were stroked by the powerful male invader. "Ugh... oh, I'm going to come baby! I'm going to come in your cunny!" The man grunted. "OH YES! DO IT!" She cried. David could feel a tidal wave building inside him matching that of the girl's, his vagina throbbing non-stop, his wet lips spread wide. His hip shook back and forth rapidly, his heavy breasts twitching and quivering on his chest. He desperately tried to quash the feelings, but his treacherous hand made things worse by wiggling his fingers, digging into the sides of his canal, rubbing and stroking his g-spot, sending spasms of pleasure through his thrashing hips! "AI! AI! AIIIEEEEE!" David heard the girl cry as her canal was filled to flooding with semen! The sound pushed David over the edge, and his own vagina clamped down hard on his hand as his bud tingled madly! He thrust his free hand into his mouth and his cute face scrunched up in pleasure even as he bit down hard to stop himself from screaming! "AH! AH! AH!" the girl continued, her pussy thumping and flexing, coaxing every last bit of sperm from the man's rod as David's own pussy released, starting its own thumping and flexing, causing his cream to ooze around his hand and onto his thick, trembling thighs! David recovered first, his pussy's thumping slowly dying down, and his thighs separated, allowing him to pull out his hand. He grimaced at the feeling of his hand sliding out from his vagina, followed by a small wave of female juices that gushed out onto the sand. He tugged the bikini back over his sated mound and turned to look at the couple. The girl was still mounted, the man clutching her sides, one hand tracing an erect nipple, his softening cock still inside her wet, gently clutching vagina. With a groan he withdrew, and David saw the girl's labia quiver, male jism escaping the pink folds. He couldn't help trying to imagine what it would be like to cradle a man's warm load inside his moist pussy, and moaned softly at the pleasurable throb the thought produced. David watched as the girl tugged her own gusset over her jism-filled mound, and stood up on unsteady legs. She and the man embraced and shared a passionate kiss, her breasts flattening against his muscular chest, and David felt his own breasts swell at the sight, his wet pussy twitching slightly. The girl pulled up her summer dress, and then she and the man collected their things and left. David waited patiently and heard the roar of a car, and the sound of it gradually receded before he stepped out from behind the driftwood and continued his trek up the beach, acutely aware of the slippery, sliding feeling between his creamy thighs. Overhead, the thunderheads finally unleashed their cargo, and heavy rain started to fall. It seemed like a final indignity to David, and rage overcame him. It wasn't fair! It just wasn't fair! Damn Susan to hell! Damn this damned nymphomania to hell! Damn this soft curvy body! Damn, damn,, damn, DAMN! DAMN IT ALL TO HELL! He screamed expletives at the sky and kicked sand about, causing the heavy mounds on his chest to bounce and sway! He grabbed one and tried to pull it off, wanting desperately to be rid of it, but the soft girlflesh relayed intense pain. He dropped it, the poor thing interpreting the action as foreplay, the pink nipple becoming painfully erect as David's breast jiggled. Irrationally, he punched himself hard in his mound, causing a sharp pain to emanate from his vagina, the pussy lips twitching in protest! He howled as he tore at his body, punching, tearing, seeking to rid himself of the ever-present softness, the curvy, cream-colored flesh. He wanted to be rid of the total alien feeling of being a man clad in a woman's flesh! But it was his soft, curvy flesh, his smooth softness, and his actions were for nothing. He sank to his knees on the sand and curled into a fetal position as the rain thundered down on him. It was a bruised, scratched and thoroughly exhausted woman who returned to the car. David slipped into the driver's seat, and watched the rain come down on the windshield as his wet hair dripped a stream of water onto his chest, which flowed down between his scratched, heavy mounds, over his soft, bruised, curving belly and between his creamy thighs. It flowed over the bikini covering his poor bruised pussy, and onto the seat below. Eventually he cast around in back for a towel, and angrily dried off his body, his breasts stinging in protest at the rough treatment, but refused to touch hi