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The Woman Within: Becky's Story - Part 2 free porn video
The Woman Within - Becky's Story 2
"Damn, I hate this job at times!" I said to myself as I sat at my desk
behind my computer.
"Something wrong Rob?" asked Mike, my supervisor.
"No, just this paper work to file. Never seems to end." I said
"Just one of those things. These jobs do happen."
I watched him walk away. I was mentally undressing him, imagining how big
his cock was, how it would feel inside me. If he knew how I was feeling
at this moment, he'd be wanting my head. Mike was not only straight, but
he didn't like gays one bit.
He'd definitely change his mind if he saw me later in the day. Then, I
wasn't boring Robert, I was my true self, the lustful curvaceous Becky.
Not a crossdresser, but a bonefide woman with a sexual appetite that left
even the best studs lying in the street begging for breath.
I'm a werewoman, destined to be female at full moon. However, I could
become my female self at will, only to return to my male self the
following morning. For now, Robert, my male self, had his uses, he worked
and brought home the money. Money that had thus far gone towards buying
Becky her wardrobe. Finding support for my 34E babies isn't that easy.
I sat in the office at my computer doing all the things that accountants
do, and things they don't. It wasn't just Mike whose clothes I was
mentally taking off, but everyone that passed my cubicle. Men, women, it
didn't matter. My body was male, but Becky's lustful mind was inside it
and she was bisexual. Her control was weakened whilst as Robert. This
allowed me not to cross the line and try to rape any of my work
collegues. As soon as I reached home each day, I set her free, to become
what I now considered to be the real me. Then I would go spending the
nights looking for men and women to satisfy me. Women were longer
lasting, but they don't have cocks, something that I craved above all.
Don't ask me how many I have bitten, though it does equal the number I
have had sex with. It often wonders me how they cope when the moon next
becomes full. My bite allows them to see life as I see it now. The only
thing that differentiates between the male and female victims is that
women remain women, only their sexual appetite increases. I've never met
any of the people I've bitten again. It puzzles me why.
How I know the effects, is due to Susan, the werewoman who bit me. I
visited her often at night for wild passionate sex, especially at full
moon when I'm hornier than ever. However, I hadn't seen her in a while,
and this made me concerned.
* * *
It was one day when I (as Robert) was heading home from work when a young
blonde woman came up to me out of nowhere.
"You're Becky, aren't you?" she said.
"Excuse me, what are you talking about?" I asked her.
"Don't come that with me, I know who you are. Susan told me to find you."
"You know Susan, where is she?" I asked
"I cannot tell you that, not just yet." she replied.
"So, who are you?" I asked, keeping my voice low.
"My name is Andrea. Susan is my mother." she replied.
"So you're a..."
"Yes, though not like you. I'm all woman."
"So, whats up with Susan?"
"As I said, that must wait. We need to talk in private." said Andrea. "We
can talk at your place."
"Ok, if you say so." I said.
We arrived at my house and I decided to do my usual ritual of changing
into something more comfortable - body that is.
"If you're thinking of changing, not just yet." she said
"Surely you know we prefer our true bodies to these?" I said.
"Yes, but later. I see you're adding a woman's touch to the place." she
added.
"Yes, it needed it. So whats so important, wheres Susan?" I said.
"Ok, you want to know. Susan has been looking for the temple, the one
from the legend."
"You mean she's gone to South America?!" I said.
"Not yet, she has been away doing some research. She intends to go
eventually but wants you to go with us." said Andrea.
"Us?" I asked.
"I'm going too, I'm just as interested in our heritage as you are."
"But what about my job? I can't just leave at a moments notice!" I said
in a panic.
"Don't worry, she isn't going for a few months yet. She is making sure
that she misses nothing - it is a huge jungle out there and getting lost
or eaten is quite easy."
"So, why all the privacy?" I asked.
"Its strictly between us. No one has dared look for it, not even a
werewoman. Something has detered us for centuries but we are going to
find out what. Now I ask you, are you in?"
"I don't suppose I have a choice?" I said.
"Yes, but this a chance of a lifetime, to find our roots!" she said
excitedly.
"Ok, I'm in, but when is the journey?" I asked.
"No need to worry, no date is set. Susan will let us know when she is
ready. Any questions?"
"Why have I got to stay in this form for now?" I asked.
"Because, I want you to fuck me good and proper. I want a child of my
own. Surely you can understand that?"
"Ok, lets hope I can give you your child." I said and went over and
kissed her. Soon we were both naked and making love on the floor.
A few minutes in and I noticed that she was changing, her blonde hair was
getting longer and fuller, her breasts were swelling. I was feeling my
cock rise to attention, I started to enter her. All was going fine until
the moment before the climax.
"Oh, Becky! You're getting smaller." she gasped.
"What do you mean?" I said. I realised then that my voice was higher. I
looked down and noticed that she was refering to my cock. It was
shrinking back and withdrawing. I noticed as my nipples were getting
darker and swelling. I was becoming Becky.
"Oh shit! I didn't think this would happen." she said, as I completed the
change.
"What happened. Why did I just change?" I asked her.
"It seems reaching orgasm brings you out. I'll just have keep getting
fucked by normal men." she said with a sigh.
"Well, I'm still game to continue anyway." I said to her, kissing her.
She said nothing but merely returned the kiss. The sex resumed, lesbian
style.
* * *
We went on for a while. When we finished, we sat down and spoke.
"So, if thats the case, my only hopes of being a parent is to be a
mother." I said.
"I can understand why you prefer that body, your male one is useless."
she said.
"Except for work. I can only become myself here. Being a nympho does have
its downs but the ups are certainly good." I said. "Which form do you
prefer, not so curvy or hot and curvy?"
"I kinda like both, but this way, I'm hornier and the sex is better."
We were still naked and our pussies were still wet. Insatiable was an
understatement.
"If you want out your male life, there are ways to live as yourself full
time." she said, her fingers nearing my pussy once more.
"That would be perfect, ooh, yesss!" I said, those fingers of hers were
really close. "But in this form, I'm the super nympho, I want sex all the
time!"
"You can control the urge, even now if you want. It takes practice of
course but if you want to get rid of Robert?" she replied, her fingers
still navigating my pussy.
"I....can't.........do........it.....YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" I was helping her
fingers now and coming again.
"You want to learn how to control yourself, this is the only way. My
mother taught me control, she obviously didn't with you."
"You've been a werewoman all your life, I've been one for just a few
months...YEESSS!!!"
"I know. I was taught young. My mom taught me all the finer points of
fucking. If you're gonna be super horny at least once a month, you need
to learn to control your hunger." she said taking her hand away.
"You made love to your own mother?!" I said, coming round.
"Of course, its the only way to learn, unless you get taught by another."
she replied.
"So, will you teach me?" I asked her.
"If you want, of course it means plenty of fucking." she said.
"Sounds good. When do we start?" I asked.
"Right now, I'm wet down below and I want to be licked clean." she said
smiling.
"Do you want me to try and resist?" I asked her.
"Not at the moment, just the sight of you orgasming has put me in the
mood for more. Just come and fuck me senseless."
"As you wish."
* * *
"So, isn't it about time you went home?" I asked her. It was getting
late.
"I'm staying put. You need to learn control and fast if you want to see
the back of your useless male form. I'm not leaving until you do. Hope
your bed is big enough, I don't like sleeping alone!"
"You are one beautiful horny little slut." I told her.
"Why thank you, you're not bad yourself." she said, grinning
"So then, how long is this training going to take?"
"As long as it takes. I'm not fussed. Besides, you are a good lesson for
me - you are so fucking hot, even I'm having difficulty controlling
myself."
"So how old are you?" I asked.
"24. What about you?" she replied.
"Same, but if you're 24, how olds your mom?" I asked.
"42."
"She doesn't look a day over 30!"
"Surprised. We have a gift for looking young. Cosmeticians would kill to
know how we did it, but even I don't know how, I just know we do." she
said. "By the way, put something on, those puppies of yours are driving
me wild."
"It seems I've joined the right party. Youthful looks forever!"
"You're not immortal. You just remain youthful looking." Andrea said.
"So, you'll be a man again tomorrow, pity, you look a lot better now."
"Yeah, back to work. Do you work?"
"Shop assistant at a clothes store. Nice people, all look decent fucks."
she said casually.
"Fucked any of them yet?" I asked.
"Not yet, though I'm getting close. I presume you've fancied everyone at
your place?"
"Yes, I have, though not close yet."
"Well, lets go to bed. After we've done our work shifts, we start your
training."
We went to my room and she saw the single bed. My room is more
androgynous than it used to be. I now have a plentiful supply of clothes
to show off my womanly curves. I intend to make it entirely feminine
soon.
"Well, the bed is small, but I don't mind. More reason to cuddle up,
lover." she said.
"Don't mind me asking, but should you get pregnant, would you remain
busty or not. I'd be like this without a break, should I be knocked up."
"I presume I'd be like this. I certainly want kids, to bring them up,
show them how to fuck."
"Shall we go to bed then?" I asked
"Lets." she said, licking her lips.
I wondered if sleep was possible with her along side me. I only managed
to get some shut eye after giving her and myself another orgasm. When I
did wake up, I was back in my male form. No more weight across my
shoulders nor on my chest. I felt horrid, but it was something I
reluctantly endured.
"Morning Becky." yawned Andrea.
"When like this, I'm Robert." I told her.
"You are Becky, not Robert. Robert is just an act that I know you want to
drop." she replied.
"I know, this body feels so wrong. I hope I can control myself hunger
soon."
"Well, if you don't, you might as well just earn your keep as a hooker.
At least the money would be good."
As we headed off for our places of work, she told me straight.
"Once you get back, be yourself and our lessons will begin."
That day, I remembered what had happened yesterday, how I had changed
just when reaching climax. I wondered if that could be prevented. If not,
I certainly had be careful when lusting for others.
* * *
"Morning Rob!" said Mike as I entered my cubicle and booted up my
computer.
"Morning." I said, dryly
"Why so glum? Never mind, just heard that Bill getting wed and all of us
are invited to the stag do."
"Bill's getting married? Who's the lucky girl?" I asked.
"Angela Jones from Personel Dept." Mike told me.
"Lucky her. So whens the party?"
"Two weeks Friday. See you there." he turned and left.
Bill was another collegue from my department. Lucky guy indeed. Becky was
sure keen on him. Anyway, the party should be ok - hopefully.
After work, I headed home and waited for Andrea to arrive. I took the
time to head upstairs and let my hair down, all 3 foot of it. I was
already wearing a sexy number when Andrea arrived.
"Well, you're ready I see." she said as she came in, planting a kiss on
my freshly painted lips. "Well, lets get started. You need more than
anything to control your hunger as a woman, otherwise you'll be raping
everyone you meet. I warn you that it will take time, and plenty of
practice."
She stripped off in front of me and stood there naked, every man and
lesbians wet dream.
"I'm going to seduce you. All you need to do is to try and resist the
urge to fuck me."
"I'm already getting wet." I told her.
"Try to resist!" she repeated. She walked nearer and looked at me
longingly.
I found it hard, no, impossible. I grabbed her and put her lips to mine.
After a brief moment, she pulled back.
"Wasn't expecting much for first time. Lets try again."
We worked at it for hours, but I found myself kissing her after a few
minutes each time.
"It's no good, I'll never do it." I admitted.
"It's only the first day. You will improve. It took a while for me to
learn."
She went into the kitchen and made dinner.
"If you're planning on becoming pregnant, wouldn't that affect your
coming on this trip?" I asked her.
"Maybe, all depends on when the trip is and when I become pregnant." she
said. "Don't worry, I've got a phone and mom will ring me if theres any
developments."
"You ever thought of settling down?" I asked her.
"As in find a partner and stay with them?"
"Yes, do werewomen believe in such?"
"They do, but it doesn't happen much. Because of our sexual appetite,
loyalty is certainly tested. Why do you ask?" she replied.
"I'd be happy if you moved in permanently." I said.
"Blimey, I've only been here a day and you're asking that! Not saying I
wouldn't mind though." she said with a wry smile.
"Your hair is so sexy and voluptious." she walked round and started
playing with my hair. "I'm getting horny, I want you now!"
I got up and watched as she underwent her change as her curves and
breasts became more pronounced and her hair became fuller and longer. I
then went over and passionately kissed her. She was in the mood for rough
sex and so was I. After all that practising resistance, I needed to be
fucked. With pauses just for the odd drink, we spent the rest of the
evening entwined in each others arms.
This became the routine for the coming days, with a few hours practice,
followed by dinner then some serious love making. I was improving
steadily with my resistance lasting as long as half hour. Good, but
nowhere near where I needed to be. I would have to go whole days, even
weeks if I was to live as Becky and not want to fuck everyone in sight.
* * *
The thing was that I was vunerable in another way. As proven, a male
orgasm brought out the woman in me. It wasn't clear whether this was
unavoidable. I discovered that an acid test was just around the corner:
the stag night.
I had told Andrea about I and she disapproved of it. She obviously didn't
like the idea of going without sex. But it seemed she had other worries
too.
The whole focus of the party of course was Bill, whose days as a bachelor
were ending tonight. I didn't want it to be me. The party took place at a
night club, with everyone having a few drinks. I was impartial to a few
and so joined in. Once the alcohol started having an effect, the usual
fun and games that were a staple of stag nights came into play:
We were led into a large side room which had been reserved for us all. A
small stage was on one side of the room, and this was where the party's
main event was to be.
"Ok, ok, listen up fellas. We are here to celebrate Bill Evan's last
night of freedom" said Mike, who had decided to get on the stage to have
a few words. This first comment was greeted with a few cheers.
"And to help prepare him for the long road ahead that is married life, I
want to present to you all: Vanessa!"
Vanessa was so obviously a stripper, and a most definitely a piece of eye
candy. She appeared on stage to the biggest round of cheers so far, with
the odd wolf whistle thrown in. We were all sat at tables in front of the
stage. Bill was right at the front. Within seconds of Vanessa appearing
on stage, the music began and she began her routine. Each garment removed
got a cheer, all the more if the flesh revealed was in the right area. I
was certainly feeling aroused at the sight, but then, all the other men
in the room must have been tenting too. Then, Vanessa left the stage and
started walking among us. She'd been tipped off to give Bill the most
attention and she went to him first and sat on his knee. Everyone of us
was urging Bill to get in with it and accept her advances. She looked
into his eyes and gave him a kiss on the lips, resulting in more cheers.
He certainly got into it then and started making out with her.
This was certainly getting attention and everyone was now urging him to
go the distance. The sight was certainly arousing for me. The crowd
didn't get their wish as Vanessa got to her feet and tapped him on the
nose with her finger. She was a player alright, she knew how to lead a
man on and then dump him. She then started walking around the room doing
likewise to the other men. They were all too drunk to realise that she
wouldn't let them have the pleasure either. I should have been wary of my
own arousal, my cock was struggling for room. She was getting closer and
I was getting a little nervous.
She arrived at me and sensed my fear.
"Why, afraid are we? Well, you're a happy fella aren't you!" she said to
me, noticing that my cock was getting ready to explode."
My fears were being realised as I felt a tingling in my chest. She just
sat on my knee and started to caress my face.
"Not now, not now!" I was saying to myself, as I felt my scalp itch.
"Why, whats wrong, honey? Afraid of wetting your trousers?" she said.
"Yes, thats it, I need the toilet, fast!" I said and forced her off my
lap before heading out the door.
"Rob, you spoilsport, why did you have to do that?" called Mike. He was
joined by boos and jeers, all aimed at me.
"Well, if he wanted the toilet, it's just over there." said one of the
men.
"I wasn't heading for the toliet, I was heading for the exit. I barged
through the crowd, not caring what they thought and said. I found a quiet
alley and allowed my transformation to finish.
"Damn, I need some more clothes." I said to myself as I noticed that my
shirt and trousers had been ruined by my bosom and butt respectively.
"Rob, where are you?" came a few voices, as I noticed Mike and a few
others running down the street looking for me. I stayed still in the
shadows until they were gone.
I walked along the streets, heading home when a car pulled over.
"Becky! You've had a bit of trouble, haven't you?" said Andrea. "Get in."
I quickly got in the car. "Thanks, I had a near miss just then."
"So, some of the entertainment too much for you?" she asked.
"You could say that, good looking stripper though. Oh, my head!"
"You've had too much to drink, it does affect your control, you know?"
"And I'm gonna be so in trouble at work. They'll be asking why I did a
runner tonight." I said.
"Ok, when we get back, go take a shower. I'll join you in there!"
* * *
I turned the shower on and let the hot water flow over me. It was sheer
pleasure as the water ran across my nipples. I didn't care about the need
for further shampoo, taking a shower as a woman was far more enjoyable.
This night was going to be even more so. Andrea had taken on her
werewoman form and joined me.
"Let me help you wash down. You can help me too." she said purring. "I'll
start with your hair."
"If this is how good it is, I'll be at the hairdressers every week." I
said.
"But how often do you get to fuck the person doing it?" asked Sandra.
I just purred at the thought. We didn't stay in too long, for fear of
getting too many wrinkles on our fingers. We dried off and continued the
passion in bed.
"Wake up, you've been oversleeping!" cried Andrea the next day.
"What time is it?" I said, holding my head. Sod hangovers.
"11:00am, good job you're not in work today."
"Oh, ooooh my head!" I grumbled as I got out of bed.
"I would have started you training again, but seeing that you have a
hangover, I won't bother."
She had put on the expresso and was preparing a mug for me.
"I'm expecting a call from mom in the next few days. Shes been looking at
maps of South America all week." she told me.
"If I'm not mistaken, wasn't the Amazon River named after a tribe of
women?" I said, still feeling groggy.
"In Greek mythology, the Amazons were warrior women, they mated and only
kept the daughters. Sons were killed or exiled."
"I'm just wondering if there is a connection between the river and the
myth?" I added.
"Not sure, might be worth asking mom when she phones. Here, drink this."
She handed me the coffee, just black without sugar. I started drinking it
immediately.
"So, I suggest you just rest a while, while your hangover lasts. But
about last night, try not to get aroused unless in the company of your
own kind. You only slipped up because you were drunk."
"Thanks for telling me. I'm not sure about what to tell my colleagues
when I go back on Monday"
"Tell them you're gay and that the stripper scared you." Andrea
suggested.
"Fat chance, my supervisor is homophobic and has a death wish on gays. If
it hadn't been for everyone being there, I'd have raped that stripper." I
said.
"She must have been hot. Would have liked to have seen her myself." said
Andrea.
"Well, she knew how to lead men on, thats for sure, and drop them minutes
later." I said.
I had a cooked breakfast of sausage, bacon and eggs - another hangover
cure. By midday, I was over the worst part of it. I decided then to let
bring back Becky and enjoy the rest of the day.
It was later in the afternoon when Andrea got her phone call.
"Hi mom, yes, shes here." she said. "So, hows the research?"
"Fine, just loads of documents and maps to go through. Though the
Spaniards kept records of their deeds in South America, they are not
entirely truthful, it seems they fabricated a load of stuff to make the
locals sound like savages that needed killing off. Still can't find any
clue to any that mysteriously disappeared." said Susan.
"Just a quicky, Becky thinks that the Amazon River and the Greek myth
have something in common?"
"She has learned something then. Some explorers, centuries ago,
discovered a tribe of Indian women living close to the river. They named
the tribe and the river after the Greek myth. If you think that is a
possible answer, I'd think again. The Amazon is second only to the Nile
in length and the tribe's location isn't charted." Susan replied.
"So, any closer to the travel date?"
"Nope, not until I know which part of South America to go to. By the way,
how is Becky coping?"
"Needs to control her hunger if she wishes to be full time. As a man, she
almost got caught." said Sandra, going on to tell the story.
"And by the way mom, why didn't you tell me a werewoman cannot impregnate
me? I tried to get Becky to do it but she changed before she could
climax."
"Sorry, I didn't know myself. As for Becky, have her try meditation. It
might make things easier for her." said Susan.
"So, back to you mom, being doing anything other than reading books?"
"If you mean things like the librarian who is likely to be interested in
men all of a sudden, I have been doing other thing." she said. Andrea
just smiled.
"Bye then, see you soon." said Andrea and switched off the phone. "Well,
do you know how to meditate?" she asked me.
"Never bothered, why?" I asked.
"Because it may be the key to locking up your sex drive." she said.
"I suppose its worth a shot. So how do I do it?"
"I'll show you later, firstly, how about letting me licking that pussy of
yours."
I pulled my skirt and panties off. "Come and do it then, I'm ready!"
To be continued.
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