Nandita To Nandini
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Author's note : Second attempt at this sort of thing, only because I had
good feedback for the first story, and was inspired to write another one.
Hope you like it. It's a little short... I might never finish it but if
it goes down really well, I guess I could make an effort.
It had been a good night at the club. Many drinks downed, many girls
danced with, and some funny moments all around. Al wandered outside, arm
around his latest conquest, a solid 7/10 with red hair and a great body,
and a pretty damn revealing black dress and heels, and immediately
started to kiss her. It lasted a few minutes, after which he caught
sight of one of his buddies over the other side of the road, just about
to get into a cab. "We getting out of here, Rachel?" he mumbled to her,
breathless, as she nestled against his 6 foot frame, sighing contentedly.
"I actually better get back, I gotta go to work in the morning... call me
though!" she said, drunkenly after a few moments pondering.
"Hey, I can drive you if you like, don't worry about anything," said Al,
sensing that his chance for some action was slipping away from him.
"Uh.... no, better not, it's really early. I mean.... you're great and
everything but this is a bit soon... and I'm kinda drunk... and oh.
That's my cab," she said, pointing to a car that had just come alongside
the side walk. "See you!" she said, planting a kiss on his cheek and
escaping almost before the somewhat stunned Al had the time to react. He
sighed. Too much like hard work. Oh well. Time to get back to the babe
lair. He hailed a taxi driver of his own and wandered up to the drivers
window...
The cab pulled up to his driveway. He got out and gave a fairly generous
tip to the driver, and walk-stumble-walked up to his front door. His
parents were away on vacation and he was an only child so he had the
house to himself. He had originally hoped to make full use of that fact,
but well, life just didn't work out that way every time, you had to have
a plan 'B'. And luckily, Alan Edgar did have a plan 'B'. He opened his
front door and walked into the darkened hallway. The alarm went off,
which he quickly silenced with the code. He stumbled into the kitchen
and poured himself a big glass of water which he quickly drunk - a
hangover buster - while wandering through and upstairs to the bathroom.
He took a quick shower after checking himself out in the mirror. Short
dark brown hair, bit of light stubble, bluish-green eyes, round face, and
an easy smile. He went to the gym once a week, so he was in pretty good
shape, and usually got himself a number or two on a night out, but it had
been slim pickings of late for him. After his shower, he felt extremely
refreshed and a bit more sober, and he silently thanked himself for his
recent preparations.
A few months ago, he had invested in a powerful laptop, easily over a
grands worth of machine. As he walked into his bedroom and sat down on
his double bed with his boxers on and nothing else, he switched it on,
plopped it down on the pillow on the other side of his King size bed, and
lazily lay himself into bed while it booted up. Now, other frustrated
guys might have just been able to relieve themselves in an easy, lazy
fashion, soon as they got back from a bad nights work on the town, but Al
was a bit different - he preferred to make an event of things, it just
made things better, and kinda took the edge off not actually managing to
get laid. He was pretty sure he would be in bed with that Rachel chick
in the future - but for now, he had to sort himself out. And the laptop
was going to help with that right now.
He had bought the machine partly with a view to being able to watch
rubbish and play high end games and suchlike while he was on the train to
college or wherever (he could drive but his car was a piece of junk, and
it cost more and meant he couldn't cram in a last 30 minutes worth of
study or writing while he was driving, so the train was always a better
option) but also because of the porn possibilities. 3D technology being
what it was now, he had even invested in an 'Oculus Rift'... and that was
what he was setting up right now, albeit in a slow and methodical,
slightly drunken manner.
After a few minutes of messing around he managed to get it working and
lay the laptop down now on his bed, as it connected to his wi-fi.
Finally, he loaded up google. He hadn't done any of this before sober so
he didn't even know if he'd be able to find anything pertinent to his
current needs, but he figured that porn being the first thing people
thought to create once a new computer technology became available, it
wouldn't be too difficult. And sure enough, he found a website that
seemed exactly right... 3D busty babes, real (shouldn't that be
realistic) fucking, amazing sex... bla de bla. He clicked on the link
and loaded up the site and was met with the usual terms and conditions
which nobody ever read. Annoyingly, he had to scroll to the bottom to
click 'accept', which meant you had to go over all the words before you
could progress, but he skipped all that legal mumbo jumbo and clicked it
anyway. Finally, we're getting somewhere, he thought as the images on
the screen presented themselves, but for some reason he couldn't click
any of them - instead he was presented with a lot of options. Girl hair
colour? Hm, who cares about any of that, he thought, and just clicked
through it, without really noticing, eventually getting to the end,
having chosen something along the lines of a brunette girl pleasuring
herself. Ah, crap, the low battery light came on. Oh well, this
shouldn't take long, I need to get some sleep anyway, he thought as it
loaded up.
On the screen, he could turn his head left and right as a room presented
itself.... and ah, here, the bed. There... a beautiful girl lying on her
hands and knees on top of the mattress. He peered left and right.
Nobody else in the virtual room. She wasn't moving, just looking
straight ahead into her pillow... this is weird, he thought... she was
hot though. Lovely, curved ass, breasts hanging down, her lovely brown
hair behind her, sitting on her back. He was looking right down at her
now as the camera moved with him, and he moved down to grab his crotch.
This is going to be awesome, he thought. Ah, now something was
happening! The girl moved her hands down to her pussy, and started
putting her fingers inside herself, in and out. Al closed his eyes and
started jerking it a little faster. This is hot, he thought as the moans
started to come from the girl on the screen. REALLY hot, he thought, as
she started stroking a little faster. He was loving this. He opened his
eyes, the camera had moved in closer now to the girls back, her body
moving quickly now, slightly wet noises coming from her pussy as she put
her fingers in again and again. He was getting faster himself now,
feeling that familiar building pressure.
But there was something weird about it. Different. Al put it down to
the 3D technology, but he knew there was something off about it. Doesn't
matter, it just felt sooo good. Al had his eyes fully closed once more
to concentrate on the incredible sensations coming from his groin... he
was getting so close now, so close... the girl on the computer was crying
out in pleasure now as she began the process of her first orgasm and Al
felt himself somehow pulled along by the noise, he felt himself moving,
going, as he came himself and-
Blinked twice. The machine had shut down, and he had finished, and
spurted EVERYWHERE, after an unbelievably powerful orgasm. That was
amazing, he thought, as he set about cleaning up, taking everything off
him... and putting the machine away. He gave an involuntary shiver once
he was done, and lay down on the bed. He didn't feel right, somehow,
'incomplete'. One thing was for sure though, he resolved to do that
again.
College the next day was strange. People kept asking Al if he was okay.
Besides his general tiredness (par for the course during lectures!)
though, he actually felt great. Better than great. In honest truth, he
couldn't quite put a finger on it, he didn't really know why. Certainly,
having been in the bathroom a few times, he could see why people were
concerned - he looked pale, and there was definitely something DIFFERENT
about him, being more red-faced than usual somehow, and he didn't feel
his usual domineering self. He had, in all honesty, struggled to keep up
with the latest topics in his course.
In fact, all he could think about was getting back and trying out that
site again. He hadn't told anyone else about it - who would - but his
close buddies had asked if he had hooked up with that Rachel chick; "was
he in love or some shit?", that sort of thing. But he didn't really
care. They kept giving him funny looks though... like there was
something he wasn't telling them. Then finally, one of them piped up,
during a tutorial...
"Uh, hey, was your friend Rachel into kinky shit or something?" said
James
"No, why. We didn't even hook up, I told you already," Al responded in
annoyance.
"Well... the thing is... me and the guys thought there was something
funny about you all day. And now we've figured on what that is... we
thought maybe you guys had done kinky stuff like, you know, role-swap or
something?"
"What?"
"There's nothing to be ashamed of man, just let us know. It's pretty
funny and all but like... did you pretend to be the girl for her or
something, because you've uh, forgotten to take some of the stuff you
used off!" James said, laughing now.
"I don't understand."
"Go check a mirror, buddy," James said, reclining into his seat. Al took
one look, grabbed his notes, bag and stuff and ran off into the nearest
bathroom.
"Holy shit. He's right. I look like... like a transvestite or
something," Al said, looking into the mirror in sheer horror. He had
clearly lost an inch or two of height, and his face looked all soft and
red and a bit puffy faced...
This is too weird, he thought... I need to get home. Now.
Thoughts had been racing through Al's head as he travelled home on the
train. What was going on? He couldn't make head nor tail of it, but the
only thing he could think of was that website. It MUST have caused...
something. He chewed on his bottom lip as he stared out the window at
the passing scenery, deep in thought. Until he was interrupted.
"Tickets, miss?" said an inspector as he passed by. Al didn't even argue
with the logic, and showed his ticket absentmindedly to the inspector as
he nodded, said thank you and moved on.
Al made it home without much incident and went straight upstairs to his
(now fully charged) laptop. He kicked off his shoes and sat down
instantly to boot the machine up. As he waited for it to load, he
checked himself out in the mirror...
Somehow he'd gotten even MORE feminine in the time it had taken to get
home. This is getting out of control, he thought, and turned to the
laptop, logged in, accessed the internet and instantly clicked on the
search history to get to the website he was on the night before. He sat
it comfortably on his lap, sitting on his bed fully clothed.
He waited, hesitant somehow to click the link. He supposed it might even
make things worse... but he knew that the only way he would get any
answers is if he did so. To hell with it he thought, and logged in, now
putting the virtual helmet on.
It was much like his hazy drunken memory reminded him of. The usual
fair, adverts and porn links... something seemed odd about it. There was
no way to scroll up and down. No answers seemed apparent. The only
thing available to click was a single porn scene... "busty virgin fucked
from behind". Despite himself, Al felt a little horny, and supposed that
there might be an address or something on the page, sometimes there were
- so he steeled himself and clicked it.
There, on the bed (now in the virtual world) was a woman, he could see
her plainly, on her hands and knees... it was the same woman from the
night before. Beautiful, soft skinned, tan... with her heavy breasts
falling toward the sheets. She was wearing thin stockings and
suspenders, frilly panties and a lacy bra, and she was not moving. He
tried to look around the room using the machine and could see it as if he
was there - four light grey walls, cabinets, a built in wall-dresser...
and a closed door. He turned back to the woman, and moved towards her.
"Damn, you are amazing." he muttered as he pulled in closer to her...
looking down on her from above, now on the bed,.... "I just want to touch
you" and he placed his hand on her behind... but stopped, suddenly. What
the hell was going on? He felt frozen in place... he couldn't move. This
was too weird. He took the helmet off... or tried to, in the real
world... but found he couldn't.
He heard a noise coming from the doorway but couldn't move his head
towards it. This place was obviously a second floor because he could
hear the stairs as someone walked up them.... and opened the door. He
was scared now, this was getting really strange. Somehow he found
himself closing his eyes... he didn't want to, but he did anyway, and
drifted away slightly... as the sounds of someone approaching became more
obvious.
"Wow... you look incredible, baby," came a deep, resonant male noise from
behind the bed. Al remained frozen, horrified but fascinated also. This
felt... this was real! "Are you ready to be fucked?"
Al felt the bed shift as the clearly bulky man found his way toward him
and the girl... and he fought, fought with all of his power to just open
his eyes a little and found himself staring... at the sheets. The woman
had gone! He felt... and saw long dark brown hair falling down over his
face now... he didn't have a long time to contemplate it as the man came
up behind him and grabbed him by the hips! The man wasted no time in
pulling Al's ... panties? Down. God, no, I am not gay, leave me alone!
He wanted to scream, as he heard the man unzipping some jeans. But he
could feel an absence ... as a breeze played over what could only be his
pussy!
"Don't worry baby I'll be gentle, I know its your first time." said the
man as he started to rub his hands over Al's soft rear end, slowly
caressing... until he made his way deliberately and very carefully to
Al's clitoris. The pleasure was absolutely unbelievable, and Al made a
noise that could only be described as a small squeal as he continued to
trace a finger around it. Despite himself, Al felt on fire, his whole
body moving with the rhythm a little as the man continued to expertly
pleasure him.
"You ready babe? Okay then..." he chuckled, and Al felt the mans shaft
ride over between the crack of his butt cheeks... it felt so huge, he
was so ashamed... but there was an electric buzz that seemed to fill him
too now, an anticipation. Al felt unbelievably degraded as the man
positioned his cock right at the entrance to his pussy, and slowly, ever
so slowly, entered him. Alan gasped in a little pain as the man broke
slowly through his hymen and entered her newfound canal... and pulled
out... then entered again. It was less painful with the second thrust.
And the third. And he plunged in and out as he rocked her body forwards
and backwards, impaling her over and over again.
"You like that? God your pussy feels so good" the man moaned as he
entered her, now at a steady rhythm. Al found he could move now but the
mans tight control of her hips and body meant it was difficult, as he was
rocked back and forth, his heavy breasts swaying. Al couldn't stop the
little squeals and moans she was making as he was entered roughly over
and over again, but despite his feelings of degradation, he knew he was
building up to an unbelievably powerful climax beyond the likes of which
he had EVER had as a man.
After many more minutes of thrusting she felt the beginnings of an orgasm
now... "Oh god," Al said in a breathless moan. The man took this as a
sign to increase his rhythm, and started absolutely pounding her pussy
now, in a roughshod way... Alan felt it building to a crescendo now, as
her whole body suddenly tensed, and exploded into electrifying
pleasure... his whole body arched and impaled herself fully, taking the
shaft so deep into her.
"I'm gonna cum baby!" he grunted... somehow the pleasure was still there,
despite the mind numbing orgasm, and Al felt the mans hot seed spurt into
her, as he came.
She collapsed face first onto the sheets, breathing as if she had run a
marathon, and turned around to finally face the man. He was bald, tan,
handsome in a rough way, and an giant... easily 6'4... and looked
strange... almost like he was growing even larger. He was laughing.
"God you were a good fuck, for a virgin. I can't wait to do this to you
for real, bitch," he said.
"What?" Al replied sheepishly after a moments shock.
"I am coming to see you now, in fact, Al. Alice, that will be. I expect
we'll have a very good time."
"Who are you?"
"You will call me 'Master'. That's all you need from me. Oh. Time to
go, Alice. I will bring you your fitting clothing tonight, we have a lot
to do" He smiled, and waved... and Al felt himself able to move,
disconnecting now from the virtual world...
And on to his own bed. Sheets were everywhere, sweat dripping from the
duvet and pillows... and Al felt strange. Very very strange indeed.
Like... something else had changed. Besides the fact that he was naked
excepting a pair of boxer shorts, that is.
He went to look in his mirror...
And saw a petite goddess looking back at him. Beautiful, round, blushed
cheeks (from physical exertion he supposed), with glorious light brown
hair falling down in curls around his boxer shorts... about 5'1. With
pert breasts (even free of any support or bra). What the hell has
happened, he thought... in utter stunned silence, as he stared at his...
her face.
"What is that website, who is that man?" she said, but winced, as even
her voice dripped with hints of carnality and a sultry sensuality. "I
have to get out of here" he said again as he rushed into the bedroom
again. What did he say, he was going to come here... he threw on some
(now very baggy) jeans, and a t shirt that had shrunk many moons ago, but
the shoes at the door were another matter. They no longer fit, clearly
he had gone down a few sizes of feet. He stopped at the door though...
somehow... something was telling him to stay. Stay. Wait. For tonight.
Those words felt important. She turned and almost walked back to her
room. "NO," he shouted aloud. "I have... to be me!" and started for the
door again.
And heard a knock.
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