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Trial Run "So what you're telling me is that this flat would be the perfect place to live with a hot little slut who wanted to grind her juicy round arse into my crotch on the dance floor, before following me home for a fuck on the balcony, and who would then wake up early to bring me breakfast in bed?" Pete stood, stunned into silence at this extraordinary interpretation of his own words. As far as he was concerned he was just showing a potential buyer around his flat. He couldn't recall having mentioned sluts, fucking, or even, for that matter, breakfast. "I....um..." "It was you that said it!" came the ultra-confident response from the man in the dark suit. "'Five minutes away from the clubs and bars of the high street, romantic balcony off the bedroom, and just across the corridor from a great kitchen with all modern appliances' if I recall correctly. Is that not what you said?" "Well I don't precisely remember...." "Sounds like a pretty good package to me," continued the man. "So what DO you think? Do you think this would be the ideal place for a young bachelor to shack up with a cocktail-drinking, booty-shaking, sex- exhibitionist, bacon-grilling nympho?" Again, Pete was left speechless, but if there was one thing he had learnt in the three months of desperately trying to convince someone, anyone, to buy this albatross-round-his-neck of a flat, it was that the customer was always right. He could no longer afford the mortgage after his girlfriend left him and he was a few months away from having to ask his parents for a loan. He would say anything if it meant avoiding that fate. "Um, yes, absolutely. If that's what you want then this is the place to do it," he enthused. "The high street is just five minutes away with all the contemporary music and dance floors you could desire, the kitchen is spacious and just a skip across the hallway from the bedroom, and of course, you can see the excellent view from the balcony for yourself." The suited man whose name Pete couldn't remember (had he even called to make an appointment before showing up at the front door?) took another couple of steps past the large bed and towards the beckoning balcony beyond the open French doors. "It's nice," he said. "I want to believe you, but I'm not yet one- hundred percent convinced. How about a trial run?" Pete looked into the face of the potential reliever of all his financial woes, but also, he was acutely aware, a complete stranger. Was he really asking him to give up his flat for a weekend to someone he'd just met? This was going a little far. Maybe he was joking. "Ha ha!" laughed Pete awkwardly "I'm serious," said the man, with a serious face and a serious voice. "Ah, well, um.....I'm afraid I....I don't feel that it's quite appropriate for me to just, well, leave you alone in my flat for any length of time." "I completely understand," said the man, causing Peter to exhale and relax his tense shoulders. His relief was short lived though, as the man continued, "Though if that's what you're concerned about there's no reason for you to leave me alone. In fact, I think that you joining me might help me to assess this flat's suitability for my needs even better." With these words the man approached the now completely confused Pete and clicked his fingers above his head with an outstretched arm. It was only a little click, but it seemed as if the man had gripped and wrinkled the very fabric of reality between his thumb and index finger. A ripple of distortion emanated slowly but forcefully from the point in space above Pete's head. He could literally see it coming. He wasn't frozen, but he was too shocked to react before it crashed around him. It impacted him upon the top left portion of his skull and then advanced right through him, making him squint as it passed his eyes and crick his neck as it passed down into his body. His muscles tensed moment by moment as it continued the journey down his body. Finally the wave reached his feet and passed through to the floor. Pete blinked his eyes in surprise. What was that!? It wasn't immediately obvious that it had done anything at all but it sure as hell was weird! Pete felt shaken, a little weak perhaps, but nothing too strange. Maybe whatever it was hadn't worked. He looked at the stranger who grinned confidently back. Whatever had happened, it was clear that it was to the liking of this dark suited man. This fact disturbed Pete and he took another good look at himself to check more closely for any effects. Were his trousers shorter? Yes they seemed to be above the ankle now. And did his white shirt look a little discoloured in places? Maybe....yes, there were very faint grey dots on his shirt. Turn ups and polka dots? Not exactly the stuff of evil magic plans. And yet the man seemed perfectly happy with developments. Pete's mind was racing and all of this assessment had taken only a couple of seconds. He had just progressed from a review of the situation to determining to take action and decided that maybe he should actually move his feet, when he once again felt an impact on the top of his head. The second wave passed through his body just like the first, holding him in place as it went. This time he was less shocked (albeit perhaps only marginally) and was able to assess things as they progressed. The first thing he noticed was that his face now felt a little strange and he surmised from a chill on his upper lip that his moustache was now a thing of the past. In that inexplicable way that anger sometimes works, it was this fact that really got to him. He was genuinely very annoyed indeed, as he'd been growing it for charity as part of a team at work for the past month and the final photos were due on Monday. His lips felt a little tingly too, like he'd been eating too much pineapple. What WAS going on? This man was clearly capable of some extraordinary tricks. Maybe Pete was hypnotised in some way and this was an illusion? Was this man just trying to humiliate him? The spots on his shirt were now much clearer, each about half an inch in diameter and black in colour. Also, the shirt seemed to have fused together down the front in the lower portion. He resolved to run as soon as this wave passed. Maybe it was his freaked-out mind focussing for details it could process in a situation where nothing made sense, but Pete worried about his clothes. He concluded that the shirt was probably useless now, but perhaps he could save the trousers before they changed beyond recognition. He only had three good pairs of trousers. Alas, it became clear as the distortion continued on that his trousers were no longer useful for him either. They had lightened in colour significantly, from dark blue to some kind of palish purple, and they ended right about his knees. Pete noticed with some surprise that his now bare lower legs seemed to be smooth and hairless. Maybe it was just the lack of hair, but it looked like they might well be a little thinner too. Now this was worrying. Pete had thought that his clothes and hair were changing, but these can be changed by many things, and changed back too. Who or what could change his actual flesh was a whole different thing. Pete began to get very scared and twisted and strained against the force holding his legs in place as the ripple traversed his body. Finally his feet came free and he leapt backwards. Or at least his feet did. His head, most unfortunately for him, stayed exactly where it was, held in space by another wave of energy. His body flopped and flailed in the air for a few long seconds, straining his neck, until he eventually found his footing again. He looked into the eyes of the unnamed man with horror as the wave passed through him. There was no time-gap between the waves! He was trapped! Whatever this grinning man wanted to do to him, it would happen. The man winked, indicating that he shared this same knowledge. This time, his vision was obscured as the distortion passed his eyes, long strands of fair hair coming into view in front of his face. Each muscle in his face spasmed, then settled into a slightly different position. His teeth felt different in his mouth. He couldn't place it, but just different. The distortion passed over his chest for the third time, and it almost felt like hands pulling open the collar of his shirt as it went. A large area of his upper chest was now exposed and he could see that it too was hairless. All traces of buttons on his shirt had now vanished, the garment now wrapping itself tightly around his (smaller?) waist and then splitting a few inches below his collarbone. Yes, his waist was definitely now smaller, and so was his ribcage. Pete felt overwhelmed. This should not be happening. Should. Not. Be. Happening. His breathing grew shallow and he began to worry that he might pass out. Maybe he even did lose consciousness for a moment, but of course, he was held in place by the energy wave. When he managed to refocus his eyes, the unnamed man was still just where he had been: Standing. Grinning. The distortion wave was now just coming down to his ankles. Above it were two, distinctly slimmer, softer, smoother legs, leading up to what was clearly now a skirt, that had lightened again in colour, from purple to pink, and which rested flirtatiously around his thighs. A thought struck Pete, just at the same time as another barrage of reality changing energy. Was he being made into a woman? Smoother skin, smaller ribcage, a skirt? It all added up. But why? Why would this man do this? Why would he walk into an apartment, talk about living there with a nymphomaniac, and then make Pete into....oh. Fuck. The fourth wave was now past Pete's head again, and he blinked his eyes and smacked his lips. It all felt different. His lips were clearly much bigger now. Fuller, plumper, and he could sense long eyelashes fluttering when he opened and closed his eyes. The distortion continued down past his neck and went to work on his chest again. His skin emerged from the descending wave of energy inch by inch, and as it did, it rippled and then gently swelled, two soft mounds forming like slowly rising bread rolls in the oven. Pete gasped at the sight of his sweet little breasts and then again at the higher register with which he had made the sound. What used to be his shirt now gently supported his budding boobies in its cool, smooth, white-with-black-polka-dots cups, held up by thin black straps that reached over his bare shoulders. A tanned, flat stomach was now exposed and had reached miniature proportions, which emphasised his newly flaring hips and bottom. The energy passed over his hands, leaving them dainty and with a soft shade of pink on each fingernail and he moved his hands towards his crotch, terrified of what he would discover. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry as his hands pressed against his skirt and felt there what could only be a cock and balls. It was not, however, as he remembered. His cock could now only be a couple of inches long at best, and his testicles were little more than large marbles. A work in progress. The energy had not cleared his legs when yet another wave struck his head again. This time he had no illusions. He was becoming a she. A girl. Probably a pretty hot one. His face had already felt feminine, but when the latest wave was done with him, there was no mistaking it. His lips felt enormous and seemed to want to remain slightly parted when at rest. He could feel something covering them. When he touched his upper lip with his tongue it was slightly sweet. His hair, thankfully, seemed to no longer be blocking his view. On further inspection he saw that it was tied together in two loose bunches hanging forward over his shoulders, each fastened with a large pink bow. These felt like finishing touches, and as the energy passed beyond his shoulders Pete couldn't help but wonder about the final form of his chest. Whereas before his newly minted fun-bags had been like gentle waves on a lake, now the twin mounds rose like great ocean swells, acres of his own flesh now dedicated to being titties with little other purpose than being for men to stare at and play with. The unnamed man fixed his eyes upon Pete's new boobs and the magnificent valley of cleavage between them like a diner at a restaurant gazing upon two huge scoops of creamy ice cream served up for his delectation. Pete's tits bounced and jiggled on his chest as the energy wave released their hold on them, leaving them barely held-in by what was now a fun, short bustier in white with black polka dots. Peering down over his breasts, Pete could just see where the top of the bustier sat on his boobs and was in time to watch black lace trimming creep up half an inch, tickling the sensitive skin around his areolae, the very top of which sat just proud of their support. As the energy passed his waist, Pete felt a cold sensation in his belly button and when he touched it with his hand he discovered a piercing with a little metal heart, studded with fake gemstones, dangling from his naval. He felt his hips widen one last inch and he noticed for the first time the elastic of tight panties snug against the twin, juicy, yet impossibly pert half globes of his buttocks. This of course was hidden beneath the six inches or so of pink skirt that fluttered around the very tops of his thick, creamy thighs, and Pete suddenly felt an intense need to know what colour his little knickers were. He tried to resist looking, painfully aware that to do so would also reveal everything to his torturer, but try as he may to stop himself he could not. He strained to look down past his boobs, thrust his crotch forward and flipped up his little skirt. White. White was his answer, with floral lace detail around the waist and leg bands. But, while that had seemed important a moment ago, now it was less so. Instead, what occupied his mind, nay, entranced his mind such that he could not look away, not release his skirt, not even turn to try to shield himself from the unnamed man, was the exquisite flatness upon the front of his cute little panties. His cock was gone. Well and truly absent. A soft, smooth mound had taken its place. When Pete concentrated on the sensations of his body beneath the panties he realised there was more than that. There were lips, a sensitive little hood, and a hole: a moist, soft, tight little hole designed to be stretched and filled. Pete stayed in this pose right up till the energy finally passed away into the floor, causing Pete, used to being held in place and unused to a new weight distribution or the three and a half inch black stiletto heels attached to his feet, to wobble and almost fall. He was steadied by a strong male hand on his little shoulder, and then another on his even littler waist. "Yes," said the man, in a quite manner of fact kind of way, and then, "Nice." He looked Pete's body up and down, only looking at his face for a moment and not in order to communicate, but only in order to assess. "Yes, this will do quite nicely." Pete's mind was reeling, struggling to decide whether to ask how or why, whether to scream abuse or just run. Eventually he managed to speak. "How?......Why?......What are you going to do with me?" he asked quietly in a soft soprano. The man smiled with one corner of his mouth and narrowed eyes. "Well let's see, shall we? As I remember it, it was first out to the bars, hit the dance floor and then back here for a fuck and a sleep before a full English in the morning." "I...." Pete stuttered "You....." He mustered up a tiny fleck of defiance. "I'm not going anywhere with you!" "Well that's up to you," said the man. "If you want, you can walk straight out the door and go on with your life as you are and I'll find someone else to help me test out my new pad." Pete's resistance dissolved. This man clearly had the upper hand. "Please. Please. What do you want me to do?! Just please turn me back!" Pete could feel tears welling up in his big baby blue eyes. The man smiled again, almost gentle this time. Almost. "Like I said, I just want to test out this place, see if it offers me what I'm looking for." He paused, apparently thinking. "Hey, look sweetie, I can see that you're not so comfortable with all of this just yet, so how about we make a compromise? A trial for me, and a trial for you, hey? Just a little compromise?" He said the words as if speaking to a small child who was on the verge of a babyish tantrum. Pete knew he was being spoken down to, but he had no choice but to play along. "I want to see what the scene is like round here and spend a night in the flat before I buy it. All I need you to do is come along with me to the club until I want to leave, and then spend the night with me here in the flat. Then I'll turn you back and buy the flat for the asking price. That's all I ask. If all you want to do is walk to the bar and then walk back and go straight to sleep, then that's all you have to do, no extras. I won't initiate any moves. Sound reasonable?" Pete thought for a moment. This guy was clearly sick, but maybe he could ride it out. What choice did he really have? Maybe he'd even be rid of the flat at the end of it. He nodded, turning his face away. Pete sensed the man take a step toward him, his large presence looming over him, and then he felt a strong hand gently but firmly take his chin and turn his face so that he was looking up into the man's deep, dark eyes. A shadow seemed to pass over the man's face. "Now now sweetie, that's no attitude to take. I'm being very reasonable here, so let's see a little enthusiasm." Pete swallowed hard, and managed to force a small smile. "Better," said the man. "Now, fair's fair, we said this would be a trial for you too, didn't we? This flat is new to me, and your body is new to you. Only right to let you think about how it feels. Maybe you'll grow into it." He paused, running his eyes all over Pete's mostly exposed, extravagantly female body once again. "Let's follow your formula. Cocktails, dancing, fucking on the balcony, and breakfast in bed. All optional of course, but let's say that if you manage to do all of that by tomorrow morning that we'll both know you're enjoying it and we'll just leave you in that lovely little body of yours." Pete nodded his assent. He had decided by this point that disagreeing with this man was not a good choice to make, and if it was truly optional then he had nothing to worry about. If it wasn't, well, then there was really nothing he could do about it. "Excellent!" said the man, holding out his hand with a politeness that seemed totally out of step with how he had grasped power. "My name is Cameron, and for tonight, at least, I think I shall call you Peaches!" *** Pete's heels clicked on the pavement as the two of them made their way down the high street. It had taken Pete several minutes before he was able to walk on his towering shoes without stumbling, and more than once he had actually been glad of the support offered by Cameron's arm, which Cameron had insisted that he take in his. He was already learning that he needed to take shorter steps and he was beginning to find a rolling, swaying rhythm in his hips. It made him feel more stable, but he couldn't help but notice the stares of the men as he sashayed down the street, making him feel vulnerable and on show. It was nine o'clock and the bars and the street were already busy. At least being with a man with such incredible power gave him some protection. Better to be cherished by a jealous king than in opposition to one. He felt safe enough to even manage a laugh (it came out as a giggle) when he saw one not-so-subtle onlooker take a little hand-bag beating from his girlfriend after being caught staring at Pete's hypnotically bouncing tits. Cameron seemed fairly oblivious to all of this, his attention switching between scrutinising the various bars on offer and smiling at Pete with deep, dark eyes. He seemed to be trying to reassure Pete, giving his delicate little hand the occasional squeeze. He hadn't tried to cop an unsolicited feel yet and Pete's hopes of getting through this were beginning to rise. Despite the fact that Cameron clearly could, and often did, take whatever he wanted, perhaps he was also a man who was true to his word. "So do you have a favourite, my sweet little Peaches?" asked Cameron, gesturing to the bright lights of the bars and making Pete squirm with the use of the girl's name that had been bestowed upon him. "There are lots of good ones," murmured Pete non-committally. "But which is your favourite?" pressed Cameron. "Where can we have the most fun?" Pete looked around and spotted a bar that he knew well. "This one is good," he said, immediately worrying about bumping into anyone that he might know. "Has it got cocktails and a dance floor?" asked Cameron with some eagerness. Pete nodded his confirmation. "Excellent! Then this one it is." There was a short queue to enter, but as Pete approached his smoking hot body clearly caught the attention of the bouncer and they were waved to the front. Inside, the place was starting to really gear up for the night. The music was urgent and driving, but not so loud yet as to be overwhelming. Coloured lights swirled overhead, adding to the excited atmosphere and illuminating various well-dressed and beautiful young people. Cameron surveyed the scene with a smile on his face. "Oh, yes. This the place," he said, turning to focus his intense eyes upon Pete's face. "See, this is what I need you for. I know exactly how best to acquire assets, I just need someone to help me enjoy them. You just pick out the very best of everything and I'll make sure you get it." His eyes narrowed, examining Pete even more closely. "This could be a very fruitful partnership." Cameron held his gaze for several seconds after he finished speaking and Pete felt that he was staring into his soul. This man terrified him. And yet, somehow, he also felt a little surge of unfamiliar energy, as if a tiny piece of the power that Cameron had blazed upon him had refracted inside and started a little fire in Pete's heart. This man took away Pete's right of self-determination, but gave him back something different. Something hedonistic, something freeing in a totally new way. The trance was broken by Cameron suddenly smiling brightly. "Drinks?! Let me buy you a cocktail," he declared. Pete shook himself back to the situation at hand and managed to think clearly for a moment. Cocktails? No, that was one of the steps that Cameron had said would lead to the change being permanent. Though he was fearful of defying Cameron, it was best to put a stop to that game straight away. "No thank you," he said, it coming out as a choked whisper. "OK, ok," said Cameron with a playful smile. "I see you're playing hard to get. That's fine. That's your prerogative as a beautiful woman. Let me know if you change your mind." He looked around the room again. "Looks like it's not quite dancing time yet. Let's just sit down and talk, shall we?" Cameron somehow managed to find a free booth amidst the busy throng and he slid into his seat, inviting Pete to sit beside him. Cameron struck up some small talk, asking Pete where he grew up and apparently actually listening. To start with Pete only conversed as seemed absolutely necessary to keep Cameron happy, but soon he found himself sharing more than he intended. Cameron was genuinely charming and interspersed conversation with relevant questions and complementary anecdotes of his own. They spoke about where Pete hailed from and why he had moved to the capital. They shared their thoughts on the ideal distance to live from family. They touched upon the most annoying traits of siblings and the horror of becoming like your parents as you get older. Pete even laughed when Cameron noted that if Pete followed through with everything tonight he wouldn't ever have to worry about going bald like his Dad. Cameron asked Pete about his favourite parts of the city for cafes, shopping, and everything else. It was around the time that they were comparing life in the big city to the experiences in the small towns that Pete had grown up in that Pete almost forgot that he was speaking to a man who had forcibly changed his sex. "Things tend to be a bit more random out in the sticks," said Pete casually. "Like, in this bar here they'll have precise stock levels of every drink that they'll maintain, and every price will be calculated on some spreadsheet to bring in the highest revenue possible. Back home, the guy who ran the pub used to sometimes get hold of a bulk order of whatever was going cheap 'cause some big chain had over-ordered or something, and then it'd be available in the pub as a special till it was all gone. Everyone in the town would be getting wasted for a week on cherry brandy or peach schnapps or something like that." Cameron stifled a laugh and then looked away, clearly hiding some amusing thought or other. "What?" enquired Pete softly. "Nothing" "Come on, what is it?" said Pete in an increasingly high pitched voice. He even playfully poked Cameron in the ribs and smiled in anticipation of an expected joke. "Well," said Cameron. "It's peaches for Peaches, isn't it?" Pete, reminded of his position, suddenly felt very awkward and fell silent. "Oh don't be like that," pressed Cameron. "Come on, let's have some fun. Sex on the Beach is made from peach schnapps, isn't it? Let's recreate those halcyon days, shall we?" At this point a waitress was just passing their table. Cameron grabbed her attention and handed over a credit card. "Hey hun, get me some pitchers of Sex on the Beach, one for every table in the bar, and six for my table. Put it all on the card." The waitress went away smiling and an exuberant Cameron turned back to Pete. "Great idea Peaches," he said. "This is going to be great!" Pete was distraught, but tried not to show it too much. He'd been beginning to think this might not be too bad. Maybe it was even a reasonable deal. An asking price sale in exchange for just one evening with huge tits hanging from his chest, sitting in a bar with a madman. A rather easy to speak to madman at that. But now all of the attention would be on the two of them, and they probably wouldn't be leaving any time soon either. He looked at Cameron, wide eyed and silent for a few moments and then managed an awkward laugh. It didn't take long for the drinks to arrive, and as they did, so did all of the gold diggers and hangers on. Pete watched as the pitchers were brought to each table and his worry grew as a reaction of excitement and surprise spread around the room. Table by table faces were directed, on the bar staffs' information, towards their little booth, seeing there Cameron's grinning and waving form and Pete's exposed and bountiful body. Many of the guys in the room stared at Pete mercilessly, somehow thinking that the distance made it all ok. The reaction on the women though was even more dramatic, as they saw that Cameron was clearly the one in control. A couple of groups of girls didn't wait for any further invitations. Cocktails were decanted into glasses immediately and platoons of young ladies in brightly coloured dresses began descending upon their target, offering gratitude and giggles to their generous benefactor. Soon Cameron and Pete were surrounded, and very shortly after that Pete found himself pushed aside as the most forward of the girls slipped in beside Cameron and refilled her glass from Cameron's pitchers. At first Pete was happy to leave Cameron to it and he simply sat quietly, waiting for it all to be over, but after maybe twenty minutes of observing inane flirtatious chatter and superfluous hair flicks, Pete realised that he was being pushed further and further from the centre of the group, girl after girl asking for him to shove up on the excuse of wanting to get themselves another glass of Sex on the Beach. Pete was now quite near the edge of the herd and, as was often the case, here lurked the predators. The area immediately around Cameron was taken up with young women, but the crowd had also attracted packs of men, looking to pick off the girls around the periphery. Pete, shorn of the protective attentions of Cameron, was now the prime source of attention. Guy after guy offered to buy a drink for the hot piece of ass they'd spotted and then teased and prodded him when he refused. Several propositions were made, a number of hands stroked the soft skin of Pete's face, and one even brushed his left breast, causing a shiver to run down his spine. These men wanted to enjoy his company. They wanted to squeeze and caress him. They wanted to fuck him. Pete flinched and squirmed but couldn't escape. He couldn't leave and no one was going to step in to rescue him. Pete looked over towards the booth. On the table lay half full pitchers of cocktails that might at least provide a sliver of a defence against some of the questions these men were asking, and in one of the seats sat Cameron, currently thoroughly distracted but potentially protective. There really was only one thing for it. So what if it was one of the steps to permanent womanhood? There were several more, and there was no way he was going to do them all. Pete trotted up to the booth and elbowed his way slowly through the crowd so that he was at least close enough to speak to Cameron. "Hey Cameron, mind if I have a drink?" he asked. Cameron looked up immediately and a very broad genuine smile broke out across his face. "Please, please do! Hey ladies, move around will you? I want Peaches here to have a seat." The women scowled slightly as they shuffled round to make space and Pete squeezed past them and into the space next to Cameron. Now Pete was safe from the handsy men, but he was right in the midst of the super-flirty throng of women gathered around Cameron, who himself seemed to be happy buying more and more drinks for them. Cameron could clearly be extremely generous as long as his interests were satisfied first. Pete couldn't hide here, he had to try to blend in. He pursed his lips and sucked down the cocktail through a straw, the way he saw the other girls doing it. He opened his eyes wide and fluttered his eyelashes as he listened intently to Cameron's stories, and even snuggled into him a little like the girl opposite was doing. He was faking it, but soon it all started to seem quite fun. The cocktail was sweet and fruity and the alcohol went to his head. Cameron was charming and funny.... and handsome. He hadn't really stopped to look before, but Cameron was definitely a looker. His eyes were deep and intense, his teeth straight and white and his jawline was ever so strong. Pete became aware that Cameron's hand was brushing up against the ever so soft skin of Pete's thigh. Without really thinking about it Pete began to feel a little jealous of the other girls. Cameron had come here with him, and he deserved this man's attention. Pete began to even compete with the others in his mind, telling himself that they didn't have anything he didn't have. His hair was as silky, his lips as plump, and none of them had boobies to compare with his. He giggled loudly at Cameron's latest joke and made sure that his hair framed his cleavage perfectly for his enjoyment. Everyone was loosening up and as the music grew louder the girls started moving in their seats to the rhythm. Pete of course followed suit, not willing to be shown up. It wasn't long before Cameron stood and began making his way out to the dance floor, surrounded by his bevy of beauties. Pete of course followed, nervously balancing on his heels and hoping that he'd be able to dance without falling over. He wasn't yet as nimble as his rivals though, and once again Pete found himself drifting away from the centre. A variety of girls placed their arms around Cameron's neck or turned around to jiggle their full round rears against his body. He grinned and danced along with them, clearly enjoying himself. Pete, worried about being left behind, tried to make himself move closer to Cameron, but he just couldn't bring himself to do it. He had the curves, he even found that he had the rhythm and the moves if he wanted them, but he didn't have the courage. Now away from their booth, there was even more opportunity for the other men to infiltrate the crowd of ladies, and it was a shock, though perhaps not a surprise when Pete suddenly felt two hands take a grip of his tiny waist. He immediately realised the presence of a large man behind him, seeking to match the swaying rhythm of Pete's wide hips. Pete's mind froze in fear while his body acted on some unknown instinct, continuing to move with the music. Soon the man's hands were on his hips, his palms and outstretched fingers working their way down over Pete's skirt and then onto the exposed creamy skin of his thighs. The messages from Pete's mind finally reached his body and he froze still, but it was too late. Pete could feel the man's warm breath on his neck and his musty scent filled his nostrils. The intruding hands now swept back under his skirt and upwards over Pete's soft round bottom, caressing and squeezing gently before tracing the line of his panties forward towards his flat crotch. Pete gasped for breath, straining to draw as much air as possible through his plump, painted lips as his world of conscious sensation shrank to the flat but puffy triangle between his legs on which this unknown man was making his assault from behind. For that moment, all that Pete was, was that vulnerable pink slit between his legs, protected only by the flimsiest pair of panties from the strong male hands making their way slowly forward. Probing fingers lifted the fabric, his veil, and moved closer in. Pete could feel every goosebump on his skin as one by one they became occupied territory, the intruder moving ever closer to the soft pink bedchamber of the princess that was his pussy. And then came a signal that these hands were only the forward line. A far more dangerous combatant made itself known, a hard shaft pressing up into the valley between Pete's rounded buttocks from behind. Pete had lost all hope, all solace. And then suddenly, He was there. Cameron. Pete's saviour. The marauding hands were forcibly halted and then pulled irresistibly away from Pete's precious jewel. Pete's legs suddenly felt terribly weak and he tried to steady himself, only vaguely aware of the altercation that was unfolding beside him. There was the sound of a fist connecting with a stomach, hard, and then the man was gone, scurrying into the shadows in the face of genuine power. Pete's eyes refocussed as warmth returned to his body, and the first thing that came to his vision was Cameron's face. Concerned and serious. And safe. "Sorry I left you Peaches," he said. "Sorry you had to deal with that creep." Pete looked into Cameron's eyes. Those deep strong eyes, that were concerned in that moment only for Pete's well being. Cameron was so big, so strong, so......manly. "Are you ok Peaches?" Cameron, the man, asked. Pete's mind was still swirling from the unsolicited experience. Peaches he thought. Who's Peaches? Then he put it together. He was. At least that's who he was to Cameron, and Cameron had saved him. So maybe, just for tonight, he could be Peaches. For Cameron. "Yes. I'm ok. Just a little shaken," Peaches, the woman, replied. "Thank you," she said, and she meant it. He was close now, and Peaches had to tilt her head most of the way back to look up into his eyes. She instinctively draped her arms around his neck and she melted a little when she felt his large hands covering most of her upper back. She turned her head and rested it against his muscular chest. They stayed that way for several minutes, Peaches recomposing herself and Cameron letting her take all the time she needed. For all his alpha male acquisitiveness and moments of wild exercise of power, Cameron, Peaches decided, was a good man at heart. Here he was, with extraordinary power, and all the girls he could ever want dancing with him, and yet he had come to her rescue. More than that, he had seen that she needed comfort and had given that to her, patiently. She moved to look up at him, their bodies still pressed together closely, her full breasts crushed against his strong chest. Yes, there was goodness deep inside him. And she could draw it out, she subconsciously thought. She could be the soft, comforting home for this strongest and hardest of men. She didn't know it was happening until it happened, but she certainly didn't fight it when her lips touched to his, softly at first, brushing together ever so lightly before parting again. He looked questioningly into her eyes, asking whether she was sure. She held his gaze for a few seconds, a confident, unwavering answer in the affirmative before bringing her long luxurious lashes down across her eyes and moving her face inwards and upwards again. Peaches pressed her lips to his and just held them there, still, the sensation of her own mouth far softer than she was used to. His hand came to her face and brushed slowly upwards along her cheek, coming to rest in the hair at the side of her head. He moved his mouth away for a moment and then returned, this time finding her lips parted, ready for him, ready for his exploration. Peaches let him come. Let him enter into her mouth. She gently welcomed his tongue with her own. She couldn't ever remember a kiss like this. Not with her long term, now ex- girlfriend. Not with her childhood sweetheart. Cameron was somehow both more forceful and more gentle. Interacting with her every move, both initiating and reciprocating. He kissed not just with his mouth but with his whole self. She pressed her body in closer, feeling her breasts spread against his chest. She lifted one of her long bare legs and rubbed it against Cameron's. He took the invitation and moved one hand down to cradle her thigh. Peaches could not believe what she was doing. She was kissing a man. Encouraging him. And yet she knew that she wanted it. What the hell, she thought. If I am to be a woman for just one night, then I might as well experience it fully. A new song started up, and they began to sway together. Peaches felt him move against her hips and she instinctively responded, following his lead and moving with him. His hands moved to her lower back and she leant outwards slightly from the waist so that she could look up at him with a smile on her lips. He smiled back, clearly entranced by her beauty. He mostly looked into her eyes, but Peaches saw that he couldn't help but occasionally let his gaze drop to her fabulous tits. Something stirred again in Peaches, and she realised that it was because she loved that he loved to look at her. She felt pretty, sexy, and more than that, she was delighted that she made him happy. It really was the least she could do, she thought, especially after he had rescued her and been so comforting. She wanted to comfort him in return and make him proud. To let him see how pretty this girl was that he possessed and how happy he made her. She moved away from him for a moment, maintaining hand contact but gyrating and swirling, letting him see her from every angle. She arched her back and let him see her profile, moving in snake-like motions and running her hands along her body to emphasise the thinness of her waist in contrast to her ample tits and arse. Peaches was surprised at herself, as she had never danced in a way anything like this before, but with her new body it felt great. It felt so right. She wanted to explore everything that her body could do, and she wanted Cameron to see it too. In fact, she wanted more than just for him to see it. She wanted him to feel it. She twirled in towards him and ended up facing away from him with her arse pressed firmly into his crotch. Peaches giggled. She couldn't believe she was going to do this. Just a few hours ago, she had been male herself, and now she was a bitch in heat, writhing up against her man. But she enjoyed it. There really was no point denying it. And it was all just a bit of fun anyway. Cameron certainly wasn't going to stop her either. He placed one hand on either hip and moved with her rhythm. Soon Peaches could feel those hardening stirrings again begin to press against her, but this time she was shocked to find that she was happy. She was in control, and she only increased her movements, hooking an arm up behind her and over Cameron's neck. Peaches was in pure bliss now. She couldn't believe how good it felt to just let herself be. She had never felt so free before, free of expectations, free of society, free of her own inhibitions. She danced and danced, and all of it was for Cameron. The music began to change, becoming slower, more sensual and Peaches moved in closer again to Cameron, feeling the warmth of his body against her own. He moved his mouth close to her ear and whispered. "Let's go home, shall we?" *** They made their way back to the flat arm in arm. Peaches leaned in toward her man. He was so strong, so solid. On the way back, the adrenaline and other hormones coursing through her system from the altercation in the club and the dancing that followed it began to subside, and the cold of the night's air began to bring her back round to reality, at least a little. She had followed him to the club, she had drunk (several!) cocktails, she had danced with him. All that was left on the list was sex on the balcony and breakfast in bed. It was a slightly sobering thought that the evening was progressing along the path Cameron had described. But she really wasn't worried. Now that she was sobering up, she was very sure that she could resist having sex with him and there was no way in the world that she would make him breakfast in bed. They entered the lobby all giggles. Peaches had asked Cameron to recount the story of what had happened with the guy that had felt her up, and Cameron's description of the man's face as he was floored by Cameron's punch had made Peaches smile and smile. Cameron was so funny, she thought, and so strong. And he'd done it for her. She touched him lightly on the arm, feeling the muscular bicep that had sent that fist so powerfully into that creep's stomach. In the lift they stood a yard or two apart. Cameron smiled cheekily and took a step closer. Peaches giggled and stepped in as well, looking up at him. The bell chimed and the door opened. "You know, this really is a great flat," said Cameron after they entered. "I might make a few changes, a stronger colour here and there maybe, stainless steel kitchen appliances, you know, man it up a bit, but I do like it very much." Peaches looked round her flat... Pete's flat. He'd never really thought of it as lacking a masculine edge, but now, seeing Cameron in it she could see what he meant. With Cameron in residence the d?cor would need to be stronger to match his presence. Peaches wandered into the bedroom with such thoughts on her mind. Maybe furniture of a darker wood would suit Cameron better, she thought.... though that didn't mean that she couldn't also add a few flowers to give it a little feminine touch for herself... "Straight to bed I think," came Cameron's voice from behind her. She hadn't realised that he had followed her into the bedroom and she turned abruptly, a little startled. Cameron, though, was clearly making himself at home. His shoes were already stowed under the bed, and his trousers were gathered around his ankles. Peaches found that she couldn't help but stare, her big blue eyes opened wide and trained upon Cameron's thick legs, packed with well-defined muscles that twitched as he moved. Peaches briefly looked down at her own legs, so smooth and long, so unlike Cameron's. Cameron had now moved on to removing his shirt and, as each button came loose, Peaches could see more and more of that broad chest that had so comforted her in the club when he had held her close. It was strong, hard and tanned. It looked warm and safe. Peaches' legs carried her across the room seemingly on their own initiative, without consulting her brain, and she was almost startled to find herself standing just a few inches from Cameron as he looked up from his still only partially open shirt. She placed the fingertips of one hand against his exposed chest. It was warm. A thin layer of softness over a rock-hard core. Their eyes were locked together for several moments as the two of them stood, immobile, feeling the warmth radiating from the body of the other. He was too good to ignore. She wanted him. She raised her face, closed her eyes and gently parted her lips. She was rewarded with the feeling of his mouth upon hers and his hand running though her long hair once again. This time it was more urgent than in the club, more purposeful, and wilder too. Their tongues entwined and released again and again. She bit his bottom lip lightly and looked up at him with heavy lidded eyes. She pressed herself to him and his hands came to rest on her bottom. She felt held, possessed, and she loved it. She had no idea how far she wanted this to go, but she knew she didn't want to stop yet. He lifted her into the air effortlessly and carried her to bed, throwing her down so that her boobs jiggled playfully on her chest. Climbing on to the bed with her, Cameron kneeled above her with one leg either side of her splayed skirt. Gingerly, she raised her hands to his shirt and watched almost as if a mere spectator, as her own slender, pink-tipped fingers released the final few buttons. He was magnificent. She ran her fingers over the muscles of his toned stomach. The experience astonished Peaches. Pete had never desired to be overwhelmed before, but now all he could do was imagine how easily this strong man could pin her down. How he could do whatever he wanted with her. She was his plaything. And it intoxicated her. Cameron easily balanced on one arm and moved his free hand to her waist. Maybe he knew that she wanted him to be strong, maybe he just desired her so much, but now his grip was firm as his hand moved slowly up her bare midriff, up and up, beneath her white-with-black-polka-dots bustier, to finish heavily, possessively, upon her breast. Peaches was held. Her breathing grew heavy. All she could think was that she hoped that he liked holding her breast. Even though her tit lavishly overspilled even his large hands, she hoped that it was enough for him, that she was good enough for this man above all men. He grinned. She smiled a relieved smile to see his pleasure. Slowly, like the darkness descending at dusk he moved down upon her, his hand still laying upon her breast. She felt the warm skin of his stomach upon her own, and then his weight, more and more of his weight placed through her. He seemed huge. Well over twice Peaches' size and infinitely more powerful. His face was now inches from her own and their eyes were locked together as in a trance. He was taking possession of her and he wanted her to know that he was doing so. His other hand was now at her face and his fingers traced the line of her fine, arched eyebrow and then her plump, parted lips. Revealing his white teeth with a smile he slipped one finger inside her mouth. She sucked. He was inside her, just ever so slightly. And all she could do was suck. In that moment it was what Peaches was made for. She whimpered a little as he withdrew his finger and then gasped as he brought his hand down to her other breast. Cameron now held both of Peaches tits, one from below and one from above, with her silly little top twisted irrelevantly between them. Cameron pushed himself up into a kneeling position, looming over the prone girl beneath him and then took a hold of Peaches bustier, yanking her up into a sitting position as he removed it over her head. Peaches was now roughly lifted from her wide hips and propped up against the headboard, the movement causing her bare boobs to bounce on her chest. It was the first time they had been released from her clothing and Peaches looked down at them, noting their rounded, high shape and magnificent size. They were without doubt the best tits she had ever seen, and her overwhelming feeling was one of gratitude. She was so thankful to Cameron for giving her such wonderful, perfect boobs that would allow her to give him so much pleasure in return. She looked again into his eyes, hoping to see great happiness there, but Cameron's face was hard to read. His eyes were intense, his mouth firmly closed. "Do you like them?" she asked timidly. "Show them to me" he said, "Hold them out for me to see." This Peaches did without question, lifting the soft mounds from beneath. It excited her to obey him. Cameron reached out slowly and then paused, his hand less than an inch from her skin. She breathed more heavily in anticipation, causing her chest to rise and fall dramatically. Moment by moment, Cameron extended a finger and brought it to her breast. His touch sent shivers down Peaches spine. HE was touching her tits. She couldn't have explained why it mattered so much to her, but it did. He continued his exploration, bringing his finger to her crinkling nipple and pressing and rubbing there gently. Peaches felt a strange new sensation between her legs. A warm, gently pulsing feeling and she knew she was becoming aroused. Cameron now brought his face down to her teat, teasing around her areola with his tongue. Instinctively, she pushed her tits up a little more, inviting him to taste more deeply of her flesh. Cameron's attentions grew in urgency and force and then his hands were upon her, having their way without any boundaries or resistance, holding her waist, squeezing her giant tits and scratching down her taut flat tummy. Peaches writhed in ecstasy at his touch. Her mouth was open in passion and guttural moans escaped her lips. He silenced her momentarily with a kiss, wild, biting, and deep. Cameron was now close to her and she could feel his rock hard dick pressing into her stomach. It seemed huge pressed between them. A great sword capable of splitting her open. The warmness inside her began to intensify and change. She could feel the lips of her pussy begin to swell as her blood supply prepared them for action. Suddenly all she could think about was this man's penis. She had to see it, to touch it. With Cameron once again turning his attention to her tits, she reached down between their writhing bodies with the intention of taking his cock in her little hand. She stopped just short. Could she do this? She was still a man inside, wasn't she? Pete had never wanted to touch a man before. It even would have made him recoil. Why was it so different now? Peaches' qualms shattered like glass as Cameron took her nipple in his teeth. She tensed, arching her back, and sending her hand down, wrapping it around Cameron's cock under his briefs. She felt it in her hand, hot and hard, and there was no going back. She yanked down his underwear and gazed down as best she could past her own chest to the shaft in her hands. Cameron moaned deeply and she smiled. She loved to turn him on. It made her moist to turn him on. She began to stroke it, up and down, and circling around at the head. Soon Cameron began to lose focus on what he was doing and leant against her, panting as she continued her ministrations. He seemed to be loving it, but she could also see from his darting eyes that he didn't feel that he was done with her tits yet either. She knew what to do. She knew what would make him happy. She released her grip on his cock, and leant back against the headboard. Placing her fingers around her tits, she squeezed them together and held them down slightly towards Cameron's crotch. He grinned at her, understanding the signal and her heart skipped a beat in joy. "Oh, you are a dirty little slut now aren't you?" he said. Peaches was too excited to speak, so she just nodded and giggled as Cameron knelt upright and angled his dick into the base of her cleavage. Cameron was slow at first, allowing her to find just the right way to cradle his cock with her big soft boobies. His dick felt hard against her breasts, but they were easily big enough to encase it on all sides. She was so happy to make a cosy little home for him. Cameron began to thrust harder and stronger and Peaches had to squeeze her tits hard to contain him, even causing her to slightly scratch her skin with her long pink nails. Cameron was now past the point of considering how she felt, fucking her titties with wild abandon. Peaches gasped as the head of his penis emerged again and again from the valley of her tits, reaching ever closer towards her face. Finally she felt it swell that last little bit and begin to pulse. The realisation came as a shock. She was going to get cum on her face. He was going to send hot sticky strings of semen all over her pretty painted lips and eyes. Her mind went blank for a moment as she tried to think about how she felt about this impending event. A little part of her was ashamed. Astonished that she would allow another man to mark her as his territory. And yet.... Her mind twisted and fought, trying to make sense of it all. But there was no point in thinking, she realised. She only had to feel. To desire. And there was no doubt. She wanted it. She wanted it so bad. Peaches, formerly, and in a part of his heart still a man called Pete, wanted nothing more than to feel this powerful man's seed splattered across her face. It was what her face was meant for. It was the ultimate satisfaction of all the painstaking beauty that was created there. Cameron erupted. More and more cum shot from the end of his dick, covering Peaches' mouth, chin, and tits as he screamed out in ecstasy. Peaches could only smile and stare up into the eyes of her conqueror. He gazed back at her, a smile of deep satisfaction on his face. "Good girl," he said. She smiled and rubbed his semen over her tits. "Very good girl." Cameron looked her up and down for a few moments before continuing. "Now I'm happy, let's make sure you're happy too," he said. "After all, only the best is good enough for my girl." He grinned slyly and then reached down and lifted Peaches from her hips before flipping her over to face the wall. He manipulated her body to the position he desired, on her knees with her legs splayed and arms supporting her as she leant forward against the wall. In a flash, Peaches' skirt and little white panties were pulled down and off over the heels she still wore. Cameron began from her ankles, moving his hands slowly, slowly up her smooth hairless legs, massaging gently with his thumbs as he went, causing Peaches' skin to come alive inch by inch. Soon he reached her knees and he turned his hands around to scratch up the back of her womanly thighs. Shooting feelings of excitement flashed between Peaches legs, causing her pussy to grow hot and wet and her back to arch in pleasure. She tried to turn her head around to smile at Cameron, but she was stopped by an iron like grip at her neck, turning her face back around to face the wall. "You don't get a say in this," came Cameron's voice, in a new rougher, even deeper register. "I'm going to bring you to complete, uncontrollable ecstasy, till your sweet little cunt is gushing and there's nothing you can do about it." Peaches lost her breath for a moment. She was his instrument to be played for his amusement. And she loved it. His hand released her neck, Cameron confident that his order to not get involved would be complied with without the need for physical enforcement. The free hand was brought around in a wide arc and then driven firmly against Peaches' arse, causing the flesh there to jiggle for a moment and Peaches to let out a high pitched squeal. "Mmmm, that is a proper woman's bottom right there," Cameron enthused as he massaged her arse roughly. He brought his second hand to her other buttock, alternately squeezing her butt-flesh together and then separating them, stretching her pussy open as he did so. "You have the roundest, juiciest butt Peaches," he said, "Announcing to every last man on earth that you are a girl there for the fucking." Both of his hands now snaked over her hips and large strong fingers found the creases between thigh and crotch and angled in, slowly advancing closer and closer to Peaches dripping wet pussy. Peaches moaned in anticipation, but Cameron kept her waiting. Bringing one hand back to her rear, Cameron closed his other hand firmly around her tiny waist and then brought it up slowly to stroke the lower regions of her left breast, carefully appreciating its perfectly rounded contours and then hefting its substantial weight. "Yeah, you're all girl now aren't you Peaches? One hundred percent soft, compliant, fuckable girl." Peaches moaned in response and Cameron was silent for a moment. "Answer me," he said, quietly but with terrible force. Peaches hesitated, but there was only one answer "Yes," she whispered. "Good girl," said Cameron, massaging her tit with greater gusto, and moving his right hand away from her arse and up between her legs, inches from her swollen pink vagina, then half an inch, a quarter, and then softly, ever so softly over her outer labia, stroking up and down as Peaches' moans became groans. "I want to hear you say it. Tell me what you are slut, and I'll make you feel it." This time the answer came quickly from Peaches' quivering lips. "I'm a girl. I'm your girl. I'm made to be fucked and I want you to fuck me." The fingers between Peaches' legs now advanced further between her legs, moving up to her clitoris and massaging the hard little nub there through it's hood of skin. Cameron rolled her between his index and ring finger. Peaches pussy was now throbbing with pleasure, soft waves of ecstasy emanating from her vagina and lapping over her body. Smaller pulses came from her thick nipple as Cameron continued to circle and gently press her there with his other hand. Peaches aperture was now fully open, fully prepared for penetration. Keeping his fingers on her clitoris, Cameron slid his thumb up inside her, pressing against the front wall of her vagina. It hit Peaches like lightning, as her second orgasmic button was pressed. The soft waves grew to overwhelming proportions, peaks of pleasure seeming to tower beyond her comprehension, and then they were crashing down around her. She screamed out, "Ohhhh! Cameron!!!! YESSSS!!!!" and groaned deeply, feeling herself gushing around his hand. He eased off for a moment but didn't stop, and Peaches thought she might shatter into a million pieces. He leant in and kissed her neck as she gasped for breath. Soon, those waves gathered renewed force and then broke again, this time softer but longer, great plateaus of bliss that seemed to extend on into a distant horizon. Finally, Cameron removed his fingers from Peaches' cunt and rested both hands on her hips, which swayed and rolled involuntarily from the afterglow that filled up her little body. Every inch of her skin was awake. She could feel the cool air on her breasts as they swung heavily beneath her and the tickle of her hair as it hung down in front of her. She was aware of the soft bed on her knees and the high heels still strapped to her feet. And now she could feel Cameron's dick. Hard against her leg, and growing harder. And hot. Hot for her. It moved slowly up her inner thigh and came to a stop, brushing against the outside of the swollen lips of her vagina. He was going to fuck her now. She knew and she smiled, waiting for him to thrust into her. She waited. And waited. "Fuck me!" she moaned. Still Cameron waited, silent. "Please, please fuck me Cameron. I want to feel your dick inside me. So much!" Some part of Peaches couldn't believe the words coming from her own mouth, but there was no denying her feeling. A moment more of silence. "Let's go to the balcony." Something clicked inside Peaches mind. The balcony. That was part of the trial run. She was going along with it. She had gone with him to the club, drunk cocktails, danced up close to him, and now she was on the very edge of having sex with him. "Ah...." she hesitated. She wanted him to fuck her so badly, but she was terrified of going to the balcony. If nothing else, what would the neighbours say if they heard them out there? He'd always be reminded of it every time someone gave him a funny look in the hall. Cameron picked up the signals, and massaged her great swirling arse a little more as reassurance. "Come on baby, that balcony there is just made for it. It would be so hot. I want all the world to know that I'm fucking the most beautiful, sexy girl in the world." Cameron's dick gave a little twitch as he spoke, pressing harder against Peaches' pussy and parting the lips a little. She tried to push back against him, but he withdrew quickly, leaving her gasping. "C'mon babe," he continued. "Just once. Live a little. Don't you want to have that experience? And you're selling the flat anyway so what does it matter what anyone thinks?" Peaches brain managed to function for a moment. Yes, Cameron was right. Even if they did have sex on the balcony, the trial still wouldn't be complete. There was still breakfast in bed. After tonight, the flat would be sold and Pete would no longer be a girl. Peaches twisted around to look into the face of the man who had just given her so much pleasure. His expression was cheeky, passionate but honest. He was a man of his word, she thought. If she did this for him, he would surely buy the flat. She smiled and batted her eyelashes and stepped off the bed. She looked around at him again, his smiling face and his raging cock. She began to walk towards the balcony doors, her heart pounding in her chest. With every step she felt her bottom sway sensually and her boobs bounce playfully on her chest. She giggled at the thought of it. A few hours ago she had been a man, a sad lonely man, and she hadn't even met Cameron. Now she was giving him a show with her bountiful feminine charms and she loved it! She loved her body. She loved that he loved her body. She loved...... She reached the doors and paused. Was she really going to do this? She felt a presence behind her and knew it was him. She giggled again, feeling the warmth radiate from his skin and knowing that he was thinking of her. She opened the doors and strode out onto the balcony. The lights and sounds of the high street rose from below and the warm summer evening enveloped them. It was cool, clear, beautiful. And then his hands were on her again. Strong, firm, unshakeable. He had her. She was his. His hands rested on her wide, womanly hips and she leant forward over the railing, her giant tits hanging freely over the street below. She felt his cock, once again upon her round beautiful bottom, and then against her ready and waiting cunt. He thrust into her. He felt impossibly huge inside her. Her eyes opened wide with the new experience and then her pupils dilated and her long eyelashes fluttered as she suddenly felt so at peace, so happy, so fulfilled. She rolled her hips and eased him further inside. This is what she was made for, to be a home for Cameron's cock. He withdrew slowly, helping her to feel even more clearly the sensation of the opening of her pussy wrapped around him, and then he thrust in again, deeper, grunting loudly as he did so. She gasped and tightened her grip on the railing. She felt her giant boobs bounce on her chest with the force of the impact. "You are so hot," he exclaimed. She smiled, as wide a smile as she had ever known. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever known," he whispered, leaning in close to her ear as he thrust into her cunt once again. He was now fully inside her and his hips slapped into her rear. Peaches felt so warm, so happy. She had never felt this way before. So desired, so cheri