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Wet Dream By RavenRift ----------------------------------------------------------------------- - This is specifically XXX smut that will be updated from time to time with new chapters. Each chapter will feature a different scenario, and the table of contents will tag each chapter with keywords and cup-size so you can skip and read at your leisure. I will attempt to write each chapter so that they can be skipped if desired, but with an underlying plot for those that wish to read in its entirety. If you enjoy it please leave a review. It's the only way I can get feedback from readers, since all reads do are give me an idea of how many people found it, not necessarily who liked it. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- - TABLE OF CONTENTS Use ctrl+f to search the chapter tag. Prologue. . . . . . . [CH000] (Masturbation, B-Cup) Synopsys. . . . . . . [tl;dr] Chapter 1 . . . . . . [CH001] (Redhead, DD-Cup) Chapter 2 . . . . . . [CH002] (Secretary, mmf Threesome, D-Cup) Chapter 3 . . . . . . [CH003] (Teacher, Stripping, DD-Cup) Chapter 4 . . . . . . [CH004] (Librarian, F-Cup) Chapter 5 . . . . . . [CH005] (Cowgirl, Masturbation, D-Cup) Chapter 6 . . . . . . [CH006] (Bondage, ftm Transformation) Chapter 7 . . . . . . [CH007] (Cheerleader, Gangbang, H-Cup) Chapter 8 . . . . . . [CH008] (Stewardess, C-Cup) Chapter 9 . . . . . . [CH009] (Magician's Assistant, Public, DD-Cup) Chapter 10. . . . . . [CH010] (Cultural - Native American, G-Cup) ======================================================================= Prologue [CH000] ======================================================================= It was a long day. I had just inspected the newest skyscraper's foundation and had a few run-ins with the foreman about some problems. He didn't think the foundation was as structurally unsound as I thought it was and a whole slew of other problems that will melt away as soon as I grabbed a drink. I sat down at the bar next to Jason, my self- proclaimed wingman, and ordered a scotch. "You came back?" he asked with an eyebrow raised, "I thought that bitch ganked you in the back alley." He took another sip. "What are you talking about?" I asked. He seemed concerned since normally he would already have a girl lined up for me. Instead he was alone with all exits in sight and jumpy about everyone that walked by. "That girl, earlier, the goth chick you tried picking up without even saying a word to me! Man, she was pissed, I thought you would at least wait a week or two before returning." Jason's dark brown hair seemed to have a little white in it. It's been losing its color for some time, this past week must have been pretty stressful, especially since I haven't been to the bar yet. His hazel eyes seemed distant somehow. "Jason," I started, "I've been tied up at work all day. I wasn't even sure about coming here now, let alone during my inspection earlier." "Well," he said with a sigh of relief, easing up from his previous intensity, "Good. That chick was pissed. Pretty hot though," he said with a smirk, losing a little bit of his beer as I hit him in the side. We talked for a bit, he checked out girls, overall the night was pretty normal. To my relief Jason never tried to get any girls over to introduce me, probably in fear of drawing attention tonight after what he described. This guy that looked similar to me apparently started molesting some poor girl, and even tried dragging her out of the bar. He sounded pretty drunk from the way Jason described his inability to stand, but apparently he tried to leave and the girl followed him out and had a screaming match. Jason never really thought it was me, since that's not my style, but thought it might be the drink. I don't think bars are places to meet girls, I want to meet someone with class at a library or something. Not the place I go to unwind. The girls here aren't the settling type, or the respectable for that matter. I looked to the corner where the goth girl Jason described was. She was still fuming wither her two friends, and none of them ever looked up from their conversation. She was hot, like Jason said, long dark hair, easy C or D cup, slim waist, wide hips. Even all the black and chains wasn't too distracting from the overall piece. Her eyes drifted up and met mine for a moment and I could feel my heart stop. All I could see was pure, unhindered rage, and I quickly looked away and went back to the conversation with Jason. We stayed for about 3 hours total before calling it a night. I hadn't too much to drink, but walked anyway since my apartment was only a few blocks away. I made my way across the bar's emptying parking lot when the streetlight above me started to flicker. I looked up at it, unable to hear the typical sound of faulty circuits, and became uneasy. It went completely black he second I stood directly under it, so I hurried my pace. The next light did the same thing, flickering, soundlessly, and going pitch black as I stood under it. The moon wasn't out tonight, and most of the shops had already turned off their lights for the night. No cars could be heard, only my own heart pounding further and further from my chest. I picked the pace up once more. A figure rounded the corner ahead, but I didn't pay it any mind and kept walking, until their light went out as well. This caught my attention, making me stop dead in my tracks. I stood, paralyzed in horror, as this figure walked forward, putting the lights out above her. I eventually gathered myself enough to turn around only to see a second figure doing the same. I darted down the nearest alley telling myself that I was only dreaming. My breath was heavy, and my feet sore, but I didn't pay it any mind and continued to run. About halfway down the alleyway the streetlight ahead went out and another figure stepped in after me. I turned behind me and saw the previous two walking down to me. There were no windows to escape through, no walls to climb. All I could do is get out my federal ID badge and announce that assaulting me would carry heavier consequences than an average person. It was my only defense, weak. I was grabbed by my shoulders and pinned against the wall. It was the goth girl from the bar, as I expected, and her two friends. "I warned you to go home and nothing would happen you stupid piece of shit," she hammered out, spitting purposefully in my face. I tried to talk, but the blond on the right interrupted. It was dark, but she was very clearly wearing a lot of pink. She seemed to be a preppy girl fresh out of college, still holding onto the previous years, "-who said you could talk?" she spat out, "you lost that right when you targeted our sister here." Our? Sister? It made sense now why this bunch would band together. At least I have comfort in that I guess. The redhead on the left piped up, "you know guys, I don't think that it-" "-Shut up Lilah," the dark haired goth said, "It's my attacker and I say it's him." "Well, just, his aura-" She said trying to defend me again, but the blond waived her hand and the redhead was unable to speak even though her mouth moved. "I- I- was a- at work all d-da-" I tried to say, unable to property form my words before the goth took her hands off me and waived her hand as well, silencing my tongue. "Leanne," the goth said, "let Lilah talk. We need her for the hex." It all sounded surreal. Aura? Hex? Seriously? I always belvied there was a little something more the world had, but I had never wanted to find out like this. The blonde, Leanne, waved her hand and released Lilah from her hold. "Here's the candle Lara, I'm sure you want the honors." She handed the goth, who I assume is Lara, a black candle and a match. I fell to my knees, too weak to stand, and looked to Lilah for help, but she refused to look me in the eye. "You messed with the coven, boy." Lara said, lighting the match on my nose and bringing the flame to the candle. "You want to objectify a woman, that's fine. You will feel the same displeasure tenfold." She poured some of the wax over my head burning my scalp and chanting. "You will forever be the desire of those around you, and fulfill their fantasies like how you said you wanted me to fulfill yours." She poured more wax over my head and the other two chanted something equally incoherent. "I'll show you a mercy, though, one that you would not have shown me. You will not be any object, but only a slave to an extreme desire." I had no idea what she meant or was talking about, but she poured more wax over my head as all three chanted something in unison. "Go home. Look in a mirror. You have until sunrise to familiarize yourself. Enjoy your day off tomorrow, Steven Hallows." She dropped the candle to the ground, putting out the flame with the drop. The change in lighting messed with my eyes slightly, but when I came to they were gone and the street lights at either end of the alley were lit. All that was left behind was the black candle she dropped with some weird symbol on it, but I kicked it as hard as I could under the dumpster in frustration. I scanned my body and gave myself a pat- down. Everything seemed normal. Maybe I let the heat of the moment get to me. Magic? I wish it were real, but seriously don?t think that could honestly happen. Besides, if she did know magic than she could tell that my name wasn?t Steven Hallows, it?s Dean Collins. As soon as I got in the apartment I stripped off my clothes and stumbled to the bathroom. I originally was going to shower, but after that fiasco a bath would soothe the nerves a little more. I drew the water and threw some soup bubbles in, then turned to the mirror. ?Everything looks to be in order,? I thought to myself, rubbing the stubble on my chin. I grabbed the shaving cream, but it was out, so I threw it away and reached under the sink for a new can. I popped the cap off and sprayed some in my hand. I looked in the mirror to apply it, but my facial hair was gone. I stared at myself for a good twenty seconds before a wave of heat overcame me. I?ve had hot flashes before when sick, but this was a wave of comfort. I looked in the mirror to see my face slightly slimmer, and my skin was much smoother. I rubbed my cheek only to feel a heavenly softness and... nails? I looked at my hand to see my nails have grown quite a bit, but perfectly filed and kept. My chest started burning with the same orgasmic intensity the rest of my body felt as it molded itself into two new breasts, barely large enough for a training bra. As that started my hips gained the same burning intensity my chest had. I stared at the mirror to see my hips expand slightly wider than my shoulder, which were now supporting a solid A-cup pair of tits. My hair was now twice its length, and changing from its previous brown to a dirty blonde. My green eyes turned blue as my hair continued to extend past my shoulders, bringing my attention to my now B-cup chest. I was significantly shorter, but that was the least of my concerns right now. My attention immediately snapped to my manhood, stiff as a board as if it was trying to escape its fate. I tried jacking it off, hoping to prolong the process, but found my grip getting harder and harder to maintain as it shrunk in size. I took a few steps backwards and climaxed as I tripped backwards into the tub, spraying the largest load I have ever released all over the mirror, and splashing water all around the floor. In my panic in this new female form I continued fondling my new clitoris in my continued vain attempt at remaining a man and thrashed even more from the pure electric pleasure I can feel. My wide hips didn?t allow for any movement at all, but my twisting caused my newly formed sensitive nipples to brush the side of the tub, only giving more pleasure and exponentially increasing what I already felt. My spare hand flew to my tits as my other explored the new clit. I screamed in pleasure, hearing my new voice for the first time, which only aroused me even more. I shoved my nipple to my mouth, stretching a little just to suck on it. The sensation was more than I could handle and I climaxed almost on the spot. It all happened so fast. I just laid in the tub staring down at my new body. It must have been 3 in the morning by the time I finally got out of the tub and looked at myself in the mirror. I was cute, an easy heart-stopper, but had that sweet look of innocence. I grabbed my breasts again, this time not so crazed, and the sensation was just nice. Playing with them a little was similar to getting a very sensual massage, but without too much effort. It wasn?t long before the smell of my new vagina hit me with its need for more, and frankly that last orgasm was the best I think I have ever had. I fondled myself more, feeling up and down my sides and shuttering at each touch. I had a woman?s touch which I apparently still liked, and a very satisfying body to release. I moved my hand slowly back down to my clit and started to flick it around again. I tried with all of my might to remain standing, but I bent over and leaned my whole chest on the counter while strumming away at the most pleasurable thing I have ever had in my life. It wasn?t long before the energy started building up inside of me and I whipped my head up, screaming in ecstasy. My mouth rubbed against the mirror, pulling my bottom lip down as I stared into the eyes of a woman with a strong desire for sex. My lip rubbed over the semen I sprayed earlier during my transformation, and I couldn?t help but rub my whole face over the fucking mess. I tried to east as much of it as possible, but my impatience got the worst of me as I managed to get it all of my face and chest. Removing my hand from my boob I managed to start shoving it in from around my face to my mouth and climaxed for the second time, collapsing to the floor in my bliss. I bathed again, slightly in disgust, and turned myself into bed. I would masturbate another five times before finally falling asleep. I dreamt an accelerated version of my life, except that I was female instead of male. I had flashed of my first boyfriend, father-daughter days at work, my senior prom where I lost my virginity underneath some guy, and working my way to where I am today. I awoke calmly and dragged myself to the bathroom. I looked in the mirror to see my old self staring back, cleanly shaven as if nothing happened the night before. I sat down on the can to do my business, feeling the back of my head. I must have hit my head a lot harder than I thought when I fell in the tub last night, my head was killing me. I got the mop and started cleaning the spill from the previous night thinking about the craziest delusion I had the previous night. I took my temperature and had a high fever, I would be calling off work today. As I went to phone my boss the doorbell rang. I answered it to see my neighbor next door. ?Shut and listen Steve,? He started, ?I don?t care what bimbo you bring home or what you do, but can you keep it down? I couldn?t sleep all night.? And with that he shoved me backwards, stepped into my apartment to grab the door, and slammed it shut. Needless to say, my world just shattered. ================ Synopsis [tl;dr] ================ I went to a bar to meet up with my best friend Jason and was mistaken by a witch as someone else. Lara and her coven, Lilah and Leanne, hexed me into transforming into a girl when I looked in the mirror. I masturbated rigorously for a few hours until I fell asleep and woke up as a man again. I thought I was delusional, but my neighbor complained about the screamer bimbo I had over last night. Namely me, confirming what happened. ======================================================================= Chapter One [CH001] ======================================================================= My name is Dean Collins. Age 26. I recently had a run in with a witch who mistook me for someone else and cursed me to ?please those around me like I wanted her to please me.? Unfortunately I don?t really know what that means yet. What I do know, however, is that night I turned into a woman before my very eyes in my own bathroom and masturbated vigorously for hours. Luckily, I turned back the next day when I woke up. I spent all of the day after my adventure at home in bed on my laptop, looking up everything to do with magic. I was running a light fever, but overall nothing too bad. Almost everything that I found conflicted with each other, so it was impossible to tell what was real and what wasn?t, if any of it was to be believed anyway. I wouldn?t be going to the bar tonight, I feared too deeply what would happen if I ran into that witch again... Lara I believe her name was. Instead I researched, napped, joined a message board, got fed lines of bullshit, slept, researched more, took another nap re- resear- research... DING DONG! The sound of my door bell scared the living shit out of me as I leapt out of my bed and grabbed my lamp for dear life. Had it been a home invasion they would have probably left laughing at me for how ridiculous some average-built white male looked trying to defend himself with a lamp still plugged into the wall. I sulked over to the door and opened it to see Jason standing there. ?Dude, where were you last night?? He said pushing his way into the apartment and setting something down on my kitchen counter, ?This crazy hot redhead chick walked right up to me and asked for you, YOU. No offense buddy but you can?t score without me.? He turned around and walked into my living room, plopping down on the couch. What he said wasn?t offensive, anything I get long-term I get on my own so he doesn?t know what he?s talking about, but I could swear I told him I wouldn?t be going to the bar. ?About last night, I. Um. I was sick,? I stammered, unable to truly tell him what really happened, ?That goth chick sort of caught up with me the night before, I mean.? ?What? Really?!? Jason said in surprise, ?Well you?re not chopped up into little pieces and mailed around the world at least, hahaha. But damn dude, you missed this smoking hottie. She had on this tight dress and walked all sultry like. I didn?t get anything the previous night and was trolling for some tail, and KNEW I wanted her.? I moved over to the couch across the room to sit down, holding my head. As much as I truly, really wanted to hear this amazing tale, my fever started to spike again tenfold from yesterday. ?-and when I say red hair,? he continued, not noticing my obvious state of mind, ?I mean that orange freak color. You knew she liked it rough. She had that perfect body. And hourglass that would put a porn star to sh- sha- uh, did you dye your hair?? I hadn?t ?And did you shave your legs and arms?? I didn?t. ?I know I?m blue-ballin? here, but you?re starting to look a lot like that babe last night.? My body felt like it was on fire. It wasn?t long before I realized that this wasn?t a fever, but another transformation. I grabbed my hair which now hung in my eyes and stared as it changed to a brighter and brighter orange. Jason looked like a cartoon almost with how far his jaw dropped. My hands brushed my face as I clutched the couch, once again feeling the familiar softness of my new cheeks. My feet ran back and forth along the length of the couch as I fell sideways and rolled onto my back. My hands started to run along my shorts as they became silkier and started melting together into a skirt. I caressed my expanding hips, getting off almost on the new sensitivities growing all around my nervous system. My moans were getting lighter and lighter in pitch. I reached up my skirt and felt my penis fade away into its cave and rubbed the new vagina folds. My feet got caught in the fabric, the heels that somehow appeared on my feet not allowing the motion anymore. I stared at Jason panting heavily with both hands on my chest, pushing down as hard as I can, but to no avail. ?H-help... make it st- stop.? I pleaded in my now sultry voice. My eyes moved away from his and onto my chest. They were now the size that they were two days ago, but weren?t slowing down. They continued ballooning, and the more they grew the closer to climax I became. I stopped pushing them down and instead found myself fondling them, almost in show for my cute guest. They pushed on and on to just passed DD, but their weight was insane. As the sensations faded I sat up quickly, feeling my hair fly to the side and the weight of massive chest swing me so far off-balance that I fell down the other way on the couch. Jason was speechless. ?Th- this is what that girl did to me, sweetie,? I said, not believing the little pet names I started to throw in. ?You- you- you look just like her. Only, a much bigger rack.? He said in disbelieve, ?Like the size I wish they were so I could fuck them.? Almost like magic I felt the biggest sexual urge that I couldn?t resist. I rolled off the couch and hurriedly crawled to him. He started to resist, but I pulled his belt off so fast and ripped his pants down without really giving him a chance. I pulled my top down just as haphazardly and grabbed my massive jugs, spitting between them and rubbing them together to lube it up. I grabbed his fully erect cock and started to massage it with my new tits. ?Fuck those tits like this?? I said, looking up at him, ?I bet you jacked off to this image, you dirty, dirty little boy.? I couldn?t help myself. I was still myself. I could still think and remember, but I wanted this. This was something, deep down, came up and needed to emerge. I lowered my head to suck on the tip of his dick between thrusts, letting my salvia keep him lubed and smooth. Occasionally I pulled back and sucked him off, using my wrist like a pro to stimulate him further, but quickly put my tits around his hard cock again and continued getting him off. With the amount of effort and energy I put into it, it wasn?t long before he blew himself all over my face and tits, but I didn?t stop. I continued going, prolonging his orgasm and growing jealous of his pleasure. It felt so warm and thick, and the bits that got into my mouth tasted like heaven. I plopped his declining prick in my mouth to clean it off and started cleaning off myself with my finger and eating it. The site of his little cumdumpster got him excited way too quickly, and it grew to at least an inch larger than it was before, straining to stay on his body and not fly into every orifice I had to offer. Seizing the opportunity to get myself off I stood up and hiked my tight skirt and plunged him deep into my soaking wet pussy without even a second thought. My first dick ever filled my entire cunt, and not an ounce of pain. I felt him inside of me, much further than I anticipated. I started to quiver with excitement only to realize I was actually cumming. I tried giving him lap dance with his pole inside, but the sensation was too great for me to handle. Taking the lead, Jason rolled me onto my stomach so I was face first into the couch, and did so without leaving my begging cunt empty. He started pumping me from behind while I lay there taking it like his personal sex toy. My orgasm started to chain and set off others, making me thrash around like a bull trying to buck off his rider. Like a pro, Jason grabbed my voluptuous hips and held on tightly, pounding me even harder. I clenched the pillow between my teeth to prevent screaming, but I was loud enough to get Jason going enough to unload his nuts inside of me. I lost it. The warm feeling spraying everything was so wild, so hot that I fell completely limp and moaned very quietly in total satisfaction. As Jason finally snapped into himself again he blushed, grabbed his clothes, and ran out apologizing. It took more effort for me to sit up then I put into that titty fuck, but I managed to make it to the kitchen counter and see what Jason set down there. It was a lantern with a white candle in it, almost burned out. It had a letter taped to it titled, ?To the cursed.? I opened it: I?m sorry about last night. Lara was out of control, but I took part in it. I am not sure if you are or are not her assailant, but please listen. Karma is a force to be reckoned with. As you may know, what you give you get back tenfold, however it is much more complicated than that. Karma takes time to act in order to allow us the chance to take matters into our own hands. This may be returning a favor, or taking revenge. Revenge, however, is tricky since it is easy to overcompensate what someone deserves. You tried to rape Lara, so a type of sex curse was placed on you. That is just. However, because of I have my doubts, punishing the innocent can have very bad consequences. Consider this gift my apology. I cannot lift the curse, for betraying my coven is a bad deed all on its own, but I can alter it. This candle is a blessing. You must pinch the fire out with your bare fingers, which will hurt if you are hesitant, to receive the rewards. Right now your changes can be seen, and remembered, by those around you. This blessing will circumvent the memory and events around you so that you will not have fallout with co-workers or friends, however anyone that has been affected by the curse prior to this blessing will still remember their encounter, and will continue to remember if you have a future encounter with them. Other than previous relations your life will simply go on as normal. If you let the candle burn out, then that is a rejection of my amends, and I will not be spared cosmic punishment. If you are guilty, I am not worried about your rejection, but should you be innocent I pray that you will set me free from my trespass. - Lilah I finished the note and looked at the lantern. The candle was almost out, it?s been burning all night. I needed to be able to make others forget, but the idea of allowing one of those bitches suffer an ultimate price sounded too good to pass up. If only I could remember who Lilah was... the redhead or the blonde? Seeing my own red hair in my face, I took a leap of faith and put the flame out with my fingers almost seconds too late. I carried the note with me to the bathroom to get a good look at my new body. My hips swayed back and forth forcefully, causing me to trip on my own center of gravity several times, and the heels weren?t helping. It took almost a good 2 minutes just to get across my house and look in the mirror. My hair was already shrinking back to its original size and the heels were gone. My chest was still large, but dwindling, and my hips nowhere near as exaggerated as before. What was unmistakable, though, was the face looking back at me. It was clearly that red-headed witch, and I hoped she was the one named Lilah. I was too busy staring at myself reverting back to normal that I never realized what was written on the back of the note: P.S. Since we function as one, I find it only fair to tell you that forgiving one of us forgives us all. ======================================================================= Chapter Two [CH002] ======================================================================= ?Come on, come on,? I muttered impatiently under my breath as I held my phone between my shoulder and ear, trying to get my pants on for work. Jason hasn?t spoken to me for three days since our... incident. He wasn?t at the bar, and neither were those witches. My fever finally broke yesterday, since I?ve been dying to get to work and look up some possible public records on Steven Hallows, and if I?m lucky some not so private ones. I just needed to find out who this guy was, and just how similar he was to me for me to get cursed in his place. ?Voicemail, shit,? I swore as I chucked the phone on the bed and started putting on my shoes. I grabbed my phone when I was done and shoved it into the holster where it belonged, grabbed my bag, and rushed out of the apartment. I?m sure I had a lot of paperwork, but that was fine with me since I was a little nervous about going to any construction sites in my current condition. I was still unfamiliar with what triggered my transition, since there have certainly been horny guys at the bar the past few nights, yet I never changed or felt the need to suck them off. They say three sets a pattern, so let?s just keep it down to what we already have. I made it to the office, flashed my ID badge to the guard, and made my way to the elevator. ?Door courtesy!? I heard from somewhere in the hallway before the doors closed. The signature of my boss. He yells it every time he approaches an elevator just to save the 20 seconds of waiting if he misses the elevator. I held the door until he rounded the corner and entered, panting, ?Oh, Dean. Good to see you?re alive.? He sounded irritated. ?Every day above ground is a good one sir,? I replied, wishing that were true. ?I took care of that tower case for you,? he stated, ?you?re the only one I have with the balls enough to tell a man with that much power backing him no. you?re indispensable Dean.? He was praising. I hate it when he praises, it always leads to him asking for a favor. Still, better than most bosses, I actually like Mr. Revens. ?In fact, I took care of all your desk work.? ?Well, thank you sir. But, I must ask, why? None of it is due until the end of the month, I still have three weeks,? I said, flabbergasted at this. I really hope he isn?t trying to warm me up to inspect that site again. I swear that foreman isn?t getting any at home and would really hate to wind up being the one to do it. ?Well, I need a big favor from you Dean,? he said. The elevator wasn?t going nearly fast enough. I hate working close to the top floor on days like this, ?Claire, my secretary, hasn?t shown up in nearly two weeks. You?re the only one that knows her filing system, and the only here that will tell those vultures ?no? when they call.? ?Why don?t you replace her? It?s been two weeks.? ?Claire is a very special girl, Dean. I?m sure you understand that it?s not easy to replace someone of her caliber around here. Well, just thinking of her just, well, you know.? He said as my body froze. I knew exactly what he meant, and the nervous knot that twisted in my stomach started to churn and the familiar warm feeling started to spread throughout my body. I wrapped my arms around my chest as if I was cold, shivering, despite how on fire my body felt. I could even feel my dick getting rock hard in my pants, which I still don?t understand. I stared at the near flawless reflection of the elevator door. I never noticed how clean and reflective these doors were before. Mr. Revens stood perfectly framed in the door on the left, and I stood perfectly framed on the door to my right. He stood upright, and I had always thought him old, but he has a certain air of attraction to him. His skin doesn?t show his age, but his hair gives that hint of experience. It was very alluring. He didn?t seem to notice me buckled in pain at all even though he looks over at me on occasion. It looked almost as if I was sinking through the floor of the elevator as the buttons and ceiling started to rise above my line of vision with my shrinking height. My tits started to grow shortly after, pushing my tucked in shirt out of my pants. They were nearly the size of the other day, and just as perky. I could feel them with every little movement, especially without the support of a bra. I reflexively grabbed one of them to feel its weight. I stared at myself in the reflection of the door, mouth gaping open as if I was having sex when I noticed that I didn?t shave today. Not that it mattered since my face started to shift and smooth out, eyeliner and some foundation appearing on it. My normally straight hair started to grow wavy and reached down just passed my shoulders. I grabbed it and started to stroke it, smelling some kind of fruit shampoo. Mr. Revens was still talking like normal about how great this secretary was, oblivious to what was happening to me. This elevator seemed like it was crawling. I heard a popping sound as I felt a tang in my hips. They started to widen while my waist slimmed, pushing my belt up since it was still set to my male proportions. I started panting and moaning, feeling my pants stretch to the point where they started tearing. My voice started to crack and get higher in pitch, and still Mr. Revens stood there talking like nothing happened. My light blue button-up shirt started to get lighter as it turned white and shrunk to fit my form tightly. If I thought it was tight around my chest before, it certainly was now. It almost made up for not having a bra. My shoes as well started to extend in the heel and pinch my toes together. Everything started to get blurry and I thought I was passing out, but the glasses that appeared on my face cleared everything up. I now had earring and a necklace that must have appeared earlier without my noticing. My pant legs started to melt together and pulled my feet closing in as they formed into a pencil skirt. I lost my balance and fell onto Mr. Revens, grabbing his arm for support. I quickly recomposed myself, took a step back, but it?s like he never even noticed. He turned to face me, his mouth covered in lipstick as he wiped it off just in time for the doors to open, ?and that?s why I?m glad you?re back Claire. I?ll see you in the office.? He slapped my plumb ass as he walked out of the elevator and rounded the corner towards his office. My blouse was untucked and my skirt was now hiked, but I don?t remember doing anything... yet. I walked into the hallway and went straight to the restroom to tidy up. I really couldn?t be walking around like the office slut now. I started to straighten up my skirt and smooth out my blouse, re-buttoning the top button. Every bit of arm movement made my big tits bounce and jiggle. The sight of them in the mirror showed how fluid they moved, but the sensation of them on my chest moving like that amplified everything. My tender nipples brushed the silky fabric so sensually that I found concentrating on even these simple tasks to be difficult. I was breathing heavy from a combination of new mass on my chest, and the near masturbation I got from moving. The door to the bathroom opened, but I didn?t pay it any mind. Erick, who works in the office over from mine walked in and stopped dead in his tracks. We usually had breakfast together every day about this time in the break room and talked about some of the finer qualities of our most appreciative clients, mostly a sarcastic bullshit fest. ?Hey Erick,? I said as usual, but my high voice caught me off guard. The idea that I was Claire now was so surreal that it slipped my mind. I whipped around to face him, and the urinals in the corner of my eye told me that I was in the men?s room. ?Claire,? He said, with his eyes full of sorrow, ?I thought you left because of, well, complications at the workplace.? While his eyes showed sympathy, the way they were staring straight at my stiff as ice nipples and his drool gave away his desire. ?Well, I worked through those complications,? I stated, hoping that was the right response. ?You, you did?? He said, a glint of hope in his eyes. ?And?? ?... And I decided to try one more day.? It was the safest response. It allowed me to spend another day here, but explains mine, no, Claire?s absence when she doesn?t show up again. ?Thank god,? he said, rushing in and embracing me. He buried his face in my neck and kissed it. ?Let me show you why you should stay,? he said, still kissing. My body wasn?t frozen, I could resist. I even raised my hand to push him away. His fantasy didn?t change me into this, Mr. Revens? fantasy did. Claire may be his, but I felt that I wasn?t bound to his will. I pushed him away, ?wh- wait. Why?? He said, completely distraught. I wanted to say to get back to work. I wanted to tell him that the complications weren?t really resolved. I wanted to just say no. I didn?t, because more than any of that I was so aroused that letting him continue seemed to be not a bad idea. I was completely in control, but some carnal desire urged me to continue. I ran in and grabbed his face, shoving my tongue in and around his mouth. He returned the favor and planted a hand on my protruding posterior. My leg wrapped around his waist as my arms went around his neck. I couldn?t get enough of the passion he offered. He used his free hand to hoist me up so I was entirely wrapped around him, choking on his tongue. Erick set me down on the counter as he undid his belt, rushing to get his pants down. I followed suit, tearing my blouse off and tossing it on the ground. My perky tits were free of the rubbing that turned me on so much, but something else was making me dripping wet. Erick?s cock. He started unbuttoning his shirt, but I couldn?t wait. This curse didn?t need his dick, I did. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in so hard that he lost his balance and fell right on top of me. It was hot how fast this was happening, I was barely able to keep track. I felt him sliding in, still not used to the idea of being filled. It felt so much better on this end, I wondered if I would want to stay this way. He started pumping me, without trouble since I had no panties to move away and I was so dripping wet that I could feel it slide down my crack and into my ass before dripping into my skirt. He lofted me off the counter while I embraced him, using his large muscles to lift and drop in a way that easily added an extra inch to his manhood. We still made out like it was going out of style, and my whole breast pressed against him, rubbing around with every thrust. I felt the climax coming, but it lingered just far enough awy to only tease me. In the heat of my fucking someone else entered. Erick stopped, but I kept humping him, unable to satisfy my own desire. It was Owen, from accounting. He was a larger guy, shy around women. I doubted he ever lost his virginity, ?shove it in my ass!? I cried out, finding it hard to talk between my moaning and biting Erick?s lip. Owen didn?t hesitate, he dropped his pants and whipped out his rock hard dick. I clenched tightly to Erick as I felt a second penis slide into one of my orifices. It didn?t hurt at all, probably because this body does that, and the lube from my dripping pussy made it so that it went in without a problem. I made sure to stick my ass out on my descents to press against Owen, and pleasure him as Erick leaned in to bite on one of my tits and suck on it. Owen, taking cue reached around and grabbed my other tit, both stimulating me in various ways. I imagined that I would be bouncing between them, but rather I have found myself bouncing in rhythm to them. It took only a moment before a fluidity emerged and made this much easier. The pounding in my pussy and jerking in my ass was the best sensation I have ever had. I stifled my moans as best I could, but the more I felt their cocks rubbing against my insides, the harder it got to maintain focus. I kept pushing them deeper and deeper into me, unable to get enough. Owen panted and blew his load inside of my ass, painting the insides with his juice and falling out of me to catch a breath. His warm ocean spray filling me and dripping out was enough to set my own orgasm into motion. I threw myself around so violently that Erick ended up on his back and me on top of him. I kept pounding his rod into my with such ferocity that it triggered a second orgasm on top of my first. I found it unbearable, as did Erick because he soon blew himself up inside of me as well. I couldn?t take it anymore, that second load triggered a third orgasm while the first was still in effect. The only release I had was to make out with Erick again, biting and drooling all over each other. It was the hottest sex I?ve ever had, and I had it as a woman. I managed to get myself standing, my legs like gelatin, and pick up my blouse. I put it back on and noticed that Owen had already left. As I was fixing myself in the mirror Erick walked by and slapped my ass, sending a chill through every nerve in my body not unlike the electricity I feel when my nipples are played with. I made my way to the office, still riveting in the aftershocks of my orgasms, and sat down at Claire?s desk. I may have been getting used to the heels, but my body just did not want to move. I found getting there to be a near impossibility with how much this sex crazed body wanted to just lie there and soak it in. Sitting in that chair, which was upsettingly much nicer than my own, was the only solace I would allow myself. I figured I should get most of her wor done first before doing something personal in case Mr. Revens came out to see how I was doing, or for play time. I started to file the mountain of papers that were piling up on her desk, wondering if I would ever get done with this. My boobs constantly got in the way, since my arm would often brush into them and make them shake all over the place. This shirt was very tight, and only moderately supportive, but this was almost too much to handle. The door to my right opened and Mr. Revens stepped out, I was only halfway done. ?Claire,? he said, talking a step forward, ?I finished with my work for the day. I couldn?t stop thinking about that elevator ride up,? I really had no idea what he was talking about. I spent the whole ride popping out my hips and growing tits, ?The way you crawled all over me, it?s like you almost wanted to eat me. You mouth desires so much,? he said as he undid his belt, ?Let me satisfy your taste, you?ve always said that the taste of my cum is the only true thing that can quench your thirst for sex.? I tried to resist and continue my work. I needed sex earlier, but that was different. Sucking a guy?s dick? I already sucked Jason?s and felt nothing but shame afterwards. I felt forced. Was it really all that different? Was choosing to fuck a guy really so different than being magically compelled to? It is, yes. This isn?t my fantasy, this is his. I was unable to resist, I found myself turning in my chair to face him and started to lick his limp penis like a lollipop. ?you?re soft, Mr. Revens,? I cooed in a seductive tone, ?I?m going to have to choke on your meat until you blow the most mind-blowingly delicious wad of cum into my throat that my sex drive will finally be satisfied.? I could hardly believe what I was saying, but the way his dick perked right up and inserted its girth into my mouth showed how much he loved to hear it. I gyrated my wrist around the shaft of his cock while tenderly sucking the tip. His leg quivered from anticipation, and my mouth watered with a desire to swallow as much cum as it could get a hold of. It wasn?t long before my hand started to slid off of his cock as I started to shove it deeper into my mouth. It wasn?t near the throat yet, I was taking it slow, teasing his desires. I flicked the tip of his dick with my tongue, using it to massage him in places my hands can?t get to. I pushed more, starting his descent into my throat. Every time I pulled back and went in deeper on the return, expertly knowing how to blow him. Soon I had all of him inside of my mouth, I wasn?t able to go any further. To him, I was still teasing though, holding back. Unable to take anymore, he grabbed my head and started thrusting. I could feel his abdomen touching my nose as he fucked me in the face. He started slow, but picked up the pace a bit. My body adjusted to compensate, and loved the idea of getting the shit fucked out of me. I moved a hand down to play with my clit, soaking my fingers in the juice that was pouring out of me. Mr. Revens fucking my brains out was more than Erick was able to do. Claire really had a craving for cock, and this was more delicious than any special meal prepared for me in the past. My tits bounced around, rubbing the fabric in its usual sensual way. I almost started to climax when the biggest shot of cum flew out and down my through, but not before saturating my tongue with the sweetest, most desirable flavor in the world. I found myself sucking him off even more, trying to get every bit off of him and swallowing it. I couldn?t get enough. Mr. Revens had to pull away and pull his pants off because I wouldn?t stop, ?I love that about you Claire. You clean up the mess so proficiently.? I heard the words, but started to return to myself in mind. The aftertaste was still mesmerizing, but I felt shame in the pit of my stomach, and the jizz I just swallowed. At least it was over, the body was certainly easy to please, but all I really wanted was to be me again. Mr. Revens was still talking, but I turned back to the monitor and continued to work. Most of my attention was on my reflection in a picture frame on the desk, though, waiting to turn back. And waiting. And waiting. And it wasn?t happening. Why wouldn?t I turn back? I played his fantasy, I did the game. That was the deal. I could feel anger boiling up inside, and frustration piling on top of it. ?Claire, you seem so tense,? Mr. Revens said as he placed his hands on my shoulders and started to massage. I had almost forgotten he was there since I was too occupied with my own set of problems, namely the set on my chest. ?I had my release, but all I really want is for you to have yours, let me release you from your tension.? He pulled my chair back and kneeled under my desk, pulling me back in. He started to roll my skirt up, ?you?re so wet down here, it?s no wonder you seem so upset. Don?t worry, I?ve never forgotten about your needs before.? His fantasy wasn?t over, it was just beginning. At least it could never be said that he doesn?t take care of his employees. ?Like always, I love it when you work while I?m down here.? He said as he started to separate the folds of my vagina and lick it. Perhaps this was my chance, for I was unable to move around the office with the papers and I had no more work to be done that required solely the computer. I brought up the federal records mainframe and was asked for a login ID and a password. I couldn?t think of anything, and found it extremely hard to concentrate with his tongue flicking my clit in such a way that I wanted to just collapse. He was a real pro as using his mouth to satisfy a woman?s cunt, so much that it made concentrating require an iron mind. ?You can?t think can you?? he said as his head poked up from under the desk, ?here,? he said while typing in her login and password. He never questioned what I was doing, but it was some miracle that he was so willing to put it in without my asking. Hell, it was some miracle that I got Claire?s job for a day just as I truly needed it. I didn?t know what I would do if I didn?t turn into her for the day, since she?s the only one with access to these records. I started to type in ?Stewvman Hsl,lows? but found my ability to hit the proper keys faded with my tension. His tongue was a real work of wonder, much more precise than shoving someone into me and pulverizing the fuck out of them. I needed to concentrate though. There was only a half an hour left in the day, and this was my one shot. As much as I loved to be sexually satisfied in this body, I would never willingly get transformed into some nymphomaniac if I could help it. I decided to work a little more slowly. I can concentrate on one key stroke at a time, and avoid errors. It took me about five minutes just to type his name, simply from the moist bliss going down in my nethers, but I managed to get his name in and hit enter. Only one hit, fortune is really looking up to me. Had there been more I would have more research to be done, but this is the one and only place. I tried looking him up from home on social networking and public databases, but no one by that name came up. Here, though, it shows that he build a house ten years ago and ownership has never changed. County records must have messed up the paperwork if I didn?t get a hit at home, but I have him now. I wrote down his address on a sticky note and fell backwards. The tongue of a god was still racing around my clit. I raised my legs onto his shoulders and clenched, pulling him in deeper. Taking the cue, he buried his whole face into me, rubbing the stubble of his 5 o?clock shadow on my thighs and making my sexual desires soar. I caught myself moaning, which I must have been doing the whole time, and tore my shirt apart. I groped one of my tits and shoved the other in my mouth. I could finally put all of my focus on this intense pleasure, and escalated it beyond the sky?s limit by participating. My soft breast in my left hand loved to be stroked and fondled. The instinct a guy has to just grab a tit and play with it really works a wonder in sex play. My right hand guided my right tits into my mouth, my tongue moving into all the right spot on my nipple to truly put the icing on the cake. In comparison to the cake, though, the icing was cheap. As great as my tits felt, and as much as I got out of them, nothing could top the expertise Mr. Revens had going on down there. I climaxed and squeezed him with my thighs so hard I thought he might pass out. The man must have lungs of steel, because he was still going, making me buck and flail until the chair fell out from under me. Still, he held on like a champ and continued going down on me, causing the orgasm to last what seemed to be hours. He didn?t pull back until I stopped moving. He thought my orgasm was done, but in reality my muscles just gave out. He moved up and started to suck on and play with my tits for a few minutes until he stood up, straightened his tie, and headed to the door. I could feel my heavy mammaries heave and shift with every breathe I take. The feeling got lighter and lighter as they started to shrink. A stern voice broke through the air, ?Good job today Mr. Collins,? I heard as the door opened. It?s like he didn?t see me lying on the floor with my shirt ripped open and shrinking breasts. ?We had a good talk. You had some good points and I will be regrettably terminating Claire and replacing her starting tomorrow. You seemed to have completed her entire workload, which would have taken her several days. I would hire you, but you?re the best damn inspector we have.? And on that note, he left. I felt my muscles regain their strength and sat up, buttoning my shirt up again. I still had a load of work to do, but all the papers were gone and filed. It?s like nothing ever happened. Erick walked by and knocked on the open door, ?Hey man, thanks for picking up the tab on breakfast again. I owe you next time.? He paused and looked around the office with a hint of sadness. ?Um, no problem,? I responded. I didn?t eat breakfast today, but I?ll go with it, ?Say. Do you know what ever happened to Claire?? Erick flinched. He looked away from my gaze before responding, ?no, why would I?? he said, worst liar in the world, ?I?ll miss her though. A real joy around the office. I really enjoyed her company, you know?? ?More than you can imagine,? I said as indifferently as a human could possibly sound. Erick left as I grabbed my stick note with the address on it and stuck it in my wallet. It seemed my day went on as normal to everyone else. I really should thank Lilah for that if she ever shows up again. The situation though? Unforgiveable. I hope Lara gets the worst end of karma that it has to offer, at least knowing she will pay carries its own kind of comfort. I pulled out my phone in the elevator and tried to call Jason. It rang twice, but then cut to voice mail. He hit ignore. Why couldn?t I have used the lantern before becoming my best friend?s wet dream and fucking him? ======================================================================= Chapter Three [CH003] ======================================================================= The next few days were stressful. I looked the phone number up to Steven Hallows? house through his address, but hung up like a nervous high schooler trying to call a crush. This was the man that was responsible for my condition. If he didn?t make a move on some crazy juju lady, I would be living a normal life. What upset me even more was this idea that I enjoyed the changes while they were in effect, but felt nothing but shame and confusion afterwards. I couldn?t tell if the spell made me enjoy it, or if my new body did. Needless to say, I?ve been showering a lot more often just to try and get the feeling away. To top it all off, I lost a friend in the process. It took a week of going to work and thinking about who this guy could possibly be before I finally came around to calling him. I didn?t know what I would say, I hadn?t thought of it, but the disconnected dial tone told me that I didn?t have to think of anything. I needed to go to his house, this landline was no good. What was I even thinking? Barely anyone even uses landlines anymore. After my shift I drove over. He was about a 20 minute drive from my apartment I estimated from where he was off of main roads. I certainly would have a lot to think about on the ride home, that?s for sure. It was about 6 o?clock and the sun was still lighting the streets. The suburban neighborhood was very warm and comforting to look at, but that only made the situation with this potentially dangerous man seem even more alien. It wouldn?t be too long to sunset, though, so I hoped he didn?t start an early night out on the town. My legs shook violently as I raised my finger to the door bell. I held it there for a moment before finally pushing it. The moment of truth was here. A well-dressed suburban woman answered the door while putting an earring in, ?Oh, glad you could make it,? she said turning her back to me and walking away. Did I really look so similar to this guy? ?You said you couldn?t come tonight,? she continued, her voice trailing off as she wandered deeper into the house. I stepped inside to perhaps get a better understanding, and besides, the real Steven is apparently not going to be here tonight. ?Adam has been struggling with his math. Seriously, that boy, free ride through collage and he may fail a class in his first semester.? This shouldn?t be a problem, I used math almost every day of my life with my job, tutoring shouldn?t be hard. Perhaps this Adam kid knows a little more about ?me? and can give some insight. I sighed with relief since a confrontation wasn?t going to happen, at least not tonight. A man, slightly taller than me with dark hair stepped out into the living room putting on a tie, ?I?m so glad you could make it,? he said, ?Adam?s in his room, straight back. Help yourself to anything in the fridge, you can leave when you normally would for a session.? He took his eyes off me and looked over at the woman, ?Let?s go, we?ll be late for our reservation.? He stated as he walked out the door grabbing a oat and keys. Neither of them said goodbye, and simply closed the door and locked it. I moved over to the kitchen, standing at the sink and staring out through the window there to the back porch and pool. Something didn?t feel right, they made me feel like a stranger in this house, when this is my supposed residence. I couldn?t help but shake the feeling that I?m in the wrong house, but something in the pit of my stomach told me to talk to Adam first. Worst case scenario is that I help some collage kid pass his next math test, which really didn?t upset me. The house was much more silent with Mr. and Mrs. Whatstheirfaces gone, so still that I could hear some voices in the background. My heart felt like it started to implode on itself, causing a great discomfort as my face started to feel a little ticklish. I walked out of the kitchen and started to head through the living room. I tripped over nothing and fell into the couch, catching myself. My sides felt like they were crushing in on themselves, but the pressure was one of the more pleasant feelings I have ever felt. A certain quality that can only mean one thing. I stood up and stumbled again, my expanding hips made walking harder since every time I found my center of gravity they would grow again. It felt like my ass was wobbling as I walked, stimulating my shrinking penis. I stopped in the hallway to feel my sides. My waist was slimming nicely, but my hips were aching with the same feeling you get after a hard workout. I pulled my pants out just in time to catch my micro-sized penis vanish into the folds of my vagina. I felt it crawling up my insides, rubbing places that have never truly been touched. The delight of a new soaking pussy distracted me from noticing the tugging feeling on top of my head. I stepped into the bathroom briefly to look at my reflection, and staring back at me was an unfamiliar figure wearing my clothes. My hair lightened to a blonde, and was pulled back into a bun. I also noticed that the tickling feeling on my face was my facial hair receding into itself. The taste on my lips brought my attention to the ruby lipstick adorned to mark any territory I may kiss. I had to get to Adam?s room, maybe it wasn?t too late to reverse the process. My underwear shifted to a smooth, sensual under apparel that simulated my pussy as I walked, causing my movements to slow. My pants melted together into a skirt, and my shoes became heels so fast that I was thrown forward and onto my knees. I was almost at his door and could hear that the voices were from some porn that he was watching. I tried to get up from my hands and knees, but a stretching sensation on my chest kept me down. I was steaming in these clothes, my male mind still turned on by how sexy I was becoming. Why did all guys have to desire such curvy babes? My expanding tits were coming into being with such stimulation that I almost mistook them for someone fondling them and sucking on them. The larger they got the more it felt like someone was massaging them, causing me to moan in an alien voice so high that I startled myself. The porn in the background only made me hornier. My boobs were growing out of hand, reaching the DD size of my first fantasy I fulfilled. I shuddered as my undershirt started to squeeze me and rub my stomach on its ascent to my massive tits, they swayed and shivered as my body did, but were wrangled into place by the bra that shaped from the shirt. The lace from it tickled me as I rose from my position. My tits bounced me around, causing me to stand up awkward, but I managed to compose myself to walk over to the bedroom door and knock. He mustn?t have heard me moaning in the hallway like Mr. Revens didn?t seem to notice my changes a week ago, or he thought it was a part of his fantasy on the computer. I heard him jump inside and a slamming sound of the laptop. The jingle-jangle of him struggling with his belt-clip reminded me of the time my mom almost walked in on me when I still lived at him. The door opened and standing before me was an average built college freshman with a room that reflected how lazy he was. ?Adam? I do believe that I am here to tutor you,? I said with a sultry voice that should have made him cum in his pants. I felt like I was coming onto him, as if ?tutor? was not what I thought it was originally. His mouth was wide open as he stared at my huge tits, concealed entirely by my blouse buttoned all the way. I forced my way into the room and sat at the foot of the bed, crossing my legs. ?I?m glad you could come Ms. Kellum,? he started, looking through a pile of papers and pulling out a workbook, ?You were the only teacher in high school that made any of this make sense.? He rummaged through his backpack, pulling out pencils and a calculator. He sat at the head of the bed, facing me Indian style and opened the book, ?I would have never graduated if you didn?t help me last year, let alone make it into my junior or senior year!? This was bad, this kid has been fantasizing about this woman since a sophomore in high school, I can only imagine the sort of dreams he wants to unload onto her. Just thinking about those dreams, though, saturated my panties with excitement. I still can?t tell if I am the one that desires this, or this fantasy world body. A thought that will be made clear during what I have deemed shame showers. We worked on a few pages over the next ten minutes doing some warm up problems. They were simple math concepts that I could easily do, and he seemed to have little trouble with. Once the warm-ups were done we reached a page in the workbook that was entirely blank. ?This is where I started having trouble,? he said shyly. The page was spotless, though. The previous few pages were erased, had notes, and other such marks. Here, though, nothing. What was this kid trying to pull? We started on the first problem, which was very similar to the concepts we just reviewed, and he didn?t know where to begin. ?Adam, why don?t you bring up something on the internet real quick. It?s a video I saw in collage that helped really set this in my mind,? I stated, hoping to get through this as soon as possible so that I could ask him about Steven before his parents got home. He grabbed his laptop and opened it, causing the porn he was watching before I entered to pop up full blast. I didn?t see the screen, but the way the woman was screaming in the video told me that she was climaxing, and her begging for jizz didn?t make things any less awkward. Adam blushed and slammed the laptop shut again, hiding his eyes from mine. My body ached to be played with like the woman he was watching, and without really even thinking about it I suggested something his mind probably caused me to say, ?Adam, why don?t I make you a deal. For each question you get right, I?ll take off an article of clothing.? He face beamed with disbelief, but a hint of excitement. ?Or you get to do something to me. However, your clothes must stay on. They start coming off only when I?m completely naked.? He was silent. Adam didn?t know how to respond. I doubt he even believed me. Here he was, in his own fantasy, and can?t believe that this is happening. I leaned forward, placed a hand on his which made him freeze, and guided his hand to write the answer down on his workbook, ?Very good,? I stated, taking off a heel and tossing it aside. I could see that he was disappointed it wasn?t my blouse, but that would ruin the tease. I could see his pants practically bulging out from the stiffy he?s hiding, but he got to work fast. The kid knew what he was doing and worked through the next problem like it was nothing. The little sneak probably knew math all through high school and used it as an excuse to spend time with this Ms. Kellum. My lips watered at the thought of his frustrations coming to fruition through me. ?I- I-? he started after finishing, not even waiting to see if its right, ?want a kiss before you take off anymore.? He said, still not making eye contact. Desperate to get him as excited as possible, I grabbed his face and leaned in, pushing him backwards while I planted the wettest kiss I could imagine. My body practically did it on its own, but it got me going as much as it did him. Sitting back in my spot I looked at his crotch again, it was larger than before. Adam was raging hard, my mouth watered as much as my pussy waiting for us to begin. He knocked out the next problem without a hitch again and demanded I take off the other heel. I did so while he pumped out two more problems demanding my stockings. I started to slowly slide them down, ?Adam,? I began with as alluring of a voice I could muster, ?why don?t you get your homework since you clearly don?t need the help. The deal still stands, but at least now you?ll get something lasting out of it, hmm?? He looked heartbroken at first, probably thinking he was real slick, but the promise to keep going rekindled his spirit. I threw my other stocking at him as he pulled out his homework. Definitely more questions than we have clothes between the two of us, it seems we may get more playtime than I anticipated. After the next question he demanded my top. Gladly I stood up and gave him a show as I