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Daydreaming
by Boredsitting
There is no plot. I know. Don't judge me. It's just my musing on the
process of becoming someone/something else.
The racy story online continued to dwell within my sleepy mind. The
lights have been turned out, and two layers of winter blankets overlay a
smooth, creamy feeling sheet encasing me on my overly-large bed. A
vertical beam of feint light leisurely eases itself across my wall from
an unfortunate gap in the curtains. The winter's chill threatens any
thought of leaving my castle of a bed. In the story, some arrogant jerk
gets his comeuppance by a gentle, deliberate transformation into a
slutty, young girl by a curse that a decrepit, old witch gave that he
somehow insulted or wronged. Piece-by-piece the guy finds minute
alterations in his appearance and behaviors. Without conscious thought,
he begins to take on the identity of the girl until that is all he is.
His demise is usually concreted by a sexual act that, at first seems
innocent and true, becomes a fight for his very survival doomed to a life
of a whore by his uncontrollable urges.
What would that feel like? What would it feel like to know that every
action that you make will slowly seal your fate as a wonton, young girl?
Such a crazy idea, huh? We all know that it can't really happen, but the
experience would be golden. Relish the experience of feeling your body
give in to lust and desires that you normally would not seek, but it
envelopes you and rewrites your inner being into one of passive
servitude. To become completely owned by a man.
A loud slam rips my attention to a shadowy, crooked figure draped in a
hooded robe shambling through my unhinged French doors from the hallway
behind. Her long, twisted visage cloaked underneath the pointed hood
indicates decades of mistreatment and malice. Her slow, plodding stride
is assisted by a knurled oak cane in her right, clawed hand.
I sit up with a start, but before I could even lift the sheets off she
opens her hand towards me and my motion jolts to a stop. My surprise and
alarm immediately disappear, and my body slumps back in a relaxed state.
All that matters now is that I stay within the covers and welcome her
into my life. What in the world?! Welcome her into my life! This old
hag just busted down my door, and I'm just going to lie here and do
nothing? My anger explodes, and I jerk up only to be calmed once more.
"Stay where you are," she croaks. "There's no need to get up for my
sake. You won't even notice me in a moment anyway." Her toadish voice
rasps with a wheeze, but her words rattle my core. "You're wondering why
I'm here, aren't you? You're lying there in your warm bed contently
dreaming of living the life of a girl, and I'm here to give it to you."
My thumping heart skips a beat at her revelation. My mind is wracked by
the surrealness of the situation, and my fingers tingle with adrenaline.
"You've been a bad little boy. It is because of you that my little girl
is no longer with us. Your arrogance and selfishness destroyed my little
girl's will to live, and now I'm here to bring her back."
Shocked speechless, I shuddered at her insinuation that I would kill
someone. She was speaking nonsense. I honestly would never hurt another
person to that point. Out of the corner my eye, I spy the telephone
beckoning me to alert the authorities.
"Oh no, child. You don't want to use that phone right now," she warned
somehow reading my mind.
Again, I try to speak to her in an effort to get a hold of some sense of
understanding about what is happening around me. It's as if my
disassociated mouth just won't form the words that my mind is sending to
it.
"My little girl was going to give me a beautiful grandchild when she met
you. You swept her off her feet, and she would do anything for you.
But, you just couldn't let your girl have another man's child, could you?
COULD YOU?" Her verbal attack shocked me into a rigid state. I honestly
have no idea who she's speaking about.
"Well, then. By the end of the night, you will become her," she warns
pointing a jittering finger in my direction. "Oh, yes. You will become
my beautiful little girl, and I will finally meet my sweet, lovely
granddaughter."
With that warning, she fades into nothing leaving my heartbeat to fill
the empty space of my darkened bedroom. I sit in place with the covers
pulled up to my bare chest. My soul is traumatized into a vegetative
state by her warning echoing within my ears scraping at my sanity and
digging gouges into my fragile ego. For some time, my eyes refuse to
blink and my breath stays within me out of fear that she will return.
I'm too scared to whimper or cry. The only refuge I have is this warm,
soft bed underneath me, so I slide bit by bit until I can hide within its
safe layers. Strangely, as if the recent event was somehow less intense,
calmness eases my mind into slumber thinking about the threat she made.
I knew that it was her doing like before, but the calmness I now swam in
was preferable to the alarm from earlier.
"Hey roomie. You got drunk again, I see," my roommate asks from outside
the broken door bringing me out of my sleep. "Dude, you need to lay off
of the juice if you can't control yourself."
After quickly shaking the cobwebs from my mind, I peer out from behind
the covers to inspect the damage to the door. It was still broken from
the outside-in confirming that my creepy visitor was not just a dream.
"Oh, crap, Sammy. It was some old lady saying that I killed her
daughter. Did you see her leave?" I knew that he wouldn't buy such a
silly story, but at least it attempted to take the blame for the broken
door away from a drunken stumble. He looked back in derision. I didn't
push the story any further, because it was too fantastic to believe
myself - and I witnessed it.
"Anyway, I'm not paying for it this time. You broke it, you can buy
another one before the landlord sees it. Here," he scolds and waves
towards the door," let's get this thing unhinged and put into the closet
before he comes." As if he has done this hundreds of times (and maybe he
has with is reputation), he single-handedly pulls the lynchpins out and
lays them down by the closet door. Still under the covers, I can see his
arms bulging out as he grips the broken door by its edges. I can see why
the girls all like him. His arms flex and bulge in an orchestrated dance
designed to entice any lookers-on with both admiration and even a little
jealousy. Magnetized my eyes scan his upper body wondering how it would
be to have those broad shoulders instead of my puny, junior high arms.
Without thought, my left hand feels the shoulder bone in my right
shoulder in an effort to punctuate how much bigger and manly my roommate
is than me. I am emasculated, but in awe and admiration of his physique
sending me into doubt over my sexual preferences.
With a shock, I can feel my erection growing. Oh, no! This can't be
right.
"I'm not really feeling it right now. Could you help me out?" I stumble
through my poor excuse and weak request. Again, he looks incredulously
at me, shakes his head and shrugs.
"My, you are demanding, you know that? It's a good thing that it doesn't
bother me much anymore, roomie. Speaking of demanding, I saw this chick
and her boyfriend on the way to class..." It was at this point when all of
my attention centered on the muscled hunk's body. My ears turned off,
and my eyes gathered as many images of his broad shoulders and curvaceous
ass through his jeans. Being roommates for as long as we have been, I've
seen his naked body several times. Inside, I begin to compare the man in
front of me to the naked roommate from my memory and decide that I was a
fool to miss an opportunity to bask in his nakedness before. Mmm, my
hand slinks down to my cock to caress and fondle it lost in a fantasy
where he joins in and takes over himself.
"Dude, did you just moan?" My roommate stands there looking puzzled.
When did he finish with the door? "That's crazy. You sound just like
that girl I was telling you about," he declares and leaves towards the
shared bathroom.
Instead of being embarrassed like I probably should have, I almost felt
liberated. He has to know that I like him by now, and if I have to
openly gawk at him then I will. The realization hit me like a ton of
bricks - I have a total hottie for a roommate. Why didn't I see this
before?!? I giggled to myself. It was a little louder than I
anticipated being under the covers. Mmm. It's decided then. I'm not
going to miss another opportunity to bathe in his hotness. I relish my
earnest moan from the erotic images shuffling through my mind and my hand
pulling on my cock.
"Sammy."
I must have gotten too much dust in my nose from my gooning, because it's
pressing my sinuses from inside. A sudden and intense upsurge of
pressure and inflate from between my eyes and tense up all of my facial
muscles. More and harder is presses outward. I can't breathe! Spasms
and jerks radiate down my throat and neck causing my muscles to tense but
not release. Oh, my God! My nasal cavities flex open and close within
my cheeks. The wave forces my jaw to close and clench tightly around my
cheeks. This is too much. Next, my eyes begin to feel the extrusion by
bending causing my vision to waver then go black momentarily. Why won't
this stop? My teeth begin to pop and creak as they move within my
clenched jaw. I grunt and whine curled up in a fetal position within the
warm, comforting blankets, and like a spring breeze it all lifts
releasing itself into oblivion. My hands, which were covering my
chastised face wipe away the tears that were squeezed out in the
onslaught. My vision and airways have returned allowing me to express my
surprise and distress in an exhausting banshee-like wail. My fatigue
doesn't let it carry on too long, though, as my voice gets caught up in a
fit of coughs.
Outside of the covers I can hear the feint hiss of the shower cease in
the bathroom down the hall followed by quick thumps of footsteps coming
to the bedside. Inside the covers I'm still buzzing from the shock of
the attack.
"What's wrong, are you okay?" He voice comforts heavy with concern. I
can feel his hand press down on my quivering shoulders from outside the
blankets.
"I...I...I'm okay," I answer back in an harmonic, soprano voice.
"Those must have been some nasty drinks you had tonight. Here, let me go
get you some hot tea and something to soak up the alcohol. Will you be
okay while I'm gone?" Like a child finding consolation after a bad
dream, my anxiety seems to lift away in his presence. I shake my head
rapidly from under the covers to signal my approval. Inside, my arms are
tightly wrapped around my body and my legs are curled up allowing my
knees close to my face. Once tensed with anxiety, but now they gently
release after his calming words.
The heat from within the blankets are starting to become a little
oppressive, so I let my head out to gather some fresh air. Across the
room, a cute, pixie face peeps out of the covers in the mirror. Her
almost-almond shaped eyes dominate her delicate countenance with a large
angel-bowed upper lip pushing out. I glance to both sides of me to see
where she is, but, of course, there is no one else in the bed with me.
Mesmerized by her beauty I grin and giggle a little using my hand to
cover up my mouth in embarrassment. She does the same. Her doe-like
eyes blink in a playful tease at me and she also covers her mouth. I
smile at her and she smiles back. Hmm, giggle! She's so cute. "I
wonder if she's Sammy's type?" I ask myself. Will he think she's pretty?
With a squee I hide myself again in the covers. I can't wait for Sammy
to come back. He's going to fall in love with me when he sees me. He
has to. He has to love me.
With that thought, my heart flutters taking my breath away for a moment.
I roll onto my back and bring my hands up to my chest to control the
flurries only to find that my nipples are so much more sensitive than
before. Mmm. They feel delightfully sensitive. My fingers rub around
my nipples causing them to stand up and rub against the bed sheets.
Excitedly, I trace spiraling circles up and around my growing nipples. I
moan in yearning. What would it feel like to let Sammy do this to them?
What if he (gasp) used his mouth on them? They feel so hard and the
tingles are growing in intensity. Soon, my whole chest is buzzing with
electricity, and I can't stop caressing my ever-sensitive nipples. My
hands rub the outside and pinch the tips bringing electric shocks of
happiness. Their sensation sends my libido into overdrive as my mind
dwells on Sammy between my legs caressing and kissing them sending my
legs into an unconscious spread. As if triggered, a warmth flows over my
chest and centers on my teased nipples as if someone placed a warming pad
over it. Both of my hands are now cupping the outside of my chest
massaging it outward. With each outward pull both sides seem to last
just a moment longer before falling back. The warmth pulses outward from
my chest and ending in my in each hard nib. Each caress pulls the chest
a little more each time, and a weight seems to settle each time. It
doesn't take long for the Sammy in my fantasy to cup each breast and
squeeze them together to form a delicious valley in the middle. Looking
down I spy my breasts rise up from under my collarbone and curve up into
each palm blocking any vision down towards my legs. They grow heavier in
my hands and I let go allowing them to bounce and pool heavily on my
chest. Out of sight, my hips glide back and forth begging my imaginary
lover to push his cock into me.
"I see that you are better," Sammy's voice rips me out of my reverie. Oh
my God! He saw me getting off. I'm going to die of embarrassment. His
footsteps come closer to the bed and a heavy weight on the other side
signals that he has sat down. I'm petrified, so I continue to hide out
under the covers.
"Here's your tea. I also brought you a banana. I know, it's not toast.
You are in bed, so I didn't want to bring anything that would have
crumbs."
He's so thoughtful and considerate.
"Come on. Come on out," he teases playfully in a sing-song voice while
lifting the covers with his fingers. I curl back grabbing the blankets
and pulling them around my newly-developed chest. My arms meet the soft,
jiggling mounds every time they bend, and it takes more blanket to cover
them. Looking out of a crack in the sheets above I see him lying on the
bed without a shirt on. Inside, I melt in giddiness. Those muscles I
was spying on earlier don't do justice to the view from the front. I
stare at his chiseled chest memorizing every bend and curve. My hands
subconsciously reach up to meet my own mounds on my chest to compare.
Mine are so soft and heavy pulling my torso down with gravity. Quickly I
pull away from my spying to look down at my two girls. Because I'm lying
on my side, they pool together forming a substantial cleavage in the
middle. Minute waves undulate to and fro within them causing them to be
in almost constant motion. I pull one testing its resiliency by bringing
my right nipple to my mouth. It doesn't reach, but the pulling and
anticipation added to my secret gooning has again gotten me very horny.
I cross my legs in frustration.
I'm still unsure about his reaction to my new face, so I continue to
shrink into the sheets.
"I can't help you unless you come out, sweetie."
I tense at the word sweetie. Did he just call me that? My belly quivers
at the thought that he thinks that I'm his sweetie. That's what
boyfriends and girlfriends call each other. Oh boy! Does that mean he's
my boyfriend? Oh, dear God please let that be true.
"Come on. You don't want me to fish you out."
Gathering up my courage I bring the covers over my head and down to my
shoulders while looking up into his eyes. He looks down and smiles
brightly. I briefly wonder if he can see my breasts below me squished by
my body. It would be okay if he could. I won't mind. Don't boys like
big boobs?
"There you are you little minx. Are you okay?" He hands me the warm
tea. The mug is still very warm as evidenced by a gentle waving column
of steam and decorated with the tea tag still attached to a string
dangling over the side like jewelry.
"I've been better," I responded not really wanting to divulge any more
details about the mysterious visitor before taking a sip. The warm
chamomile tea flows through me carrying a blanked of warmth into my
belly.
"Say, do you want to watch some television? I'm not sure about what's on
at this time of night, but we can find out."
Sensing the opportunity to be close with my boyfriend, I take another sip
and agree. I hand him my cup and he trades the remote for my half-sipped
cup of tea on the nightstand. He looks back down to me and smiles that
bright, melting smile again. I guess he doesn't mind that I look like a
girl now. In fact, he looks like he's enjoying what he sees. Feeling
confident, I twist around and sit up beside him on a propped up pillow
making sure my breasts are still concealed in the blankets - but only
just.
Sammy begins telling me more about his day during the show. I would be
more interested, but a sharp Charlie horse burns the bottom of my feet
and radiates upward into my calves. I grimace a little, but try not to
let on fearing that he would worry about me even more. I'm enjoying the
attention, but I don't want to be a drama queen. I stealthfully lengthen
my legs in front and pull my feet back to stretch. The burning
intensifies and carries further up my legs. If this is anything like the
previous two times my body went haywire, it will end very soon.
Remembering this gave me only a little comfort, but my prediction was
correct after a few long, antagonizing minutes.
A naughty idea pops into my head as my body recovers from the bout of
hellfire my poor muscles endured. I lean in onto Sammy's broad, supple
shoulder to rest my head while leaving a little more boob uncovered for
him to discover. My arms push them up as I adjust the sheet to reveal
the nipples into the cool bedroom air. I wonder how long it will take
for him to notice.
"...and he said that he didn't take too long. Umm, he took...he was in the
room way too long...umm." I see that I got the response I was looking for.
Wow, that was quick. He is so cute being tongue-tied by my boobies. To
play it up, I look up at him with my large, doe eyes and ask him to
repeat himself. He stammered and made a couple of random attempts to
answer me back. Tee hee! I'm so devilish!
Buoyed up with confidence, I pursue the next level of flirtation by
laying my head on his lap. He won't be able to resist. Who knows?
Maybe I'll get a chance to see his willie (giggle). Pretending that I'm
stretching my arms, I lean forward allowing the covers to completely fall
off of my boobs, scoot my hips over to the side, grab my hair to keep it
from falling into my face and gently lay my head onto his lap. He tenses
up and sits up a little more than he was. Once my head is laying down I
understand why. His clothed cock is right in front of my face.
Unfortunately, I can't really see it from under his towel, but I can
definitely see the mound that it makes and can just barely see the little
jumps it makes when a man tries to hide it. His lap is so warm. Ohh,
I'm so evil. He's putty in my hands.
To be honest, this position isn't really that comfortable for my neck,
and my hips are starting to feel some of the burn my feet and legs felt
just a moment ago. Sammy hasn't said much in the last few minutes, so I
turn onto my back and look up with a smile. My girls continue to slosh
and sway for the moment it takes me to see that he is completely
entranced by them. The dark brown nipples twist up in the cooler air to
point towards the ceiling. They have gotten a bit wider than when I saw
them before. Their weight forces them to gravitate to each side of my
chest.
"(giggle) What's the matter, stud? Boobies got your tongue?" I tease.
"They're beautiful. You've been wearing those tight shirts around the
apartment since you moved in, but I've never had the chance to actually
see them in person," he admits never moving his eyes from them. "I've
always wondered what they would feel like."
"I'm not stopping you, Sammy," I breathe. Baring him my breasts has
really excited me again, and I may have stuttered a little inviting him.
The growing heat in my hips continue to swell, but this cannot wait. I
will not keep his pleasure from him. Without delay, his large, powerful
hands travel up from my twitching belly and onto both boobs cupping them
in a hungry fit of lustful passion. His approach is a bit rough, though,
but I'm not going to complain. I'm giving him the best time of his life.
Me! Little me is turning my man here into a quivering, stuttering, mound
of horny putty. I've become a present to play with and enjoy as I open
myself to him.
Open myself.
If I really love him, then I should open myself to him. That's what
girls do for their men.
The burning in my hips roars causing my hips to forcefully push backwards
and forcing my legs to lift and spread. I cry out. Thinking that he's
the cause Sammy reaches bends down to capture a nipple into his mouth.
He could be with anyone right now, and he chose me. He wants me.
A bubble of pressure builds on each side of my hips down into my thighs
and up into my waist. My hips are jerking up and down bending back and
forth.
He smiles when he sees me. I make him happy.
The pressure builds locking my hips in a position that pushes them down
into the bed mattress and my legs effortlessly spread and bend.
I do love him. I should open myself to him.
As if in concert, the pressures and movement center on the space between
my legs and underneath my scrotum which is tightly pressed up against my
body. I'm groaning now breathlessly.
I'm his. I'm completely his.
The pressure grows into an intense energy concentrated on a singular
point culminating in a searing, wrenching shift of my anatomy inward as
if a gate was opened. My voice is now almost hoarse from the exertion.
Make me yours. Mark me as yours. Own me.
A force sends the pressure into the balloon that has been inflating
within my hips behind my belly button completing it. Fluttering along
the trail let me know that I'm complete.
Fuck me. Complete me. Make me your possession.
It's too much. Animalistic, unfettered lust is consuming me and
controlling my soul. I have to have him in me. I have to have him in
me. Please fuck me. Please make me a woman. Take me. Cum in me. Own
me. Make me yours.
Driven by my need to have him in me, I jerk up from his lap. The
suddenness surprises him making his eyes grow large. There is no need to
tell him what I intend to do. He knows who I am. He knows what I am. I
stretch my leg over his lap so that I'm straddling him and bend down
lowering until I can feel him press on the hairs between my legs. My
arms are locked around his neck with us staring into each other's eyes.
I'm whimpering, begging him to not waste any time to get in me.
"I love you," he stutters out of anticipatory nervousness.
"Fuck me, Sammy," I command. "Make me yours."
My hips rotate subconsciously on his lap begging to be filled.
He gazes into my eyes with dilated pupils and moans deep within his
broad, sculpted chest. He's possessed by me. His two large hands lift
me up by my butt, and his hard, pulsing cock lifts inward pointing
directly to my warm, wet core. Slowly, teasingly he allows gravity to
sink me onto the head of his magnificent cock. With my shaking right
hand, I maneuver it back and forth underneath me to wet the tip and to
tease some of his seed out. Gravity takes a stronger hold and I place
the bulging, slick head at my entrance. I gasp. Nervousness and
anticipation fuel our rapid, heavy breathing. It presses harder onto my
entrance forcing me to moan. More pressure. Harder it pushes. Slowly
the pressure crescendos leaving my body in a cry of lust and pain. More
and more. As if I can't take anymore, my entire lower body inflates with
pressure and a sting of burning pain as the turgid pole invades my inner
depths. Within a breath it fills the entire cavity bottoming out
tickling my bottom with his wiry hairs. We've done it. My body
collapses around his neck from exhaustion. He's completely in me. He's
home. What was at first a hard, throbbing cock outside is now an
unmistakable, intense presence within me. We are one. I can feel him
both outside of me and inside. I begin to whimper tearing up in
happiness and fulfillment.
Somehow he manages to form the words that set me on my path to
completion.
"Have you taken anything to stop from getting pregnant?"
That's it. That's what I need from you, Sammy. I need to become yours
completely and wholly. I need to be a mother. I need to you to make me
a mother. Oh, god! That's it. I need your seed in me more than
anything in the world. I need to become yours completely and totally. I
need to make a baby with you.
"No."
With that I begin to gradually rock back and forth stimulating myself
inside but being mindful to work his cum out. That's what I want.
That's what I need. I need your cum. You must cum in me. My pulling
up creates a vacuum within me begging to be filled again. Every push
down brings a glorious fulfilling. Soon, my up and down ministrations
loosen me enough and coat his cock with enough of my desire that I just
stay gaping open. I'm completely open to him.
"Fuck me, Sammy. Cum in me. Mark me as yours," I cry almost bouncing up
and down on my man's cock. "Please cum in me."
Our fucking is starting to wear on my lover. His breathing is becoming
ragged and pulses of excitement travel up his cock and into me. He's so
close. Please!
Sammy's breathing stops, his body tenses into a hard mass, and his
dilated eyes roll back. I take my cue and sit down as deeply as my body
will allow to put his cock as close to my core as possible. I grind my
hips and clench my pussy walls. Suddenly, pulses shoot up his cock and
the tell-tale spurts of warmth and wetness tells me that I'm complete.
Our motion is aided by a glassy smoothness to his cock inside of me. I
stop bearing down on his cock. I've done what I can.
I'm now totally, completely his. I place my hands on my lower belly in
hopeful anticipation.
Thank you.
In such an uncoordinated fashion, I fall off of his cock onto the bed
into a comatose slumber with the last sensation I feel before blacking
out is a wet, dripping trail from my sore, gaping pussy onto my butt.
I lay in my warm covers swathed in a relaxation that only comes from a
sexual release. That story was a good one. It seemed to do a number on
me tonight. I stare at the unbroken French doors leading to the main
hallway and wonder when my roommate, Sammy, will come from work tonight.
He has been looking awfully buff lately. I wonder if he's been working
out?
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