Free Universal Carnal Knowledge Pt 01
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That Carnal Hunger
Olivia sat at her computer, staring at a browser page for some
unmemorable website - art blogs updated on a daily basis by vapid former
stars, upcoming savants fresh from their teen years, 'social justice
warriors' as the media called them. In her gut, a deep feeling of longing
and apprehension had been growing for some time, but until this moment --
7 pm on a Sunday, much like any other -- she'd let it fester and grow
without any action on her part. In a spontaneous burst of action, she
slammed her fist on her desk and alt + tabbed over to her word processor,
ready to lay down her feelings in written word.
As usual, however, she was lost as to where to go within the first minute
of laying her hands to the keys. Writing came naturally to her, to be
sure, and she rapidly dashed out a hundred words of little meaning. None
of it encapsulated how she felt, though. As she tapped away, her
enthusiasm diminished, until eventually she stared motionless at the
blinking line indicator before her on the monitor. One thousand
characters typed, but nothing to show for it. Wincing and running a hand
over her face, she took a few deep breaths to steady herself.
Today wasn't the day, clearly. She wanted to fight it; to press onward
and make legitimate progress for once in the last few months, or years.
Exhaustion took hold of her, however, and she could feel the weight of
reality settle in. Groaning aloud and sitting back in her chair, she
stared blankly ahead of her into the maroon expanse of her bedroom wall.
Nearly unaware of her own actions, her arm slithered below her desk and
wormed its way into her pants. As she stewed in her own inadequacy and
bitterness over life, her fingers began to rub gently on her clitoris,
sending a shock through her body. The carnal sensation brought her back
into the moment, and she looked downward as her fingers continued their
ministration.
Her breasts heaved as her fingers increased their pace, and a finger
snaked into her panties, gently probing her lower lips in time with her
movements. With her free hand, she awkwardly reached over her keyboard
and manipulated the mouse to bring up her bookmarks, and open a page of
transgender image captions in an incognito window. She speared her labia
with her middle finger and gasped quietly as she scrolled down through
the recent images, searching for something that fed her personal
fetishes. At last, she settled on the image of a twenty-something redhead
with her hands on her hips. Her bare breasts hung large and luscious at
the center of the image, and the caption doled out a trite storyline of
her body possessed by a strange man. Olivia barely registered the text,
and wordlessly gazed with hunger at the young woman as she fingered
herself with expert precision.
As climax neared, she found her breath coming in short gasps, and plunged
her finger into her pussy with desperate hunger. She pushed as deep as
her flesh would allow, reaching thoughtlessly inward as her hand massaged
her most sensitive parts relentlessly. An instant before achieving
climax, a single thought filled her mind:
"I just wish things were different."
A bolt of lightning seemed to strike her as she came, though no
atmospheric disturbance actually occurred. Olivia blinked in shock and
tried to look up, but found herself quite unable to move. Though her
finger still plunged into her, albeit at a slower pace, the endorphins
released by masturbation were beginning to fade. Despite her mental
efforts, however, she couldn't do anything to stop herself from
continuing. In fact, she became increasingly aware that her entire body
seemed to be beyond the reach of her mental commands. She attempted to
pull back her hand, sit up in her chair, take a deep breath. None of
these commands were met with the slightest acknowledgement from her
flesh. Just as she began to panic, her body shook itself and she looked
around wildly at her surroundings.
"What the fuck? Where am I?" she said aloud, though she'd had no
intention to do so.
She whipped her head downward and gasped as she took in her breasts and
furiously thrusting hand. Unbidden, her hand pulled free and she held it
up to her face, inspecting the juices which dripped from it.
"What the fuck is this?!" she shouted, though internally Olivia was
desperately struggling to regain control of her rogue flesh.
Her hand -- still dripping with juices -- clamped onto her right breast,
groping it with a wild abandon. Her other hand joined it, massaging the
other breast and lifting her shirt so she could peer down her torso at
the globes pushing out from her chest.
"No way, I've got tits!" she exclaimed. "I've become a girl, haven't I?!"
As if to confirm her outburst, her hand released her breast and plunged
once more into her pants, floundering about wildly in search of a
protruding organ that was nowhere to be found. Internally, Olivia was
beyond panicked, and struggled with every ounce of her willpower to
regain any semblance of control over her body. Whatever force -- or
individual -- that had taken control seemed to have an iron grip over
her, however. Caught up in the middle of masturbation, and confused to
the highest degree by the strange circumstances it had found itself in,
her intruder quickly returned to the activity she'd been pursuing prior
to its arrival.
"This must be some kind of dream," she murmured to herself, "there's no
way this is real. And since I'm here, I might was well enjoy it."
Olivia tried to protest, shouting as loud as she could within her mind,
but her possessor seemed completely ignorant of her cries. As her own
fingers brought her to climax again and again, Olivia found herself lost
in lust and the carnal pleasure brought on by her stolen fingers. She
could feel herself fading into the background of her own mind, but the
overwhelming sensations of her flesh drowned out any attempt to struggle
against her certain end. As her consciousness faded into black, she came
a final time and screamed aloud -- though she would never know if it was
her, or the mind inhabiting her body...
---
Steph woke with a start, shocked that he had allowed himself to doze off
in the middle of the afternoon. It was completely unlike him to fall
asleep before the evening, but he knew that his schedule had been fucked
completely in the last few weeks. As he emerged from sleep, he
immediately knew that something was amiss, but couldn't focus on the
oddness he felt. Rather, his mind was assaulted by overwhelming pleasure
radiating from seemingly every corner of his body. His hand was slamming
up and down on his abdomen, almost without his control. With an effort,
he slowed the motion of his hand, and opened his eyes. As his bleary
vision slowly cleared, he lifted his hand from his body and felt a moment
of panic as his middle finger somehow slid out from inside of him. He
could feel the warmth that had surrounded the digit recede, while
simultaneously he felt a stiffness slide free from his own groin.
Lifting his hand to his face, he was shocked to see that it was slender,
with long nails painted black -- and his entire hand was slick with some
sort of liquid. Looking downward, he gasped as he saw twin globes
protruding from his chest, and he grabbed them urgently to confirm what
he suspected. A quick grope told him that his eyes were working properly,
and that he inexplicably had two large breasts. In a panic, he shot his
hand back down to his groin, and fumbled about futilely in search of his
penis -- which, of course, was nowhere to be found. Hyperventilating, he
gazed up at the ceiling and tried to calm himself down.
"Okay, I've become a woman," he thought to himself with a hint of
hysteria creeping in. "I don't know how this happened, but apparently she
was in the middle of masturbating -- and now I've taken over her body. I
don't know if this a very vivid dream, or if this is real, so I guess I
might as well make the best of it."
With a little hesitation, he tried to begin pleasuring his new body,
though he really had no idea what to do. Despite being nearly thirty,
he'd never had a girlfriend, and was as unfamiliar with the female body
as he was with a car engine. Still, there are only so many options to try
before you hit the jackpot. As he brushed a digit against his clitoris,
his vision exploded with stars and his body shivered with ecstasy.
"That's the ticket," he moaned in a breathy voice that sounded completely
alien to him.
Determined to not let the strangeness of the situation dissuade him from
continuing, he rubbed ever more furiously, gasping more and more with
each stroke. The first orgasm was mind-blowing, but the second and third
that followed as he continued his ministrations and began plunging a
finger into his lower lips was beyond anything he'd ever experienced in
his life. At some point he started massaging his left nipple with his
free hand, which only added to the incredible feelings that assaulted his
mind and body. As he approached his next orgasm, a single thought filled
his mind:
"God, I hope this is real. I never want this to end."
---
Olivia slowly woke from her long slumber, and blinked blearily at the
morning sunshine. Sitting up in bed, she shook her head and tried to
remember what she'd done the previous evening, but couldn't quite recall.
She looked over her body, and felt a wetness creep between her legs as
she saw her bare breasts in the morning sunlight. With a smirk, she
hefted her left tit and bent down to suck gently on her nipple. A small
gasp escaped her lips, and she reluctantly released the heaving flesh.
A sense that something was amiss hung over her, but she shrugged it off
as she looked to the clock and rolled out of bed. A mere twenty minutes
to get ready and run to catch the bus remained, so she unfortunately
didn't have time to try and figure out what it was that bothered her. Did
she feel out of place? Wasn't there somewhere else she should be? Was
something off about her body? Shrugging, she stumbled over to her dresser
and began pulling on her work clothes, only pausing slightly from moment
to moment to admire her own body.
"I haven't become some sort of narcissist, have I?" she wondered aloud as
she gazed with longing at her breasts.
Shaking herself, she finished dressing and slung her pack over her
shoulder. With a final, hungry look into the mirror on her wall, she
turned out her bedroom light and stepped into the hall. Only the soft
click of the latch followed in her wake.
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