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Wet Dream - Part III By TwoSpiritsTG ----------------------------------------------------------------------- This is Part 3 of 3 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 the "reads" statistic does is give me an idea of how many people found it, not necessarily who liked it. Reviews are the only way I can grow, and what keep my motivation up to continue writing. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- TABLE OF CONTENTS Use ctrl+f to search the chapter tag. Chapter 21. . . . . . [CH021] (Nurse, G-Cup) Chapter 22. . . . . . [CH022] (Genie, F-Cup) Chapter 23. . . . . . [CH023] (School Girl pt. 1, D-Cup) Chapter 24. . . . . . [CH024] (School Girl pt. 2, D-Cup) Chapter 25. . . . . . [CH025] (School Girl pt. 3, No Sex, D-Cup) Chapter 26. . . . . . [CH026] (Cultural - Asian, Scientist, C-Cup) Chapter 27. . . . . . [CH027] (FBI Agent pt. 1, DD-Cup) Chapter 28. . . . . . [CH028] (FBI Agent pt. 2, DD-Cup) Chapter 29. . . . . . [CH029] (Real Estate Agent, H-Cup) Chapter 30. . . . . . [CH030] (ftm transformation, Bimbofication) Chapter 31. . . . . . [CH031] (Artist, Lighthearted, C-Cup) Chapter 32. . . . . . [CH032] (It's a surprise!) Epilogue. . . . . . . [FINAL] ======================================================================= Chapter Twenty-One [CH021] (Nurse, G-Cup) ======================================================================= I flew down the fire escape as fast as I could and hit the ground running. A cab was conveniently already parked on the side of the road, so I jumped in and started to head to the inner city. I didn't quite have a solid plan, so I more or less made it up as I went along. I got out of the cab and started walking down the street for inspiration. The hospital was the most obvious place to get some of the medical expertise needed to, but I avoided it simply out of fear from being unable to leave it. Screeching tires interrupted my train of thought, however, as a car whipped around a corner behind me. It spun out of control onto the sidewalk I was on, and flipped over trying to shoot back into the road. It slid halfway down the block, obstructing traffic and grabbing the attention of everyone walking down the street. No one ran in to help, merely watching and secretly hoping it explodes. I managed to push through my paralysis and run to the car as it caught fire. The driver's door was torn off and thrown across the street, and the rest was in just as bad a condition. The driver was crawling out of the car, seemingly the only one inside. He was a young guy, maybe in his early 20s, driving a car way out of his paygrade. His eyes were barely open from the blood pouring from his forehead. I managed to assist him to the sidewalk, which he mostly was able to crawl to on his own. His body was bruised and cut, but most of the damage seemed to be to his head. He coughed a lot, but no blood came up. Good. "Hey, hey," I said, trying to get his attention as he started to slip out of consciousness. He jerked a little in my direction, but only managed to let out a low groan. "Do you know where you are?" I asked. "I- ac-accident," he managed to get out. I looked around at the bystanders and pointed to one. "You! Call an ambulance!" I turned back to the victim. "That's right, you're going to be okay. We getting an ambulance now." He tried to speak again, but was unable to. All that came out was heavy breathing. I felt guilty, but I needed to use this now. "have you been to the local hospital?" I asked, keeping his attention. "It's the better one in the city I think. Hotter nurses. I have a buddy that checks himself in there just to flirt with them." Nurse? That was my angle? I need someone with a little more umph! Nurses were certainly necessary for the hospital to run properly, but Lilah's condition was way out of my league. The kid smiled and laughed a little, and as he did so my heart started to race, it was coming. My stomach started to churn and twist. My hand on the ground where I was kneeling started to slim, and the nails grow. My fingertips tingled like being caressed in the hair of angels. The hair on my arms receded with as similar a feeling and started to become a little paler. I loved when my skin changed color since it always felt so amazing. As I continued to describe the nurses there I immediately grabbed his upper arm and started to apply pressure to the cut. Something told me to just do it or he could die. As I kneeled there, holding this guy's would my waist started to feel like it was massaged, being pushed smaller and smaller. I wanted to feel up my sides, but couldn't risk this man's life to do so. I don't know what would happen if someone died while I was transformed, I could get stuck that way, or stuck somewhere in-between. My hips stretched against my pants and grew, tearing a little as it did so. The pressure on my crotch was painful, but it slowly subsided as my testicles were sucked up inside of me with a satisfying pop. My dick was rock hard as my pants constricted it, but it slowly slinked away into my newly forming slit. My ass continued to bubble out, but a chill swept through my crotch. Taking a glance I saw that my pants were now mostly a skirt, creeping up my legs, losing all color until it was pure white. I saw my butt strongly contrasted with my waist and got a little turned on, but returned to the matter at hand. As I looked at the kid my hair fell into my eyes, but stopped suddenly. I could feel it falling down my back, but my bangs simply stopped just in my line of sight. It was a light brown, confirmed by a long lock that managed to slide off of my shoulder. He coughed. "Do- do they g-got tig 'ol bitties?" he asked with a laugh. "Yes, You won't even know who to go after," I replied, voice cracking as it raised and octave mid-sentence. As I said that I fell to the ground a little, the sudden growth spurt in my chest catching me off-guard. My chest burned and grew sporadically in spurts, shaking and giggling the whole time. In fact, the rest of my changes were stuttering. They would pause for a moment, and then change drastically for a second. My body was welling up with sexual tension, and I was close to cumming as each wave surged over me. My rack started pushing against my arms on the side as they grew to their final size. Once he slipped out of consciousness the changes seemed to have ceased. Just as it happened an ambulance pulled up and the EMTs ran out. "Are you a nurse?" the first one asked, confused. "Y-yes," I replied. "You look like you came from another era." "I work at a private hospital," I replied sternly. "He has been slipping in and out of consciousness. Mostly head injuries, though he has a deep laceration to his brachial artery." "Thank you, we have it from here," he said as he loaded the college kid onto a stretcher and loaded him into the ambulance. I stood up, almost falling over in the heels I now found myself in, and noticed that there was a cop questioning people. I didn't have the time and stay for a report, so I took off. I didn't get far before he noticed me and stopped questioning the bystander he was standing in front of and ran to me. "Where you going miss?" he asked. "I have the right to leave," I quickly retorted in my high, chipper new voice. The officer sighed. "If you were not involved you would be free to leave. I saw you stabilize him, you are a key witness. Do you know who he was?" "Look, I have a family emergency at home." "I understand, you seem to be walking. Is your car near here?" "No, I was going to take a taxi." "I tell you what," he said, his demeanor becoming much friendlier. "If you answer my questions I'll take you home myself. Lights, sirens, and all. It won't be as fast as a cab, but it doesn't have the risk of getting pulled over, fair enough?" he joked. I couldn't help but blush. "Fine. I was walking down the street looking for a cab when he skidded around the corner. He drifted onto the sidewalk, and flipped when he tried to swerve back onto the road." The officer was writing this down, looking concerned. "Was anyone on the sidewalk hit?" "No. I was the only one in the way, but he managed to avoid me." "That wasn't so bad, it seems you knew the most out of anyone. Did he say anything?" "Well..." I started to say before trailing off. "Please, we need to know. This is probably more important than what you saw happen. What did he say?" I blushed and my eyes moved from his down more. "He. Um. He asked if the nurses had tig 'ol bitties? And if they put out?" The officer lost it. He tried very hard to stifle his laugh, but all he managed to do was stop spit from flying out. He covered his mouth and turned around to compose himself. He took a few seconds before facing me again. "I'm sorry. That wasn't very professional of me. I'll just put down that he was delusional. Finally, may I have your contact information miss...?" "It would be easier in the car, can we get going? You'll see where I live anyway." "Fair enough," he said before talking into his walkie. "I've completed my witness reports. I have a few personal matters to attend to." The walky buzzed in. "Copy that Deponte. Your shift ended a half hour ago. Head home for the night." "Will do." I smiled. "You're off shift?" Deponte laughed. "Off-duty is never off-duty. Let's get you home." We climbed into the car, my huge chest lurching down and shaking as I clumsily sat down. "What's your address?" "It'll be easier to just tell you where to go," I stated, buckling my seatbelt uncomfortably across my chest. They were uncomfortable before when in a car, but I never experienced large bosomed problems before like this. I ended up putting the seatbelt under them and stopped fidgeting with them before Deponte's hard on got any harder. "My computer accounts for traffic reports, I can avoid congestion if you just tell me." I sighed and told him, "Well miss... Hierich. We should get there in about 10 minutes." "Thanks," I said, looking out the window. The drive was quick, but felt like eternity. The officer was friendly, asking simple questions to keep conversation up, but I could only reply with simple one word answers you would expect from a 13-year-old girl. My mind was racing, was Lilah alright? How was Summer taking this? What would happen if that guy dies in the hospital? Would banging a dead body work? Would I even be willing to do that? Is what knowledge I have enough? All these thoughts raced and stirred in my head. The sun was just setting when we finally arrived at my house. I got out of the car and leaned in over the window, my chest hitting the side of the door. "Thank you so much," I said as I started to leave. "No problem ma'am," he said with a wave before driving off. "Hey Alicia!" my neighbor Dave yelled out covered in dirt. A shovel laid on the ground next to him and I can see a few new trees have been planted. His wife, Alison was waving as well, on her knees planting some flowers. Alicia Hierich, huh? "Everything okay? Your roommate Spring-" "-Summer dear," Alison said, cutting Dave off. "-Summer stormed out shortly after you left." Shit! I was hoping she would at least make sure Lilah was alive and listen to me first. I didn't say anything back, I just waved back and darted into the house. I didn't hear what they said, only the sound of my heart racing, beating heavily against my breast and my heels clicked as I ran in. My hair bounced in an out of my peripherals. Everything slowed down as I entered the house, my door left wide open. I ran into the living room were Lilah was lying on the couch, her head cocked to the side and blood pooled on the carpet below. A bloodstained pillow with a note on it sat off to the side, but I ignored it as I checked Lilah for her vitals. It was faint, but I felt a heartbeat. Her breathing, however, was stopped. I immediately moved her to the floor and started CPR, looking around the room for any make-shift medical supplies. All I managed to do was push more blood up as I continued trying to resuscitate her. Her lungs were full. Grabbing a pen nearby I took out the inkwell and stabbed it into her left lung, blood immediately started to dump out. Grabbing another pen I did it to her other lung as well. Immediately she started to breath again, but still remained unconscious. I continued to treat her, but felt like I was in a rowboat trying to plug holes up with my fingers as they appeared. It took three hours before complications stopped regularly occurring. I used the downtime to start cleaning her up and during my best to sterilize anything else I planned on using on her. It was well into the early hours of the morning when I felt comfortable enough leaving her on her own. I cleaned off the couch and moved Lilah back onto it and picked up the note on the stained pillow. It read: I can't do this Dean. I tried. I really did. But a part of me just can't let me continue. Smothering someone was not something that can sit on my conscience, so all I can hope for is that she dies before you get back. Don't come looking for me, I'm done talking to you. Enjoy your new friend. When she kills you I can only hope you died as quickly as Tom did. - Summer I cried as I crumped the note up and tossed it in the trash, leaning against the counter before sliding onto the kitchen floor and curling into the fetal position. My life was in shambles. I spent the entirety of the next day cleaning up, though many of the stains wouldn't come up. I ended up throwing out the pillow and some of my newly fitting clothes. I checked on Lilah often and she seemed stable, but she has yet to regain consciousness. Her body was surviving without technological assistance though, so that was a major plus. It was another two days before she finally woke up, briefly. "Wh-where - I?" was all she managed to get out. I ran into the room. "Lilah? Are you okay? I have so many questions. Fir-" She coughed a bit. "D-Dean? Wh- why d- me?" was all she managed to get out before falling unconscious again. I groaned, trying to get her to wake up again, but she wasn't responding. She was still breathing though, and I haven't needed to work with her for a while. Early that afternoon my phone rang, and I picked it up almost immediately. "Jason?" I asked. "What?" an unfamiliar voice boomed at me. "No, this is Dr. Parnes! Your shift started an hour ago, where are you?!" My heart sank. What would happen if I skipped out on work? Would I lose my job when I change back? My real job was supposed to start an hour ago as well. I ran to the calendar and saw that my shift schedule lined up perfectly with my real schedule. I would have to risk it, it was the best way to get medicine for Lilah, and perhaps stealing a few professional tools to use at home as well. "Alicia? Are you listening?!" "Y-yes!" I stuttered. "I'll be right there." "You better be," he demanded. "You have the most lenient schedule of all the nurses at this dump, I want you in my office the moment you get in to discuss your future here." He loudly hung up as I looked over at Lilah. She should be fine without me for a few hours. I drove to the nearest private hospital and walked in, hoping I was at the right place. The nurse at the front desk smirked as I walked in. "Oh missy, I knew you would blow it. You are in t-r-oubllllle," she said mocking me as I passed. I tried to brush it off, but all the nurses gave me dirty looks as I walked down the hall. I felt awkward dressed in such an old outfit with the medical cap, but all the nurses were dressed that way. The only difference was that the skirts were tighter and the heels were longer than traditionally. I distinctly got the feeling that I was not liked, though, since everyone I passed by gave me the evil eye. It wasn't until the second floor that people were either indifferent or friendlier to me. I didn't bother asking for directions, but happened upon Dr. Parnes' door by mistake. I knocked. "Come in," the voice from the phone demanded. "Good, you finally decided to show up. Take a seat so we can begin your performance review." Coyly I entered the room before he held up his hand. "Close the door, would you?" he said down to me as I turned around and closed it as asked. I walked up to his desk and sat down in a chair facing him. He raised an eyebrow and glared at me. "Ahem." He was expecting something from me, but I didn't know what. "Uh, yes?" I asked shyly. He smiled and laughed. "Cute, re-enacting your first time in here. I liked it how shy you were when you first started, but I'm not in the mood." I started to fidget, rubbing my legs together, and they slid back and forth too easily. My crotch was on fire and gushing out. I don't know what it is, but I started getting really horny. Unbelievably so. He took a deep inhale through his nose. "Jeez woman, I can smell you from here. You really have been conditioned, haven't you?" I stood up to leave, I knew where this was going and I didn't want to take part in it, but as I stood up my eyes locked onto his member sticking straight up, and his pants at his ankles. I froze like a deer in headlights, and my mouth started to water. I could feel my lubrication started to trickle down my leg. I NEEDED it in me. Walking around to the other side of the desk I started to sit down on his cock as it slid up my thigh and entered my aching pussy. Immediately a void in my heart was filled and my fears and anxieties melted away. I must have been descending too slow for his taste since he grabbed my hips and pulled me down, spearing me hard and deep. I let out a loud gasp as my hips just automatically started grinding into him. His hands tore my blouse open and popped my bra off. "Since when did you start wearing these?" he spouted out, taking my tit into his mouth and grabbing my ass. He felt like heaven, penetrating in and out of me. He loved sucking my tits, and I loved it even more. As I neared climax my pussy tightened, squeezing him. My body shuddered in euphoria, my nipples especially as they were being played with. As I started to slow down, though, he grabbed my as and started pumping until he finished as well. I sat there, straddling him, as he spoke up. "Good start. This little pill should wear off in another two and a half hours before I need to, heh heh, see a doctor." The next couple of hours were sheer bliss. I came more times than I can count in positions I never even knew about. I just came again and again. He only finished the once, but he could not get enough of my body. He kept grabbing at it and sucking on various parts. I felt like the most important woman in the world. When it was finally over I fished my hair best I could and tidied up my clothes. I was sad that it was over, but as time passed my mind started to come back to itself. I got plenty of dirty looks as I left Dr. Parnes' office, and started to do my work. I was disgusted with myself when my mind finally came around, but I didn't have much time to think as a hand grabbed me and pulled me into the medical supply closet. Another doctor that I didn't recognize already had his pants down and mouth on my neck. My vagina, which I didn't think could take anymore was already soaking. I spent more of my day treating doctors than patients, and I realized why I was so universally hated. I did no work, got paid well for few hours, and loved every minute of it. It wasn't until I got home that my high came down and confusion set in. I checking in on Lilah and redressed her bandages. Afterwards guilt and the dirty feeling set in so I undressed, climbed into the bathtub, and sat there for a few hours just soaking and thinking. I was moving on from being ashamed at the things I do, and now ashamed at how much I like it and prefer it. The thought of picking a form and staying in it has been plaguing my mind more and more lately. I felt empty inside, like a part of me was missing, but I didn't miss it. This form was not the one to stay in, though. There was simply way too much sex. As much as I enjoyed every single minute of it, and not knowing when I would finally get some next, living a life with everyone hating you was not a way to go about it. The size of my tits really grew on me though. I was starting like the bustier women I became, though these were just a little too big. I played with them in the water, bopping them around as they floated before finally draining the tub and wrapping myself up in a towel. I checked in again on Lilah, who was fine, before heading to bed. The next three weeks went by as I expected. I was working almost everyday, pounding away at all my co-workers, two of them even being female, stealing pharmaceuticals, and taking care of Lilah. I was caught a few times, but a blowjob here and a quickly there made the problems go away. I really looked forward to this whole thing ending since my desire to stay this way grew stronger with every passing orgasm. Lilah woke up a few times, but wasn't saying much. Mostly asking questions about what was going on. I had a scare after the first week as I noticed an infection starting to spread, but I managed to bring it down with some medicine and careful attention. Halfway through my fourth week like this I came home, covered in dry cum, and saw Lilah siting up, looking around. "Lilah!" I announced. Her red hair flew up as her head snapped to me. "Wh-who are you? Why am I here?" she asked. My face went red. "Well, I'm, uh, Dean..." "Dean?" she said. "Who is that? Is this your house? Why am I here? Why haven't you killed me?" "Well," I said, moving to the couch and sitting down, leaving a cushion between us. I sat with my legs crossed facing her. "You better know me as Steven." Her eyes grew wide. "I knew it! I knew we had the wrong guy. Holy shit. Holy fucking shit. I am so glad you used that lantern. Wow. Fuck." I fidgeted a little, my massive tits shifting between my arms. "And to help me, right? I mean, it's also my understanding that you, well, nearly died trying to help me." She scoffed, turning away to look down the hall. "don't flatter yourself. I was helping myself." "But you still did it by doing something that would have been helpful to me..." Lilah started laughing, little darker that I recall. I remember an innocent girl that didn't want to do wrong, but maybe that was only in comparison to the monsters she was next to. I started having second thoughts about saving her. "I never intended to help you out. I mean, I would have if I could, but I can't so I didn't," she said, blood-caked hair falling into her face. "What I was doing was trying to reverse the spell on you. By myself." "But you just said-" I tried to get in. "I know what I said. I said that I can't do it." "Why then?" "Simple. I knew I would fail, but trying to betray my sisters would have stripped me of all magical ability. Torn away into the aether," she continued, the chuckle never leaving her voice. "How does that help you at all?" I asked surprised. Tears started to well up, but Lilah suppressed them. "Because I was trying to stop Lara. She needed my magic to, well that's not important. I tried to get rid of it, but she got it anyway." I stood up. "There has to be some way to reverse this, this curse!" "Sorry," Lilah replied bluntly. "No can do. There isn't a force in the cosmos that can, or will, help you. The only ones that can do that are me, Leanne, and Lara, all together. I don't have any magic anymore and have been permanently expunged from the coven, Leanne just cares for her own power and sticks to Lara like glue, and Lara frankly climaxes just thinking about your pain." I stomped my foot on the ground in frustration, almost twisting it in its heel. I tore them off and checked them across the room, smashing a picture frame and the other lodging itself in the drywall. "So..." she continued. "Why are you like that? I mean, still like that? Shouldn't you have bedded some guy and changed back by now?" I scoffed, "He's currently in the hospital, I work at a different one. I've stayed this way to get you back to help. I'm glad you're grateful." And with that I started to storm to my bedroom. "Hey, hun," she said, leaning on her knees, scratching around her lips. "You have a little something. Right. Here. You got it," she said as I scratched the sperm from my face. "You have a little more-" But I slammed the door before she could finish. The next morning I woke up to the smell of bacon and pancakes and walked out of my room in my shorts and t-shirt. My huge tits were swaying, hitting my arms as I walked without a bra on. As I emerged from the hallway and into the dining room I saw a plate of hot pancakes at the bar counter with syrup next to them. Lilah was at the stove making more. "Hey champ," she said in a friendlier voice. "Look, sorry for getting sassy with you last night. I've been through a l-" But she paused when she saw the shape I was in. "Well let's just say we're both stressed. I'm also sorry you saved me for nothing." "No, not for nothing," I said angrily, thinking back to how I haven't Heard from Jason or Summer in weeks. She laughed to herself and walked over with her own plate and sat next to where my plate was sitting. "I have no magic anymore, am marked for death, and frankly can't defend myself against the karmic shitstorm about to ruin my world." "I thought you were free and clear," I said, sitting down. She swallowed. "No, only from you. I, however, didn't just shit on both of my sisters, but broke the covenant and defiled it. By contract, that's the worst thing I can possibly do." "But, you did it because it was right." "Yes," she said, starting to belittle me again. "But contract comes first, then right and wrong. I was backed into a corner with no way out. I'm just glad I still have my soul." She paused, brought her hand to her neck and felt it. "Well, most of it anyway." I shook my head. "That's not right, you were preventing them from breaking the same covenant AND benefitting in the process. You were sacrificially throwing yourself in the way of a bullet." "Karma is reactive, not proactive Dean," she said, turning to face me. "If you go back in time and kill Hitler as a child, HITLER, as far as the universe is concerned you murdered a child. People can't be punished by choices they haven't made. Besides, I committed other sins in the process." The rest of breakfast quiet, but despite how cold Lilah really was, it felt nice to just have someone that didn't hate me. "I'm going to the hospital to get back to my body now," I said as I started to head to my bedroom and get dressed. "You're welcome to use the guest bedroom in the meantime under the condition you answer any question I have." Lilah laughed. "I'll write you a full biography on those bitches if it means you getting revenge on them. You don't seem to care about the karma." she was so different than Summer. Summer, aside from the grief talking, warned me about the dangers of karma and what would happen if I acted. Lilah, on the other hand, seems content with holding my hand, walking into the line of fire, and watching from the front row. My phone rang while I was in the car. It was the hospital, but I ignored it. I was getting out of this body and moving on. I really wanted to stay this way forever, and was close to never changing back, but I felt good about today. Lilah was awake and the fact that she didn't leave last night proves that she might be an asset. Maybe I can get Jason to talk to me again and realize that she deserves at least a chance. I was really upset that I can never get out of this curse, but at least I can get back at the ones who did this to me. Once at the hospital I walked up to the front desk. "Excuse me. Was there someone who was in a car accident? Young man, early 20s. Came in about 4 weeks ago?" The nurse at reception smiled, a nice change, but was wearing regular scrubs which made me feel... outdated. "He spoke of you, but when he said a nurse from the world war helped, we just dismissed it as delusional." "Oh, yes, I work at a private hospital on the other side of town. Mostly older patients and administration likes to cater to them." Her eyes looked right at my chest and back up to me. "I see that." "Anyway, could you perhaps help me find him? When was he discharged?" She looked sad. "I'm sorry, he slipped into a coma later that day. He fell asleep with a major concussion and hasn't woken up. Do you still want to see him?" I nodded. I was relieved that he wasn't dead, but was hesitant about doing a coma patient. Still, I was this guy's perfect fantasy, and it really is what he would have wanted, right? Once I was in the room the nurse left. "I trust you'll let us know if there are any changes," she said as she closed the door behind her. Once alone in the room my heart started racing as I walked over to him and sat at his bedside. I looked at him, quietly lying there. I grabbed his chart, finding out that his name was 'Darin Gray.' "Well, Darin," I started, my mouth watering up. "Today if your lucky day, I guess." I pulled the blanket down and his hospital gown up to tee his penis lying there, flaccid. I'm sure he hasn't gotten any in a long time, and even before that from anyone quite like me. I just knew what I had to do, and it was different from the past few weeks. The sex at my hospital was different. I knew what to do while doing it, but never before hand. My body was great at pleasing the men, but they lead the way. Right now, however, with my dreamer here, I instinctively knew what he wanted. I sat back down in my chair, raised his bed some, and leaned over picking up dick up in one hand and licking it. My breasts pressed into the bed as I leaned over him, and his limp dick started to get some blood flow. As it grew I started licking it more and more, until I put it into my mouth and started going down on him. It was still growing, pushing into my throat, but that didn't stop me from massaging the head of his dick with my tongue and taking him into me. I sucked and slurped away at his dick, occasionally pulling out to lick it like a popsicle. It tasted so good, so fresh. Lately I have felt like a used sex doll, but right now, with me instigating it, I felt like someone. Someone important. I continued taking his flesh rod into me, climbing onto the bed and kneeling at his feet. I couldn't get enough into me. I pushed him as hard and deep as I could, licking my throat, and pulled back, able to see my lipstick pressed against his hips. I started to tear my blouse of as I continued sucking him off. Taking my bra off I pressed my fat titties together and started beating him off with them. His heart rate started to spike, but nothing dangerous. They were too big to get his cock in my mouth as well. I was getting off so much to sucking his cock that I felt like I was missing something. I started grinding the corner of the hospital bed into my crotch as I titty fucked Darin. He started to precum, which started getting me steamier. I started grinding even harder into the bed, and it started rocking. My tits still rubbing away at his stiff member. Soon a spurt flew between them and hit me right on the cheek. Without missing a beat I pulled my tits away and chugged his ejaculating cock. He was simply delicious, depositing it all in my mouth. I continued to suck it out and bobbed my head to keep him going and get more while grinding away at the bed corner. His cum started to slow down, but I kept his still stiff prick in my mouth. It was another few minutes until I finally climaxed, stood up, and sat down in the chair. Then, to my amazement, his eyes opened. He looked over at me, jizz dripping from my mouth and down to his dick, with my lipstick still on it. My breathing became easier as my breasts started to deflate. He was smiling at me as I walked out of the room, blouse open, bra in my hand, and cum dripping from my mouth still. I received shocked looks and gasps of surprise. "He's awake now," I said as I strutted out of the hospital, confident that none of them will remember this. ======================================================================= Chapter Twenty-Two [CH022] (Genie, F-Cup) ======================================================================= "Hey Dean!" Dave yelled from his driveway, washing his car. "Long day?" I waved to him, walking over and stopping in the yard. "Yeah. Anything happen at the office with you?" "I won?t tell you my boring day if you don?t tell me yours," he joked. "Deal." "I see you have another girl with you now. The redhead?" he asked inquisitively. "Oh yes, Lilah," I said. "Sorry about that. Creep bringing home random girls moves out, and another one in." "Oh hush," he said. "It?s not everyday, and you keep the curtains closed. You aren?t a creep, you?re just single. And... well apparently a lot better at picking up women than I ever was." The front door opened. "What are you guys talking about?" Alison asked. "Cars- Sports," Dave said as I started. "Sports- Cars." "Well, tell Lilah thanks for watching the girls the past two nights! She?s welcome over any time!" "Will do!" I said. "Talk to you later Dave." "See ya Dean." I started to head inside. She?s been conscious 5 days and babysitting apparently? It?s great that she?s helping me out and all, but I wasn?t sure if I really trusted her with neighbors uninvolved in the whole thing, especially children. "Hey Dean," Lilah announced from the couch, watching TV. "Primetime? Really?" I asked. "This may be a surprise to you, but I?m not obsessed." "Whatever, did you find anything in that book Lara incinerated when I rescued you?" Lilah muted the TV and sat up. "Well, yes and no." "Which means?" "Well it has no spells or anything in it." "Great." "But that?s because it?s a chemistry book." I threw my shoe off as I was taking it off in frustration. "What?!" "Settle down there tiger," she said. "You put a hole in the wall last time with one of those things. It gave me an idea. Lara is hard to track, but Leanne is going to school right now. This upcoming semester will be our chance." "Chance for what?" I asked. "They need a third now that I?m out. You?re going to apply." "Woah woah woah, a third? Leanne?s the only one. I killed lara," I announced in frustration. Lilah raised her eyebrows. "Well, the thing is, you did... but not permanently." I glared at her, my asking for an explanation needed no words. "Long story short, my power was a component for a spell. Along with the blood of an enemy?s loved one, Tom, and a few other things. She used it to basically make herself immortal. Incredibly tricky to kill." "So she CAN die?" I asked. "yeahhhh... but it requires power beyond that of humans. She became what we like to call a lich. I really don?t know where to begin tackling that sort of obstacle. However! There is some hope!" "Yeah?" "Yeah," she continued. "A lich requires its coven to regenerate, and that coven is one short. Normally they fill in the hole before dying, but frankly she?s full of herself. If we take care of Leanne, we might be able to prolong Lara from retu-" But she was cut off from the front door swinging open and slamming shut. "Dude!" Jason?s voice carried across the house. "Jason?" I announced. "I guess we?re talking again?" "Huh? Sure." he said as he entered the room, stopping dead in his tracks as he saw Lilah. "Damn, she didn?t die off on her own?" Lilah mockingly smiled at him. "Look, I figured out a way to fix you, and you can drop this harpy!" "Really?" I asked excitedly. "How? Tell me!" "He can?t," Lilah chimed in. "Nothing short of an act of god will fix this. And last I checked you were amazed at bar tricks." "She?s the nice one, huh?" Jason asked me. "Anyway, we might as well give it a try. If it fails I?m sure you?re little girlfriend here will magic you out of it." "We are not together," Lilah and I stated at the same time. "... Right. Anyway. Dean, you have to trust me. Don?t run away. I haven?t, you know low fived in a while so we can pull this off." I was skeptical. "You honestly think you can control your fantasy?" Lilah mocked. "Or have you just had bad luck in bed and want to bang him again like the time he turned into me?" "You?re hilarious," Jason said. "But we won?t be doing any of the nasty because it?ll work." Jason started walking away. "I just need to, you know, go to the bathroom for a few minutes." Lilah looked at me with the skepticism I didn?t want to admit to. "Whatever it is, it?s not going to work. You should leave, Dean. Before it?s too late." I knew I should leave, but I wanted to stay. I doubted this would work at all. I didn?t know what it was, but Jason never really knew what he was doing. His heart was in the right place though, but more importantly this was a chance to win back my friend. If it doesn?t work, he would at least know I put my trust in him over Lilah. It may not get him to completely forgive my decisions, but at least I won?t be digging a deeper hole. And if that meant changing into some slut and doing him, that was fine by me. I wouldn?t admit it, but secretly I was a little excited to be a woman again. I definitely didn?t prefer it over being a man, but I didn?t quite loathe it like I have in the past. The sex with strangers, however, I was not getting over anytime soon. I still had nightmares about what I did over the past month at the hospital. It seemed right at the time, but now I gag thinking about how used I was. I heard some music come from the bathroom. It was familiar, but I couldn?t put my finger on it. As the muffled sound rang through the door, my heart started racing and the warmth welled up inside of me. This was especially intense, however, and I stumbled over to the couch, leaning against it from where I was standing. My hips crackled and my shoulders popped. The room looked as if it was getting bigger, slowly getting taller. My bones continued to shrink and grow in different places, each little snapping sound releasing a pressure that felt like it shouldn?t be there. My fingers all started to shift and slim, my nails extending. I was stretching out my pants again, though my shirt hung loosely over my smaller frame, the sleeves now completely covering my hands. Underneath my clothes, arms tingled and surged. I felt the muscle mass melting away, and the hair retracting. My legs the same, except they grew larger and thicker to match my wider hips. I started to shift away from the couch as my ass filled in, creating a buffer between it and me. I looked down at my pathetic arms, unable to see any of them behind the massive shirt as hair started falling in the way. It started to darken until it was completely black, but continued to extend and grow until it was down to my petit little waist. As I started at the tips of my hair, my pants started to loosen and become very baggy, the belt merging with the waistline to become a tight elastic top. As they loosened, they became silkier, lighter, and changed to a light blue. My shirt as well started to become silkier and lighter, and the sleeves started to creep up my arms, revealing my dainty hands. The bottom of my shirt rose as well, untucking from the now airy pants I was wearing. It tightened around my chest and started to bunch up as the rest came in to create a silky, strapless bra. Almost immediately my chest started to fill up and inflate. This part was always too much to bear, and I ended up sitting down on the arm of the couch and falling backwards onto the cushions. As they grew, I reached up and started to grope and massage them. I didn?t care that Lilah was standing there watching, she can see what she did to me. I continued to squeeze and grope my chest, twisting and playing with my nipples, moaning loudly as they became to big for me to cup in my hands. They pushed my fingers apart forcefully as they continued to build up. The pressure it put on my chest was immense, and I could barely think as they continued to grow. Eventually they stopped, slightly smaller than the nurse I just was, but still pretty hefty. As I thought the changes were over, my cock at full attention started to jump and lurch to tell me otherwise. It rubbed against the silky texture, stimulating it even more. The pleasure it received grew stronger and stronger as it got smaller, turning into my new clit. I nearly came with how much it was rubbing against the silk, but was tormented as it got too small to rub against it anymore. My vagina, however, was already dripping wet. As I started to stand a surge of energy washed over my entire body. My skin started to darken everywhere at once. I loud out a loud feminine moan as everything started becoming a dark brown. This is the darkest I have ever been, and the journey there was exhilarating. When it was finally finished, another wave of energy, three times as strong seemed to grab me from the outside and drag me across the room. It was a familiar feeling, the feeling of magic. When I finally was done, I stood up off the couch and hit the floor way too quickly. The sudden stop made my breasts jiggle, and my hair fly forward. That was odd, considering that I?m smaller now and the couch should be bigger proportionally. I looked around to see that I was in a small, round room. There was the low couch, a desk, a bed, and a standing mirror. It was maybe the same size as my one bedroom, but this had no doors, and no visible way out except what appeared to be a horizontal chimney at the top of one of the rounded walls. I walked over to the mirror to see a bombshell of a woman standing in what appeared to be pajamas almost. I didn?t even notice the belly- button piercing I had in my large area of midriff. I turned around and took a good look at my ample posterior, touching it and rubbing. It was perky and firm, but had a delicate feel to it. I couldn?t resist raising my arms above my head and belly dancing as I turned around in the mirror. It always appeared so sexual on TV, but this was a whole new level. Still, the room looked like it was designed for an old 60?s show. A little jingle popped into my head that I sung quietly to myself, dancing ion the mirror. "Doo-doo, doodoodoo-doo-doo, Doo-doo, dodo-" and then I recognized the song Jason was listening to in the bathroom. I froze and stared at myself, this idea might actually work. The whole room jerked, and I felt like I was in an elevator going way too fast. A loud sound carried through the room, and I felt myself get ripped away to that weird chimney on the side of the room. I opened my eyes as multi-colored smoke filled the room and settled. Jason was holding a lamp, and Lilah had her arms crossed and tapped her foot while staring at Jason. Before I could tell Jason how brilliant his is, my mouth started speaking on its own. "You have three wishes, master. Please use them wisely." Jason set the lamp down and threw his arms out, hands waving. "ta- daaaaa! It?s great, I have been watching late night TV lately and, well, developed a little fetish with this idea lately. I thought it would be perfect!" "Master," I started to say, unable to say his name, "you?re a genius." "He?s an idiot," Lilah spat out, leaning against the wall. "Djinn are not to be trusted." Jason laughed, sitting down on the couch and putting his feet up on the coffee table. "That is where you are incorrect. You see, this genie here will twist the wishes sure, but to his- err ?her? His-her?s own benefit. Which is the idea. All. Along. Ha." Lilah raised her eyes. "Well, I am amazed you were able to create such a powerful being. Not even I was aware the curse was strong enough evoke so much power." Jason smiled and shook his head like he won. "But that is EXACTLY the reason this won?t work. It takes something a lot more powerful than a Djinn to invoke this sort of curse, and now I?m starting to figure out what Lara needed that baby for." I turned to her. "Wait, wha-" "-Nevermind," Lilah cut off. "You have no idea what you?re doing." Jason leaned forward, grabbing the lamp. "Genie, for my first wish, I wish that the curse those witches put on you was reversed!" Purple smoke started to pour out of the lamp and rush to me. It swirled around, completely encasing me. Finally, it was over. Jason?s idea worked, I could be fr- but then all that smoke just dropped to the ground and fizzled out. "What?" Jason exclaimed, standing up while Lilah laughed at him. I looked down at my still female body. "That should ha- I?m sorry master, but that is beyond my power. You have two wishes left," I said, automatically without my doing. "Fine," Jason said. "Well, then I wish you returned to your normal, Dean Collins self-" "-I wish you knew what you were doing!" Lilah said in frustration, storming into the guest room. My hands raised and smoke started to billow out towards me again, this time encasing Jason as well. This time, however, when the smoke fizzled out, I found myself standing in my tiny room again at the mirror, naked. I turned around to see Jason also in the room, naked. He didn?t have a boner, but once he got a look at me, it sprung straight up. Jason moved over to the couch and sat down, hand on his head. "Of course it didn?t work. Transforming my friend into a genie so he can cure himself of a magical affliction that shouldn?t exist would just be ridiculous." "M-master-" I said walking over to him, still unable to say his name. My hips swayed back and forth exaggeratedly as I strutted over to him and sat on the couch as well. "Don?t," he said, refusing to make eye contact. "I- I thought we wouldn?t get this far. I really thought." I put a hand on his knee. "It?s okay, Master," I said. He still didn?t look at me, but scoffed under his breath. "you?re only saying that because the genie body is taking you over." I shook my head. "No master, only calling you master is this body taking over. I was- I was prepared for this to fail," I confessed to him. "You?re saying that you didn?t think it would work?" "I?m saying that if it didn?t, I was okay with this," I snapped back. He finally looked at me, though I can feel his judgement. "Why? That?s kind of gay dude." "Is it, Master?" I asked, turning to him. "Uh, yeah." I brought my knees up to my chest, holding them and putting my large breasts on top. "Look, I hate getting off all these random strangers. I don?t even know these people, and most of the time they?re pretty vulgar. It?s just, if it?s going to happen it might as well be with someone that isn?t some sex driven lunatic." I moved my hand up to his thigh. "You didn?t do this to me to get some, you did it to get me out of a curse." He sat there silent for a few minutes, but eventually looked at me again. "It may be normal for you now, but it?s still weird for me. Especially me. The fantasy included us doing it all over the room. Let?s, let?s just get it over with." "Yes Master," I said, moving my hand to his cock and gently stroking it with my nails. "Lead me." Jason leaned his head back as I stroked his cock, I moved his legs onto the couch so he was laying down, and I kneeled over him, stroking away at his member. My hair cascaded off my shoulders and onto his chest, ticking him as my large bust shook and giggled between our bodies. I leaned in, still with my hand wrapped around his dick and stroking it sensually, and started to kiss him. His eyes shot open and he started to resist, but I pressed up against him, pushing my chest into his and teasing the lips of my vagina with the head of his cock. He stopped resisting and fell back into the fantasy. Our tongues locked onto each other as they moved between our mouths, his hands rubbing up and down my curves, and my back where my butt bubbles out. His cock was throbbing in my hand, and I was breathing heavily as I pushed his cock into my clit and rubbed it. I was denying him entrance, teasing him and playing with him. The more I suspended his entering, the more passionate he got in his kissing. He bit my lip and squeezed my ass as I ran my other hand through his hair. The more he wanted to be in me, the closer I came. Faster and faster I rubbed away at him, and the tighter our mouths became locked. I started to breath heavily through my nose as I came close to climax, slipping and accidentally having him penetrate me as it came full force. My body erupted in orgasm, and the macking never slowed down. He started pumping into me, fueling each wave of passion over my body with more and more intensity. As I slowed down he pulled away from me, lust dancing in his eyes. He gently pushed me off of him and slid his still thick cock out of my pussy and reached out a hand. He led me over to the vanity where he sat down and pushed me to my knees. I kneeled in front of him, looking at his juicy wood. I plunged into it, my sweet juices still fresh on the shaft. I could smell his musk mixed with mine as he easily slid into my mouth. I could see that he was trying really hard not to think about me going down on him, so I stood up, still bent over with his dick in my mouth, and started to shake my ass and dance. I rubbed my hands up and down his chest, noticing that he has been working out. I rubbed his arms, massaging his biceps, and continued to grope him. My breasts were pressing against his legs, spilling on either side as I continued to blow him. I shook my ass back and forth seductively, and on occasion he couldn?t contain himself and grabbed it, sometimes smacking it a little. It only seemed like a minute of this before he pulled me up and time came rushing back to me, he pulled me over to the mirror where I turned my back to him and pushed my ass out, easily drawing his wet cock into my moist pussy. I continued my dance, moving from side to side and raising my arms in the air while gripping him with my vagina. It was slow and sensual. My tits moved like water from either side as I did, and watching me dance like that only made me hornier. I already came once, but I needed another. Jason, looking over my shoulder, couldn?t contain himself anymore as he placed both hands on my hips and started plowing into me. My boobs lurched forward as his hips violently rammed into mine, shoving his member deep into the nether reaches of my love hangar. I braced my hands against the side of the mirror, watching my face contort from seductive and horny, to a gaping mouth of pure pleasure. The heavy weights on my chest rocked back and forth, jiggling and shaking, and my hips burned with desire as his thumbs massaged their sides as he kept driving into me. The clapping sounds of our love making echoed throughout the room. He slowed down and grabbed my arms, holding them back, and started to really get into it. I felt a little more helpless, unable to brace myself, relying only on him to hold me up. My hair flew wildly in front of me as I stared at my reflection. I was so enraptured that I didn?t even notice that I asked for it, begging for me. Screaming for him to fill me with his seed and drive it deep into me. He pulled out of me quickly, spinning me around and embraced me in his arms, pressing his lips into mine. We stumbled backwards onto the bed, furiously making out and scooting to the center. I saw how tired he was, so we rolled over, him on his back, never braking the embrace. I guided his piece back into me and started rapidly pounding away at him. He pulled away from my face, grabbing my breast into his mouth while I continued to feed him into me. He started to slap my ass as it rode him up and down. I was close to climaxing again, and before I knew it I was shaking on top of him, losing most of my motor functions. He continued to suck on my tits and grab my ass, rolling me onto my back so he can keep my orgasm flowing. I clenched onto his cock for nearly five minutes while I was constantly washed away in bliss. Jason pulled out of me and started to move up, placing his lubed dick between my breasts. I squeezed them together while he started to fuck them. He grabbed the headboard for support while fucking my titties. I was still mentally gone from the mind-blowing fuckfest, and all I wanted was for him to finally be satisfied. Finally his breathing became bated and warm juice start gushing out between my tits. Most of it ended up between them, but quite a bit exploded from his penis emerging between humps. My face was sprayed, some of the delicious, candy-like jizz landing in my mouth. I leaned forward, taking his still cumming cock into my mouth, filling it with his cum and my orgasm juices. I sucked him dry, swallowing every ounce I could get. I( loved the taste of cum, but it was even better after I had been sexually satisfied. Once I was content I fell backwards, rubbing his juices on my big breasts over me. Eyes closed, just enjoying myself. I felt my breasts start to shrink and opened my eyes. We were back in my living room, and I was laying on my back. Jason was shaking his head, putting his clothes on, refusing to look at me. I sat up, my huge tits almost moving me in another direction. "Jason? Are you okay?," I asked, my voice starting to come down again. He didn?t say anything and just continued collecting his things. "Jason? You don?t need to be ashamed, it?s fi-" "-I know what I?m doing Dean," he said, not looking at me. "Just, leave me alone for a while. I need to meet with Summer again and work out another angle." "Summer? Is she-" "Goodbye Dean," he said. "Just don?t, don?t call me anymore okay? It may not make sense, but it?s better this way." "Jason? Jason. Jason!" I announced, but it fell on deaf ears. The front door already closed and I slunk back to my room. I climbed in the bath and wondered if I just ruined everything. ======================================================================= Chapter Twenty-Three [CH023] (School Girl pt. 1, D-Cup) ======================================================================= I woke up in a cold sweat on my back, the pillow clenched between my legs and my arms wrapped around it. I reached over to the nightstand to pick up my alarm clock, just out of my view, to see that it was only 3:28 A.M. My mouth was parched, so I got up, fixing myself as my morning wood was sticking out of one of my boxer legs. As I passed by Lilah?s room I saw that a light was on, shining underneath her door. I ignored it and made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a cup and filling it with tap water. I made my way back to my room, still groggy and not even noticing that Lilah?s door was now open. Lilah stood in the door frame. "Can?t sleep loverboy?" "It seems you and me both," I said, continuing to walk. Lilah entered the hallway behind me, following in my step. "Quite a hard on you?re rocking there," she commented. "It happens," I replied, unamused. "Tell me Dean, when was the last time you were with a woman?" she asked, now standing in my door frame as I set my glass on the end table and started to get back into bed. I wasn?t in the mood. "Just under two months," I replied to Lilah?s amazement. "Well, she identified as male and turned me into a mermaid, but the parts were all there." Lilah?s amazement dropped. "I meant as a man." Honestly I was offended she even asked. It?s been almost a year with this condition and I haven?t had any as a guy since because of it. Hell, I was single for some time before that. It?s been a year, maybe two. Who the hell was she to mock me like this? "I?ll take it from your silence that it?s been a while," she said with a smile, entering the room, her hips swaying to and fro. She was wearing a white night gown that barely covered her luscious ass, her fire-red hair just below the shoulders. She stopped at the side of the bed, stroking my cock through the covers. "I?ll make it simple for you. I have needs. You have a dick. You want it, and I want to give it. Are we at an understanding?" I withdrew from her, scooting over to the middle of the bed, surprised that she was even suggesting this. Yeah, she was hot, but honestly I have been second guessing my decision to even save her. "You need convincing?" she said, climbing onto the bed in chase, putting her hand below the covers and gripping me through my boxers. She tossed the covers aside, licking her lips. Her nipples starting to poke out from her modest upper-C cup. The size I would like if I was to be permanently- no. I can?t let those thoughts ruin sex. NO! I shouldn?t even be doing this to begin with! I wanted to pull away, but my shorts were already down and she was already descending on me. Her tongue stroked right up my cock and it lurched and bounced in excitement. She gently stroked it with her tongue, cupping my balls in her hand and massaging my scrotum. She started to put it in her mouth, but only made it about halfway before she started gagging. I could do better- NO! Stop it! Her head bobbed in front of me, hair bouncing against my hips. I stooped resisting and leaned back, placing my hand behind her ear and stroking her. As I relaxed, she stopped. I lifted my head to see what the issue was, but her gown was thrown off to the side and the smell of her wet pussy hit me like a bus. "Something tells me you?re a bottom now, aren?t you?" she asked mockingly, lowering herself down on me. "Since you aren?t resisting anymore, I assume you are okay with this?" she asked rhetorically. She was right. I did prefer being on the bottom now. It just felt right for another body to climb up onto mine and participate from there. Her slippery, soft vagina wrapped around my still hard member, stopping halfway before coming up a little. She started to gyrate on top of me, never taking more than half of my dick at any time. I started to lift up, trying to get deeper, but she reacted quickly and prevented my satisfaction. She smiled as my frustration, continuing to tease me by keeping most to herself. She gripped and massaged the head of my cock masterfully, slowly moving around sensually. Her breasts moved lightly with her body, and her hand stroked through her crimson hair in such a way that caused my cock to try and grow further than it could. She bit her bottom lip and started rotating her hips in circles. "Please, I need more. Give it to me Dean. Fuck me. Fuck me!" I didn?t even think, I just grabbed her hips and rammed her down onto me, rolling her over to her back and started pumping away. Her eyes flew open in surprise. "HOLY FUCKING SHIT!" she announced, wrapping her legs and arms around me, squeezing as best as she could. Her vagina contracted on occasion to grip me, but the look of shock didn?t leave her face. Lilah started moaning and shaking, squeezing me even harder. Her eyes clenched and she bit down on her bottom lip to try and contain herself, but I knew all the right places to penetrate and rub her. She started wildly humping back and started moaning loudly. This lasted for 10 minutes until I finally pulled out and blew my load onto her stomach. Lilah just lied there shaking, mouth gaping and eyes wide for another few minutes. She seemed to try and clean herself up, but her arms weren?t responding. I got up, got some tissues, and cleaned her off. She simply laid there, gasping for air and staring at me in wonder. I laid back down, my blood still racing from that. She tried getting up several times, but was physically unable to stand up. She tried speaking and couldn?t. After about 20 minutes of struggling she finally fell asleep. All I could do was lay there, conflicted. Not because of who I just fucked, but the fact that she got that male aggression out of me and I loved being on top. Here I was, comfortable with becoming someone?s bitch, and I made a girl cum for nearly half an hour. I felt like a superhero. Suddenly all this preferring the woman?s side to sex went a away. Their orgasms were leagues better than a man?s, but nothing trumps the ego boost from not just satisfying a woman, but blowing her goddamn mind. I was skeptical about this going back to college plan before, but I?m feeling confident. Maybe joining this coven is good enough to life the curse. The next morning I walked to the kitchen and started making waffles. After the first batch I hear feet shuffling and turned to see Lilah exiting the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. She looked hungover, but the cheesy smile on her face showed otherwise. "Ho. Ly. Fuck. Dean," she said, stumbling from the wall and falling a little before grabbing the back of a dining room chair for support. She managed to drag herself into the chair before sitting down. "You know how to fucking please a woman. To be expected I guess." I was smiling like crazy facing the stove, but I refused to let her see it. "Oh yeah?" "Uh, yeah," she said laughing. "I normally have to be the one to initiate with my fuck buddies, but I will drop whatever the fuck I am doing whenever you want it. Anywhere, anytime. Seriously, I usually last hours before cumming, if at all. I barely lasted a few minutes, and then jeez, you had me going for the whole night!" I turned around, poured a glass of orange juice, and put it on the table in front of her. "Glad I?m that good." "How can you be so casual?!" she announced shocked. "I?m serious, whenever you want it, WHENEVER, you can have it. Fuck, it?ll take all my strength not to jump you every time I see a boner. I planned on getting you on top, but I didn?t think it would be like that! Jeez. Was it as good for you as it was for me?" I paused a little, but continued cooking. "yeah." There was silence, I turned around with a small stack and caught Lilah looking at me with sympathy. "It wasn?t, was it?" "Well..." I trailed off, bringing two plates to the table. "It?s hard to compare with the orgasms I usually have as a woman. They?re really close to yours simply because guys like satisfying a woman, and that tends to be in their fantasy." She looked down at her plate. "So... you aren?t keen on doing it anymore?" "Hell yeah I am!" I announced, giving her a little too much energy than I wanted. "I much prefer satisfying a woman and getting the reaction I got from you, then to have my own orgasm like that." She shook her head and laughed. "That?s so selfless of you, and it?s horseshit. You have the option and therefore you choose the other person, but admit it. If that option was removed from you, and you could only receive earth-shattering orgasms, you would love it, wouldn?t you?" "Well, of course I would," I started. "But-" "-But nothing," she interrupted. "You choose other people, and that makes you a good man Dean Collins, but you actually want to choose yourself, don?t you?" "Whatever," I said, dismissing her. "So I?ve been thinking about this tracking Leanne idea you had." "Yeah?" Lilah asked taking a mouthful of waffles. "Well, I think we should do it." "Thap?s Greap!" she said, some chunks of food flying. She swallowed what was in her mouth. "because you were accepted! Classes start a week from Monday, but this Monday is orientation." I nearly choked. "Wh-what?! That?s six days away. How can I be accepted if I didn?t apply yet?" She laughed and rolled her eyes. "Because I applied for you? Duh?" "But, I thought I would become enrolled when I changed! Why do it all pre-emptively," I argued back. "Dean, sweety," she said in a motherly tone. "I couldn?t leave anything up to chance. Whenever you change a background is