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conceive \kan-'seev\ v. 1. To bring a thought or idea into being; to imagine. 2. To become pregnant, or to cause a baby to begin to form. Casey had tried on some shirts after he took off the bra. They hadn't looked quite right. His shirt budded out ever so slightly where his breasts were. He tried another shirt, then another. It must have been the bra! The pressure had probably caused some swelling or something. This wouldn't do, he had to go to school tomorrow. It was time for a plan B. Casey went back to the Blue Room bathroom. Kyle was out for the day so Casey didn't need to sneak. He had grabbed a medical kit from the lower drawer and raced off to his room. The next day he showed up to gym with a fake medical note. "Oh sweet Jesus," Coach Krevet said in a hushed voice. "Broken ribs? You didn't tell anyone, did you?" "No, we're good," Casey said. The note got him out of class completely but Casey convinced the Coach he could still do some of the exercises. This was one of the only classes he had with Ricky and he wanted to spend time with his friend, even if he was still a little mad at him. Ricky knew something was up. The rest of the kids in class either had already started to like Casey or had learned to mind Ricky and so they didn't bother him. "Hey man, aren't you going to shower up?" Ricky said. In the Blue Room's bathroom drawer Casey had found medical bandages and medical tape. Taping his chest down was working perfectly, keeping his fat chest flat and normal. It had to be temporary. The swelling had to go down or else his diet would start kicking in, if he could keep from snacking. He had also started to get food cravings at odd hours. The only problem was, when he moved around too much the tape grabbed and pulled on his nipples and he had to bite his tongue. "Can't really do that, Rick. It takes way too long to tape up so I just have to clean up best I can in the bathroom." Casey didn't go to the bathroom right away. Some of the boys had already gotten undressed. Casey envied them. He caught a look at their balls and penises. Descended and hanging where they should be. Then there was Ricky, not yet naked and wrapped in a towel but hulking with muscles. If only they could be alone. Casey's urges had gotten worse. He wasn't sure just why, he'd seen naked boys tons of times. But now he wanted to see them for some reason. Casey rushed into the bathroom and banged his head against the wall. What is wrong with me. What is wrong with me! This didn't stop him though from peaking in on the boys after he cleaned up. Ricky was in the shower now. Casey still remembered that last night. Ricky hovering over that girl, rock hard. Ricky wasn't aroused now but still he hung there, enormous. "So big," Casey muttered. Later that night Casey couldn't wait to get upstairs. He wasn't horny, he was ravenous. He rushed through dinner, then bumped into Kyle on the stairs up to his room. "Sorry, Casey. I didn't see you there." "Oh, Kyle. Oh, I didn't see you there either. I mean, I knew you were there, duh." Casey put a hand on Kyle's arm. "I mean, I'm just glad you're around." Kyle had a confused look on his face but said, amused, "Okay. I'll see you around then." "Yeah," Casey called after him, "Maybe I'll bump into you sometime." 'My god, was I flirting with Kyle?' Casey thought in his room. The thought didn't last very long. "Ah!" he yelped, pulling the medical tape off his chest. Around his areolas little drops of blood beaded up. He'd have to come up with something else tomorrow. He looked, his chest still stood out a little. That could wait until tomorrow. Tonight... Casey had fun sticking his chest out on the bed, had fun pretending someone else was there with him. It might have been his imagination but he thought his breasts stuck out now just as much without him having to hold them up. He remembered Ricky at the edge of that one bed, remembered how big he was. Casey slid to the edge of his bed, legs wide open and already probing at his sex. It was so confusing. These feeling about Ricky, about Kyle, they weren't normal. They weren't normal for a boy. A girl on the other hand, a girl could be desired, a girl could be loved. But a girl couldn't do these things unless she was really a girl all the way. This time Skye wasn't gentle. This time she was rough, plunging in her two fingers into her pussy until - imagining Ricky plunging himself into her - she reached a mind shattering orgasm. The whole next week Casey used the regular medical bandages instead of the tape. He still avoided taking a shower but no one asked questions. He again started spending more time with Ricky and Roald. They even seemed closer than ever. Over the next week the three of them joked and played and hung out. His friends had begun to worry about Casey but now he seemed to be back to his own self again. The only thing that seemed weird was, he never seemed to want to be alone with either one of them. Casey continued to masturbate incessantly, only at night now. He would build it all up, all his feelings and urges and release it at night hard and fast and hot. The next weekend Casey went to the mall. His hair was simply getting too long. Unfortunately he had forgotten both the medical bandages and to put his hair into its ponytail. He had been pretending to be Skye longer and longer after every sexual session. Now it seemed to be rubbing off on him during the daytime, like he feared it would. At the mall he was acting like Skye would act, walking like Skye would walk and it had attracted more than some attention. One boy in particular seemed to be following her. Skye noticed. Oh crap, Casey realized. This wasn't a dream, this was real life and Casey was a boy. If she let this boy get too close he could realize it. If 'he' let the boy get too close. 'This is so confusing!' Casey thought. 'But also kind of exciting,' Skye thought. Skye made the mistake of looking back at the boy, then smiling. He was cute! The boy followed more closely, like a puppy dog. What am I doing! She received a text and ducked into the nearest bathroom, hoping the boy wouldn't follow. The text was from Kyle: Thought you might like to see this: Below the text was a picture of a beautiful dress, deep blue with a low neckline. Casey - or Skye - had been talking to Alison on the phone. Luckily Skye had been able to dodge Alison at school and had put off her requests to see each other again. Kyle had overheard Casey saying he wanted to buy a dress and assumed he was talking about getting it for his mother. Casey didn't mind, it gave them hours worth to talk about. Casey sent a text back and received an immediate reply. Casey: I don't know if that's my color? Kyle: You? Don't sell yourself short, you'd look good in anything. ;) Casey giggled, then laughed. As he did his voice cracked then broke. When it settled, as his laughing fit abated, his voice stuck but it didn't stick on the low side. Casey felt peculiar. Casey texted a quick reply then said out loud, "My name is Casey." His voice reverberated around the tiled bathroom but echoed back to him sweeter than he was used to. "My name is Casey. Casey Jones." The voice was a melodic soprano, eerily similar to the other girls his age. He checked his phone, Kyle hadn't texted back. "Casey Jones," he said again. The voice wasn't his own, it didn't fit. This wasn't right. His voice was supposed to get lower, not higher. "My name is Skye Jones." It sounded perfect. Kyle still hadn't sent a reply back. Casey began to weep. He also checked the door. The boy hadn't come in. Somehow this made Casey cry harder until he realized, he had gone into the girl's room! Still, while he was here he might as well pee. The boy had waited outside the whole while when Casey finally walked out, ambushing him. "Max," the boy said. Casey couldn't dodge the boy forever. He'd have to pretend. "Skye." Skye let her voice continue at its new, higher octaves. The boy was actually kind of sweet. She made up a back story; going to a girl's school, reading classical literature. There was even a few quips between the two of them about extracurricular activities of a sexual nature. It was easier that Skye thought, she basically had to act like Betsy, at least for today. Max was tall with blonde hair and skinny. He liked sports, was a year older than her and had just gotten out of a long relationship. He wasn't looking for anything serious but implied no one could blame them if they wanted to have a little fun. Skye was actually starting to like the boy and was also starting to feel a little guilty at deceiving him. She was about to tell him to go when she realized he was holding her hand. They had wandered right to the salon for her hair cut. 'You should go,' she was about to say. "I need to get my hair cut." Before she knew it he reached in and kissed her. "I'll wait for you." Skye's heart pounded. Her insides flared up, her crotch felt moist. She was so preoccupied she didn't realize the girl cutting her hair was done. She looked in the mirror. It was horrible. Skye had hoped shorter hair would look more masculine. This cut was tapered around the ends that hung just around her ears, flowing smoothly to the shorter end in the back. It looked sexy, but she looked like a girl! Skye's mouth was wide open. Her hand darted to her face, then to her hair. "You like it?" Skye started to cry. She only hoped she could still get the short hair back into a ponytail when she got home. The good news was that she ended up getting the haircut for free. The bad news was the boy actually had waited for her. "I like it," he said, reaching in for another kiss. Skye dodge it. They both looked around but for different reasons. Skye was panicking. Max thought she was self-conscious about all the people around them. Max only said, "We could find somewhere less public. Come on." He took her arm and they sped to one of the wings of the mall. "Wait," Skye said and darted into one of the clothing stores. If she couldn't shake Max, maybe even didn't want to, she couldn't let him find out about her. She grabbed something from a table then darted into a changing room. There she looked at what she had, a red bra. Oh well, Skye thought, just for today. The bra seemed to fit, weird. She checked the bra tag. Then she rechecked it. 32B 'That couldn't be right,' she thought. But then it started to feel right. She started to feel sexy, filled with need. "I'll take it," she told the cashier. Moments later they were in a hallway making out. Max at first was gentle but then Skye guided his hand to her bra, then to her crotch. He pushed in hard against her, she pushed back. She felt his crotch grow hard against her sex. They groped and kissed and gasped and kissed again. She put a leg around him, she couldn't help it. She wanted him, wanted him inside her. She was so close. She thought about unzipping his pants, lowering hers. 'He wouldn't fit,' she thought. It didn't matter anyway. Max came. Skye saw the telltale stain on his pants, the closed-eyed gasp of his face. She was right behind him, most likely making a stain of her own. Max was more than ready to leave after that, embarrassed and trying to cover up. Casey too felt bad but more so over what he had just done. That didn't stop him from taking the boys number. It also didn't stop him from recreating the scene back at home. He put the red bra on as Skye. She leaned up against the wall. She pressed against herself and slid her fingers in. She pushed and pushed. Skye continued to wrap up her breasts in medical bandages all the next week. Luckily she could still get her hair into a ponytail. She continued to hang out with the guys, watch the guys shower. She masturbated every night, wild with fantasy. A few nights and the hole in the scar had stretched, allowing her three fingers inside. In biology class they were covering conception. The penis enters the vagina, releases sperm. The sperm swims into the uterus, up the fallopian tube, meets with an egg. Conception. On those days of class, Skye came all the more thinking about it. Casey had once more worked up the nerve to check himself thoroughly in the mirror again. The hair under his penis had continued to grow and curl out but it still hadn't spread above his penis. If you could still call it a penis. Sandwiched between those two mounds that seemed to get bigger every time he played with them - or was his penis getting smaller somehow? - it seemed so insignificant. It was almost buried in flesh and still wrapped in the skin that seemed to spread up over it. The same skin that formed a layer around his wound's inside. He was happy for an instant when he noticed some hair under his arm. More hair was a good sign. But Casey grew quiet and concerned as he noticed his under arm looked a little fat. Then he realized this was mainly because of how the flesh on his breast draped over it. He inspected further. A fatty layer ran horizontally from his back to chest. On his chest things had progressed as well. Instead of just a cone of flesh there now seemed to be an almost spherical shape that draped both down and left and right. It hung over the area of his armpit like an orb, like a girl's breast. Casey grabbed a quarter, holding it to his nipple again and was horrified. The areola seemed to dwarf it. Casey's breathing grew shallow. He raced to his bedroom. He had a few coins from when his father was alive, his dad liked to gamble and always brought home some odd change from some of the casinos he visited. One was a half-dollar. Casey raced back. In the bathroom the coin tumbled from Casey's hand. The coin thudded loudly on the floor but not before Casey saw what it showed. The areola was wider even than the half-dollar. It could be his imagination but it seemed darker too. His nipples looked longer, wider. Casey was careful not to remove his wraps too much after that. --- Though Skye still wasn't being careful while masturbating. Another week and she was able to fit four fingers inside. The wound was more than halfway open. The last tear seemed to be the worst. There was bleeding; small at first, then steady. Casey really didn't want to go to the hospital, not yet anyway. He had already contemplated what he was about to do next. He had been leaking more and more, not counting the fact that he had to sit down to pee all the time now. Casey didn't have much of a choice. He couldn't change his boxers fast enough. In his closet he took out the small, folded package. It was Alison's pads. Casey fit them to his boxers. In gym class Casey was glad his medical note was still good. He couldn't bear to change with the other boys, not with a woman's pads in his boxes. It was working pretty well too, catching most of the blood and mess. When he moved however, the boxers moved all over as did the pads. They didn't hold the pads where it needed to be held, it was too loose. He needed something that fit snugly into that groove below. That night he tested the remedy and it worked. The pad stayed next to his wound much better when he put them on a pair of panties. He still had a pair of Alison's and they fit much better then his mom's had. Casey masturbated in bra and panties that night. He left the panties on overnight but kept his chest wrapped up in medical bandage, hoping the swelling would go away. He did the same every night after that as well. Casey began having sex dreams again. He began seeing through Skye's eyes, living her fantasies. In some she was on the bed, Ricky naked and on top of her. In some she was in the shower with Kyle or sometimes she was in his bed. More and more she started dreaming of Roald too. With Ricky, Casey had tried real hard not to spy on him in the shower. Both Ricky and Casey had ended up in the school one day after a game of basketball and Ricky had used the locker room shower. All alone, Casey couldn't help himself from peeping. Ricky was right there, he could have walked right up to him. Luckily he was able to stop himself, barely Kyle and him were closer then ever. Casey started to realize more and more how he would grow aggressive when his mom was around, more playful when the two of them were alone. Then things got really bad. Kyle broke his arm. He could continue his work from a managerial standpoint but he spent more and more time at home. Kyle also began to take some of his mother's pills to help him sleep. Casey had crept to Kyle's room a couple times but soon realized he didn't need to creep. With the sleeping pills, Kyle was out cold. Casey all but locked himself in his room every night after that, afraid of what he would do, of what he could do. Roald however was the most unexpected of all his fantasies. Casey couldn't put a finger on anything specific Roald had done to earn him a spot on the roster. Roald knew Casey was going through some things and had correctly guessed it had something to do with puberty. From there Casey had shared a little bit more each time they talked. He told Roald about making out with Alison. He shared about some of his experimentation, even about wearing a bra and panties - though he lied and said it was a one-time thing. Roald had seemed to accept this, accept him and Casey loved him for it. Another month went by. Then another. Casey's hips widened inch by inch, creating more space between his legs. Casey didn't really notice but the panties he had been wearing seemed to fit better. The extra space between his legs allowed his remaining penis to slide further down and tuck inside. Casey did notice when his pants stopped fitting. He tugged and tugged but they got stuck before he could get it above his thighs. His butt seemed to share the same pudge his chest was gaining. Casey had to pull tighter and tighter on his chest wraps each day to keep his chest from pushing up his shirt. Casey's hips stuck out an inch to the sides, his butt in the back two inches and this made Alison's thong swim above it. The pants still didn't fit, he had begun to start borrowing some of the clothes Betsy had left over. Betsy initially had stopped a lot towards the beginning of school but once Kyle began to cool against her advances her visits became less and less frequently. When she did come over it was only when Kyle wasn't around, which was becoming less and less likely. Often she came over horny and it wasn't long before she started suggesting they go upstairs. At first Casey had begged out of her first two sessions. The first time Casey had been bleeding again, though his wound hadn't opened any more. Betsy eventually persuaded him to join in but when he did she was aghast. Casey had pussy! Or at least half of one. Casey tried his best not to show himself when he was masturbating next to Betsy but about midway something changed in him. Then it seemed only natural to him what he was doing, he was following some familiar rhythm. Betsy had already orgasmed twice watching Casey work his fingers in and out of his hole, working towards his first. Or her first. Or whatever Casey was now. The second surprise came when Casey finally removed his shirt. Casey's chest was wrapped in a kind of medical bandage but based on the two lumps pressing out in more-than-obvious places Betsy didn't have to guess what Casey was hiding. Betsy grinned widely. She had had heard of things like this and had always had a suspicion hiding in the back of her mind. Casey was like a brother to her but Betsy secretly had always wanted a sister. Did this mean she now had both? Either way, Betsy was careful not to bring it up. She knew how sensitive he could be. That didn't stop her from leaving behind a little present. A tiny little object that had gotten her through those tough months pining for Kyle. Casey found it later. It had a smooth, teardrop head pointing out. The object was Betsy's dildo. The first day it just sat there on Casey's desk. Casey debated whether to call Betsy but what would he say? The next day there wasn't a debate at all, his sexual curiosity overrode his sense of shame. Casey pushed the tip in and out of his hole, just slightly. The teardrop head pushed into his pussy, the lips opened to its shape. The excitement quickly wore off though, he didn't see what the big deal was. He thought about what Skye would do. Skye pushed it in and out a little more, pretending it was one of her lovers. Her thumb felt a little lever on the side. She flicked it one notch. The dildo immediately began to buzz. It felt amazing. She allowed it to pump into her more and more. Her pussy widened to accept the head, the half that opened up anyway. The other half of the scar began tearing. She pressed in again and it tore more. Then she flicked the switch two more notches. The dildo absolutely jumped. It jerked and vibrated so violently that it Skye released the device. It slipped all the way down into her vagina. Then there was a pop sound, the scar tore further. Skye was in bliss until she realized what had happened. Her scar! She looked down. No, it couldn't be called a scar anymore. Between her heaving, covered breasts she saw her gaping sex was filled. Inside the buzzing dildo looked like a penis stuck into her, and she looked like a real woman being fucked by it. The fact that she had allowed this to progress so far fascinated her, that she wanted it to happen frightened her. She tried to reach for the dildo in panic, it stuck deep. It continued to tear into her. Another quarter inch of scarring tore away and Skye reached again. She couldn't let the tearing continue but she also didn't want it to stop. Now less than a quarter left and she was about to cum. She didn't like all the changes, soon they would be hard to hide. All the boys would notice, fake broken ribs couldn't keep her from from gym class forever. She wanted to be a boy again, didn't she? Hopefully she could go to the hospital, get everything fixed. Or... Or she could experiment like a proper girl, she could let herself 'open up.' With the full scar opened maybe she could pretend to be like a full-woman, maybe she could even fit larger things inside her. Maybe even Kyle... The decision was made for her when she finally came. Her hips lurched, her pussy shuttered and the dildo kept right on buzzing. She opened and opened until finally the seam completely unraveled. She now was completely open, completely a woman. --- Casey skipped school next day. He had no idea how he was suppose to leave his room. It didn't stop him from experimenting further though. Next week, he had resolved. I'll go to the hospital next week. But he didn't really believe that now. Somewhere inside his mind, he knew, or thought he knew what was happening. Breasts, vaginal fluids, sexual thoughts of men. He also knew but couldn't admit that if anything, the pills he had weren't helping him become a boy. They were helping him become a woman. Even if Casey really, consciously understood this fact and even if that would have filled him with a sense of dread - especially even if he would have known that each step he took towards encouraging these female hormones he was irreversibly stepping away from ever being a male - that didn't stop him from bringing the pill bottle to bed with him. He had two left. He swallowed one and began to undress. Casey had wrapped his breasts up tighter than ever, afraid of what he'd find if he didn't. But he still wore the red panties, still used Betsy's dildo. He had a pussy now and though the whole of his male mind worked to deny this, in the fantasy of being Skye there was nothing preventing him from believing it. Or using it. Casey Masturbated, came then slept that whole day. Woke up, fucked, slept again and again until he finally passed out, exhausted. Skye woke up late in the night. To her it was just another sleepless dream and she again was filled with need. She had an orgasm earlier but it wasn't enough, she wanted something more powerful. What had Kyle always said? 'If you need anything, I'm right down the hall.' She started to walk half-dazed out of her room. As she did, a bit of the medical gauze caught on the edge of her bed. It began to unravel as she walked down the hallway towards Kyle's room. Skye walked like a zombie to his door. On the floor she left a zigzag trail of beige bandage behind. One of the medical layers unwrapped and, as it did, the pressure on her breasts released. They pushed out, seeming to grow. Each step and the bandage unwound further. Another layer and another and Skye's breasts pushed out inch by inch, huge. By the time she stood in front of Kyle's room she was completely topless. She opened the door and slipped inside. On the bed, in the moonlight Kyle lay face up and asleep. Kyle still had his broken right arm in a cast and sling. He was all but naked in his briefs and snoring soundly. Skye smiled, still thinking this was a dream but remembering that Kyle often took his mom's pills to sleep. If he did, nothing she did would wake him. She crept to the bed, looking at Kyle's face. He was beautiful, perfect. His neck was both thin and bulky with cords of muscle. His chest and stomach were stacked with them. Bristling on every inch of him was hair. Coarse, brown lengths of hair that waved along his arms and legs, patches of wispy curls on his chest, a long, thin line of it that ran down into his briefs. Skye then fixated on his crotch. The white briefs held a curled line of thick, bulging flesh inside, like a snake balled up and ready to strike. Skye grabbed the elastic hem and pulled down. Kyle's penis flopped out. Kyle gave a snort and stopped snoring but his eyes remained closed. Skye looked over her own body. She didn't look anything like Kyle. Her arms and legs were less bulked by muscle; thin, soft and lithe. She couldn't see her face but if she could she'd notice what months of hormones could do to an already effeminate face. Those muscles also grew smaller and thinner, making her face seem longer, her nose and chin smaller. Layers of fat had built up around the cheeks, below her eyes and on her lips, rounding her face and softening it. Her breasts heaved. For an adolescent teenage girl, breasts can seem to grow overnight and for Skye, who had kept hers hidden, its almost like they had. A telltale crease could be seen in the middle of them now where the two breasts met. Looking side to side she could no longer see any part of rib or chest that wasn't covered by these magnificent mounds. Skye had had many dreams as a girl but this by far seemed the most realistic. She ran her hands up her ribs to her chest. Her fingers reached them hanging just above her belly button, they hung down that far already. Her fingers trailed underneath and the fleshed moved up and over and around until she reached the base of her breasts. Her hand was underneath them, all the way up to her knuckle. Skye traced her way beneath her breasts with both hands until they reached her sides and then she pushed against them. It felt fantastic and she sighed. Her hands followed her own contours. At their zenith, breasts as far out as they would go, from palm to finger tips they pushed out from her chest and further. Her tits seemed so big! 'If only Kyle was awake,' Skye thought, 'and could see me. He'd definitely have sex with me. Take my virginity. Maybe even cum inside me...' But this was a dream, only a dream, and she was in control. She dropped her boobs and took a hold of Kyle's penis. Even as she did, it had already begun pumping blood into itself, hardening. She grabbed it by the base and tugged it to its tip. Kyle stirred but did not wake. The bottom half of the penis remained hard as she released and she grabbed it by the base once more, repeating the stroke. Then again and again. His penis hardened, lengthened, straightened. As it stood up it reached an incredible length. She put both hands on it now and was amazed the penis still almost poked through. Skye removed her red thong panties. Her ass was like her breasts now, rounded and plump but not fat. It was shapely, womanly. Her thighs were curvy, downward cones from hip to knee. She put a knee up onto the bed, pushing Kyle's leg aside. She spread her other leg so that she could see her sex. She didn't find a penis there. This didn't surprise her. This was a dream, and she was a woman. 'And he is a man,' she thought. She took a hand off Kyle's penis and spread her opening. 'In this dream,' she thought, remembering her Biology class, 'this is my labia.' She felt along the puffy walls that were covered in curly pubic hair. 'This is my vagina.' She took too fingers and spread open her pussy's lips, then dipped a finger inside. 'And this...' she thought, tracing her fingers up to the top of her opening and at the little nub hidden there. She peeled back the hood, releasing the nob of flesh underneath, 'this is my clitoris.' Dream or not, Skye was horny and buzzing with sexual pulses with every touch. She angled Kyle's hard, elongated penis towards her opening but it was too big. It stood out past her belly button and caught in between her breasts. She reached down and let the pole continue to slide into the groove of her bust, placing her mouth on its tip. There was a liquid there and it tasted salty. She leaned forward, her fingers diving into her own depths. She let the penis slide deep into her mouth. She bobbed her head up and down, sucking. Kyle moaned but still didn't wake. She moved along his penis, just like see had seen the redhead do at the party. Kyle's breathing grew labored, Skye thought she tasted more of his juices in her mouth. 'No,' her mind protested, 'not like this.' She dropped Kyles penis, lifted her entire leg on the bed and angled his cock downward until it pointed towards her entrance. She pulled it with one had and opened her sex with the other. She needed this. But the angle was wrong. What Skye didn't know was how close her male parts were to being irreversibly damaged. With a lot of the blood vessels closed off the penile muscles had shrunk, much of the skin had been shed. Her testicles were near flat with neglect from her body and sucked up deep within her. At this point she could still go to the hospital, still work to reverse it. Or... Skye climbed up onto the bed, watching Kyle closely. He seemed to be smiling but still sleeping. Skye smiled as well. She straddled his waist but when she did his cock popped out behind her, hitting her in the back of the butt. "Ooo!" she called out, surprised and all too loudly. She didn't need to worry. Kyle was out and, just like Skye's mother, a football team could run in here and wouldn't wake him. Skye stood up on one knee and pulled his penis forward as she did. The tip trailed the entire length of her pussy and bumped the tip of her clit as it passed. It felt electric. She fell, sitting on Kyle's lap and the head of Kyle's penis popped out in the front of her crotch, under her pelvic bone. It now almost looked like she had a penis, but that was ridiculous. Syle slid around. She ground her pelvic bone forward just as she had on the soap bottle in the bathroom. She slid across his entire length. The pole fit perfectly into the groove of her sex and parted it, getting slick with her moisture as it did. She moved all the way forward on his shaft until she was at its head. Slowly she slid back down. Skye did this again, his penis felt so nice nuzzled into her, gliding across her. She wanted more. She slid back and forth, again and again. Each time grinding against him she stayed higher and higher along his cock. When she reached his tip it seemed to want to stay there, opening her lips and tugging on them when she moved back down. Soon it was only the tip at her entrance she was focusing on, tucked neatly into the same pocket of flesh that held her clit and bumping against it. Skye was frantic, blissful, but still needy. She thought he would pop inside her. She wanted him to but the angle was still wrong. She knelt up. Kyle's penis stood straight up at her and she positioned herself on top of it. She lowered. Kyle's penis hit against her enlarged clit, deflected and pushed forward. She tried again with the same result. The pressure, even just against her surface, would soon be enough to make her cum but it still wasn't what she wanted. Frustrated, she grabbed Kyle with one hand and opened herself with the other. She placed him right into her opening at sat down fast. Tearing the hymen would have been painful and in that pain it would have woken Skye up completely. As it was, Kyle, though in a drugged state, was already half-conscious and the pressure might have jolted him awake as well. Skye's body however had never developed a true hymen and had always produced internal lubrication well above that found in a normal teenage girl her age. She slid almost all the way down Kyle's penis without any pain. Kyle's penis stretched and filled Skye's vagina, every inch of her being touched by every inch of him. Her eyes rolled back and her tongue fell out of her mouth. At her entrance his manhood had her split completely apart and yet it still didn't feel like it was all the way in. She wriggled and slid down another inch. She wanted to get as much of him inside her as she could. She flared her hips, stood up and down once more and Kyle slid even further inside her but then stopped. Skye wiggled and wiggled but Kyle still wasn't all the way inside her like she wanted. She was still suspended an inch above him and impaled on top of his cock. Her cervix held his tip just outside her womb and the pressure built there. She tried slowly pushing herself up and felt as Kyle's length traced all the way up within her. Slowly she sat back down, relishing the reverse feeling but hoping Kyle would go into her further. He didn't. Up and down she rode, again and again. It felt so good. Suddenly she realized this was about more than just her needs. Kyle was naked below her, she was naked above him. In the middle they were joined and she was moving into him. Skye only now noticed he had begun to move with her as well. Kyle and her were fucking. "Kyle," she called out to him. His eyes remained closed but he twitched as if in response. She rode him more and more. Her cervix began opening to him. She began sliding down further; Kyle began sliding into her womb. "Yes!" Skye cried. She wasn't masking her voice and it squealed out high, hoarse and screeching. "Fuck me!" Kyle half woke, half opened his eyes. The pleasure was building for Kyle as well. He saw someone there, a beautiful woman having sex with him. It was a dream, it had to be. The view was hazy and the woman looked so much like Patricia but she couldn't be, she was too young. It was a great dream. Kyle didn't want it to end but soon it would have to, the girl was doing her job too well. Kyle tried to reach up, to stop this phantom girl but his right arm was still in a sling. His left arm reached up and grasped her arm tightly. Skye didn't notice Kyle's eyes were opening slightly, or even that his hand was on her arm. She had begun having her own orgasm. Only this one seemed different, it didn't seem to be ending. Kyle moved up to meet her, pushing his hips against her. "I'm cumming. Oh Kyle, don't stop." Her body shivered like it had a cold. Her insides shivered too, all along Kyle's cock. She also didn't notice she was now completely on his lap, that he was completely inside her. His penis had pierced her cervix and stretched the back of her womb. Skye rocked forward and back. She felt him inside her, moving. Kyle felt himself tingle inside, so close to release. Once, twice she moved in rhythm. She felt Kyle underneath her, arching his back. He had something she needed. "Do it," she urged. Five times, six. She continued to rock. Each pulse of her hips sent his penis shooting all along inside her. Each time he rose to meet her his tip kissed the back of her womb. Seven, eight. Kyle felt himself triggering a release. Nine, Ten. Skye's own orgasm was building up again, sensing her mate beneath her quake. "Cum in me, Kyle. Cum in me!" Kyle heard. His balls tightened. Skye felt him inside her suddenly grow smaller all of a sudden. Then it hit them. To Kyle it felt like a wonderful shot from the base of his pelvis that traveled all they way to his tip. Skye felt his fullness return inside her vagina and then almost double. For a near impossible amount of time she felt nothing. Then it hit her. A pressure, filling her tummy with a warm, satisfying, gushy sensation. Skye came again. Her butt clenched and her legs shook. Each muscle along and inside her sex pulsed, clamped then pulled Kyle into her. Kyle release a long, full pulse directly into her womb. For both of them it was pure joy. "Yes!" Skye yelled, barely distinguishable from a scream. Skye relaxed, Kyle relaxed. Then he stiffened again. He pulsed into her again. They crashed into one another. She lay on his chest, her breasts ticked by Kyle's coarse chest hair. He released into her over and over. She continually pulsed as well, every fiber of her being aching to keep as much of his fluid within her. Kyle hadn't had sex in who knows how long and so he continued to ejaculate into her womb until her belly bulged. Exhausted, they both fell fast asleep; Skye still laying on of Kyle, still in each other's arms and with him still inside her.