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My Girlfriend's Gum (A Witchy Girlfriend) By: Boredsitting This story is heavily influenced by the story A Force Of Habit by Jessica Drew. I read the story a long time ago, and it is still one of my faves. There's also some other influences in here, as well. I just hope that it is as good a read as hers. Also, I tried to change the story about midway through to avoid copying her directly. The first half is a tribute to A Force Of Habit, but the rest needed to be my own. This has been my longest running write so far. It's been rewritten several times, put on the shelf a lot, and ignored for most. There was a lot of excitement back when I released the first part, so I want to go ahead and finish it. Please leave a comment if you liked it. Be kind if you didn't like it (you can judge my other stuff more harshly - this one needs some love). I'm just an amateur writer who tries to add a little bit every now and then between my other, more important, responsibilities - work and family. There will be typos. There will be plot points that you may not agree with. I learned with the last story that you can't please everyone, so this story is for me. Chapter 1 My girlfriend, Lily, told me to chew this gum before coming over to her house tonight. I know it will do something to me. I just don't know what. The keys are in the ignition, but I haven't turned them. The next step for our plan is for me to wait. She'll text me to let me know that the coast is clear. So I sit here...and wait. Our plan was a good one. Well, really it was her plan. She wanted me to come over for dinner and maybe some fooling around later, but her father did not like boys trying to date his only daughter. Who could blame him for being so protective? She was hot! Hormone-driven teenage boys like me desired her, and he knew it. Because of this she was not the most popular girl in school. Her father issues hung over her like a dark cloud and eliminated most of her social activities before they had a chance to start. Looking to take out a potential threat to their boyfriends the other girls were usually pretty mean to her, so she didn't have many friends at school. We met during class. She sat beside me, but I was too nervous to openly ogle at her like most of the guys would. One day, I saw that she needed a pencil for class, but didn't have one. As she was fumbling through her purse, I offered her mine. I had plenty, so this gesture was completely innocent at the time. She smiled at me. Her angelic face it up my world. Inside, I was mush. The teacher must have noticed my dreamy stare and loudly called me out. Lily brought her hand up to her mouth to cover a giggle. I returned to the lesson, but the rest of the class was a wash. My mind was stuck on auto-replay of that smile. We have been very good friends for over a month, now. However, she has never let me go to her house. Her father's reputation was scary enough, but even my insistence that I would be okay did not dissuade her. We would only meet after school for an hour or so, but she always rushed home by dinner. Lily was very discreet with our relationship. We could text or call each other, but it was limited out of fear of her father learning of me. Lily always said that it was to protect me. Her father was a big guy, but I'm a nice, friendly guy. He shouldn't feel too threatened of me. There's no reason we could talk it out. Right? Last week, she came up with a plan for us to spend time at her place, but with a caveat. For some reason, she said that I had to wear this college sweatshirt and tight, Lycra athletic pants. I wanted to make a good first impression but was a little confused by her choice of clothing. I assume her father went to this college, but why would she insist on these tight pants? Then, she told me to not chew this piece of gum until the text. After all of this, then I would come over and spend time watching television and have dinner with her. Being head- over-heels that I am with her, she could ask me to kill a bear single- handed, so wearing this outfit and chewing a piece of gum is no problem. Damn my teenage hormones! An electronic chime alerts me that the plan has started. Eagerly, I open the text. It states," Start chewing the gum now, Kelly. Please don't freak out. Trust me. Come straight to my front door and ring the doorbell." What a weird message. What's with this gum anyway, and why do I have to wear these tight pants? I chuckle to myself that it may be laced with weed or acid. She wouldn't do such a thing, but it's still a funny thought. I let out a huff of anticipation and toss the gum into my mouth. Other than an oily residue, it seems normal. Grape flavored. Yum. I chew for a moment and enjoy the flavor. The gum is, like, so much more flavorful that those other gums. I smack it in my mouth. Tee hee! I usually don't giggle, but it so fun. So much, that I bust into uncontrollable giggles for a moment until a warm easiness washes over me like and settles in my head. Oh, wow! That was so cool. It's like insta-calm. Okay-dokey, now to go over to Lily's. I'm, like, so nervous about seeing her father for the first time. I hope he's nice. As I pull out of the driveway, I make a note to myself of how happy and silly I feel. In fact, I feel wonderful. Remember to get ask for some more when I get there. Tee hee! My hand covers my mouth, but I can't stop feeling giddy about going to Lily's. I turn the radio, but can't seem to find a good station. Oh, there's one! A disco-pop song blasts from the speakers while I dance in my seat. It's usually not my choice of music, but somehow, today, it just feels right. An uneasiness settles on me after the initial high, though. My belly feels all bloated and stuff. I groan wondering if this is from something I ate earlier. It really hurts- owwie! My belly's, like, blowing up below my belly button. Darn, total downer. I pull over into a grocery store parking lot as another wave of warmth washes over me. I close my eyes and moan hoping that I don't hit someone as I settle into a distant parking space. That would totally be uncool. Alright, I'll hold off here until these yucky pains go away. The pressure increases in my belly and hips, and I place my hands just below my belly button. Thank goodness for these stretchy pants. They're pressing outward a little around the side, and they're totally squeezing my balls. Tee hee! I said "balls". I find that I can roll my hips back and forth in the seat to relieve some of the pain. The friction of the seat soothes the space between my legs, too. If I could just rub it a little more, maybe it'll help. I still manage to giggle a little at the thought that I look like girl riding a guy in the seat. Maybe if I tilt the seat back I can straighten out some and hide behind the door. Oh, man! That's such a smart idea! The pressure continues strongly, but it seems to be, like, spreading to other areas inside me like when someone squeezes one of those balloon animal balloons. Little tingles of electricity dance over my skin all over my body, and the center of discomfort moves downward between my legs. My hands follow to my crotch in a futile effort to rub the bloating away. Lily was so smart to suggest that I wear these pants. Another moan escapes me, but it seems to be a little higher and louder than I expected. My undulating hips jerk back and forth begging for an end to this torture. Suddenly, a spike of pressure surges between my legs, and my balls drive themselves tighter against me. I reach my hand into my pants to see if my little boys are alright. Moan. My pants must be really tight, because I can hardly feel my boy parts down there. Maybe if I spread my legs a little, then they'll have a chance to do whatever they're doing down there more quickly. The exertion is staring to make me pant heavily causing the windows starting to fog over. This is a workout! Oh, wow. It totally worked. Well, if spreading them a little worked a little, let's see how far I can spread them. As an intense shock of sharp pain courses through my groin and up through my hips as they lock into a new position. Fuck that, it hurt! Shit! Gaining some composure, I look how far I can spread my legs now. I can totally bend them behind my head. Now I totally look like a girl getting her some from some guy. That thought doesn't sound as bad as I would have thought. I spread my legs more to allow for my hands to rub my sore crotch, and think of how a girl would feel spreading herself for some guy. It doesn't seem like a bad idea. The pressure continues to crescendo, and a sharp opening sensation between my legs rips a gasp from my sore throat. It's as if a barrier was broken and now my little guys really are moving up into me. My hands center in on the space between my legs and it seems to be totally crawling around down there. There's a pulling sensation that swells from deep within. Maybe if I just go along with it, then this will be over. Somehow, I can pull down there. It's not something that I've been able to do before, but now it seems so important. It causes me to huff and puff and roll my hips back and forth. Looking down, I can't see any of my little boys anymore. The fabric is pulled pretty tightly across my crotch with the hipbones pushing it away from my belly. Cautiously, my hands feel a small protrusion that I assume is my dick, but it's so small. Out of desperation, I jam my hands inside the inseam of my tight pants and feel around between my legs. It is so small! Giggle! It's such a small little dicky. Investigating further, my hands inspect a slight inseam that is forming down the middle of the sack. Oh, god is it sensitive! I look down, but the sweater is getting in the way of me seeing anything. It's pushed up between my arms enough to block my vision. In an effort to see what's happening down there I use my other hand to push the sweater down, but a large mass of soft flesh pushes back. That's strange. I totally felt that! Giggle! Curious, my hand dips underneath the sweater to cup a large breast on my chest. OMG! I have titties, and they feel so good. Alright, I'm, like, totally feeling myself up in the parking lot. The seam is slowly separates in trembling convulsions between my legs causing my dick to point downward. A strand of blonde hair falls into my eyes, and I blow it away nonchalantly. "Mmmm," I moan. I continue to roll my hips, but now I have something to rub against with my hand being here. It feels, like, oh-my-god-good to rub where my balls used to be. The split is growing deeper and I can feel little parts of it define themselves as I move my hips. Yes, now I'm totally AM getting off on myself in the parking lot. I want to feel more. Moaning, I push a little harder against the split. It's hard to feel my dick, but at the moment, I really don't care. I'm digging deep into this split between my legs, and it's totally awesomesauce. The pressure is starting to ebb, but I continue rubbing myself because it feels so good. Another wave washes over me and I can feel something give away in the middle of the split. Stars dance and swirl around in my vision, so I try to slow down. This is just too much! I can't. OMG! This feels so good. I don't care if people are looking, I just can't stop rubbing myself. My finger finds the spot that gave away, and a super-duper sensitive hole is there. It's so wet down there. More hair falls into my face, but I don't want to think of it now. My body is building up like it's a volcano. Rub! Rub! My hand rubs increasingly closer to the center each time I move my hips, and each time it gets more pleasurable. No way am I, like, cumming in this parking lot. I can't. I'm not that kind of girl...boy...no, girl. I would never do something like that! I would never...my finger finds and goes inside of the center between my legs. My gasp echoes in the car as my body convulses. Heat and pleasure flood through my body causing my legs and belly to spasm. Vision blurs as my eyes roll back. Oh, my god! I'm fucking cumming in my car. The energy pours through my body as I accept the thrashing it does to me. My finger is buried all the way inside of me. More! I need more. My wet insides are pulsing and squeezing my finger like it's trying to pull it deeper. If I just get something bigger down there. Post-orgasmic calm settles through me, and I just realized that I'm a total slut for fucking myself in the parking lot. The relaxation lulls me to a minor nap with the exception of the buzzing between my legs. My body is jelly, and I cannot move anymore. "I fogged the windows up," I lazily say to no one in particular. The electronic chime from the phone crashes my nap. "Are you coming?" it asks. I break out in giggles at the thought. "I was totally cumming," I say to myself as the drowsiness weighs me down into the seat. Oh, no! My eyes jerk open and I sit up. I need to get to my girlfriend's house. Had I shrunk? My feet are totally swallowed by these huge boats on my feet, so I pull them off and throw the oversized sneakers into the back seat. With an "oof" and a grunt I reach down to pull the seat up and brush the hair behind my ears. As it does the seatbelt settles into the middle of my chest splitting my braless breasts into an envious display any boy would ogle at. My boobs hug around the strap as if they were hugging it in love. Playfully, I squeeze my arms in making the seatbelt completely disappear in the cleavage, wondering if there is something more fun I can put between them. I reach down to put the car into gear and chuckle at the phallic knob. I wonder...oh crap! Lily's totally waiting on me, and I'm out here getting myself off. Does she know what's happening to me? OMG! She will be able to smell me. I breathe in, and exhale slowly in an effort to calm nerves. Am I gonna tell her what I did today? As I zoom through the neighborhood streets, I feel like something is missing. I feel completely okay-dokey with being a girl. Hell, I kinda like being a girl. Why don't I feel upset that I wasn't a girl to begin with? I look down at the jiggling pillows my breasts make on either side of the seatbelt, and it doesn't feel wrong that I changed. I remember being a boy, but this is so much better. I'm a girl. It's like a whole new world has just opened up to me. Casually, my mind wanders to my classmates and now different feelings go along with each one. The girls just connect as classmates. The boys, mmm, they tickle a new nerve. OMG! Which one will want to be with me? Will any of them think I'm cute? I wonder what I could wear to make them like me? Beside me, at the stoplight, some Senior boys pull up in a shiny, loud car. One notices me and elbows the others to look my way. I try to act uninterested, but they're so cute. "Hey, what's your name?" one of them yells out. This is so embarrassing. I glance over at them biting my lip out of nervousness and smile. The light must have turned green, because the car behind him begins blaring its horn. The driver reluctantly speeds off with the passenger gawking in my direction. Inside, I'm, like, totally melting. My sticky, wet crotch distracts me, but the car horn reminds me that I need to get to Lily's house quickly. I probably need to clean myself up when I get there. She's so wet and open down there. That means that I can be penetrated, no...taken. They can be inside of me! It should be funny sounding, but now it just seems normal. I feels right. It feels...exciting. The thought occurs to me, if I'm a girl, then is Lily still my girlfriend? I try to think about her while maintaining control of the car. She's so pretty and cute. I envision what she looks like naked, and her image appears just as cute. I love how her hair is naturally curly. I play with a strand of my own and think, "Just like mine." She's now a person I really want to spend my time with and grow close to. I pull up into their driveway. As I get out of the car, I feel my breasts swaying back and forth. They're, like, totally soft and squishy. Oh, I bet they would be totally fun to play with, I think to myself. I'm at the door, so I push the doorbell. I experimentally lean side-to-side to feel my boobs bounce around in my sweater. The rough fabric is stimulating my nipples. Naturally, I caress my backside inside the stretchy pants. Wow, my butt sticks out. Maybe I should stop before I just reach up and cause a similar scene from the parking lot. The door opens with Lily standing looking very apprehensive. "Are you okay?" she asks me out of concern. I give her a big smile and playfully nod my head up and down, "Yeppers!" "Oh, dear!" she exclaims, "I must have put too much into your gum." Chapter 2 "Come in," she says while waving me into the house. We walk into the kitchen where her father is preparing a meal. Herbs and sauces punctuate my senses. "Who is your friend, sweety?" he asks with a bright smile in a baritone voice that I feel as much as hear. He comes over to me with an outstretched hand expecting me to shake it. I'm a little confused because he's supposed to be this mean, oafish monster that keeps his daughter trapped in her room like a fantasy princess. At least, that's what the reputation is. Instead, he seems very nice...cute even. Don't get me wrong, he's a very big, macho type. The counter comes up to just below my boobs, and I have to look almost straight up at him. I giggle when I reach out my hand. Goodness! His hands are so big. They dwarf mine as he shakes it with a grip that seems, like, superhuman strength. As our hands shake, my boobs jiggle around inside my sweater giving me little shots of giggly goodness. His eyebrow rises a little when he comes close as if he knows my little secret. "Chloe will help me study a little before dinner, dad," she says. So, my name is now Chloe. That's so cute! Do I look like a Chloe? How does a Cloe feel? Does her father like that name, Chloe? I hope he does. I wonder if he knows that I was fucking myself just a few minutes ago. How could he not? My hair is completely tussled, and I'm sure I smell like sex. I smile at him and tilt my head trying to be as cute as I can. Maybe he'll be nice to me if he likes me... "Come on, Chloe. Let's get upstairs," Lily interrupts my thoughts. Tee hee, I must have been daydreaming. As we enter her room, she quickly shuts the door and grabs me by my arms examining me as if I was a piece of art. "Silly, what are you doing?" I ask. She's so cute when she looks concerned. Wow, and she looks VERY concerned. Lily is moving my clothes back and forth on my body as if she's looking for something. "Why are you acting like this?" she says to herself. He hands pull up my sweater. The cold air shocks me a little and I giggle. "Hey, I want to look to those, too." I pout. "Why are you so ditzy? I wonder if I put too much potion on your gum. Did I get the ingredients correct?" Lily questions. I can feel my boobies jiggle around as she manhandles me. With her hands busy, I take advantage and grab my boobs to see how they feel. They feel so full and bouncy and sensitive - tee hee. Wee, boingy, boingy! I guess they aren't all that big, but the nipples are little bullets right now. I moan. She pulls my pants down to examine between my legs. I would have pulled them down for her if she'd ask. Maybe I'm just too busy playing with my boobies to keep up with her examination. "It looks like the potion did its job. Congratulations, Chloe. You are very much a girl." Lily states with both satisfaction and trepidation. "Yup, you are REAALLLY a girl, aren't you?" I nod my head up and down with a silly half-grin from pawing my boobs. "Yep!" I reply. "I will have to wait until I can make a new batch to find out what went wrong." Lily explains. I tilt my head as if asking why. There's nothing wrong with me, is there? "You made me a girl so that we could spend time with each other, didn't 'cha?" She furrows her brow and bites her bottom lip in thought. She looks so cute when she does that. It used to turn me on when I was a guy, but now she has this adorable look that I enjoy watching. "I guess you're right," she concedes. "The problem is that my father is now expecting my new friend, Chloe, to be a ditzy girl. I hope you like this, because you'll be this way every time we are together near him." Lily explains some more while we sit cross-legged on her bed. "You were just supposed to be a little less female when you come over. That way we can still fool around. I thought you would still be my Kelly in here," as she taps my head," and here." She grabs the space between my legs. It sends a little shock through me scaring me if she can feel my moisture from earlier, but I to compose myself. It feels good for her to touch me there, but it doesn't excite me enough to do anything more. She stops and peers deep into my eyes. We look at each other for a moment, when she pulls her shirt up exposing her boobs. Shocked, I glance at them. It's the first time I have gotten to see them, and they are so cute. Little triangular projections topped with a round, pink nipple. They're not very big at all. They don't even seem to hang - they just point out. Boing! Hey, which way to the store? Over there? Thank you boobies. Her nipples look fun, though. I cover my mouth with my hand and break into a fit of giggles. Dejected, she lowers her blouse. She knows that I don't see her as a sexual object anymore. My giggle fit continues for a moment until I look up at her. She's hurt. Oh, no! I immediately stop and lean over to hug her. Lily leans her head into mine as we share a cry. "This was not supposed to happen," she cries. "You were supposed to come over and we'd fool around. Now, we can't. I lost my boyfriend, because I'm stupid" I continue to hold her allowing her to finish crying. She didn't lose a boyfriend, I think to myself. I'm still here. I may be a girl, but we can still spend time together. So what if I don't have my junk...my mind stays on that thought. The image of my previous dick sends a shudder through me. Yes, I guess I'm upset that I don't have it anymore for her to play with. However, the thought of a dick between my legs is exciting enough to make me a little wet again. I close my eyes and begin to dwell on images of dicks. I don't have a large library of memories of dicks in my head, but I like the idea that one can be in me. I begin to wonder what it is like having sex from this side. A groan escapes my throat. Any guy would love to have a chance to be in me. Wow, imagine the power I have now. The door swings open, and her father stands there inquisitively. "Is everything alright?" he asks. "I heard you crying, so I came to see if you were okay." That is so thoughtful, I think to myself. He is totally not the monster that everyone says he is. "Just girl stuff," she replies with a slight bit of annoyance. He doesn't look too convinced, and looks at me as if I did something. I shake my head up and down playfully and grin as big as I can. "Yup, just silly girl stuff." He keeps his eyes on me as he backs out of the doorway. OMG! Her daddy was totally scoping me out! I grin liking the idea. We look back into each other's red, drippy eyes for a moment, then burst into another giggling fit. This time she's with me, and that makes me happy. "How long will this last?" I ask her. "The girly stuff, or our plans to meet?" she replies. "Both" "The potion should only last until later tonight. It doesn't last for too long. As for you coming over? I guess if you can handle being a ditzy girl, then you can come over as often as you can." I was a little bummed about the first news, but the second was amazing. For the next couple of hours we eat dinner. I'm really trying to be as mature and respectable as I can, but everything just seems so silly. We bust out in fits of giggles so much that her father seems a little annoyed. Each time I try to speak with him, I just seem to trip over my thoughts and my words tumble out haphazardly. Lily's dad must think that I'm some dumb blonde. After putting up the dishes, we retire to her room to watch silly girly movies together. We cry when we are supposed to. We laugh when we are supposed to. I never knew that watching a movie would be so draining. After the movie, we were thirsty so I went downstairs to get some sodas. As I neared the kitchen, I overheard her father talking to someone in his office. I didn't pay any attention to what was said, but he sounded so authoritative and strong. I liked his voice. It demanded your attention, and I feel, like totally susceptible to his charm. Sneaking up on the doorway, I peered my head around the corner. He was looking in my direction, so I was immediately discovered. "Come on in," he boomed as he hung up his phone. His voice was so commanding, I had no choice but to follow it. Hesitantly, I entered the room like I was in trouble. "What are you doing?" "I was on my way to the kitchen to get something to drink." He walked around to the front of his desk and sat upon it while I was trying to explain why I was eavesdropping. His presence sent shudders through me and I began to stammer. Why was he making me feel this way? A sly grin stretched across his face while his eyes scanned down my body. He was, like, checking me out again. Here I was making a fool of myself and he was undressing me with his eyes. However, Lily's father was listening to me like I was the most important person around, so there's that. I was the only person at the moment, and it made me feel so good. He breathes in as if he smells something, and looks down at me questioningly. "So, you're Lily's friend?" he inquires. "Yes, sir." "Where are you from?" "I'm one of her friends from school." I reply knowing that this is true, but not the whole story. He leans in again as if he's sensing something. "You're a very pretty girl. I bet you have all the guys after you." "Not really," I reply. This line of questioning should be setting off alarms in my head, but he seems genuinely interested in his daughter's friends. I wonder if he can see that I'm, like, totally freaking out inside. I give him a look over and become nervous at his size. Instinctively, I pull a hair into my mouth to play with it. It helps me focus. "So, what were you two doing upstairs just now?" I ramble on for several minutes about the plot of the movie and how draining the whole affair was. "That's nice, dear. How about you go on about your business, then," he concluded. "Okey-dokey, Mr. B" Turning around, I left the office back to the bedroom. "Ahem, Ms. Chloe?" he called. Oh, my gosh! He called me Mrs. Chloe. It makes me feel so smart and sophisticated. "Yes, sir?" I replied. "You mentioned that you were thirsty. The kitchen is the other way." Oh, how silly of me. He blustered my thoughts so much that I forgot why I was here. Walking past him, I saw from the corner of my eye that he was watching me walk away. Was he checking out my bootie? Mark one for these tight pants. I've got to get me a pair myself. I giggled some more that I was being scoped out by Lily's dad while walking to the kitchen. God, he made me so rattled. Returning to the room with the sodas, we started to form a plan of how we were going to continue seeing each other. Lily suggested that that she make some more pieces of gum for me to use anytime I planned to come over. I nodded in agreement. She is so smart, so I can't really help. In the meantime, we just needed to conclude my visit before the gum wore off. Holding hands and staring into each other, we said our goodbyes in her bedroom. She leaned in for a kiss and I kinda-sorta froze. I didn't return the kiss, but held her like an old friend. She sighed, but understood. Her timing is incredible, because as soon as I turned the corner of her street I could feel a warming sensation. Spying an exit, I pulled into an empty parking lot to allow for my change back. This is a good time for me to dwell on the evening events. How could I have been with her all afternoon and not try to get her naked, and why did I have such an attraction to her father? Shit! That gum was the cause of all of this mess. It turned me into this dumb, bimbo of a girl. I grunt with frustration. It was lower than the girly voice I've had for the last few hours. I must be turning male again. The warming sensation increased, and a slight pain developed in my lower belly. It kind of feels like a bad case of gas, but the pressure is centered lower. Sweating profusely, I pulled my top off and pulled my athletic pants open allowing my crotch to breathe. My nipples were still poking out, but the majority of the breast had sunk back into my chest. With my hands wrapped around my lower waist I grunted with the waves of heat and pain. This is not a fun ordeal, so Lily needs to find a better way for this to happen. Thinking about my breasts and pussy gave my growing dick a boost in size. Good, I'm back to liking girls again. Feeling "male" enough to drive, I return home to take a shower and go to bed. Chapter 3 A couple of days later, Lily tells me that she thinks she fixed the formula for the gum. I don't really want to go through with changing again, but if she's so fixated on it, then I'll go along. The last time was such a weird ordeal. I don't know if I can face her father again after spazzing out like I did that last time. To calm my nerves and to make sure that everything goes well, Lily said that she would be present when it happens. I agreed. Friday after school was the perfect time to try the new gum. I told my parents that I was going to a friend's house, and wouldn't be back until late or the next morning. I needed to give myself some time if this thing doesn't work out. I drove over to the football field, because the season was woefully over without a playoff chance. In the school's disappointment, no one really wanted to be near the field. Lily led me over a space between the two concession stands. It was covered by all directions and a bench made it easy for me to sit, or lie down. She placed a duffel bag with a girl's change of clothes on the ground and dug out a ziplock bag of purple-colored gum. Still unsure of her formula, she hands me a piece of gum, but doesn't let go of my hand. It doesn't feel as oily as the previous one. We look into each other's eyes and stare for a moment knowing that in a few minutes I will not be here. "I love you," she whispers as if I was leaving for good. "I do, too," I reply. "Before we start," I add, "I want you to know that my change was very, umm, sexual the last time. I don't know what I will do, and I don't want you to be hurt if I do anything that I normally wouldn't do." Her eyes are starting to glass over, and she shakes her head in understanding. "Okay." Sitting down, I place the gum in my mouth and start to chew. The grape flavor explodes in my mouth again as I chew bracing myself for what will take place. The waves come over me again, and I moan. Lily stands in front of me with such a discriminating glance that I think that I've done something wrong. Smacking the gum in my mouth I tell her that she's, like, totally freaking me out. "Then close your eyes," she answers. What a great idea! Man, Lily is so smart. I close my eyes and lean back against the wall behind me allowing the waves to wash over me. This time I try to enjoy the sensations. There's pressure like the last time, but it isn't so much. My hips are pushing out making me grunt, but there's no pulling from my pussy. "Lily?" I ask in a high-pitch whine. My hands slide into my pants to my groin. It's still there. Well, it's not very big, but it hasn't turned into a pussy, yet. Honestly, I'm a little disappointed. "There's something wrong this time. I, like, still have my thingee." The waves continue to pass, but I try to keep my focus on her. She smiles so big, and dances in place. How cute. She seems so happy. "That's good, Chloe. That means that I got the formula right." We patiently allow the changes to conclude before saying anything else. "Okay, here's a test," she states as she pulls my pants to my knees displaying my little dick. Tee hee, I still have my little man down there. I reach down to play with it, and shudder from the contact. Lily stands up and takes off her shirt. Her cute breasts jiggle as it slides off making me sqee with delight. Adorable little, pink nubs press out from her pointed chest and cry for someone to play with them. My dick begins to point upward as my desire releases a flood of electricity throughout my body. It worked! She's turning me on! I'm super siked that I still like girls this time. Erotically, Lily glides to me and straddles my lap to press her little cones into my face. Like any man would do, ravish them. She wails in excitement rubbing her little cones across my lips. We continue for a few minutes making out. By the time we're finished both of our tops lay on the ground and we're panting from the exertion. Our breasts heave up and down from exertion. There's something that I've wanted to do for a long time, she moans. Slowly, oh so slowly, she slides down onto her knees between my legs laying a trail of saliva from my mouth to my jiggling breasts, belly, and my crotch. She looks up at me and hovers her mouth over my little cock. It's not very big, but the warmth and wetness from her breath torments my very soul. I moan a very deep, erotic moan. "Oh, god! Please do it." My entire body is totally tingling from the intensity of the sensations coming from between my legs. Her hand slides down my thighs and rubs underneath my little cock. There's nothing there. Between my legs is only a little cock. My balls, tee hee my little men, have retracted into my body, but the cleft didn't form. I can still feel her hand, but the sensations are centered on my cock which is almost all the way into her mouth. Its small size allows her to reach the base without making contact with the sides or back. Lovingly, Lily enveloped my entire dick in her mouth and is breathing heavily onto it without closing her mouth. Slowly, she begins to close her mouth creating a contracting, wet blanket around the center of my universe. Her moans accompany mine as my legs spread out allowing her complete access to my dick, and my hands caress my jiggling breasts. I squeal with giddiness. With it completely engulfed she commences an up and down motion that makes my eyes roll back and legs spasm. There are so many points of pleasure. My brain feels like it will totally break a fuse or melt or both. Pleasure and electricity radiate from all over my body causing it to shake and shiver. My hands shake uncontrollably as they paw my breasts and tweak my nipples. Involuntarily, my hips begin to rock back and forth in an attempt to assist the oral pleasure. I can feel it. Starting as a small spark in my core, it radiates out. My body is on autopilot. OMG! I can't stop this. It's everywhere. High- pitched groans and huffs echo between the concession walls. It's too much. White heat followed by a wave of convulsions explode from within me. For a few moments, my entire universe goes topsy-turvy. There's nothing to see. Only the sound of my wailing exist. As I come down from the high, I notice that I didn't feel either a shooting sensation or a pulling sensation this time. Like a rag doll, I'm spread out along the bench with a wet, open crotch. Heaven. "I made a change that I think we both will enjoy," Lily states breaking my moment of bliss. "You don't have any cum. That means if you're a good boy, you can feel the other side of me after dinner tonight and we don't have to worry about any surprises later on. Honestly, I think this is better than trusting to use any other form of protection." "That's great," I weakly reply consumed by my body's lethargy. She helps me into this really cute outfit of a low-necked white t-shirt and green, plaid skirt. We tried to put her bra on, but it looks like I'm a little bigger than her. I've never worn a bra before, so its absence doesn't bother me so much. Oops, it looks like my high beams are on, though (giggle!). "I tried to keep your size the same as me so we can share clothes. Unfortunately, with your change last time, I had to keep some of the original sizes. I'm a little pissed that you have bigger titties than me," she teases as I slip on a pair of her shoes. For the most part she nailed my size. Man, she is SO smart. We get to her house and go through the front door. I'm mentally preparing myself for the onslaught of attraction that affected me last time when I saw her father. I just hope that my bubbly personality holds up so that he doesn't find out. Plus, it would be really embarrassing for him to see my little dick spring up when he gets close to me. I know that I still like girls, but that doesn't make me feel any safer. With this gum stuff, anything could happen. We make it to her room without any bother, thank goodness, and prepare a movie to cover for our impending session. The thought of finally getting to have real sex with this beauty is making me very giddy. I'm singing a silly song about how I'm gonna get some tonight, but I don't dare say it out loud for fear of anyone hearing. This gum seems to have allowed me some more control over the ditzy personality, but it likes to sneak out when I'm not conscious of it. I don't think I would have been able to keep that to myself last time. "Dad! I'm home!," she calls down the hall alerting her father of our presence. "Chloe is with me, and we are going to watch some movies tonight." She returns, so I'm assuming that everything is alright. We're both on the bed laid down or sitting cross-legged. With my posture bent over, I can see my breasts almost completely from the gaping neck hole. They sway a bit when I move bent over like this. Secretly, I've been swaying a lot when she's not looking. It's somewhat low-cut, so anyone could see the cleavage I'm sporting. Tee hee! I got a rack. They're so distracting. When I giggle, they jiggle around down there stimulating my nipples. Guess I'll have to live with permanent high beams. Back and forth I dance in place making them slosh. It's such a weird feeling to have these little bags of jello hanging from your chest. They magnify every move I make. Forget the movie, I'm having the time of my life playing with my boobs. A giggle behind me wakes me from my reverie. "You look like you're having so much fun," she says. "Yea, I kinda am." "You're so lucky to have boobs like that. You look like one of those teasing girls from the internet dressed the way you are. How does it feel to be able to grab a pair of boobs anytime you want?" I giggle. "They are all I can think about. They jiggle with every move that I make. How do you girls focus on anything else?" She reaches up under my shirt and caresses them. "Who's to say we don't?" I lay back and allow her to partially lay on me. Her hand is working wonders by moving back and forth between my boobs. She seems to know exactly where to rub. I moan and close my eyes displaying myself for her enjoyment. Her warm, moist mouth moves on top of mine and we are seriously making out. For the most part, she's the one in control, but it's not a problem with me, no sirree. Her ministrations give me a chance to learn this beautiful body. Lily's right arm leaves my breasts and makes a slow trail between my legs. Reaching up from my thigh, she lifts my skirt up to uncover my needy crotch. It feels so delicious from this side. She deliberately pulls her panties off of me, and I strew my legs out to accommodate her hands. Lily giggles. She seems to enjoy playing with me down there. Her ministrations seem much closer to me than when I play with him in my alone time. Her loving touch forces an uncontrolled reflex to press down to bring her inside, belying my experience with a pussy. Maybe those instincts are still there. Gosh, I'm so enraptured by her loving treatment, but my little man isn't tall enough to clear her clenched hand. I almost wish that I had more to offer her with my size, though. As it is, my little dickee is super-duper hard and begging for her to play with it. Lily leans up and sits astride my legs. "Keep your skirt on and your shirt down. I'll keep my skirt on, too. That way, if daddy comes in we can just pretend that we are wrestling." Smart move, Lily. I imagine what would happen if he finds out and shudder. We continue to kiss and paw each other. I can feel the hair between her legs rub back and forth on my legs leaving a set trail where it slides. She's really wet! Oh, boy. This is it! I'm, like, totally gonna score. Lily leans back and looks down. She really is beautiful. Not just in a boyfriend-girlfriend-I-wanna-get-in-your-pants-sexy way, but in a classical, natural beauty. We share a moment gazing into each other's eyes. It's calming and reassuring. This is a safe place. Time and place fade away. A warm, wet sleeve slides down my cock and she leans back with a contented moan. The feeling sends me reeling trying to come to grips with all that is happening. Looking up, she's still lovingly gazing down at me with half-closed eyes and a partially-bitten lip. Slowly, she rocks back and forth sliding her wet crotch back and forth opening her mouth in silent contemplation. Her mouth is open, but her lips twitch as she focuses on her pleasure. She's so peaceful. She's so beautiful. Lily's hands are using my boobies as leverage as she deliberately rides her girly boyfriend. Her ministrations are having an effect on me as my own orgasm begins to grow. Faster, she seems to have found a rhythm making me try to keep from going over the edge. Her hands valiantly try to hold back her vocalizations without success. Please don't make me cause her to prematurely end her lovemaking. Lily is leaning forward slightly to rub her clit along the front edge of my little cock. Her movements and breathing are picking up speed as she looks up and clinches her eyes. This is too much for me to control, and I allow the hot flashes and convulsions take over my body. Lily gasps and freezes in place jerking her body erratically. In desperation to stay quiet, she slams her face down into the crook of my neck. A series of violent shakes act as if her body was a conduit for electricity. Having reached her peak, she suddenly goes limp. Ahh, blissful euphoria. I open my eyes and realize that we must have fallen asleep. She's lying beside me face-down. Her clothes are still on but mine have found themselves on the floor. How did that happen? Glancing at the movie, the credits are rolling, so we must have been out for an hour or so. Fatigue weighs me down into the bed trying to convince me to stay put. However, my bladder has a different opinion, so I get up to use the restroom. It's strange holding such a small dickey. It's not bigger than a finger. If this is what I have to do to get some, then I guess it's worth it. Let's just hope that there's no side effects. A pang of thirst wakes me up from the day dream. Spying inside the room, Lily is resting peacefully asleep, so it's probably best if I don't bother her. I don't want to fuss with any underwear, so I find a random spaghetti-strapped stretchy shirt and a pair of boy short-style underwear. They're easy to get on and I don't think she will notice. In high spirits from our lovemaking I do a little dance while going to the kitchen for a drink. Bebopping along the hallway is fun, even if the ditzy isn't in control. I just had my first sex. I now know what it's like. Yea! Woah, careful! Funny thing about boobies, though. They bounce around when you dance. My goodness they are all over the place. Wee! "This is kinda fun," I think as I shake them lost in dance and delight. I'm doing my sex dance. Yea! I'm doing my sexy dance! Shaking my ass and titties. Swaying my hips. God! This is so much fun. I suddenly spy Mr. B watch from the kitchen table with a half-cocked grin. He doesn't look as surprised as I am at the moment. I just did my sexy dance in front of him. Oh no! I just gave him an eyeful. Please don't think that I'm doing it on purpose. Chapter 4 "Good evening, Chloe." I cringe a little. His voice still reverberates inside of me, but it isn't the pleasant one from before. He sounds a little irritated. Maybe if I just get in quickly, get a glass of water and leave he won't bother me. Plus, I probably need to leave quickly anyway to beat out the gum's affect. "Hello, Mr. B," I reply embarrassed and a few shades of red. "I see you are quite the happy little girl, aren't you? What's the wonderful occasion?" He stresses the word wonderful in what seems to be a gesture of sarcasm. Oh, please just let me get my water and leave. "I just came down to get some water. I'm about to leave, so I won't be long." "Oh, no bother," he scoffs, "You can have this water here." Lily's father holds out a water bottle that was sitting on the table. "It's even chilled for you." He smiles widely, but it kinda creeps me out. He knows or wants something. Either way, I'm in trouble. Quickly remembering that I'm supposed to be a bubbly, ditzy girl I skip over, grin, and take it with a chirpy "thanks". My boobs bouncing around without support would be enough to give a teen a hard-on and an old guy a heart attack. He's leering at them out of both admiration and possibly contempt. Finding any reason to leave as soon as possible, I turn and say "thanks". I don't make it three steps and he asks me if I'm going to drink the water. I freeze. Stay bubbly. He thinks you're a bimbo, so play the part. "Of course," I chirp. "What's the hurry upstairs? Come. Have a seat. Let's find out more about each other. It's only polite for you to grace your host with some conversation." Mr. B is playing the Southern gentleman role very well. I hesitate. Crap! I have to keep this persona a little longer, and I don't know how long the gum will last. I inwardly shudder at the possibility of changing back into a boy in his presence. Hugging the cold water bottle with both hands, I slowly step over the table and sit in a chair next to him after he pats it a couple of times showing me where he wants me. My eyes are downcast and the chilly bottle is leaving water stains between my breasts on the shirt from my hugging it. A chill radiates from the stains causing my hair to stand and my nipples to harden. My chilled perma-headlights are leaving no mystery of my anatomy. "Yes, sir?" I squeak. Mr. B takes a drink from his bottled water and inquires, "Tell me more about yourself." Looking for a way to give me time to think, I open the bottle and take a drink. He's staring at my boobs. Self-consciously, I bring the bottle back down in front of my cleavage and try to cross my arms to cover them. "Well, I go to class with your Lily. We have two classes together. I live over on the other side of town, but I have a car so it's not too bad." I'm stumbling to make conversation without revealing too much. This is so uncomfortable. I take another drink from the bottle. "Tell me about the piece of gum my daughter gave you." My heart skips a beat and I flinch. Looking at him wide-eyed as his statement seeps into my brain I stammer. "You know, silly little girl," he stresses the word "girl". "The grape one that changed you into this," he mentions casually while pointing at up and down my body. No words come out of my gaping mouth, and my eyes dart around trying to come to grips with being caught like this. "I'm not an idiot, Chloe. Lily was not as careful as she wanted to think when she used up some of the ingredients in the apothecary. I saw the grape bubble gum wrapper in the wastebasket." His words drip onto me with condescension and vitriol. I grab my belly as a sudden queasiness sets in making this situation even more poisonous. "That's right, Mr. Chloe," he spits emphasizing the title 'Mr.'. "I've been onto your game to get with my little girl from the beginning. I could sense it when you came over the other day. You reeked of sex and transgendering fluid. I bet you had a wonderful time fucking before you arrived. At least, it looked like you did." His voice is both commanding and sharp. "My girl was too naive to know that she put entirely too much on your gum. Oh, sure she corrected her mistake the second time, but you were marked the second you walked into my house." My insides are burning and a familiar pressure is growing between my legs. No! Whimpering and moaning, I retreat a couple steps away from him and find a countertop to grab onto for support my quivering legs and the aching between my legs. Realization sets in. I'm growing a pussy again. I cry out in pain. Damn, it hurts this time. "Did you have fun upstairs just now? Did you finally get what you wanted? Do you think I couldn't hear her getting fucked?" he blasts. It startles me and I cower near the counter for support. He chuckles. "She's not the only one who can whip up a potion around here. I've been teaching her for years how to put them together. So, I made a special one just for you when I heard you two panting down the hallway. You seem to like fucking so much, so I am allowing you to fuck all you want - just not my daughter." My reflexes begin to pull my sensitive areas up and I grunt to try to stop it to no success. Damn, it hurts so much more than last time. It doesn't relent. The pain starts as a pinching sting, then gets wider and wider until it travels up into my abdomen. "I bet it's quite painful, isn't it?" Mr. B asks. "I used a stronger medicine than Lily did. This change is going to stay with you quite a bit longer. You see, it's my own special recipe. Can I help you relieve the pain, though? I'm no monster." I look up at him from my squatting position through tear-swamped eyes. Pleading through the pain and tears I ask him to forgive me and let me go. My plight doesn't seem to affect him, though. He's still sitting in the chair holding his water bottle staring at me. "The potion is just magnifying the sensations you are feeling. You can replace the pain with pleasure if you begin to simulate your new girly parts. You can, quite literally, fuck the pain away." I look at him disbelievingly. "Or, you can come here and I'll do it for you." "Stay away!" I bark and, he replies with another chuckle. I've got to get out of here. As I stumble to my feet the space between my legs is throbbing with pressure and with intermittent sharp cuts. A ball of moisture slides down my legs through the boy shorts. Using the wall for support, I shuffle my way to Lily's bedroom to retrieve my things to leave. Each step sends a stretching sensation from my pussy as if I hadn't stretched my groin muscles in ages. Little by little the intense pain subsides, but a latent pressure remains. My breasts are jiggling around from my bouncing off the hallway wall, and my rapid heartbeat drums out a cadence that drowns out the thump. There's the door to her room. If I could just make it there, I could expose her asshole father for the monster that he is. Just...a...few...steps...more... A large hand grabs my shoulder, turns me around, and slams me up against the wall. Mr. B is bending down to get eye-to-eye with me, and looks very pissed. His hand covers much of my shoulder, chest, and neck. He's so big. His other hand slides from my left shoulder down to pull down the strap and uncover and caress my breast. They're red from exertion and my nipple stands proudly on the tip. Gently, he rubs the nipple back and forth causing me to moan. Those damn nipples are still functional through all of this mess. "You like that, don't you?" I whimper but shake my head no. "Is that so?" he whispers, "I bet I can do better", and his hand slowly trails down to the elastic in my boy shorts and pulls it down gaining access to my newly formed and tingling pussy. I gasp loudly, and he peers between my legs. The shock of my exposed condition cuts through my distress and I silently mewl in his grip. Why is my body reacting this way to him? His finger finds its way down to my cleft and begins to slip between the folds rubbing the lips back and forth. The sawing motion is driving me crazy and my traitorous hips begin to roll with the effort. "Put your hand here," he instructs and places my hand inside my shorts. "Play with your pussy while I get your belongings." Defiantly, I stand still. My shaking hand is still in my pants, but I'm willing it not to move through my tears. He snickers and goes into her room. Oh, my god! My pussy. Just a little slip wouldn't hurt, right? Fuck, she needs stimulation. I pant in fits and spurts. It's true what he said. My pussy doesn't hurt anymore. In fact, it's pulsating, begging for me to touch it. This hollow feeling has taken up residence between my legs, and I'm trying with all of my might not to give in. Not now. Not at this guy's command. "Here," he spits walking past me and tosses me the bag with my clothes and car keys. "You will keep your mouth shut about our little conversation, you hear? There are worst things than this, I promise you. However, I'm starting to like having you around, so I'm giving you permission to come over anytime you want. In fact, I bet the next time you come here, you will be begging me to fuck this new pussy." His breath warms the side of my face. He's toying with my pussy outside of the shorts, and I'm pushing her out to assist him. Would it be so bad to give myself to him right now? I place my unsteady hands on his collar and contemplate moving my mouth up to his. No! I have to get out of here fast before I lose control of my senses. "Yes?" As if guided by an external force I sprint out the door and to the car with my bag. I'm sorry, Lily. Chapter 5 Thankfully, no one was out on the streets at this time of night. I honestly can't remember half of the drive back which is dangerous, yes, but necessary. My mind replays the evening events on a loop mixing the intense love and pleasure from my lovemaking and the domination at the hands of her father. Would I have given in? Should I have given in? His hands were so large and strong on my chest. I bet he could lift a car. Squirming in the seat I realize that my insides were so hot and sticky that I accidentally soiled Lily's shorts. Every bit of me was pining for him to take me. What would he have done with me if I did give in? Lily was asleep just inside the room. Oh, my god! The realization hits like a freight train. I'm not attracted to her anymore. That bastard made me a boy-loving girl again. That's what he meant when he said that I wouldn't be with her again. What am I going to do? As the car drones on, I find my hand stroking the gear shifter like an erect cock. I look down in disillusionment, but I don't bother to stop. The alarm shatters me from intense dreams of teasing my male classmates and seducing my teachers. They were so real that I expected to find one in the bed with me. Oh my, I'm such a slut. I was actually disappointed when I saw that I was alone. With a start I roughly grab and fondle myself to check if the potions wore off. Expectedly, Lily's did expire taking away the ditzy blonde body and boobs, however a slimy feeling between my legs quickly dissipates any feelings of liberation. I was back to normal except between my legs. Lingering prickles and sparks centered around my enduring female parts makes me wonder if I'd done anything embarrassing while asleep. I must have because a feeling of emptiness and longing still demand my attention and my entire groin is sticky with lust. Why do I still have a pussy? Why am I still a girl? There must be a way to counteract this. What if I ask Lily for a cure? Would she help, or would she believe me about her father? Mr. B's threat was so scary. I don't want to find out what would happen if I told her. I guess I'm stuck for the time being. Gotta be smart about this. Let's just play it out for a while to see if another exit appears. The alarm says it's only 6:00. I have another hour before I need to get ready for school. Maybe I can give my new girl parts some attention to quell these feelings before school. Listening closely for anyone outside my door my thumbs loop into the boy shorts that I'm still wearing from last night and pull them down. Images of me doing the same thing earlier last night create fluttering butterflies deep inside of my belly knowing that I would have let him have his way with me. Hesitantly, I spread my legs feeling the cool air breeze over my sensitive, heated lips. I feel so open like this. I feel so vulnerable. Being a boy is one thing. You desire to be the one who penetrates others. Your expectation of a sex is an active one seeking satisfaction by placing your exterior parts inside of other person. The pleasure comes from the outside. Now, I'm opening myself as if to be taken by another. This is different. I have to invite another to come inside of me to partake in any sexual relations. It's all internal, and this wet and wanting body is willing to accept as much as I can. I am now a sleeve built to hold another's cock. I am now able to envelop my lover's body within my own. My legs spread out as far as they can and I open myself up to the world with wet, peeling lips around a screaming pussy. Oh fuck these feelings are strong! I want someone in me. I need something in me... anything. My voice mewls and grunts in almost animalistic desire. My eyes scan the room for anything to replace the cock that I'm pining for without success. In a flurry, options race through my head as viable substitutes to cock. Something hard, thick, and long. Is there something in the kitchen? Maybe I could check in there. Shambling on shaky legs I put the shorts back on and stumble to the door not thinking that I'd meet anyone at this hour. This fixation on being penetrated has affected my entire body leaving me jittery and on edge. Anything that closely resembles a phallic shape jumps out as a possible penetrator. I'm asking myself , "What can I put in me?" By holding the walls, I can steady myself enough to shuffle into the kitchen on a mission to find something to fuck myself with. "Hey sport! Fancy seeing you up this early?" my dad's voice shocks me from behind. He commutes a long ways to work, so this is usually the time he eats breakfast and leaves which I forgot about. My body stands stock straight in an attempt to hide my momentous sexual desire. "Say, where'd you get those shorts? I don't remember you wearing them before?" Oh shit! I'm wearing a girl's shorts. There's no way he can avoid seeing that the front of my crotch is flat. Unexpectedly, the thought of my father discovering my new anatomy doesn't seem so bad. In fact, I bet he'd love to take me on the table right now before mom comes down. If I just spread them a little and bend over... No! Get those thoughts out of my head! I've got to get away. This is too much. I can't stay here with a man around. There's no telling what I'd do. Like a petulant child I hastily dart for the hallway and back to my room. In the kitchen I can hear my father grunt to himself about how weird kids are nowadays. I've got to get back to Lily's house, and try to work something out. Maybe Mr. B. won't be so rough on me if I apologize. Or, maybe he will? A few minutes later, I'm sitting in my car down the street hidden from Lily's morning routine of riding her bike to school waiting for her to leave. If I play my cards right, then maybe I can convince her father to change me back. However, it may mean that I won't be able to see Lily anymore. No. That's not an option. We'll just have to find a way where he doesn't know. My idle hands continue to grope and stroke the gear shifter as if it was a cock. Maybe if I'm quick, I can... Sigh. No. I've got to be strong. Sitting in a puddle of your own juices is not at all comfortable. It's sticky, warm and wet. Each bump of the car jostles my nubs and slips around creating a circle of desire that feeds on itself. The bump causes me to focus on the sensations, which causes me to lose my concentration, and I hit more bumps as I swerve in the lane making me bounce and sway in my seat. My pussy is buzzing now begging for me to put something in it. Out of patience, I slide my hand into the waistband and between the slick lips into myself. My sharp gasp escapes my mouth. It's so tight. She grips my fingers and suck back when I pull back. I lean forward using my body's weight to push my fingers deeper. Oh, that feels tremendous. It's like finally scratching that itch that's been festering for so long. Finally, I can be free of this constant craving now that I'm giving her what she wants. Why didn't I do this earlier at home? Unlike my first change, I'm not feeling the climax that accompanies the growing tension. It's like my body works itself into a lather only to stop cold before I topple over the edge. In a haze, I open my eyes to see her bike make the turn at the end of the road. Hopefully, she didn't see me. Now's my chance to fuck...no, to talk to her father about releasing me from his potion's affects. Stealthfully, I sneak around to the front of the house and ring the doorbell. I'm hit by where I am. What in the world am I doing? What am I going to say? My heart sinks when I realize that I didn't think this far ahead. With a click from the bolt the door opens and Mr. B. stands in the doorway grinning the most evil grin from ear to ear. "You've come back, I see. Please, come in." he welcomes me in by placing his arm on my shoulder and pulling inward. This is it. I need to show him how strong I am and stand up to this bastard. "Fix what you've done to me!" I damand as strongly as I can. My hands are shaking, and my voice cracks halfway through from the stress of my heightened libido. "Fix? There's nothing wrong with you. You are as you should be." "No I'm not. I'm not a girl. Give me back my dick!" "Relax. Don't you know not to come into someone's house and start demanding things? Now, be a smart girl and sit down for tea." his voice is so powerful and hypnotic. Stop thinking about him like this! He's the one who gave me this horny pussy. "No, I won't. You'll probably just spike it with another potion of yours like you did last time," I spit. He nods his head in agreement. "You're very smart, young lady." "I'm not a lady" "You're right! A lady wouldn't barge into someone else's house with a sopping wet pussy and demand things. She'd ask nicely. You must be trashy, then, or maybe just a little bitch. I thought my daughter would have higher standards." I calm myself. Maybe if I play this a little more congenial then he may be more willing to listen to me. He seems like a gentleman, and I can act like one, too. "Fine, then. May I please have the antidote to whatever potion you gave me?" I ask in as sincerest voice I can. My voice again cracks from the strain of having such a demanding sex drive. "No. You can have this potion instead," he states and slides a lukewarm water bottle along the counter at me. "It's the same formula that you had the first time you came over only this time it won't last but about 30 minutes. You were a lot more attractive last night." "You