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Fall From Heaven BLURB: A man is entranced by an impossibly sexy woman at a club and brings her to his apartment. He has no idea that his life is about to be changed forever. --- I couldn't believe my luck. She was leaning against me, one arm twined with mine, her head resting on my shoulder as I fumbled with the keys in my rush to get the door open. I felt drunk. Her intoxicating scent wafted around my head, smelling sweetly of cinnamon, filling my mind with steamy thoughts of what we would soon be doing behind this door. I stole frequent glances at the cleavage pressing enticingly against my side. She gave a coy, impatient sigh at my clumsiness. After few moments I had the door open and stepped back, gesturing for her to precede me. I attempted what I hoped was a suave mock-bow as she drifted past me. Since meeting her at the club my mind had been filled with a soft buzzing, making coherent thoughts impossible. I couldn't even remember how we had got here, my memories blotted out by my obsession with this woman. She entered my apartment with a slow twirl, as if taking in her surroundings, but obviously showing off her incredible figure. My already rigid dick pushed even harder against my painfully tight pants as I took in her splendour. She was a total babe, an absolute sexpot. A tight white shirt, top buttons undone, struggled to contain round, perfect tits that looked ready to burst free at the slightest touch. She wore no bra, her erect nipples were easily visible pressing naughtily against the thin cotton. Her toned stomach peeked through the gap between her top and the sporty elastic shorts that barely stretched to cover her full ass. It was a simple, yet utterly stunning outfit. The shorts almost looked like she'd raided a man's wardrobe for them, but on her the ill-fitting clothes only served to exaggerate her epic proportions, a horny young man's wet dream. Not that I was young, by any measure. I was lucky to have been chosen by her. She gave a small cough. "Admiring the goods?" She giggled. Her playful, slightly mocking voice seemed even more sensual now that we were away from the pounding bass of the club. My guilty eyes snapped up, but she seemed well pleased by my sinful attentions. Her youthful face could have been innocent, angelic, if not for the wicked smile that played across it and the lusty glint in her emerald eyes. I fought through the horny buzzing that clouded my thoughts and managed to dredge up some manners. "Can I get you a drink, or maybe something to eat,... uhm...?" I hesitated. In my moment of lucidity I realised we hadn't even introduced ourselves. I furrowed my brow, my mind struggling to work through the haze clouding my thoughts. I was having trouble remembering how we had got here from the club. She took my arm and gave me a hungry look, her eyes sparkling with desire. "I came here for you," she purred, as her other hand found it's way down to my pants and stroked softly, causing a groan to escape my lips and the lust-haze to settle on me again, "this is the only 'drink' I'm interested in tonight." "But, I don't even know your name yet!" I protested as she started to pull me towards the open door to my bedroom. She paused. "Hmm, I think...," she cocked her head and seemed to consider for a moment, "today, I'm Ashley." A strange way to introduce yourself. I tried once again to break through my horniness and to gather my wits. "Well, Ashley, nice to meet you. I'm Gavin-" But Ashley hadn't waited for me to make my belated introduction, she was pulling me by the arm towards the bedroom with surprising strength that belied her slender figure. I humbly thanked my past self for tidying the place recently and putting fresh sheets on the double-bed. I hadn't expected to score tonight, I'd been on a run of bad luck on that front for the past few months. No, it had been years since I'd had any women take an interest in me. At almost forty years old and many years since I could take any pride in my body, I'd all but given up hope on finding a partner. Which only made it all the more surprising that this young minx had sought me out at the club during an outing with my much younger work colleagues, and engaged in only the briefest small-talk before suggesting we head somewhere more 'private'. Maybe if my muddled head had been less occupied by my ageing body's juvenile demands that I follow this incredible woman I might have felt a twang of guilt for abandoning them without so much as a goodbye. Ashley rounded on me as we entered the bedroom and pulled me towards her, pressing her mouth to mine in deep, passionate kiss. A sweet, cinnamon taste filled my mouth and seemed to spread as delicious heat straight to my already addled brain. The warmth spread to my groin and my cock twitched, pressing even harder against my pants. She disengaged and looked curiously into my eyes, watching intently as I felt my inhibitions melting away, the buzzing in my head growing louder. I could wait no longer. I started struggling frantically with my belt, eager to free my straining dick, but unable to take my eyes from her as she started to undo the buttons of her too-tight shirt. As I had predicted, her tits exploded outwards as soon as the confining buttons were loosed. I froze in the act of unfastening my belt, hypnotised by her figure. They were the most perfect breasts I had ever seen, the rival of any Photoshop-enhanced super-model, without even the slightest droop despite their grapefruit size. She hadn't even been wearing a bra under that shirt and yet they had been impossibly pert and full behind the thin material. Now freed, her gravity-defying tits jutted proudly from her slender chest as if bolted there. My jaw had dropped, but Ashley wasn't waiting for me. She bent down and yanked the still buckled belt from my jeans with inhuman strength. She was panting with anticipation as she pulled my pants down to release my raging boner. It stood rigid, painfully hard, harder than I could remember being for decades. I felt proud at my showing, and she cooed appreciatively. She pushed me backwards onto the bed and knelt down, placing my dick into her magnificent cleavage and beginning to kneed, slowly massaging my shaft between her pillow-soft tits. "Ohhh, shiit-" I gasped. Despite my desire to watch her work, my head was thrown backwards as my body tensed, overwhelmed by the immediate, electrifying pleasure from my cock merely being in contact with those perfect globes. I felt her tongue flick over my tip, once, twice, before she planted her lips and began to suck. "Ahhhh- AHHH-" I couldn't hold in my groans. The warmth in my crotch was building, a rising tide of pleasure that flowed throughout my body from where she touched me. I groaned in both desire and despair, already feeling my hips beginning to buck with orgasm. NO! I didn't want this feeling to end so soon. I was dismayed at my dick's betrayal and tried desperately to hold back the pressure raging in my crotch, to extend this moment for as long as I could. Despite my efforts, the inevitable pulsing began, semen exploded out of my swollen penis directly into her waiting mouth. I felt suddenly tired, feeling strength leave my limbs. I flopped back onto the bed and covered my face, too embarrassed to face this goddess after my premature reaction. My traitorous dick continued to spurt joyously into her, heedless of my chagrin. But... "Mmhmmm- MHMMM-" Ashley was moaning. Her mouth was still clamped to my dick, gleefully sucking up every last drop of my premature cum. I spread my fingers slightly to see. Her eyes were closed and she was shuddering, an expression of pure lewd ecstasy on her face as the last of my seed leaked into her mouth. She disengaged, opened her eyes and flashed a wicked grin at me at me, licking her lips seductively. "Ohhh, yeah baby, you taste amazing." She seemed energised. Her limbs were quivering with salacious energy, with no trace of any judgement about my early orgasm in her enthusiastic expression. "Mmmm. This is only the beginn- Oohhh-!", She shuddered, eyes closed again, perfect teeth biting her lower lip and failing to hold in the moan that just escaped. "Mhhmmm-" She gave a deep growl of pleasure, her body writhing sensuously. I could feel her hot breasts press harder against my slowly diminishing shaft. "Mmmmmm. The beginning," she recovered. Her bright emerald eyes burned with energy, an impish smile settling once more on those perfect lips. She traced my tip with an elegant finger and my dick swelled back to attention at once, as if it hadn't just blown a full load mere seconds ago. She released me from her clutches to begin squeezing out of her tight shorts, a damp patch near her crotch revealing her already dripping pussy aching for attention. "I'll... I'll get a condom." I stammered, reaching towards the side- table. She grabbed my hand and pushed me down onto the bed. Leaning forward, she kissed me passionately full on the mouth. I tasted sweet cinnamon once more, and my mind went white. ---- She was on top again. I'd lost track of how long it had been since that first incredible blowjob, my initial embarrassment long forgotten. Just how many climaxes had she wrung from my enthralled penis? I'd pumped more cum into her tonight than my body had produced in the last three years, as though I had returned to the horniness of my teenage youth. But despite my dick's unnatural virility, the rest of me was feeling drained, my body aching all over. And Ashley... well, Ashley was a machine. I knew women didn't feel the same fatigue after orgasm as men do, but this sex-goddess was unstoppable! Every time I blew my load into her it seemed to grant her new energy, fanning her libido to new heights even as I felt my energy draining away and my limbs growing weaker. Again and again my seed flowed into her voracious pussy, and she would clench up, moaning, quivering with pleasure, every last drop savoured by her insatiable slit. Her face screwed up in exaltation with every spurt of my cum, her teeth clenched in a rictus smile of sexual fervour, her bright green eyes burning with inner fire. Somewhere in the back of my mind I knew something was wrong, some animal-instinct telling me in vain that I was in danger from this woman. I couldn't find the motivation to care, to wonder about the unnatural glow of her eyes, or of her bewitching scent that befuddled my senses. I felt I could trust Ashley. On a fundamental level I could not bring myself to take notice of the strange effect she was having on me, I could only think of how blessed I was to be with her. She was sharing with me with her incredible body, a perfect example of peak femininity, how could I resist her? Why would I want to resist her? We lay tangled together for a few moments following each screaming climax, both of us gasping for air, her tits pressing enticingly against me while her chest rose and fell as she panted hotly. Heedless of my fatigue, she granted me only brief respite between episodes before charming me back to life with a sweet kiss on my lips or enchanting my swollen penis between her bulging globes. Now she was bouncing her pussy on my dick once more, her slender legs working furiously with surprising strength that belied their elegant form, to lift her again and again to slam down onto my raging penis. "mmMMMM Baby, you are soo-MMM-.", her attempts to talk were interrupted by her involuntary gasps and moans every time my rigid shaft reached the depths of her wet cunt. "SO much better-AAH-than I expected. Ahhh-- Haaaahmmmmmh. The others were-MMM-were nowhere near-AAAH. I never thought this would beeEEEEE- so GOOOOOOD-" She screamed in throaty passion. Her grinding pussy intensified it's attack, the warm folds squeezing my dick tightly. Despite the tumult of pleasure pulsing from my groin, my attention was focused on the sight of her immense tits dangling above me, too distracted by the dancing globes to take umbrage with her words. Were they always so large? I couldn't help but reach up to clasp them, fondling them roughly, a coo of delight coming from the face now eclipsed by her massive jugs. I squeezed, burying my fingers in the soft tit-flesh, unable to fully grasp the bowling-ball sized globes in my hands. I groaned, my body tensing. Once again I felt the pressure in my dick that heralded yet another orgasm approaching. Uncannily, she seemed to sense it coming. Her relentless pounding ceased and she began to settle herself securely on my shaft, squirming with anticipation of the meal to come. My hips began to buck and she tensed, throwing her head back, howling in wanton pleasure as I shot my load once more into the depths of her womb. Her pussy squeezed harder around my pulsing dick and my senses were assaulted by wave after wave of pleasure as my hot semen spurted into her, not a single drop permitted to escape her enveloping folds. Something strange was happening. I was certain I wasn't imagining it. As she was tensed, shuddering, with her chest thrust forward, I felt a great heat surrounding my fingers still buried in her pillow-soft tits. Slowly, achingly, her already prodigious breasts grew just a bit around my hands, short spurts of growth aligning exactly to the pulses of cum jetting into her from my captured cock. With each spurt I could sense my body growing weaker, while Ashley's tits bulged around my hands. With my dick was still twitching and my cum flowing into her, I leaned up towards the tempting teats hanging before me and, by some unconscious instinct buried deep in my sex-addled psyche, clamped my mouth onto an engorged nipple. Like an infant, I began to suckle. Unbidden, my hands kneaded her mighty mammaries, teasing, urging them to yield their bounty. After a few moments I was rewarded with the sweet taste of honeysuckle touching my tongue. A sweet, nourishing warmth filled me. It wiped the fatigue from my limbs, banishing my aches. I felt at peace, as if I were floating in a steamy bath after a long, hard day. I began to relax, the tension in my body easing. And then the taste in my mouth changed. A corrupting cinnamon suddenly overwhelmed the subtle honey, replacing it with a liquid pleasure that began pumping furiously into my mouth, hot jets of delight forced down my throat, a burning life- force that seemed to etch itself into the very core of my being. I sucked harder and harder, both hands squeezing her teat frantically, eager for more of the delicious corrupting nectar. My eyes rolled up into my head as the throbbing waves of sugary bliss permeated my soul. Red hot stars burst to life in front of me, dancing with furious energy. The sensations began to focus. An intense heat was gathering in my groin, a pressure concentrating near the base of my dick. I felt fevered as tingling pleasure rushed throughout my quivering body, my crotch throbbing with the intrusive presence now nestled inside me. Hands grabbed my hair and pulled me away from the glorious geyser of pleasure. Somewhere far-off someone was shouting, calling someone an idiot, a moron. I smiled to myself, whoever that 'idiot' was, I'm glad I wasn't he. I'd just had the best lay of my life and I had never felt more alive. ---- I hurried up the grassy path to the River Chapel, not pausing as I usually would to admire the light and shadows cast by the ever-autumn sun over the lush golden valley. There was no time to delay, my urgent message couldn't wait for a never-changing view. I pushed open the tall wooden door with no locks and strode softly but purposefully down the loggia towards the Archangel Lilith's chambers. A number of my robed sisters were moving about their business as I passed, their gazes cast to the floor. Unease hung in the once tranquil air, an oppressive silence that seemed to drown out the peaceful river-valley sounds that surrounded us. I could sense the unspoken disquiet in how they held their robes close to their elegant bodies and the troubled glances they shot at one another as they passed. A few strode boldly down the halls with ample bosoms thrust forward, touting their blessings received from our God, the pure-white robes draped loosely over their chests barely saving them from sin. At my approach they stepped aside, a suspicion of my mission on their perfect faces, eyes narrowed and staring at me with unmasked disdain. It pained my heart to see them so, Sisters I had known for millennia now on the verge of straying from God's path. They could still be saved. I couldn't fail them. I arrived at the elegant door to the Archangel's quarters and turned the carved-wood handle to enter unannounced as I had for countless years before. It was locked. I froze, stunned. No room was forbidden here, in this tranquil place of respite for us Angel's between our duties. Trust between us was a core tenant of our kind, a reflection of the trust that God placed in us to nurture mankind in his stead. I felt shaken. Things might be worse than I had suspected, what had happened while I had been away? Had there been an plot against the Archangel, to bar her from acting against the corruption? I knocked. The unfamiliar sound echoed down the hallway. No answer. I pressed my ear to the door, listening. I thought I could hear moaning. Soft cries, as if someone were in deep pain. "Sister Lilith? Are you well?" I shouted through the door, panicked. "Sister? I have come with a reply, a message from the palace." The cries stopped. I thought I heard a brief scuffle, and a moment later the soft clicking of the lock, and then silence. I tried the door once more, and it swung open slowly. Archangel Lilith was sitting serenely at her window-seat, gazing out at the paradise of the valley beyond. She had her grand golden robe draped loosely around herself, as if just waking from an afternoon rest. Her elegant head turned to face me as I entered, and she raised a slender hand to rub the tiredness from her flushed face. "Ah, Ariel, it is you. I was resting." Lilith's soothing voice flowed over me and I felt myself relax, my panic subsiding, my fears forgotten. "What can I do for you, Sister?" I bowed. "Sister. I have come from our Lord's palace with a message." I gathered myself to deliver the news, the orders that would hopefully save our sisterhood. "The Adjunct has decreed in our Lord's stead that the River Chapel shall henceforth be forbidden to those of the Brotherhood." Lilith's eyes twitched, a glance so swift I missed it's target. "This is troubling, Sister Ariel. Never has this place been off-limits to those of God's chosen." She turned her elegant hand up towards me and continued, "What has distressed the Adjunct so, to make such a decree?" I gaped at her. Surely she knew? She herself had agreed to let me to go the Palace to request aid. Was she blind to what was happening in her own Chapel? I tried to summon the righteous determination I had held while coming her. I was beginning to feel light-headed, my mind swimming. There was a strange scent in the air, something hot and heady, dulling my thoughts. It was difficult to focus on my mission, my urgency seemed unnecessary now. "You know... the Sisterhood... the corruption!" I stammered, shaking my head to try and clear my mind. I gathered myself and continued the message. "Furthermore... Furthermore, the Angel Lucifer is to have no further contact with any of the Sisterhood. He is to remain confined to the Light Chapel until our Lord returns to render judgement upon him." At that, the benevolent mask fell away and Lilith's eyes flashed with anger. "And what has our loyal Brother Lucifer done that deserves judgement? Ariel, your meddling has become so tiresome." Her voice dripped with menace. She rose swiftly from her seat, and the robe that had covered her fell away to reveal her true form. I recoiled, my eyes widened in shock. Her breasts, vectors of our God's grace, were swelled to mountainous proportions. Now revealed to my sight, I could sense the illicit energy that swirled within them. The lips of her forbidden sex were on full display, dripping with impermissible debauchery. She advanced towards me, her curvaceous body a corrupt perversion of our holy chastity. "You... you're his! You've fallen!" I cried, staggering backwards in my dismay. "What has he done to you!?" Lilith smirked. The foreign expression on her familiar face was a stab to my heart. She took another sultry step closer. My mind was numb with shock, the sinful energies radiating from her were plucking at my body, holding me in place. Unfamiliar feelings stirred in my chest. To my shame, I felt a soft warmth growing between my legs. Without intending, I was slowly rubbing my thighs together to try and ease the aching need rising in me. Somehow the gap between us had closed, and Lilith stood before me in all her wicked glory. She raised a hand to my cheek, and stroked softly. I shivered, closing my eyes to protect my purity from her profane body. "Me, his? No, dear Sister, you're gravely mistaken. Ask not what he has done to me." she smiled again. "Rather, ask what I have done to him." I backed away from her, and hit a solid wall that grunted softly. Smooth, masculine hands reached around me and grabbed my chest, squeezing through my soft robe. Unholy sensations I had never before experienced flooded my innocent body. It was impossible to resist. I was groaning, grinding my body against the figure behind me. I wanted more. More. What was happening to me? Angel's made by God's hand couldn't feel such impure lust. "No... mmhm. NO! It is a sin. Mhmmm!" I moaned, pulling away, trying desperately to resist the unholy feelings rising from deep within me. "Oh, Ariel. You were so righteous in your desire to fight this so called 'corruption', you were blinded to the truth. A sin, you say? The sin was our 'Lord' hiding our true nature from us, for bending our kind to his will, forbidding us the pleasure we truly deserve!" she proclaimed her heresy proudly. She pulled my robe apart to reveal my throbbing body, my awakened sex already gushing with anticipation. "Brother Lucifer, why not welcome Ariel into our new convent?" I heard another grunt from the figure behind me, and I gasped as something large entered me, transforming my life forever. ---- I awoke from a wet-dream, my mind still half-dazed. I felt my cock throbbing, cum spurting high into the air as the strange vision faded. Through the haze of pleasure assaulting my body I heard movement, and I conjured up the will to crack my eyes open a notch. My vision was unfocused, but through the gloom I could just about make out Ashley moving hurriedly around the room. Her unfastened shirt hung loosely from her shoulders. She was struggling to get back into her too-small shorts, but her massive round ass seemed to be making that difficult. Eventually, she managed to squeeze herself in and turned her attention to buttoning up her top. She got almost half-way before she realised her now gargantuan breasts were never going to be contained by such a puny garment. She looked around frantically, pulled open my wardrobe and took one of my much larger shirts, and it fitted around her swollen figure just fine. She cast one last furtive look back at me. In the dark her green eyes glowed softly, cat-like, from within. She darted out of the door. I closed my eyes. ---- Slowly, achingly, I realised I was awake. I lay still on the bed, feeling like I'd just been hit by a bus. Reports came in from all parts of my body, each announcing that they had been bruised and tortured worse than all the rest. But behind all that noise there was a slow, steady thrum from my crotch. Heat still gathered there, an intense pressure that couldn't be ignored. My cock was still painfully hard despite the epic sex that had emptied it repeatedly last night. I sat up slowly, slowly, wincing at the sharp pangs from my muscles that had been repeatedly pounded by Ashley's intense lovemaking. Ashley. Had she even been real? I couldn't deny it as I looked around at the carnage of my bed, the rumpled sheets still soaked in our mutual sweat and the juices from her overflowing pussy. I took a deep breath. My dick twitched as I detected her sweet cinnamon scent still lingering in the air. I shuddered. My memories were hazy, I could remember few details of last night's activities. They were drowned out by the roaring lust that had filled my head since the moment Ashley pressed her lips against mine. I vividly recalled the screaming pleasure of her breasts touching my dick, her hands pressing them firmly against my shaft, rubbing the warm pillow-soft flesh up and down my engorged penis, feeling my hips buck in orgasm... Cum arced from my dick and settled among the already soiled sheets, and I jerked back to reality. I had been pumping it furiously while lost in hot remembrance of Ashley. Shaking my head sharply to wake myself from the horny daze fogging my thoughts, I stood and staggered to the window, trying to ignore my complaining legs and the swinging of my still unabating boner. I opened the blinds and closed my eyes to let the autumn sun wake me from this wet dream. I opened my eyes and stared outside. It was barely light at all! I glanced to my bedside clock. It cheerily reported it to be 6PM. I'd slept through to the next evening! I sighed. This was not good. I'd gone out on a Thursday evening, not expected to be... 'engaged' deep into the night. Explaining my absence today to my not-at-all forgiving boss was not a prospect I relished. I wondered if my colleagues would let slip that we had been out clubbing last night, before I vanished without even a goodbye. I had only gone with them because I had a slight crush on Julie, the latest assistant hired at the firm, and only a few years my junior. In the end I'd barely had a chance to exchange a word with her, what with the noise they called 'music' being played far too loud over the speakers, and the attentions of Mike, my much younger peer, monopolising Julie's time. I frowned. Ashley's cute visage seemed to hover in front of me as I struggled to recall Julie's face, taunting me for even considering another woman, as if any other woman could possibly compete against a goddess like her... My frown deepened. I shook my head to dispel the seductive mirage. I felt hot, feeling cold drops of sweat on my forehead as though I had the beginnings of a fever. I took another look around the wreckage of my bedroom, and sighed at the amount of work that would be needed to set it right. I resolved to take a quick shower and tidy it up later. I trudged towards the bathroom. I reached into the shower and twisted the tap to let the water heat up, then turned to the mirror to get a first-hand look at how bad I must look after the pummelling I had taken from Ashley. I blinked. Everything seemed fine. How could my body have taken all that abuse without a single mark, not even the slightest redness? Well, other than the raging red boner jutting from my crotch. Was it... bigger than it used to be? It hadn't abated even after jacking off to my visions of Ashley moments ago. There was a bloated, tight feeling in my groin, as if I'd overeaten the night before, but I couldn't remember eating anything at all. I probed at it with my fingers. It felt strangely warm. I shuddered. It was hard to think clearly, the buzzing in my head I'd felt ever since meeting Ashley was back again. I eased myself into the shower, hoping the hot water would distract me from the lingering lust- tainted memories of last night. With my eyes closed, I let the water streaming down my body wash away the last of Ashley's bewitching scent. The buzzing grew louder, like a swarm of bees approaching. Despite the hot water splashing around me, I suddenly felt cold goosebumps on my skin and a strange chill settled on me. I shivered, pins and needles spreading up and down my arms and legs and across my chest. The buzzing grew higher, a piercing whine filling my ears as the cold sensation reached my head. I was suddenly light-headed, as if my mind was floating away, as the wailing grew in pitch. I was going to pass out. I staggered from the shower and into my bedroom. A cold sweat broke out on my forehead and spread all over my body. I could hear my thumping heartbeat in my ears, a deep counterpoint to the shrill whine in my head. I tottered towards the bed, trying desperately to reach it before I lost consciousness. "Arrrghh-!" I screamed. Before I could take more than a few steps I doubled over in a sudden painful cramp, my arms clutching my pudgy stomach. It felt like it was being crushed in the vice-grip of an invisible giant. Just as suddenly I was jerked mercilessly the other way, my abdomen thrusting forward as my hips crunched outwards. I cried with pain and alarm, seeing stars, my vision white with pain. Despite the chill on my skin I could still feel the heat in my groin and at the quivering tip of my rigid dick. The pressure down there was becoming unbearable. The familiar room was shifting, the floor getting closer, the walls closing in. I staggered, my balance thrown. I realised I was slowly shrinking. "What... is happening... to me?" I choked. It was hard to breath, my body felt tight all over, as if a great energy was under the surface was trying to escape. All at once my cold skin became fever-hot, the dam holding back the pressure in my groin burst, sending a wonderful sugary bliss coursing throughout my body, banishing the pain. The flowing heat seemed to concentrate in my chest, just behind my now throbbing nipples. I looked down to find them painfully erect, sticking out strangely from my previously hairy chest, which had somehow become completely smooth. My beer-gut had been replaced by a tight, girlish tummy, and newly flared hips gave me a distinctly feminine figure, despite the stiff penis protruding from my now hairless crotch. As I watched in consternation, my cock began to twitch and I had to grab at a nearby table for support. Cum started to drip from the tip in a slow, steady stream and I couldn't stop a whimper escaping my lips. "Ohhh, shiiit. What the hell?". I fell to my knees, my legs losing all strength as the sensations flowing from my leaking cock throbbed through me. I shivered as the soft carpet brushed against the smooth, sensitive skin on my legs, feeling little tingles of pleasure wherever I touched the floor. "What is happening to me?" I cried helplessly. I didn't recognise the husky voice coming from my mouth. I was breathing hard, my chest heaving, growing tighter and tighter with what felt like pure bliss building behind my pecs. "What the hell is- AAAAHH-" abruptly, the pressure released with a great spasm as two round, milky-white breasts erupted from my smooth chest. The new sensation of luscious heat pouring into my burgeoning tits temporarily dwarfed the pleasure still throbbing from my groin. I yelped as my spine snapped into a new curve that thrust my swelling orbs even further forward. Downstairs the trickle of cum had become a torrent. My hips were bucking as if in continuous orgasm, dick spasming, sending the thick white liquid flying all over the room. I collapsed forward, unable to support my own weight in the face of this barrage of pleasure assaulting me from all sides. The ballooning tits on my chest pressed enthusiastically into the floor as if attempting to push me back to my knees as they swelled with delicious pleasure. The warmth shifted to my ass, and I felt it begin to swell, sticking sexily into the air. "Mmmmmmhhhh, ooooh yesssss", the cry escaped unbidden from my mouth as I moaned like a slut, starting to writhe on the floor, eagerly pressing my sensitive chest harder into the cum-soaked carpet, letting it massage and tickle my fresh tits, totally lost in the rapture of my transformation. "Mmmh MMMH Ohh- Mmmmh MMMMHh." I manoeuvred a hand to one of my growing breasts and squeezed, "MMm, FUCK". An intense burst of pure pleasure jolted through my body. I squeezed again. "Ooooh YESSSS." No one could have mistaken my slutty cries for a man's. Not that I felt like one at that moment, rolling on the floor squeezing my own swelling tits. A sudden twitch from my forgotten cock drew my attention back to my crotch and I rolled over in time to see my penis give a final spasm, launching one last great spurt of cum across the room before the torrent of spunk ceased. The mighty pole was starting to shrink for the first time since I'd first laid eyes on Ashley, as if any remnants of manly vigour had been expelled from my body with that last shot of cum. The heat in my crotch seemed to crescendo as the shaft got shorter. "Ohhh, ooh, mmmmmmm, MMMMMM!" My moans got louder as my dick got smaller. I looked past my swelling chest to watch it reach the size of a pen, a finger, a thumb. It shrunk to a small red bump and revealed below it a moist, dripping slit, already flowing with sexual juices. Keeping one hand clasped to my aching chest, I tentatively reached down to the new gap to touch the quivering nib my dick had become. I brushed it lightly with a slender finger, and an intense jolt of hot delight racked my body, as if all the sensations I'd felt today were condensed into that one spot. "FFFUUUCK-" I eagerly thrust two fingers into my new pussy with a wet slurp, burying them as deep as they could go. My thumb massaged the engorged clit that was all that was left of my once manly penis. "FUCK FUCK FUCK MMMMMMHH YESSSS" I rolled on the floor squealing, back arched as the pleasure ravaged my body, groping my still pulsing and bulging breasts. The fingers buried in my crotch pumped furiously and I barely noticing the tickling sensation as lush waves of hair streamed down my back. The unmistakable keening of a female in heat filled the room for the second time. I felt the pressure beginning to ease in my chest and intensified my kneading of the new mounds, a single hand flying from one to the other in a desperate bid to keep that incredible warm feeling alive. I was rewarded with a final spurt of glorious growth which tore from me another yowl of pleasure in my now fully female voice. My hips began to buck. I felt the seething cauldron of bliss in my pussy began to overflow, and my first ever female orgasm began to assault my eager body. "Oooohhhhh Ohh OHH OHHH." Shrieks of lustful glee were torn from me, growing loader and higher as the waves of delicious bliss emanating from my breasts and pussy spread throughout my body. "FUUUCK YEEEEEEEEESSSSSSS." I tensed hard, my backed arched, lifting me off the floor. One hand still clenched one of my tits tightly, while warm juices from my new pussy gushed around the fingers still thrust deep inside. My mind exploded in a supernova of pleasure, a religious euphoria washing over me, leaving me floating serenely on a soft, horny cloud of contentment. I slumped, and lay there panting on the floor, feeling the unfamiliar weight on my chest, the twin hemispheres of my plump ass pressing softly against the tickly carpet. The sexual fire-storm in my groin had receded to a horny ache. I was unable to comprehend what had just happened to me, I could only bask in the warm afterglow of the most amazing experience I had ever had in my life. I gasped for air. "That... was amazing," my soft, unfamiliar voice sounded almost angelic. No, no angel's voice would never be so sexual, so seductive, with lusty promises dripping from every horny syllable.... no, this was the voice of a temptress, a succubus. Slowly, tentatively, I rose from the floor. The shifting of my large tits sent me stumbling and I caught the nearby wall for support. In a dream-like trance I padded back into the bathroom, where the steamy shower was still running. Automatically I reached in quickly to turn off the water, as if I had merely forgotten to turn it off. Drops of warm water hit my smooth, hairless, and oh-so-sensitive skin, sending little sparks of pleasure firing off into the depths of my crotch. I felt myself begin to grow warm and wet down there once more. I shook myself hard, trying to concentrate and shake off the enchantment I was under, the motion setting my heavy breasts bouncing joyously. I turned to the mirror and gaped. It was the perfect image of fertility and youth. The voluptuous woman staring back at me could easily coax any man to her bed with just a wink and a knowing smirk, her curvaceously tempting body exuded promises of untold pleasure to any who pleased her. I raised one arm and the youthful vixen lifted a slender hand, showing off her long fingers and pristine nails, little droplets of water dripping down her smooth, freshly wetted skin. I blinked, and the gorgeous deep blue eyes fluttered alluringly, framed by a perfect, round, innocent face and cute nose. I put a hand to my head, running it through the flowing dark waves, watching the sexpot in the mirror tempt me with a seductive flick of her hair. "I'm... incredible." I whispered breathily. Two perfect rows of pure- white teeth were visible behind sultry lips. A sexy lick of the tongue and a sultry smirk counselled me to continue the tour. The college porn-star slowly moved a hand to the creamy, grapefruit- sized breasts that jutted out from her girlish chest, defying the need for any bra. She set a sweet hand to them and squeezed enticingly, sinking her long elegant fingers into the yielding flesh. I whimpered as I felt myself grow aroused from both the sight and the pleasure that throbbed from my chest. Warm juices began to drip down my perfectly toned thighs. Shuddering, I released my soft tit to physically restrain my other hand as it began to sneak down towards my hairless crotch and the engorged clit now protruding above my leaking snatch. I turned sideways, my knowing body settling into a sexy pose by pure instinct, with my wandering hands now clasped behind my back to keep them from their own explorations. My plump ass formed a perfect curve from my thick thighs to my tight stomach to my buxom chest. The size of this salacious body was perfect to be held by a man, my tight tummy, slim arms and feet slender enough so as not to overwhelm, but bulging out enticingly where a lover might want to grasp and fondle. Strong yet graceful legs looked as thought they could straddle a man for hours without tiring. A body designed for only one purpose: to fuck men. "WHAT THE FUCK", I snapped out of the trance, the gravity of the situation suddenly hitting me. "How did this happen? What. The. Fuck" I staggered backwards. I spun away from the impossible woman in the mirror and ran back into my bedroom, breasts bouncing enticingly on my chest. I stared around wildly at the additional damage my unnatural transformation had just wrought. Everywhere I looked semen had soaked into the soiled carpet, and the smell of male arousal was still heavy in the air. There was a dark wet patch where I had been writhing on the floor as my fresh pussy overflowed during the climax of my metamorphosis. The bed was a lost cause, I could see now that the frame had cracked from the ferocious love-making that had assaulted it last night. I groaned hotly, the heady smell of arousal hanging in the air filling my head, fanning the flames of my libido. I couldn't think straight. Ashley. This was Ashley's fault. What had that bitch done to me? More details of last night trickled back into my mind, and I recalled my last sight of her as she skulked out of my room in a tight shirt. MY shirt! Why had she needed my shirt? I frowned. I picked her own discarded top from where she had dropped it last night and absent- mindedly put it on, struggling to remember more details. It fit perfectly on my new body, just as she had worn it, my sensitive chest pressing hard against the material, filling the garment easily with no need of a bra for support. The rubbing of the top against my stiff nipples set my warm pussy dripping once again, another soft moan escaped unbidden from my lips. I fought the urge to reach down and indulge that feeling, quickly stripping off the shirt to check the size, and frowned. A male shirt? Why had a sex-bomb like Ashley been wearing a male shirt to a club night out? And why had she taken MY shirt instead of her own... I frowned again, casting my mind back to the last time I'd seen her. She'd fit 'perfectly' into this smaller shirt when I'd met her, but my shirt, a large, had barely contained her gigantic tits as she fled! Memories flooded back to me of a moaning Ashley bouncing sluttily on my rigid dick, giant tits dancing with minds of their own, bobbing and swaying to her rhythmic grinding on my shaft. The now foreign feeling of semen bursting from my swollen cock into her pussy, her screams of pleasure as her chest thrust forward and her bulbous breasts... bulged. This was insane. How could this happen? It couldn't be a dream, no wet dream could have sensations this intense, have this many screaming orgasms, without me waking up suddenly in a shameful pool of my own spunk, questioning my life choices. Ashley. I needed to find Ashley, and get some answers from her. I could head back to the club and look for her there. I glanced at the clock. 6:15PM. My life-changing transformation had barely lasted 15 minutes. I shook my head in wonder. The intensity of my metamorphosis had been a religious euphoria that felt as if the whole Universe was nestled in my newly awakened body. Nothing could be greater than the seething pleasure coursing through my wild tits, the bubbling cauldron of lust in my groin overflowing through my ever-horny pussy. What in the world could be more important than sucking every last drop of semen I could from every man that I-. What. I shuddered, my awareness growing hazy again as I tried to dispel the thought of... men... from my mind. No, not men, cum. As much cum as I could swallow. Pure life essence spurting from a bewitched cock nestled between my bulging tits, flowing into my enchanting mouth, fuelling the sexual furnace at the core of my very being. Semen pumping into my womb from an enthralled penis, granting me new strength and vigour, again and again and again and again... "NO! I don't want men, I'M a man! Not some slutty nymphomaniac living for cock!" Cock. An engorged dick, swollen with delicious sperm, begging to fill my craving cunt- I clutched my head, shaking it from side to side, trying to dislodge the corrupting thoughts that were taking root in my mind. The motion set my breasts dancing once more, the sweet sensation stirring my ever-eager pussy to life. I felt warm wetness dripping down my smooth thighs and a sweet cinnamon smell that reminded me of Ashley filled the air. For a moment my horny female body warred with my dazed male mind. I was panting with desire, my willpower snapping under the assault of these new feelings. My hands flew unbidden to my chest, one clutching an aching mound of tit-flesh and squeezing hard, the other pinching an erect nipple. I fell backwards onto my messy bed, frantically fondling my aching tits. I took one hand lowered it to my dripping pussy. ---- My body burned with heat. I lay on the cot in my simple chamber, shivering, my feverish mind struggling to make sense of the events of the feelings stirring in my trembling body. I had returned from my assignment tending to the men of Judah. It had been a particularly draining task, many had required my wisdom and blessings after a long draught had struck the area. I was greatly wearied, and headed straight to the springs of the Valley where I could restore my strength at the Lord's fountain. I bathed in the familiar warm waters and felt my energy return, my chest filling with warmth, infusing my soul with God's blessing. I lingered a long time in the waters, basking in the heat. Yes, I could remember, that is when I felt the beginnings of the fever, and I decided I should seek my chamber to rest. I had stumbled from the pools and shrugged back into my white robe, shivering as it tickled my wet skin. I made my way up the valley path to find the River Chapel in an eerie hush. My Sisters were gathered in small groups, heads bent together, their expressions a mix of relief and sadness. They were talking to one another in hushed whispers, as if our Holy Temple were a place for mortal-women's gossip! "Ah, Sister Grace!," spotting my senior striding down the corridor, I called softly to her. She turned to me and smiled, a hint of sadness in her eyes. I headed over and she waited for me to reach her before continuing with me at her side. "Sister Dina, it is good to see you." her voice sounded strained. "You have returned at a strange time. I've never seen anything like this in all the countless ages I've served." She shook her head in worry and continued. "Just yesterday, some of our Sisters were taken into custody by the palace guard. Including the Archangel, if you can believe it!" I stopped abruptly, stunned. An angel, one of God's trusted servants, arrested? I began to shake, the corridor swimming in front of me as my eyes unfocused. I could feel the fever rising. "We've been trying to find out what happened. We've been told to stay away from the springs for the time being-" Sister Grace stopped and looked back at me in concern. "Dina, are you well? Your face is flushed, as though you have been in the cold over-long." She put a freezing hand to my forehead, "You are fevered!" she exclaimed. I swayed, my mind feeling sluggish and slow, and tried to focus on her. "Ah, Grace..." I mustered my strength to assure her, "I am fine, merely wearied from my long journey. I should head to my chamber to rest, and I will feel better on the morrow." I didn't want her to worry about my health on top of this disastrous situation. She watched me sway unsteadily down the corridor towards the residential-wing, concern for me etched on her already troubled face. I passed many groups of my sisters, too wearied to do more than give them a courteous nod. I overheard snatches of their gossip, the fragments bouncing around my fevered mind. "-Brother Lucifer ... seen entering the ... quarters!" "...I saw her go inside ... Sister Arial ... led her to sin! " "The springs ... corruption! ... off-limits until ... no one allowed to bathe ..." "... Archangel ... will be banished!" I somehow made it to my chamber. Now I was shivering in my cot while the fever ravaged my body, and sheets bunched at my feet as I kicked and writhed. I felt alternately fire-hot and ice-cold, two sides warring within me, battling for supremacy. Lustful feelings I had never even imagined were assaulting the innocent sanctity of my body. I struggled to resist breaking taboo, holding my hands firmly at my sides to keep them from violating my chaste purity. I was panting with the effort, my chest rising and falling with my short breaths. The heat of the fever seemed to be gaining supremacy over the icy chill, and was slowly beginning to overtake my sweaty body. "Ohhh! MmmMH-!" I stuffed my hand in my mouth to stifle the sinful moan that had erupted from me, a sound I couldn't believe an angel was capable of producing, more like one of the mortal women in their sinful pleasure houses than a holy messenger. There was a pressure deep in my bosom, where only an hour before I had felt it filling with the holy life-force entrusted to us by God to pass on to mortal-kind. But now that purity was waning, slowly being replaced by an unknown salacious energy. "Ahhh-" I felt a wetness. For the first time in my ancient existence, my chaste sex was alive with forbidden lust. My groin seared with furious heat, millennia of repressed desire washing over me in an instant. "Mmm- Nooo.. Mmhmm- I must not! It is a sinnnn! Mmmmh- NOO! AHHHH-" My willpower snapped with a physical jolt. The connection to my God that I once cherished was severed in that moment, and my hand rushed down to eagerly pleasure my dripping pussy. My breasts were aching to be touched. I clamped my other hand to a soft tit, revelling in the forbidden pleasure. As I squeezed I could feel them swelling, filling with sinful energies from my corrupted soul. It felt so right, so natural. I looked down to see my once innocent body now transforming into it's true form, a temptress, a sex goddess, a succubus. My glorious milky boobs were rising higher and higher above my slender chest, larger than they had ever been filled by the false God's power. Beneath me I felt my ass bulging temptingly, cushioning me on my hard cot. My raging pussy was swollen and begging for fulfilment. Memories of my kin's repressed past flooded my mind as I pleasured myself frantically, finally freed from the shackles of my enslavement. My ascension climaxed with a frenzied cry of glee that brought panicked knocking to my door. ---- Hesitantly, I stepped out of my apartment into the cool night. I shivered, but not with cold, as the light breeze danced around the exposed skin on my chest, my slightly-showing midriff and bare legs. I'd donned Ashley's discarded shirt. It was the only thing in my apartment that came close to fitting my new slender body, but it was struggling to contain the mighty tits jutting from my chest. I'd had to leave the top two buttons undone. The material was pulled up tightly, so my belly was showing ever so slightly. The constant pressure and shifting of the material on my sensitive breasts required an almost continual mental effort to not to start fondling them once more. I'd tried to find some trousers that could fit the new me, but all I could find were some elasticated shorts that were just about able to stretch over my wide hips and massive ass. I hadn't found any underwear that fit, so I'd had to go without. I regretted that now as the wind's ghostly fingers tickled my exposed pussy. A set of shoes left behind by some long-forgotten ex fit well enough, and weren't too out of fashion. I had groaned at the outfit. I didn't want to go out so exposed where I would be seen, I just wanted to find Ashley and get some answers about what she had done to me. But after I had put them on and looked at myself in the mirror... I had felt myself growing aroused at the sight. I looked fucking gorgeous. Such a ramshackle wardrobe ought to look trashy, but somehow the ill-fitting clothes settled perfectly on my sexy body as if they were tailored to fit my epic figure. In fact, I looked a lot like Ashley had last night, before our 'activities' had made clothes unnecessary. I set off self-consciously down the street, stumbling slightly as the unfamiliar gait of my new body conflicted with my years of experience. The emptiness in my pants was disconcerting, it felt weird to be so aroused and yet feel no dick straining against my clothes. My ass seemed intent on swaying sexily from side to side with every stride and my attempts to keep it under control must have looked ridiculous to any onlookers. The bouncing of my rebellious breasts was incredibly distracting. They too seemed to want to join in the swaying of my rear, as my shoulders swung them enticingly to-and-fro. This wasn't working. I was attempting a man's straightforward walk in a body wholly unsuited to the task. I tried to smooth my stride to fit the womanly shape I now occupied, and I slowly grew accustomed to the swaying motion of my hips and the rolling of my shoulders. I made myself relax, unbunch the tight knot of my shoulders, settling into the rhythm. Almost, I started to enjoy myself, taking a little satisfaction in imagining how sexy I must look to any fertile man as I walked so brazenly down the street in such naughty clothing. Such a man couldn't possibly resist my perfect body, and would willingly give up his seed to me if I asked- "NO," I almost shouted to myself, clutching my head as the intrusive thoughts assailed me again, that cursed buzzing filling my ears once more. I had to keep control. Find Ashley, get some answers. I would make her tell me how to undo what she had done to me so I could get my life back. I felt a presence approaching. Suddenly, I realised my mistake. While distracted trying to keep my horny body under control, I had been unconsciously following my usual route into town. This had never been a problem before, when I was a man. But now I, a sexy, irresistible, and solitary woman, was taking short-cuts down deserted alleys in a not-so- nice part of town. Not entirely deserted alleys, as it turned out. I spun on the spot to confront my attacker. A scruffy, poorly dressed man stood silhouetted by the light from the street behind. Judging by the sleeping bag on the ground nearby, this alley was likely his home. His eyes were fixed on me, a look of utter disbelief on his face as he took in my splendour, his roaming eyes fixing on my chest as I turned. My sudden spin had set my tits swaying enticingly, and the sight of them jiggling broke his self-control completely. He lunged towards me, arms reaching for the objects of his obsession. I screamed, and turned to flee, setting off down the alley as fast as I could manage, boobs bouncing happily. My new legs betrayed me. I stumbled, throwing my arms forward to break my fall, but I never hit the ground. His hands had reached around me and grasped my tits, holding me up, squeezing them desperately through the thin shirt. I gasped. "Aaaah-hmmmmmhhh-" Pulses of pleasure emanated from my throbbing boobs as he fondled them roughly. My pussy began to ache with anticipation. I felt his hot breath snuffling on my neck as he took in my scent. I could smell the sweet cinnamon fragrance that seemed to flow from my pussy and hang in the air around us, setting his nerves on fire with desire. I stopped struggling. My body was awakening. Hot, intoxicating horniness filled my head. My pussy seethed with desire at the prospect of finally meeting a male member. It was too much to contain. I raised my hands to his and pressed them harder against my tits, moaning as the undeniable lust welled up from deep inside me. I started to squirm, pushing myself against him, revelling in the sensation of his hard penis pushing against my sexy ass through our clothes. I could wait no longer. I lifted his hands from my tits, breaking his grip on my chest with surprising ease. At some point our roles of attacker and victim had switched, and now I was in control. Still holding his hands, I twisted to face him. He was ugly. Unshaven. Dirty. Smelly. And I didn't care. I wanted him. I reached down and ripped the worn belt from his shabby pants. They fell on their own, loose from years of wear. His dirty erect dick was pushing against his underwear, and I casually ripped them apart to get at his member. Somewhere in the back of my conciousness my slow male mind was shouting, but I took no notice as I began to run my smooth hands up and down his shaft, coaxing it to life. He was gasping and moaning, his legs shaking. Small drips of pre-cum already began to gather on the tip. I leaned forwards and licked them carefully. Delicious. Tingling sparks of pleasure fired on my tongue everywhere it touched his semen. Somewhere far off I could hear myself mentally screaming, telling myself not to do this, recoiling in disgust and horror at what I was about to do. But the incredible taste in my mouth made it easy to ignore the pleas of my former self. In my gripping hands I felt his penis begin to spasm and pulse, an orgasm already building, and I quickly clamped my mouth onto his dick. I wouldn't allow a single drop of cum to escape. I heard him groaning. He suddenly collapsed backwards and I followed his fall, desperately trying to keep my mouth on his dirty cock, but after first spurt erupted into my mouth I lost my grip, and his freed dick shot the remains of his load into the air. I barely noticed. How to describe the feeling of that hot semen entering my mouth? Yes, there was the pleasure. The flowing hot delight pouring into my mouth. Yes, there was the taste, the delicious sparks of sublime bliss firing on my tongue and down my throat. But beyond that there was a feeling, as if pure life-force was flowing into me, like a circuit had connected from his soul to my sexual core. A hot current of energy, bridged by the arc of cum that had shot into my mouth, flowed into the cauldron of lust bubbling in my womb. It was a deeply profound gratification. My crotch churned with pleasure and energy, emitting a warm sexual contentment throughout my body. I felt energized, more alive now than any point that day. As if my very purpose of being had been fulfilled in the moment I'd consumed that single spurt of semen. But, oh so suddenly, the feeling drained away. The warmth faded and I was left feeling hungry, horny, and desperate for more. I scrabbled around on the floor trying to find another drop of that delicious life- juice, to rekindle the delicious feeling in my body once more. I felt a few drops that had landed on my face and hurriedly licked at them before they could drip away. Another few drips were on my now not- so-clean shirt. I licked those too. The taste was the same, still setting my tongue alight with pleasure, but the overwhelming energy from just a moment ago was gone. Though the taste of that delicious cum alone would have been enough if I hadn't already experienced that blissful connection, I now craved something better. I needed more of that feeling. Now. I sat up and looked around. The nameless man was moaning on the floor, eyes closed, chest rising and falling slowly. He didn't look too good. He must have bashed his head when he fell. It was probably compounded by the badly healed fracture he'd had there once before, not to mention the heart troubles that had been left untreated for years... But how could I know that? I frowned. Somehow I could 'see' his body's health. But it wasn't with my eyes, more like a thought that was halfway between a 'memory' and a 'feeling'. Not quite a certainty, but not a guess either. It was as if I could measure his... 'potential' with just a glance. And his potential wasn't looking good right now. My eyes dropped to his shrinking cock. To hell with that. I needed more, I couldn't stop now. Not with the fresh memory of that experience still in my mind. Ignoring his groans of pain, I reattached my mouth once more to his cock and began to suck, my tongue flicking over the tip. The motions came naturally to me, as if a gentle presence was guiding my body. I wrapped my slender hands around it and began to rub softly, coaxing life back into the dilapidated member. His groans grew louder as his penis inflated once more to it's previous girth. His hips bucked as if already in orgasm, his tip twitching in my mouth, but nothing was coming out yet. I intensified my hand motions, sucking desperately, harder and harder, sensing something in him would be forthcoming. The voice in the back of my head was shouting, telling me this was wrong, that everything about this was unnatural. Some nonsense about how I was a man, that sucking a cock is disgusting, how the fuck could I do this to myself. I didn't care. Even as his groans turned to cries of pain and fear, I didn't care. His body began to twitch all over, his arms scrabbling on the ground, instinctively trying to pull away from danger like a hand from a hot flame. From me. I held him in place easily by his captured penis. At last I felt the first hot drip of semen dance across my tongue. His cock began to pulse and spurt into me, a quantity I would never have expected given his last pitiful attempt. His flailing arms slowed as I sucked the life-rich semen from his failing cock, my sense of his body's energy diminishing even as it flowed into me through his cum. Once again the lightning feeling of connection between us, between his soul and my sex. But to compare it to last time would be to compare a trickling brook to a a burst dam. Where last time I felt a warm glow, this time I felt the full flame of his life-force sweeping down into my belly, heat glowing from my groin and spreading throughout my body. The energy bouncing in my head was a sexual euphoria to rival that of my incredible transformation earlier today. The torrent ceased, and I disengaged reluctantly. The delicious taste still lingered in my mouth, the pleasure sparks flying uncontrolled as the after-taste began to fade. The heat from the life energy I'd sucked from the man was fading from my body. No, not fading. Flowing. "Oooohh MMM-" I felt my chest press forward. The heat was rushing to my neglected tits. I groaned as the intensity grew, the pleasure there building uncontrollably. My chest was growing tighter, my breaths getting shorter and laboured to breath. *PING* The top-most button gave up it's valiant fight, flying off into the darkness of the alley, and suddenly I could breath freely again. I took in huge gasps of air, my chest rising and falling mightily. I looked down into my cleavage. The warmth was receding, and my tits seemed... larger than before. I cupped one of the mighty jugs. They had grown. Just like Ashley's had as she rode me. Ashley. And once again I seemed to snap back to my senses, the full impact of what had just happened hitting my male mind with the force of a truck, the angry voice in the back of my head now back in control. "WHAT THE FUCK. WHAT THE-" I screamed, then started coughing. I stood up and staggered away from the still body of the man I had just sucked off. I gagged. I felt physically sick at what I had just done. I wanted to throw up, to get that disgusting man's dirty spunk out of my body. It seemed unbelievable to me that I had just acted that way. It was as though I had been forced to experience the mind of another person, a crazed nymphomaniac, as my own. But how can I say I was forced if it felt like I had decided to do it? Every thought had seemed to be mine, every act of my own volition, but now it was impossible reconcile those abhorrent decisions with my current self. But I had also felt the pleasure. The overwhelming pleasure that those "unwanted" actions had caused. I shuddered, calming slightly. I couldn't truthfully say I didn't want to feel that again. Who wouldn't? The kind of pleasure should be only be possible in the realm of fantasy, but was in my grasp to experience over and over if I wanted. And I had to admit, I felt a lot better in this sexy young body than I ever had in my boring old male body. Even if I did have to deal with the... nymphomaniac tendencies. Fuck. "This is crazy. I am crazy. This is wrong." I began to talk out loud to the empty alley, "This needs to stop. I have a job, a life, I can't do this. I need to undo this. I'm not a slut, I'm a man with a career and a life." I tried to reassure myself that this was unnatural and unwanted, and that I wanted to undo it. But my pronouncements didn't sound very convincing, even to me. One thing at a time. I'd speak to Ashley, find out what she did to me. Then I'd decide to undo this. Right. I looked once back at the lifeless body of the man who had tried to rape me. My new life-sense told me he was gone, the pitiful remainder of his life-force sucked out by me. I tried to summon up some sympathy for him, some regret for ending his life, but found I couldn't think of him as anything other than one might consider a cheap fast-food takeaway. Filling, good for a snack if you're in a hurry, but not high cuisine. I am so fucked up. --- I felt strange walking down the familiar streets near the club. How could everything still be the same after what I had just experienced? Could everyone walk around minding their own business as if the world hadn't just been turned upside down? Actually, not everyone was minding their own business. Men stopped in their tracks to watch as I passed, eyes wide. Their women pulled at their arms irritably, shooting jealous looks back at me as they dragged their men away from my irresistible body. Where before I had been showing a naughty amount of cleavage through my tight shirt, now I was bordering on indecent ex