Master PC- Self Experimentation By Ed Miller

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MASTER PC: Self-Experimentation By Ed Miller

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My girlfriend had gone to work, which left me home with more or less nothing to do. The problem with working construction is how to deal with the time off in the off-season. Luckily, I only had a week of down time ahead of me, but I had no idea how I was going to spend it. At least it gave me the free time that characters in these stories always seem to mysteriously have.

I shrugged and decided to check my email. At least that would kill a few minutes. I started up the computer (Rachel's computer, actually; I hadn't paid for it) and began to log on to the Internet.

I reflected that, after years of surfing for porn, the simple act of turning on the computer now gave me a hard-on. Ah, what the hell, I thought as I fired up the web browser. A little surfing will kill even more time.

This, of course, was something I couldn't do with my girlfriend home. Not because of the porn; she was actually pretty understanding about that, because of the stories.

Ever since I had first run across a story in which a guy was turned into a girl, I couldn't help myself. I couldn't stop reading them. They made me so horny. I've got no idea why, since the thought had never occurred to me before, but when I came across that first story on a newsgroup, I was hooked. I'd even written a few.

Now, of course, this was just a fantasy. I wasn't going to run off and get a sex change or anything, and I was completely happy with my normal sex life, but on the other hand I couldn't stop reading these stories. I didn't go for the G-rated ones where it's really artful and psychological, though. I liked the ones where a guy gets turned into a girl and goes on a fuck-rampage. No sex-change operations either, I liked it when the girl they turned into was perfect, with gigantic tits, and that could never happen in real life. It had to be some kind of fantasy world.

It didn't take me too long to find what I was looking for, in a story about a guy whose girlfriend, who happens to be a witch, magically turns him into a girl to get back at him for being a male chauvinist. She forces him out to a bar to get laid, and makes his tits grow in the bathroom (growing tits! My favorite part!) before he gets fucked by some stranger, and then by his girlfriend who turns into a man.

That did it. By the time I was a paragraph into the transformation, I had my clothes off and was sitting naked at the computer with my cock in my hand, jacking off like a maniac. It didn't take me too long to cum, splattering my stomach with cum. I wiped up with some Kleenex.

Having taken care of business, I went to check my email. My mailbox was filled with the usual assortment of junk mail, promising to make me rich while I worked at home, or add three inches to my cock in days. I highlighted it all and hit delete but, before the screen disappeared, I noticed the email way at the bottom of the list with the subject line that read "Master PC." Then it was gone.

Now, that was a story I had read a few years ago that, if I remembered correctly, had nothing to do with guys turning into girls, but at least included some growing breasts. I hit the "back" button on the browser, and saw it again. I clicked on the email, knowing that even though I had just erased it, it probably wouldn't disappear from the server for a few hours yet. I was right it popped open.

There was no body to the message, just an attachment called "Master.exe." I was intrigued. This was just like the story. I figured I'd download it, just for the hell of it. What else did I have to do?

I scanned it for viruses, and it came up negative, so I ran the program. It took an abominably long time to install, and then a small figure appeared on the screen and said, "Welcome to Master Command Center, your own personal command center. The Master allows you to become a virtual god to the people around you. You now possess the power to bend their reality to your specifications. You are the Master." Out loud. Like it was talking to me.

Once again, this was just like the story. I didn't know whether to freak out or be excited.

The figure disappeared and the computer asked me for my name. I shrugged and typed "Edward Miller." Another prompt appeared, asking me for a subject's name. Since this is a TG story, not a

MC story, I typed "Edward Miller." I saw myself appear on the screen, completely naked like I was sitting in front of it, spinning around. It looked too realistic to be computer-generated. It looked real.

I could feel my cock stirring back to life. It was dawning on me what I could do with a program like this. I could try out my fantasy, I could turn myself into a girl (what else?) That'd be fun. I could do it, just for fun, and then turn myself back before Rachel got home.

I pulled up the "physical attributes" menu. I scanned down the list of height, weight, muscle mass, clothing sizes. I couldn't believe how many different ways it described my body. Everything had some kind of figure telling how it currently stood, but if I clicked on it I could re-enter it.

Let's take this slow, I thought. I clicked on "height." I scaled it back from six feel to five feet, one inch, and hit enter. I felt myself shrink down in my chair until I was only an inch over five feet tall.

Oh my god, it works, I thought as I clicked on another menu. "Weight" this time, since I was almost a foot shorter now but still weighed almost the same. A hundred and ten pounds sounded a lot better, and was more in keeping with the body I was working towards. I had to juggle back and forth between "weight" and "muscle mass" until I got there, with my gut gone and my arms and legs nice and thin.

"Hair" was the next menu. It opened up into a bunch of sub-menus like "scalp," "facial," "leg," and "arm." I skipped scalp, but went through the others, opening each sub-menu and clicking "none." One by one, I clicked "arm," "facial," "chest," "leg," "back," "ass," "armpit," and "pubic." A quick tap of the "enter" key, and I was completely smooth and hairless. I looked down at my rock-hard cock to see it jutting, completely smooth and bald, from my naked crotch.

I pulled up the menu for "face." This called up a sliding scale from "masculine" to "feminine," with separate sets of sub-menus on either side. I moved the pointer from where it was, almost all

the way towards "masculine," and pushed it all the way to the right towards "feminine." Then I started in on the sub-menus, enlarging eyes, smoothing skin, sculpting the nose and lips, adding freckles. I checked myself in the mirror a few times to get it right, and then went back to fine-tune the changes.

At the end, I found myself standing in front of the full-length mirror, staring at myself. I had an unmistakably girlish face, looking cute as hell and about ten years younger than I actually was, on top of a quite androgynous body. I was skinny and completely hairless, though my shoulders and hips were too wide and too narrow, respectively, and my hands and feet were still kind of masculine. My dick was straining upwards even more, now.

I went back to the computer, ignoring my cock's demands for attention. Going back to the "Hair" menu, I chose "scalp" and then lengthened my hair until I hung down to my ass, and lightened it to blonde. "Hands" and "feet" were next, and I shrank these down and smoothed them out to a more feminine

appearance. "Shoulders" pulled up a diagram, and when I clicked on a shoulder and dragged it inwards, the other moved with it. I hit "enter" and felt myself contract.

"Hips" pulled up another diagram, and I played with this one a lot longer. I kept running back and forth to the bathroom, looking in the mirror and saying "not wide enough," "too wide," "almost there..." Finally, they were perfect, somewhere between girlish and womanly, and about as far from manly as you can get.

I pulled up "ass," and took my time with this one too. I smoothed it out and made it more prominent, but not huge. I wanted it perfect, round and succulent, but not overly large. Tight. I got what I wanted.

I went over the rest of my body with a fine-toothed comb, making sure that blemishes were gone, resculpting my thighs and calves to make them sexier, and making little tweaks here and there to make myself a more attractive woman.

I was running out of changes to make. I clicked on "chest" and saw a few sub-menus. I shrank my ribcage a bit, and then scrolled down to "breasts." The sub-menu currently said "none," but there was a place to enter a cup size.

I wanted to play a bit with this. I entered "B," then hit "enter." Little breasts sprang up on my chest. My nipples were rock-hard, and I started stoking them. I could feel the tingle as they got even harder.

"C," then "enter." They grew in my hands. My cock felt like it was going to burst out of its skin.

"D," then "enter." They were nice and heavy, settling down onto my chest. Oh my god, I wanted to cum. I couldn't hold off much longer.

I knew I was going to come back to "breasts" of course, since it wouldn't be an Ed Miller story without huge tits, but there was another change I wanted to make first. Back at the "physical characteristics" menu I scrolled all the way down to "gender," and changed it to "female."

As I hit "enter" I directed my attention down to my cock. Almost instantaneously, but not quite, it shrank into my abdomen. I less than a second I went from having a huge, raging hard-on to a hot,

horny pussy.

I slid one finger into my pussy and started to finger myself as I pulled the "pussy" menu up. It had just appeared, and I figured I should check it out before I got back to my breasts. It had lots of sub-menus for "clit" and "labia," but I liked the way it looked already, so I didn't change any of those. For "sensitivity," though, I was interested. It was a sub-menu with three choices, "clit," "labia," and "penetration." I changed them all to "max" and hit "enter."

Oh my god, that feels fantastic! I slid another finger up my pussy and started to finger myself even faster.

I went back to the "breasts" menu, and clicked on the "sensitivity" submenu that I had ignored before. "Max." I clicked on "nipples," made them bigger and darker, and clicked "sensitivity" up to "max" for those as well. A quick tap of "enter" and my breathing got even faster, as the air currents flowing past my nipples nearly made me cum.

I clicked on a few other menus, making my tits rounder and perkier, before going back to the cup size entry. I typed in "DD," then hit "enter."

NICE! They swelled up on my chest like water-balloons. I loved it. It felt great to have such big titties jiggling on my chest as I slid three fingers in and out of my pussy.

"F," then "enter." I couldn't believe I actually wanted them bigger, but I couldn't stop myself. I was so horny! I fingered myself harder and faster as the huge globes jumped around on my chest.

"G," then "enter." I was almost there. As they swelled up on my chest, huge orbs of heavy flesh, I slid all four fingers into my pussy and started to pull on my nipples. Finally, I came, feeling the cunt juice flow from my hot pussy. I passed out from the release of finally cumming.

I didn't wake up thinking "wow, what an amazing dream" or anything. I thought about it, actually, but rejected it for being too much of a cliché. I just woke up hoping that I'd have time to masturbate again before Rachel got home from work.

Looking at the clock, I saw that it was 4:30. Shit. It usually took her until quarter after five or so to get home, which would give me time enough to finger myself to another orgasm (as sensitive as my pussy was, it was more than enough) but not enough time to change myself back to normal. Making myself a girl had taken more than a half-hour. Dammit!

But then it hit me. I didn't have to change back right then. All I had to do was get out of the house and come back tomorrow when Rachel was at work again.

And if I did that, I could have some fun. I mean, don't people in these stories always go out and get laid? I started to think about it. I started to find images flashing through my mind, images of me kneeling on the floor, sucking some guy's dick; Images of a huge penis in my pussy, fucking me. My pussy was instantly wet again, and my nipples were rock hard.

I got dressed as quickly as I could with my huge breasts getting in the way, as I wanted to make sure I was gone before I got caught. I threw on a pair of Rachel's shorts that I figured she wouldn't miss, as it was still a bit chilly for shorts. No underwear, so they rubbed up against my hairless pussy and made

my little clit hard as hell. I didn't think I could fit my G-cup titties into one of her shirts so I wore one of mine, a v-neck t-shirt that showed them off to good advantage. I borrowed an old pair of my girlfriend's shoes and made sure I had some cash in my pocket. I left a quick note on the fridge explaining that I'd gone to hang out with some friends, and that I probably would be crashing at one of their houses after we left the bar, then I was out the door, my big titties jiggling as I walked.

It was a bit early to go looking for a guy at a bar, so I went to the mall. That's another common stop in these stories, anyway. Before I even got into the mall people were staring at me openly. My huge tits drew most of the attention, but I'm sure some of it was directed at the rest of me.

When I was inside, it was even more pronounced. It didn't help that it was still a little chilly outside, and the t-shirt I was wearing was very thin and white. It also didn't help that I wasn't wearing a bra and my huge titties were jiggling around inside of it. But it's not like I minded the attention, so I just enjoyed it, putting a bounce in my step to make sure I jiggled as much a possible.

I took my time at the mall, since I had time to kill. I found myself a nice sleeveless black t-shirt that was stretchy enough to fit over my huge tits. I liked the reaction my hard nipples got in the white t-shirt, where they were clearly visible, but I thought I'd probably get picked up for indecent exposure if I

wore it for much longer. I also picked up a nice short skirt, the kind that's so short you need to shave before you wear it, and I'm not talking about your legs. Or you would if you hadn't designed your pussy to be completely hairless. Also a black g-string, which barely covered my wet pussy mound and felt great between my ass cheeks, and a pair of black calf-high boots. Hooker boots.

At nine, the mall closed, and I got to the bar around nine-thirty. I can't think of a name for the bar so don't bother me about it; it was one of those bars where guys in stories who have been magically or technologically transformed into impossibly beautiful women go to find other guys with improbably huge cocks to fuck them. So I knew I had come to the right place.

And of course, it didn't take long for a guy to try to pick me up, because if it had I would have to spend a few paragraphs on description instead of getting to the sex.

"Hi, my name is James," he said.

"Emily."

"You know," he said, looking down at my midsection, "there's only one way that skirt could look any better."

"How's that?" I asked.

"Balled up in the corner of my bedroom."

Which led, of course, almost immediately to my going back with him to his apartment. I couldn't wait to get his cock inside me. I spent the whole ride to his place staring at the implausibly large bulge in his pants. I was envisioning myself kneeling on his floor, sucking his cock, and panting at the thought of being fucked by it. Actually, I wasn't envisioning the panting I was actually doing it.

We ran for the bedroom as soon as we got to the apartment. I stripped off my shirt, as he unbuttoned his and dropped it to the floor. As my huge breasts were revealed and settled back down onto my chest, quivering with my rapid breathing, James stopped in shock.

"Oh my god," he said. "Those things are huge."

I ignored his incredulous stare as I pushed my skirt down my legs, feeling my g-string pull tight against my ass and my big titties hang down from my chest, and then knelt in front of him in my thong and boots as I unzipped his pants.

As I freed his improbably large cock from its confinement, I could feel my pussy getting even wetter. I stroked his penis with my hand and felt it harden against my palm. I leaned forward and spread my lips, just touching the tip of the cock with them. It was hot. I licked the tip, swirling my tongue around the head of the cock, and then slowly slid my lips down all ten inches of its length.

James started to moan and grunt as I sucked his dick, feeling the hot iron-like rod of his penis slide in and out of my mouth, fucking my face. I sucked hard, feeling my cheeks suck in and enveloping his big dick in my hot mouth. I was loving it. I couldn't believe how much I was enjoying kneeling on the floor

and giving a blowjob.

My hand slid inside my g-string. It was soaked with the lubrication from my hot, hairless cunt. I slid three fingers up into my pussy and started to fuck myself with them, bucking my hips as I fingered myself and sucked a hot dick. My hips were rolling back and forth slowly and sensuously, and my breath was coming faster as I got hornier and hornier, thinking of how I looked. Thinking of how I was a horny little girl with a big dick in her mouth, just waiting to be fucked.

"I want you in me," I moaned around the dick between my lips. "I can't wait any more. I want to be fucked. I want to feel your hot hard dick sliding up into my pussy. I want you to fuck me. I need to feel you in me, fucking me, shooting your cum up into my pussy."

"Um... Ok," he said.

I stood up and hooked my thumbs under the strings of my thong. Slowly, I slid it down my sexy thighs, revealing the hairless mound of my pussy. As it settled onto my boots, I kicked the g-string aside and sat down on the bed. I lay back, feeling the weight of my huge titties settling on my chest, and spread my legs. I could feel my pussy lips spreading, and I could feel the cool air against the hot wet flesh of my cunt.

James climbed onto the bed between my legs, his ten-inch cock straining up into the air. He rubbed it around the entrance to my cunt, getting the head wet with my pussy juice. He could tell that I didn't need anything else in the way of foreplay, so he didn't bother. He just slid his thick cock up into me.

I moaned out loud in pleasure when I felt that huge shaft slipping up into my pussy. I couldn't believe how good it felt to finally be penetrated. It felt hot, and it felt big, like it was stretching my little pussy with each stroke. I felt so wet and slippery between my legs, with all my hot pussy juice running out

of my pussy and over my bald mound, dripping down along the curve of my ass cheeks to my asshole.

Both my hands crept up along my belly to the huge curves of my breasts. I started to fondle and caress my immense tits, sliding my hands over the huge expanse of breast-flesh and feeling my impossibly hard little nipples as James' cock pistoned in and out of my pussy. I took hold of each of my nipples and started to twist them gently back and forth, becoming more forceful as James fucked me harder and harder.

He kept fucking my cunt, ramming his long pole into my soft wet pussy again and again as I cried out and begged for more. I couldn't get enough of that wonderful cock reaming my pussy and impaling me on its thick hot length. Each stroke started all the way at the entrance to my pussy and slid into me, seeming to go on and on until it hit bottom and filled me completely, stretching my new pussy to the maximum and giving me the maximum amount of pleasure at the same time.

Needless to say, I came. I felt the pleasure welling up in my pussy, as my clit rubbed against his pubic bone at the end of every stroke, just when his cock was buried completely within me. Each time his dick filled my pussy I could feel myself getting a little closer, teetering on the edge of fulfillment. Finally, I was pushed over the edge and felt the ecstasy explode through my body, emanating out from my pussy to my extremities.

James, of course, came soon after. I could feel him getting closer, fucking me harder and faster. His hand wrapped around my rounded ass and he started to slide a finger up between my ass cheeks, rubbing against the entrance to my ass. His finger slipped inside, and my orgasm regained its strength as I felt his digit sliding in and out of my ass while his cock impaled my pussy. My breath caught in my throat and my eyes went wide at the sudden ecstasy, and that, along with the way my pussy clamped

down on his dick, pushed him over the edge. I felt his cock explode into my pussy, shooting load after load of cum up into me, filling my cunt with his cum. I loved it. It felt wonderful, hotter and wetter than I had felt before. I couldn't get enough.

Neither could James. Without resting for more than a minute, he withdrew his still-rigid cock from my pussy and started to turn me over onto my stomach. In this, he had my hearty cooperation. I felt my enormous breasts crushed beneath my chest as I laid there face down with my legs spread and my sexy butt in the air, waiting for what I knew would come next.

I didn't have to wait long. I felt the tip of James' huge cock sliding up and down the crack of my ass, and I felt it catch against my asshole. He held it there, and then started to lean gently into me, forcing his hard dick up my ass. It slid slowly past the entrance, and then more easily once he'd eased me open.

My ass and his cock were both lubricated with my pussy juice and his cum, so his penis slid painlessly into me until it had disappeared completely up my ass.

Feeling him back there, filling my back door completely, I started to moan again at the intense pleasure of being so full and yet having my pussy completely empty, my clit and mound rubbing against the sheets. When he started to stroke his big cock in and out of my ass I moaned louder. I loved it. I loved

the feeling of being fucked in my ass, with my huge titties crushed underneath me, and begging for more. I rolled my hips again, slowly pressing my ass back into him, meeting his strokes and forcing his cock deeper into me.

"Oh my god, it's so big," I moaned. "Your cock is so big in my ass. No, don't stop! It feels so good. Keep stroking it in and out of me, keep fucking me. Keep fucking my ass! I love it when you fuck me in the ass."

James didn't stop, not that I think he had much intention of it. He kept on fucking me in the ass as I slid my hand down to my hairless pussy and started to finger my clit. I slid my fingertip over my slippery mound, sliding it across my clit and trying to mimic the rhythm with which my ass was being fucked. Each time that huge cock slid up into my back door, I'd slide my finger across my clit again, feeling it slide against that little ball of pleasure and then against my pussy lips, which weren't quite as sensitive but felt pretty good just the same. Then on the next stroke of James' ten-incher into my ass, I'd do it again.

It didn't take long for me to cum under the twin stimuli of my finger on my clit and James' assfuck. I arched my back, pressing my butt against his crotch and forcing his dick all the way up into my ass. I shrieked with pleasure as I clamped my ass cheeks together on his cock and my thighs together on my hand, orgasming so hard I could barely believe it. I was only vaguely aware of James' hot breath on the back of my neck as he was also pushed over the edge, or the jerking of his dick as it shot another load

up cum up into my ass. I was lost to the sensation.

The sex continued through half the night, until both of us were too exhausted to continue. The next morning I woke before James and tiptoed around the room, gathering up my clothes. I was quiet

enough not to wake him, and I retreated to the front room of the apartment to dress hurriedly before I slipped out the door.

It was almost nine, so I was sure Rachel would be at work. I could feel my titties jiggling as I ran to catch the bus, and I relished the stares I received from the passengers who were already seated. I knew that in an hour or two I'd be a man again, but I was sure that this was an experience I was going to want to repeat.

I had to walk the last couple blocks home, feeling my ass rock back and forth with each step, and the g-string nestled between my cheeks. I made sure Rachel's car was gone before I let myself inside, and then stripped off my clothes as I walked through the house towards the computer. I fondled my huge titties as I sat down at the desk and reached for the power switch. That's when I saw the note.

It was taped to the screen of the monitor, and it read: "Ed- I've been telling you those mp3's of yours are taking up too much

space on my hard drive, and now I come home and find something called 'master.exe' is filling up so much that I've got less than three megs left. I deleted it. If it was something you needed, then maybe you should think about buying your own computer."

"Oh shit," I said.

That's my story. And that's why, if you get something called "master.exe" in an email, I need you to send it to [email protected]. QUICK!

MASTER PC: Self-Experimentation PART 2

By Ed Miller

When I had found "masterpc.exe" emailed to me, of course I hadd ownloaded it. What else would I have done? And if this had been a storyfor a mind-control site, I'm sure I would have used it to control somepeople's thoughts. I probably would have made them have sex with me, too. Who knows?

But this isn't a mind-control story. It's a TG story. So of course, I entered my own name ("Ed Miller," for those of you keeping score), andre-made my body into a sexy, female one. Not quite as big-busted as someof the bodies in my stories, but an occasional dose of realism doesn't hurt. G-cups on a skinny, 5'1" frame are still pretty damn big. Stop complaining! You're not the one that has to carry these things around.

After the transformation, and the inevitable masturbation to help acclimatize me to my newly female form, I went out to find some unsuspecting, large-cocked man to fuck me. Of course I did. What the

hell else would happen in one of these stories? And in any case, I couldn't stay home. My girlfriend Rachel would have found me, and I would have had to explain who I was, why I had changed myself into a sexy girl, and what my hand was doing playing around with my completely hairless pussy. I doubt it would have gone over well.

When I woke up and slipped out of bed with the nearly-faceless and anonymous man I had been fucked by, it was almost nine, so I was sure Rachel would be at work. I could feel my titties jiggling as I ran to

catch the bus, and I relished the stares I received from the passengers who were already seated. I knew that in an hour or two I'd be a man again, but I was sure that this was an experience I was going to want to repeat.

It was taped to the screen of the monitor, and it read: "Ed- I've been telling you those mp3's of yours are taking up too much space on my hard drive, and now I come home and find something called 'master.exe' is filling up so much that I've got less than three megs left. I deleted it. If it was something you needed, then maybe you should think about buying your own computer."

"Oh shit," I said. And reached for the note. My fingers stopped just short of grabbing it, about an inch from the screen. Try as hard as I could, I couldn't quite touch the note. It was like there was an

invisible wall separating my hand from the screen.

I heard a giggle from behind me, and turned to see who it was. A bit too quickly, actually, since when I stopped turning my tits kept going. Ouch. Of course, even though my heart had jumped into my throat at the thought of being caught in a girl's body and my breasts were jiggling almost painfully, I couldn't help but be aware of my tight nipples brushing against the inside of my tank top. It made me horny. Maybe I should have bought a bra.

When I turned, I saw Rachel there, standing behind me with a look of triumph on her face. She didn't seem surprised at the least to find a strange girl with gigantic tits sitting at the desk in front of our

("her," actually) computer. Why would she be? It stands to reason that, as formulaic as this story has been so far, she'd know all about my little fetish. Hell, she'd probably get into it.

"Oh, I know all about your little fetish," she smirked when she saw the incredulous look on my face. "You don't cover your tracks as well as you might think. But don't think I disapprove," she continued as she licked her lips and started to slink across the room toward me. "As a matter of fact, I'm kind of into it."

I sat there stunned as Rachel's hands moved over my soft, rounded body. She pulled me toward her and I found my face buried between her rounded, DD-cup breasts as she stoked my long, ass-length blonde hair. Her hands slid down my sides to cup the immense curve of my tits.

"I've been reading the same stories you have," she breathed as I nuzzled her breasts. I could feel through her shirt that she'd gone without a bra today, but her tits weren't sagging at all. I guessed that she'd made some improvements with the Master PC program. "And I know how often guys get stuck as girls in them. I thought you'd see the humor in my little joke," she continued, pointing to the note on the screen.

"But why can't I touch the screen?" I asked. My voice was muffled, coming from between her tits, but she seemed to get the idea.

"You can't touch the computer because I don't want you changing back to a man before I'm ready. One of the things that I can see from your stories is that you like it when a woman calls the shots. That's not the way it's been with us so far, but I can guarantee it will be from now on."

"But you ARE going to turn me back into myself?" I asked, relieved. I'd wanted to try being a woman, but I didn't want to stay this way forever.

"Eventually, but not yet. Now stand up."

Without thinking, I stood up. It was like I didn't have any other option. Rachel stepped back from me, and I stood there panting. The feeling of her hands on my breasts had made me so horny that my pussy

was flowing again, and it had seeped through my tiny g-string. My hips were slowly rotating and I was moaning in my female arousal. I could feel my titties jiggling on my chest, and my hard little nips pointing up into the air. I wanted to take off my clothes and finger my pussy until I came, but I couldn't. I just stood there waiting.

"I've made a few changes using the program you downloaded. Thankfully, I read those stories too, so I know what it's capable of. From now on, you're going to be doing exactly what I say." She smiled excitedly. "Even if what I tell you to do isn't something you'd normally be able to. Here, let me demonstrate. Enlarge your tits to an H-cup."

As soon as she spoke, I felt my tits blowing up like balloons. Looking down, I could see them inflating, jutting out farther in front of me. I could see, down the low-scooped neck of my tank-top, my immense cleavage deepening even more as my already-immense breasts got even bigger. My shirt was tight; it was cutting into my titties. I started to pant faster. It made me so horny to feel my tits grow.

"Do you like that? Answer honestly," Rachel demanded.

"Nnn... Yes!" I moaned.

"I knew that," she said, smirking with glee as she started to pull her shirt over her head. She continued, and I watched her breasts bob, hanging free, as she unzipped her jeans to push them over her hips.

"I've read all your stories. I probably know what turns you on as well as you do. And I have to admit, when I came home and found that program on the computer and I scanned the 'recent changes' menu to find out what you'd done to yourself, I was pretty surprised to find that you'd stopped at a G-cup. You can bet you aren't done now. Those H-cup titties are just for starters. How do you feel about that?"

"I don't want them!" I moaned, embarrassed but still impossibly horny. "I want you to turn me back now!"

"Oh, I guess I forgot to make sure you were honest. From now on, you will always answer any question I ask truthfully. Now, how do you feel about your big, H-cup titties?" She was completely naked now, and I could see that she'd shaved her pussy. It was as hairless as mine. She fingered it slowly as she forced me to answer.

"I love them!" I gasped.

"Do you want me to make them even bigger?" She was sliding two fingers in and out of her cunt now, and I could hear the arousal in her voice.

"Yes! Please! Make my titties bigger!" I was getting louder now, and my hips were grinding in place as I stood there. My pussy juice was running down my legs. I needed sex.

"Hmm. Soon," she said. "Right now, I want you to take your clothes off."

Immediately, I flew out of my clothes. Quicker than I can tell it, I stripped naked and we were standing there, face to face, completely nude. I was staring almost straight at Rachel's breasts. Her 5'9" frame

towered over my 5'1" height. I could almost taste her hard nipples, but I couldn't quite close the distance between us and wrap my lips around them. Something was stopping me.

"Nice," she said slowly as she walked around me. I felt like some kind of object on display, panting and whimpering with arousal as she examined what I'd made myself into. I couldn't move my hand to my pussy to satisfy myself, but Rachel was fingering her pussy constantly as she perused each inch of my very female body. She slapped my tight little ass, causing me to jump with surprise. She fondled my breasts, which were so sensitive that I nearly, but not quite, managed to reach orgasm from her touch.

"You did a good job. You look like a sex-starved little teenager, but it's quite effective. I like the tits especially. Maybe they're big enough as it is. What do you think?"

I wanted desperately to spare myself further humiliation, but my lips moved without my volition, saying, "oh, no! Please, I NEED bigger titties! Make my titties bigger, please!"

"Well, maybe just a little," she said, "for now. Sit down over there," she gestured toward the couch, "and make your breasts grow to an I-cup."

I settled down onto the couch, my legs spread wide to expose my hot little pussy, as I felt my breasts growing on my chest again. They inflated still larger, and I could feel the skin stretching tighter on

my giant melons. They felt like they were going to burst, but it felt so good. They were huge, quivering mounds of flesh, looking ridiculous on my otherwise trim body. I loved them, but I had a sneaking suspicion that they were going to get even bigger. I was right, of course, since this is an Ed Miller story, but I'm getting ahead of myself.

"Whoa, stop getting ahead of yourself," Rachel said as my hands started to move toward my crotch. "I didn't say you could touch your pussy yet! That's what I had in mind," she continued as her hands spread my lips. I could feel my hard clit naked to the cold air as she leaned forward between my legs, lowering her face into my crotch. Her tongue peeked out and slid cautiously up my soaking, hairless slit to my clit. I could feel the roughness of it against my smooth, wet skin. She slid it briefly inside of me and I whimpered, then she moved it across my aching clit. I yelped. She lapped up my juices, running her tongue over my pussy, as I squirmed and moaned, grinding my hot ass down into the couch.

"Please," I whispered, "please let me touch my titties!"

"Go ahead," she said, her voice muffled by my wet little pussy.

My hands slid over the soft, rounded curve of my immense titties. I tried to hold out, to tease myself to greater pleasure, but my fingers strayed almost immediately to my nipples. The nerves were so

concentrated there, the sensitivity so great, that I couldn't spend more than a few seconds before I found myself concentrating on those diamond- hard little points of pleasure. I rubbed gently against them, gripped them between my fingers, pulled and twisted on them. Everything I did to them felt fantastic, and every touch of my fingers on my hard nipples sent a bolt of head down to my pussy, where Rachel's head was still bobbing as her tongue probed the depths of my cunt and licked roughly against my clit. My hips were bucking so wildly that I was surprised she could stay there, but her mouth was glued to my pussy. As I moaned and bucked, I slid over the edge into orgasm.

It was like nothing I'd ever felt before. Even the orgasms I'd had the night before, with a stranger's cock in my pussy and then in my ass, paled in comparison to this one. Maybe Rachel was right, and oral sex

was really the most intense orgasm possible. Maybe it's just a sex writer's tendency to describe every moment of ecstasy as "the best ever." Who knows? The point is, it felt wonderful.

When I came down from my orgasm, Rachel was ready. She pulled on my arm, guiding me up from the couch. I needed her help to get up, with the gigantic I-cup tits on my chest. They jiggled and shook as we changed places, with Rachel sitting, with her legs spread, in the place I had just vacated. I crouched in front of her, my big titties hanging down as I leaned forward, moving my face toward her pussy.

As my tongue touched her soft, smooth pussy lips, I knew that she hadn't shaved. Her skin was so smooth and hairless that she must have removed her pubic hair the same way I had, using the Master PC program. I slid my tongue into her and felt her body tense with the pleasure.

As I tongued Rachel's bald pussy, I ran my hands over my gigantic tits. I couldn't believe, moments after I had experienced an earth-shattering orgasm, how sensitive they were and how much pleasure they could give me. I couldn't believe how horny I was; I was already ready for another orgasm. I knew I'd be horny until Rachel turned me back into a guy.

I crouched there, feeling my huge, rounded breasts hanging from my chest. I continued to stroke and pull my nipples with my left hand while I reached down to my pussy with my right. My hairless little cunt was dripping on the floor, and I couldn't stop myself from sliding three fingers up into my hot, wet hole. My thumb rubbed at my clit as I penetrated myself. I thought how, only a day before, I had been a man. Now my cock was gone and I was a slutty, huge-breasted girl, crouching on the floor and fingering my bald pussy while I licked my girlfriend's clit.

My tongue slid over Rachel's pussy, spreading the lubrication over her wet, smooth mound. She was panting faster now, and her legs were scissoring on either side of my head. Her hips were thrusting, and her hands had moved from her large (but much smaller than mine) tits to grab my head and pull my face into her pussy. I alternated, first licking her clit, then sliding my tongue into her hole, then teasing the lips again. Every time the rough skin of my tongue slid against her clit, she mashed my face harder against her crotch. My face was covered with her salty pussy-juice.

I could feel her tensing up even more, rolling her hips harder and squealing as she approached her orgasm. Her thighs locked together, squeezing my head between them, and she let out a high-pitched shriek that meant she was coming. I didn't stop licking, or even slow down. I started to suck on her hard clit as if it was a dick, taking it into my mouth and licking it as fast as I could. An image flickered through my brain of myself, the night before, kneeling in front of a stranger, wearing nothing but a g-string and hooker boots while I wantonly sucked his cock. Far from bothering me, the image only made me hotter.

When her orgasm finally subsided (which took a while, the way I kept sucking her clit), Rachel pulled me up towards her. I was used to being bigger than her, but that wasn't the case any more, and I found myself sitting in her lap. She cupped and played with my immense titties absently as she started asking me questions.

"So," she started, "did you like that?"

"It was fantastic," I gasped. I didn't mind admitting that, but I knew that I'd have told her the truth even if I had. She'd ordered me to answer honestly.

"Do you like your big, I-cup tits?"

"I love them, but I'd like them to get even bigger," I responded. This didn't bother me too much, either. Rachel already knew how much I liked big tits. Although in the past, that referred to her DD-cups, not the huge melons that she was currently fondling on my chest.

"We'll get to that. How did you enjoy what you did last night?" she asked.

"I loved it," I replied immediately, though a blush started to creep

into my cheeks. How much did she know?

"What exactly DID you do last night? I'm sure you weren't out drinking with your buddies like your note said." This was a question I didn't want to answer, but I found the truth coming out of my mouth just the same.

"I went out and did some shopping. I bought some clothes," I gestured over to where my clothes were lying in a heap on the floor, "to show off my body, and then went to a bar and let a guy pick me up. Then we went back to his place and I let him fuck me."

"That's it? You didn't do anything but regular, vanilla, dick-in-pussy sex? From your stories, I'd have expected a bit more." As she said this, her hands roved over the tight skin of my huge mammaries. It was distracting to be fondled and played with like that while I was trying to answer her questions.

"There was more," I admitted, my face burning. "When we got back to his place, I sucked his dick. Then, after I begged him to fuck me, he put it in my pussy. After he came inside me, he flipped me over and fucked me in the ass. We kept going after that, going back and forth between my pussy, mouth, and asshole."

"Sounds fun. Do you want to get fucked by a guy again?"

"Definitely."

"Were you planning on turning back into a guy, yourself?" she asked.

"Yes, but I would have used the program to turn into a girl again, so that I could sneak out and let somebody fuck me. But right now, I'd like to be a guy again. Will you turn me back?"

"Well, I think that before I turn you back into a guy, I'd like to see you get fucked. The thought of it makes my pussy hot. How would you like that?" she asked, while absently tweaking a nipple. Her breast-play was getting me so horny again.

"I'd love it," I breathed, sensually.

At this, Rachel got up abruptly, spilling me out of her lap and onto the floor. My breasts ached for her to touch them again and I started to finger myself where I lay sprawled in front of the couch, but Rachel offhandedly told me to stop as she crossed the room to the desk and I found that I couldn't touch myself.

What was she going to do? I expected her to use the Master PC program somehow to summon or create a man to fuck me. And also for her to make my breasts grow some more, since this is an Ed Miller story after all. But instead of reaching for the keyboard, she picked up the phone and dialed.

"Hello, Charlie?" I heard her say when the person on the other end answered. Oh, shit. Charlie was a friend of Rachel's from college, but he hadn't been too welcome in the house since he made a pass at her when he thought I was too drunk to notice.

"Yeah," she continued, "Ed's visiting his family today, and I didn't want to call him, but I've got a problem with the plumbing over here. Could you take a look at it? Thanks. Half an hour? Sounds great."

And that exchange led to me crouching, half an hour later, in the walk-in closet in our bedroom. I was still totally naked, and nothing else had changed except that my tits had been inflated again, to a J-cup.

Rachel had told me to stay there and not to make a sound until she opened the doors, and then had shut me in. Through the gap in the sliding door, I had a perfect view of our king-sized bed. Even someone

like me, a fictional character in a wank story, couldn't be dumb enough to be unable to see where this was leading.

Rachel answered the door and brought Charlie up to the bedroom. He didn't look too surprised to be there, but he didn't just jump her; maybe he wanted to be completely sure she was hinting at what she seemed to be suggesting. Or maybe it's just a chance for me to work in some marginally witty dialogue.

"You said something about some plumbing," Charlie asked, leadingly.

"The only plumbing that needs attention is mine," Rachel replied. She was dressed in a tiny little mini-skirt and a top that showed her midriff. I don't know why she bothered; she'd been wearing the clothes

for less than ten minutes when she started to strip for Charlie. She had maneuvered him around so that he was standing in front of the bed; her back was to me. I could see her draw her top up over her head and throw it to the side of the room. When she unzipped her skirt and slid it down her legs to her stiletto heels, bending at the waist to display her thong-split ass to me, I could see everything.

I could see just as well when she knelt in front of Charlie, turning him slightly so that I had an unobstructed side view, and unzipped his pants. As she fished inside for his cock, I wanted to burst out of the closet and hit something. I wasn't sure which one of them I wanted to hurt, but I was insanely jealous. Of course, Rachel's command to stay quiet and out of sight would let me do nothing of the sort, so I was left with nothing to do but contemplate how horny the sight of my girlfriend cheating on me was making me.

Rachel had slid Charlie's pants and boxers down to his knees now, and his giant cock was jutting up from his crotch. For a moment, I just stared at that monstrous, eleven-inch dick. Although I couldn't remember ever considering it, I'm sure I wouldn't have guessed that he was packing that much heat.

"Ooh, I'm going to enjoy this," Rachel murmured. "I've wanted to do this for a while, but I think I just got a whole lot more interested."

"Mprhgh," Charlie grunted as she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth. I wanted to scream with rage, but instead I found myself stroking my massive tits. My nipples ached from their intense arousal. "So why did you... ungh! ...finally get up the courage to call me today, anyway? I thought you were... Hmm! ...being faithful to Ed."

"I just couldn't hold out any longer," Rachel said, her voice muffled by Charlie's dick in her mouth. "I needed your cock."

With that, she went to work on his knob, sliding her tongue over it, taking his shaft down her throat, sucking on the head. I tried to swallow my rage as I slid my hand down to my hairless pussy, which was so hot and horny that I was dripping on the closet floor. I started to flick my finger gently against my clit, rubbing the hard little mass of pleasure as I watched my girlfriend suck another guy's dick.

Charlie must not have gotten any in a while, or else it was just that Rachel's lean, perfect body and her gravity-defying DD-cup tits were making it hard for him to hold out. It didn't look like it was going to

take him long to shoot a load of cum down my girlfriend's throat. He was moaning and grunting as her head bobbed up and down on his cock, sliding her lips over the taut skin of his rod. She was fondling herself now, just like I was, stroking her tits and fingering her hairless pussy inside her g-string. I knew how good it felt to kneel in front of a guy and play with your pussy while slurping his cock, and while I was still jealous of Charlie for getting a blowjob from Rachel, I was starting to be a bit jealous of her for getting to suck on his long, thick meat pole. I fingered my sloppy pussy even faster, silently moving toward my own orgasm.

When Charlie was about to come, Rachel pulled his huge organ out of her mouth and started to jack him off, sliding her hand up and down the length of it. It was so thick that she couldn't circle it with her

fingers. She leaned back her head, masturbating herself with one hand and Charlie with the other as he started to grunt louder, and thick, ropy strands of pearly white cum shot out onto her face. She lapped it

up, licking her lips, and moaned in pleasure as he shot his wad onto her cheeks and forehead. She seemed to love being treated like a slut, being used like a whore by some other guy.

I kept fingering myself and rubbing my gigantic titties while both of them finished disrobing, Charlie stepping out of his pants and stripping off his shirt while Rachel kicked off her heels and slid her g-string down her legs. She clambered onto the bed and sat with her legs spread impossibly wide, baring her smooth, hairless pussy for Charlie and me. She looked toward the closet and winked at me as she begged him to fuck her.

"That's not enough, Charlie," she moaned erotically. "I need more. I need you in my pussy! Fuck my pussy, Charlie!"

Charlie's hard-on had seemed to be in danger of wilting, but her sexual display stiffened him back up. He climbed onto the bed and positioned himself between her legs, sliding his thick, hard cock into her without a moment's hesitation. Rachel let out a squeal of surprise as she felt that monster fill her, but almost immediately started moaning in pleasure as he started pumping her pussy.

"Oh, yes!" she gasped. "It's so big! I've never had one that big in me before!"

"Yeah," Charlie muttered, "I bet your old man can't fuck you like this, can he?"

"No," she moaned, getting louder now to be sure I could hear, "he can't! You're so much bigger!"

From where I was, I could see everything. All I was looking at was Charlie's ass and his huge cock as he ploughed into my girlfriend's cunt again and again, and she begged for more. Every time she moaned how big it was, it was like a dagger stabbing me with jealous rage. Of course, every time I touched my pussy lips, it felt like a dagger of pleasure running through me and making my tight nipples clench up even harder with excitement. I fingered my pussy frantically, desperate for release.

The rhythmic squeaking of the bed sped up as Charlie began to find his pace, and both of them raced toward their climax. He was bouncing up and down on top of my girlfriend, savaging her pussy, and all she could do was to beg him to fuck her harder and deeper. When she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him into her, I knew that she was about to come; her orgiastic screaming a moment later just confirmed the fact. I could hear his grunting increase in volume and frequency and I knew that he

was following suit a moment later. I knew from first-hand knowledge what both of them were feeling as he deposited his second load of cum deep into my girlfriend's pussy, and my empathy with Rachel only increased as my own orgasm overcame me, blotting out all sight and awareness in the white light of ecstasy.

"Ed? You can come out now," I heard through the post-orgasmic fog that had enveloped me.

Although I didn't want to, I was unable to stop myself. I opened the doors, stepped out, and stood there near the foot of the bed. There was no chance of covering the huge expanse of my breasts, but I put my hands in front of my hairless pussy in some semblance of modesty.

"Ed? What?" Charlie sputtered, sitting up naked at the far end of the bed. Rachel herself had climbed down off the bed, and was standing beside it. "What are you talking about, Rachel?"

"This is Ed," Rachel said, as she gestured toward me. "He turned himself into a girl."

"What? That's impossible," Charlie continued, but I saw how his gaze was caressing my body. His immense cock, lying semi-erect in his lap, was starting to perk up again as he examined my sexy body and my huge

breasts.

"No it's not," Rachel explained. "Ed always wanted to be a girl. It turned him on. And he found a computer program that let him change reality any way he wanted. He could have done anything with it, but this is what he chose. Isn't that true, Ed?"

"Yes." I found myself agreeing. "This is exactly what I wanted. I love being a girl, and I love having sex as a girl."

"Here, I'll prove it," Rachel said when she saw that Charlie still didn't believe. "I found his program and made some changes. Now, Ed has to do whatever I tell him. Ed, turn back into yourself."

The room swam as I felt my body reforming into my old male self. I grew nearly a foot in height, and felt my muscles reforming. My hair shortened until it was my old male style, and I could feel my breasts shrinking into my chest, and my cock re-extending from my crotch. I felt a sense of loss that I wouldn't have expected.

I looked down to where my cock was jutting, fully erect, from my now-male crotch. I was still so horny from watching Charlie fuck Rachel. Glancing across the room at Charlie's cock, I was embarrassed to see how much larger it was than mine. Seven inches isn't anything to be ashamed of, but it didn't compare to his eleven-inch monster.

"Ok, I think that's enough," Rachel said. "Turn back into a girl now. And I think maybe it's time to give you what you want and expand your breasts again. Another cup size would give you a K-cup, wouldn't it?"

All at once, the room and everything in it seemed to enlarge as I shrank down from 6', back to 5'1". I felt my hips becoming wider, my ass growing outwards into a rounded, female butt, and my hair growing longer and lighter, to tickle the tops of my ass cheeks. I felt my 7" hard-on rapidly diminishing, turning inside-out as it changed into a soft, hairless, sopping-wet pussy. I watched as my chest erupted outward, my

flat, hairy male chest losing muscle definition and hair as it extended out into two round, soft, firm mounds. My titties kept going, only slowing slightly as they approached the mammoth J-cup size they had been before Rachel proved to Charlie that I was actually a man. They kept going past that already-huge size and settled onto my chest, a gigantic K-cup rack.

"Wow," Charlie muttered. He seemed much too shocked to have any reaction, but I saw his gaze fixed on my breasts, and then dropped my own focus to his crotch. He certainly was forming a reaction there. A big one. But he still didn't look as if he was going to do anything about it. As for me, I was dying to have something in my pussy again, but I was almost as dumbstruck as Charlie. I couldn't do anything with a guy who actually knew that I was a guy, could I?

"Suck him off," Rachel said to me, and suddenly I could. I climbed up onto the bed, feeling my huge, basketball-sized breasts hanging from my chest as I crawled over to Charlie. His gigantic cock was standing, fully-erect now, out from his crotch, and his eyes were glued to my enormous tits. I leaned forward to take his enormous rod between my lips, took a deep breath, and started to blow him.

I could taste the wonderful, salty flavor of his cum, mixed with the familiar taste of Rachel's pussy. I slid my lips up and down his pole, taking it into my mouth and sucking on his rock hard cock. Each time I bobbed my head, sliding my cute face down the length of his pole, I could feel my fat titties swinging from my chest.

As I crouched there on my hands and knees, blowing the guy who had just finished fucking my girlfriend, Rachel clambered onto the bed behind me. I could feel the mattress shifting as she crawled up behind my wide-open pussy and started licking my cunt. My juices were running down my legs,

I was so horny, and I didn't do anything but moan as she started to run her tongue over my soft, hairless folds, sliding it into my tight pussy and stroking my clit. My hips started to rotate again as I got into

having my pussy tongued while I sucked on a huge, stiff dick.

"Oh, you're so wet!" Rachel exclaimed from behind me. I went on bobbing my head up and down, sucking cock, and made no answer. "It must have turned you on to see him fuck me. You must have loved seeing me with another guys cock in my tight little pussy. Did it turn you on that he was so much bigger than you?"

"Yes," I moaned around the cock in my mouth. Rachel had asked, and I was powerless not to answer. "I loved it. It made me feel even smaller and more feminine."

"Were you jealous?" came the question as Rachel continued to lick my pussy.

"Yes I was," I answered, and managed to hold it to that. I didn't want to tell her any more.

"Tell me more," she said. "A real man would probably be jealous that Charlie had a larger cock, or that he was fucking me. But I don't think you're much of a real man any more. What were you jealous of?"

"At first," I began, taking the cock out of my mouth and stroking it with my hand to speak more clearly, "I was jealous of him for fucking my girlfriend. But by the end, I was jealous of you, because you got to be fucked by that huge cock, and all I could do was sit in the closet and watch while I groped my titties and masturbated my little pussy." That said, I took Charlie's dick back into my mouth and started sucking furiously, to make up for lost time.

By this time, Charlie was getting pretty near his orgasm. His hips were bucking, making it hard for me to keep my lips wrapped around his cock, and his breathing was coming fast and hard. My own breathing was heating up, as the feeling of my huge, swaying breasts and Rachel's tongue in my pussy drove me closer and closer to climax. Finally, Charlie tensed and grabbed my head, driving his cock into my face and almost uncomfortably far back into my throat. I could hear him grunt as his salty cum shot into my mouth, filling me up with his creamy white jism. That turned me on so much that my own orgasm hit, and I started squealing in girlish glee as the hot, burning pleasure spread from my clit and my nipples, enveloping my whole body in orgasmic bliss.

I knew, however, that I wasn't even close to being finished. Rachel's command to suck Charlie off had opened the floodgates; neither of us wanted to stop at that. His hard cock had hardly even wilted before I climbed up into his lap and started grinding into him, sliding my well-lubricated pussy against his giant dick. Any softening that might have started to occur was quickly reversed, and I could feel his hard meat sliding against my wet, hairless pussy.

Without hesitation, I grabbed his hard rod and pointed it at the entrance to my tight cunt. I slid down the pole, impaling myself on the length of it, until I felt my thighs settle against his. His eleven-inch

length was completely inside my tight, hairless pussy. I could feel it there, filling me uncomfortably full as it pressed up into my abdomen. Then I started to bounce up and down.

I can only imagine what it looked like from Charlie's point of view. Having some experience as a man, I imagine that seeing a hot little slut sliding down your cock and then bouncing up and down on it, her K-cup titties jumping around in front of your eyes as your dick is milked by her tight, bald twat, would be a deeply enriching experience. Charlie certainly seemed to think so. His hands reached forward to grab at my jiggling tits, and he pulled me toward him, smothering himself between my gigantic melons. His head was dwarfed by the fleshy pillows that I had hanging from my chest.

All the while, I kept bouncing up and down on his dick. I could feel it inside me, stretching my pussy-lips wide each time I slid down it. I was so wet that there was no resistance, but I knew that I wasn't stretched out enough to take such a large cock into my cunt. If Rachel didn't turn me back into a man, my pussy was going to ache tomorrow.

Speaking of Rachel, I had forgotten about her until she crept up behind me again. Without warning, she slid two fingers down my ass crack and popped them unceremoniously into my ass. I yelped in surprise, but not displeasure; the feel of her fingers inside my butt only made me bear down harder, wanting more of the sensation of having both my holes filled.

"Do you like that?" she asked. "Do you like it in the ass?"

"Yes!" I shouted as I bounced up and down faster and faster in Charlie's lap, my titties jiggling on his shoulders while he wore them like earmuffs. "I LOVE IT IN THE ASS! FUCK MY ASS MORE!"

At once, Rachel was gone. I felt the mattress shift as she got down off the bed, but I couldn't drag my attention away from the fucking I was receiving from Charlie. Both of us were grunting now, having been deprived of the power of speech by the primal needs of our bodies. I couldn't do anything except grind my pussy down into his crotch, anointing him with the pussy juice that was flowing freely out of me as I took his cock into my cunt again and again. The repetition and the pleasure was mind-numbing. We were barely there as human beings; all we were was desire.

The door to the bathroom connecting the bedroom and the office where the computer was opened, and Rachel stepped through it. I glanced at her without much interest, then looked again when I noticed that something was wrong. It was still Rachel; she had the same pretty face, the same long, tall frame, and the same firm, DD-cup breasts. But as I slid my gaze down her naked body I saw, jutting from her crotch, a naked, hairless, twelve-inch erection.

"Do you like it?" she asked coquettishly. "I made it just for you."

I couldn't do any more than to grunt affirmatively as she climbed onto the bed behind me again. As I continued to impale myself repeatedly and desperately on Charlie's rock-hard cock, Rachel positioned her brand-new pole at the entrance to my asshole and pushed slowly inside. Even with my hips rolling as I was fucked in my pussy by Charlie's massive meat, her aim never faltered and the head of her smooth, long shaft never slipped out of me. On the contrary, she slipped farther and farther into me, stretching my ass as she drove her cock up into my butt from behind.

"OH MY GOD!" I shouted, finding my voice again unexpectedly. "I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW GOOD THAT FEELS! FUCK MY PUSSY! FUCK MY ASS! GIVE IT TO ME IN BOTH HOLES LIKE THE SLUT I AM! IT FEELS SO GOOD TO HAVE MY ASS AND MY PUSSY FULL AT THE SAME TIME!"

Although I'm morally certain that neither Charlie nor Rachel were experiencing the ecstasy I was at that moment, I feel certain that neither was considering requesting a refund. Both of them were grunting in pleasure at the perverted acts that the three of us were performing on each other, and neither seemed to give a flying fuck that the gender of two of the participants was, currently, rather arguable.

Neither of them, however, could feel the stretching, almost-painful pleasure of being full, front and back, of huge, thrusting cock. If my pussy was inadequate to accommodate Charlie's overlarge endowment, my even-tighter ass was even less suited to being fucked by the even bigger cock that Rachel had given herself. I was in no mood to complain, however. I just wriggled between them as they thrust into me, using me as a convenient solution to their lusts, fucking my pussy and ass for their own pleasure. Both of them drove into me again and again, and I could feel my huge titties bouncing on my chest as I was double-fucked into orgasmic unconsciousness. Nothing could be better than this.

"Grow out to an O-cup," Rachel said, proving me wrong. I felt even better as the sensation of having a hard, pistoning cock in both my holes was supplemented by the incredible ecstasy of feeling my already ridiculously huge titties swell up even larger on my chest. An O-cup was an obscenely huge breast size, and I enjoyed every second of the pleasure as my titties swelled toward it, filling up like water balloons, swelling larger, growing outward. As they reached their absurdly huge goal, I came.

The keening, screeching shout of my orgasm seemed to surprise Rachel and Charlie into their climaxes, because the last thing I felt before my consciousness retreated was the cum shooting from both their dicks into my pussy and my asshole. I could feel it there, adding to the hot wetness that I felt spreading through my body as I orgasmed. I shook and shuddered, losing control of my body from the agonizing pleasure of that climax. I could feel my gigantic titties, so large that I doubted I could walk far unassisted, shuddering and shaking like giant sacks of pudding on my chest. My nipples, several feet from my face, were so hard that it felt like they'd bore through Charlie's chest. I collapsed in a

sweaty, cum-soaked heap onto Charlie. Rachel collapsed onto me as her orgasm subsided, and I laid there with both of them, their cocks becoming soft but still inside me where they had deposited their pearly white cum.

I wondered, while lying there, if Rachel would ever turn me back. Would she want her boyfriend back, or would she keep on torturing me with my newly feminine body, growing my breasts ever-larger as she pimped me out to friends and acquaintances. Keeping me as a sex-slave for her and her lovers until I forgot what it was like to be a man and looked forward only to the next orgasm, becoming a slave to my pussy and its traitorous desires.

I hoped so.

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