My alarm startles me awake. I don’t normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did.\u00a0 No dreams to remember at all, either.\u00a0 Just pure solid sleep.\u00a0 I feel really good and relaxed.\u00a0 Until I sit up.\u00a0 There’s this dull ache way low in my stomach.\u00a0 It’s not terrible but it’s uncomfortable as hell and almost feels like the leftovers of being kicked in the balls.\u00a0 I grimace against the pain and rub under my balls gently.\u00a0 Too much masturbating and being hard almost all day yesterday, probably.\u00a0 I ignore it and take my shower.\u00a0 In fact, I ignore a lot of what happened yesterday.\u00a0 The memory of the night before last is there but easier to shove away.\u00a0 And the other stuff?\u00a0 I just kind of put it into this little mental box and bury it.<\/p>\n
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I feel like toasted crap but the shower works wonders.\u00a0 Turned up almost all the way, I just stand and turn this way and that to let the hot water wash over my body.\u00a0 Luxurious.\u00a0 Usually my showers are short but the hot water is working my muscles, relaxing them.\u00a0 Loosening them.\u00a0 I hadn’t noticed how stiff I was from everything.\u00a0 Mmmm… my skin feels especially sensitive at the moment, in a good way but also in that crazy almost-too-much-to-bear tickling sensitivity.\u00a0 Definitely going to change my detergent.<\/p>\n
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When the water turns slightly colder, I grab the soap and lather my hands.\u00a0 Wow.\u00a0 I am sensitive.\u00a0 And my skin is really smooth.\u00a0 Crazy smooth.\u00a0 I guess I hadn’t realized what losing my body hair meant because my hands just glide over my ches- OH SHIT!\u00a0 My nipples feel really good right now.\u00a0 Could it be?\u00a0 I look down but, no, they’re just my nipples.\u00a0 Small with the little, barely quarter sized aureole around them.\u00a0 Erect, sure, but I’m playing with them.\u00a0 It’s much more noticeable – the jolt to my balls.\u00a0 Huh.\u00a0 It also makes the ache less… ache-y.\u00a0 I lean back against the shower wall, out of the stream of water, and rub both nipples.\u00a0 Fuck, yes.\u00a0 I’m rock hard from the feeling but not even thinking of touching my dick because my nipples feel so … different.\u00a0 Left over response from the other night but, unlike the confused imagery from yesterday, I’ll gladly take it.<\/p>\n
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I don’t notice my right hand going down to my thigh.\u00a0 My left middle and index fingers are rubbing and tweaking my tiny left nipple while my right hand has settled on the crease between my inner thigh and balls.\u00a0 My eyes are closed, not imagining anything – just losing myself in the feeling of the live nerve running straight from my nipple to my dick.\u00a0 I’m pressing the fingers and flat of my right hand against the side of my balls and inner thigh – rubbing the area in a down and forward motion over and over as if massaging myself.\u00a0 If I were noticing it, I’d say it felt good in an odd way.\u00a0 But, I don’t notice it and I’m not doing it on purpose.\u00a0 All I know is the – FUCK!\u00a0 I buckle and fall on my ass, thankful there’s some padding there.<\/p>\n
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Shaking.\u00a0 I’m sh… shaking and…. Jesus, it’s hard to breathe.\u00a0 My dick is pumping, cumming against the walls.\u00a0 Pale glops of sperm hitting here and there and being taken down by the water.\u00a0 I can’t seem to control my body.\u00a0 My hips keep jerking and my legs are like a pair of snakes fighting in a bag.\u00a0 I won’t ever admit it but that small part of me that’s coherent through the orgasm and shaking is faintly sad that the cum is gone to where I can’t get it.<\/p>\n
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My body settles after a little bit of the strange jerkiness.\u00a0 I have my arms clenched around my chest and lower stomach and I’m breathing hard.\u00a0 I have, never in my life, ever cum without my dick being involved in some way.\u00a0 Ever.\u00a0 My dick is flaccid against my balls and that ache is back deep in me.\u00a0 I curse myself for getting worked up and making it worse but what’s done is done and the shower’s going cold.\u00a0 I go to my knees, ignoring the image of the she-wolf on her knees, and, but no, I can’t stand.\u00a0 I can reach the shampoo bottle from where I am so I quickly clean my hair and turn off the cold water.<\/p>\n
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So, I sit.\u00a0 Kneel.\u00a0 With my hands on my thighs and my eyes closed.\u00a0 Breathing.\u00a0 Wiggling my toes.\u00a0 When I’m sure I can stand, I do, leaning on the walls for support.\u00a0 I’m careful with the towel as I dry off since I’m still sensitive and my nipples feel painful from me messing with them.<\/p>\n
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There’s barely time to brush my teeth and grab a protein bar to eat on the way to work so I rush through it.\u00a0 The tags come of off my new clothes really easily and I’m pleased to feel the silk cool and soft against my chest.\u00a0 No irritation for the skin like my other shirt and even my sore nipples aren’t bothered.\u00a0 The pants are a little tight in the seat and sides but I’m sure I’ll ease into them the more I wear them.\u00a0 I do a quick glance in the mirror to make sure I didn’t miss any tags, turning to the side to see the back and… huh.\u00a0 My ass looks good in these slacks.\u00a0 Reaching back, I check and feel a plumpness that wasn’t there before.\u00a0 I think the tightness of them are pushing at the skin and making it seem like I actually have an ass.\u00a0 Like those bras that make a lady seem to have more cleavage than she actually has.\u00a0 I twirl a bit to see both sides but my other alarm goes off so I head out.<\/p>\n
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It’s a gray day but I feel oddly cheerful.\u00a0 I can’t figure out why but I’m tapping the steering wheel and humming some half-remembered song as I drive along to work, singing out the wrong lyrics off-key.\u00a0 I’m even grinning at random people during the stop-and-go part of the traffic.\u00a0 Why shouldn’t I be happy?\u00a0 I turned into a fucking werewolf the other night!\u00a0 Why haven’t I stopped to think about it and be amazed?\u00a0 A goddamned werewolf!\u00a0 Sure, I barely remember it but it happened.\u00a0 And, okay, as a woman too but still a werewolf.\u00a0 I almost feel like laughing out loud suddenly.\u00a0 Who’d believe it?\u00a0 It’s something I’ll remember until the day I die.\u00a0 Even the dull ache under my balls isn’t enough to dampen my good mood.\u00a0 Everything just seems so much brighter.\u00a0 It’s crazy.<\/p>\n
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I call out good morning to different people as I make my way to my desk at work, humming as I go along.\u00a0 Tea, protein bar, email.\u00a0 Done.\u00a0 I settle into it and time passes.\u00a0 Things are starting to feel more routine.\u00a0 I check my mail for credit references, new customer forms and anything from my boss.\u00a0 There’s a nice stack of things for me to deal with so I get started and time passes.<\/p>\n
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“You probably want to get that checked, man.”\u00a0 The voice startles me badly.\u00a0 I get sucked into work easily.\u00a0 The easy monotony of paperwork and the combination of living alone and not having a TV means I’m not surrounded by people and noise constantly.\u00a0 Add in what happened the past two nights and me being on edge in general and I find I’m way jumpier than usual.<\/p>\n
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“Get what… Oh.”\u00a0 I’ve been scratching my chest again.\u00a0 I hadn’t even noticed myself doing it.\u00a0 Slow, long scratches.\u00a0 “Yeah, just not paying attention.\u00a0 What’s up, Ed?”\u00a0 I ask.<\/p>\n
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“Did you see my email about Aquatica?\u00a0 I really need you to open them up in the system.\u00a0 I’ve got a $20,000 order waiting to go through.”\u00a0 Ed looks like he could be on drugs.\u00a0 Skinny, twitchy, eyes darting here and there and this strange energy.\u00a0 I keep waiting for him to try to borrow money from me for some fake reason while actually going out to buy cocaine or meth or whatever druggies use.\u00a0 I know shockingly little about drugs and I’m okay with that.\u00a0 That’s why god invented vodka.<\/p>\n
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“Yeah, I did.\u00a0 And you know what they did the past two times.\u00a0 We had to fight them to pay us back.”\u00a0 I tell him.\u00a0 It’s true, too.\u00a0 They’re a terrible company.<\/p>\n
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“Come onnnn, man.\u00a0 I know their sales rep and she swears she’ll pay on time.”\u00a0 He looks like he’s about to pee himself.\u00a0 The company gossip (I hear it second hand by snooping on conversations) is that Ed has a problem with money – a boat, car and a house he can’t afford.\u00a0 And probably a heroin habit.\u00a0 Or cocaine.\u00a0 Whatever.<\/p>\n
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I shrug.\u00a0 “Ed, I can’t do it.\u00a0 It’s-”<\/p>\n
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“Rebecca said they’d pay it!\u00a0 I talked to her myself.\u00a0 Yeah, they had problems before but they need our engines for some of their new boats.\u00a0 They’ll pay.\u00a0 She said.\u00a0 They have guaranteed work.”\u00a0 His cheeks are flushed.\u00a0 He’s mad.\u00a0 I can feel my heart speeding up.\u00a0 My previously cheerful mood is evaporating.<\/p>\n
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“My boss has the file, Ed.\u00a0 Talk to him if-”<\/p>\n
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“Fuck.\u00a0 Seriously?\u00a0 Can you talk to him?\u00a0 I’ll send you the emails.”<\/p>\n
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“Ed, I explained everything to him but-”<\/p>\n
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“Jesus.\u00a0 Same damn thing every time.\u00a0 Why do I even ask?\u00a0 I’ll talk to your damn boss.”\u00a0 He leaves in a huff and I can feel my heart hammering.\u00a0 Stupid.\u00a0 Stupid.\u00a0 It’s not my fault!\u00a0 I can feel tears starting at the corner of my eyes and I rub at them to try to keep them away.\u00a0 My face feels hot to the touch.\u00a0 I turn my head away from the other cubicles to stare at the palm of my hands.\u00a0 Why the hell am I crying?\u00a0 I’m fine.\u00a0 I was happy.\u00a0 I… a tear squeezes out to fall on my hand.\u00a0 I can almost feel my breath hitching, threatening an actual crying fit.\u00a0 I’m breathing fast and shallow and another tear creeps out, rolls across my flushed cheeks and falls.\u00a0 What’s wrong with me?\u00a0 Ed’s an asshole but that wasn’t a big deal.\u00a0 I just… I squeeze my eyes shut and feel the tears leak out. I can’t catch my breath properly.\u00a0 I haven’t cried since my dog died when I was a kid.\u00a0 Not a full blown cry like this.<\/p>\n
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It takes five minutes before my breathing is back to normal.\u00a0 My face is still warm and my eyes are watery but I don’t feel like I’m about to have a crying fit over some stupid little-!\u00a0 Argh!\u00a0 I can feel it starting again just at the thought of Ed and his problem.\u00a0 No.\u00a0 No, no.\u00a0 More deep breaths.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 How stupid is this?\u00a0 I know it’s not my fault.\u00a0 There’s no way this should upset me like that.\u00a0 I want to go home.\u00a0 I don’t want anyone to look at me.\u00a0 I just want to be home under covers.\u00a0 In the dark.\u00a0 Goddammit.\u00a0 I can feel my throat hurting from needing to cry but I shove it down yet again.<\/p>\n
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My computer’s clock lists the time at a little past 11 – nearly lunch time.\u00a0 I clear my throat a few times until I’m sure I’m okay.\u00a0 I sniff once, yell at myself mentally and then blow my nose.\u00a0 I still feel like crying.\u00a0 I hate this.\u00a0 I hate this feeling.\u00a0 I need a vacation.\u00a0 I knew there would be a breaking point from the stress of dealing with assholes at work but this is too much.\u00a0 I look stupidly at the form in front of me, trying to will myself to work.\u00a0 Trying to make the thing make sense.<\/p>\n
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I don’t jump at the voice this time but it takes a second to recognize someone is talking to me.\u00a0 “Are you all right?” The voice asks.\u00a0 I nod my head, cough a little and rub at my eyes.<\/p>\n
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“Allergies.”\u00a0 I say.\u00a0 My voice is hoarse and it hurts to talk.\u00a0 I rub at my throat a bit but it doesn’t make it feel better.\u00a0 “What’s up, Sarah?”<\/p>\n
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“I just emailed you some forms for a new customer and I need them all approved in an hour.\u00a0 I can have their references in ten minutes but it’s a new place and they’re big and promising some nice orders if we hustle.”\u00a0 Sarah is one of them.\u00a0 One of the bitchy ladies.\u00a0 You can tell it by the bitch creases at the corner of her eyes and by the way she opens her mouth and the bitchiness just rolls off her tongue.\u00a0 Snap to it. \u00a0I’m more important than anything else, etc… etc…<\/p>\n
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I’m growling deep in my throat because it seems to help a little.\u00a0 Like a little massage.\u00a0 A simple little ‘rrrrrrrrr’ sound that’s very quiet.\u00a0 I think.\u00a0 Sarah doesn’t seem to notice.\u00a0 I can feel the stress starting up again.\u00a0 I hate it.\u00a0 “I can’t.\u00a0 I have three other things Ed needs right now.\u00a0 Anyway. did the GM sign off on it since it’s a rush job?”<\/p>\n
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What was it?\u00a0 What finally does it?\u00a0 The way she grimaces?\u00a0 Or the way she rolls her eyes?\u00a0 Simply the way she talks?\u00a0 Her tone?\u00a0 The heavy, over-dramatic sigh?\u00a0 She starts to talk but I don’t let her.\u00a0 I can feel this sudden anger.\u00a0 My whole body flushes with heat and I just feel a sudden rage.\u00a0 Face still hot and the tears threatening to come back, I feel mad.\u00a0 My voice is scratchy and I’m probably crying but I don’t give a flying fuck.\u00a0 Words just start pouring out of my mouth.\u00a0 Louder and louder.\u00a0 “Stop.\u00a0 Don’t say anything, Sarah.\u00a0 Don’t say another word.\u00a0 I’m tired of the shit.\u00a0 Tired of you coming over here and giving me attitude that I don’t deserved.\u00a0 D…” My voice stumbles and squeaks, changing pitch for a moment.\u00a0 “Don’t come over here giving me bullshit just because I’m doing my job and making sure we don’t get fucked.\u00a0 JESUS!”\u00a0 I stomp my foot and I can feel my hands trembling at my sides.\u00a0 I’m so damn angry and tired right now.\u00a0 And, yes, I can feel hot tears rolling down my cheeks.\u00a0 My chin would probably be trembling if I weren’t clamping my jaw so tight.<\/p>\n
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Sarah is astounded.\u00a0 Her mouth is open and her eyes are wide in shock.\u00a0 Is this what I looked like yesterday at the department store?\u00a0 She tries to talk for a moment and I stare back, as hard as I can.\u00a0 My mouth is a thin slit of anger.\u00a0 Everyone is pointedly not looking our way but still listening really hard.\u00a0 “I… I…”\u00a0 And then she walks away.\u00a0 She just turns and leaves.\u00a0 I stare at her back until she’s out of sight.<\/p>\n
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The men’s bathroom is only ten feet away.\u00a0 I’m there in seconds, locking the door behind me.\u00a0 It’s a small one person bathroom so I thankfully have the whole thing to myself.\u00a0 I collapse onto the toilet with my arms wrapped around my chest, crying as quietly as I can.\u00a0 It’s a hard cry.\u00a0 I probably look like a fool with snot and tears running.\u00a0 I taking great gulps of air with each sob.\u00a0 I can’t seem to stop it happening.\u00a0 The weird thing is that, mentally I don’t exactly feel like I should be crying.\u00a0 Logically, I know I’m fine.\u00a0 I just can’t stop it.<\/p>\n
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And then I’m laughing.\u00a0 And crying.\u00a0 Quietly.\u00a0 No, I don’t know why I’m laughing, either.\u00a0 I just ride it out.\u00a0 I decide if I can’t control my own emotions then I’m just going to mentally sit back and let it happen.\u00a0 Now I notice my pants are actually digging into my sides a bit – definitely tighter than I thought they were. \u00a0It’s making it harder for me to catch my breath.\u00a0 I’d do something about it if I could stop crying.\u00a0 And by degrees, I calm down.\u00a0 Slowly.\u00a0 From quiet gulps of air to hiccups to sniffling and little bits of fragmented laughter.\u00a0 My stomach is in knots and my head is pounding.<\/p>\n
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Toilet paper doesn’t make good for good tissue paper but it’s better than nothing and I go through half of a roll cleaning off all the snot and tears.\u00a0 My face hurts.\u00a0 From all the crying.\u00a0 Just aches from my jaw to the sides of my face and up.\u00a0 I toss the toilet paper in the trash and go to the mirror to survey the damage.\u00a0 My eyes are all red.\u00a0 Naturally.\u00a0 Something else is off but my head hur…\u00a0 What the fuck?\u00a0 I stare.\u00a0 I stand up straight and stare with my hands on the edge of the cold ceramic sink.<\/p>\n
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Nipples.\u00a0 The silk shirt I’m wearing is a fairly simple medium-sized red short-sleeve design.\u00a0 No pockets or anything like that. I don’t like pockets on my shirts.\u00a0 My nipples are pressed against the shirt and they’re very obviously there.\u00a0 And large.\u00a0 Like a woman’s nipples.\u00a0 Now that I see them, I can feel them against the shirt.\u00a0 I bite my bottom lip at the feeling of how they glide against the fabric.\u00a0 It’s sensuous and I can feel the throbbing in my pants from both the feeling of it and simply seeing them pressing against the shirt.\u00a0 As if hypnotized, my hands go to the buttons of my shirt and undo them.\u00a0 Slowly, I pull the shirt open.<\/p>\n
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Fat dark brown nipples.\u00a0 I can feel the air moving against them.\u00a0 The aureole is way larger, slightly puffy looking and also a darker brown color.\u00a0 My chest is flat.\u00a0 Well, no, that’s wrong.\u00a0 Let me rephrase – I used to have almost man-boobs.\u00a0 When I lost the fat yesterday, I had some semblance of pectorals.\u00a0 Not quite but still there.\u00a0 Except not any more.<\/p>\n
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I have budding breasts under the nipples.\u00a0 Barely anything but I can see the swell.\u00a0 A little girl’s breasts.\u00a0 I grimace at that thought but I’m not a little girl.\u00a0 And the nipples are certainly not something that belong on a child – I’ve seen grown women with smaller ones.\u00a0 My hand reaches for one of them but stop just an inch away.\u00a0 My heart is pounding and the hand near the nipple is shaking slightly.\u00a0 I lean into the mirror to see better and then touch the nipple.\u00a0 The jolt is immediate and I bite my lip again, moaning slightly.\u00a0 The skin around the nipple shrivels slightly as if gathering up and I can feel a slight pull as the nipple hardens.<\/p>\n
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I can’t help it.\u00a0 I push harder against the nipple, rolling it around.\u00a0 My head goes back – the feeling is intense.\u00a0 I can’t hold back the “Ohhhh godddd” moan that escapes my lips.\u00a0 My breast is small but soft and I feel the softness against my fingers as I push the nipple in and around.\u00a0 The shock of the feeling goes straight to my feet by way of my balls.\u00a0 Way worse than what I experienced in the shower this morning.\u00a0 And by worse I mean “Holy Jesus Fuck that feels amazing.”\u00a0 My hand automatically cups the small breast while I pinch and roll the nipple with my fingers.\u00a0 It’s different being the lady rather than the man in this position but it works.\u00a0 I can barely stay standing.\u00a0 My legs keep wanting to buckle and it’s hard to concentrate on anything other than this delicious itching\/tickling\/electrical thing that’s going on in my body.\u00a0 My nerves are alive with it and I can feel the pressure building for me to cum.<\/p>\n
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It’s hard to stop but I do.\u00a0 After double-checking the lock on the door, I make my way back to the toilet.\u00a0 My shirt comes off and goes on the little hook nearby.\u00a0 I unbutton my pants and have to struggle to get them off of my hips – they’re wider now.\u00a0 I can see the difference because they flare out slightly.\u00a0 I run my hands from my sides down to the hips and I think I could just stand there touching myself like this for hours.\u00a0 My whole body is smooth and sensitive to the touch.\u00a0 And I have an ass now – it bubbles out slightly and is nearly as soft as my tit feels.\u00a0 I knead the flesh of my ass cheeks and moan again, louder this time.\u00a0 Pulling and kneading and massaging… my balls are aching from all this torture.\u00a0 I need to cum badly.\u00a0 When I sit on the toilet seat, I can feel the way my ass squishes slightly.\u00a0 And then, I notice my dick.\u00a0 It’s smaller.\u00a0 Completely hard but maybe four or five inches instead of the seven inches it should be.\u00a0 I should be scared but I’m not.\u00a0 At all.<\/p>\n
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My left hand goes to my left tit.\u00a0 It’s bigger now.\u00a0 Slightly bigger.\u00a0 I massage the breast over and over, twisting my feet at the feeling.\u00a0 My right hand automatically goes between my thigh and balls again, rubbing and kneading the flesh there.\u00a0 My thighs are thicker than before but I don’t especially notice.\u00a0 What I do notice is that I’m very sensitive in the spot my right hand is playing with.\u00a0 It’s an interesting counter-point to the way my nipple feels.\u00a0 A localized thrum of pleasurable pressure right to my balls versus this jagged bolt from my nipple.\u00a0 I’m moaning and twisting my feet, rubbing my crotch while pinching and rolling my nipple.\u00a0 Moaning and gasping and mewling, my voice changing slightly, pitching higher.\u00a0 I subconsciously notice the dull pain in my throat for a moment before it goes away.\u00a0 My dick is throbbing with each heartbeat.\u00a0 I should’ve cum already but it’s taking longer and I don’t really care.<\/p>\n
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A very feminine “Haaahnnnn!” sound comes from my mouth over and over while I play with myself.\u00a0 I can’t… I can’t… can’t think… too much… too much pressure, too many sensations, like my brain is a live wire humming with electricity.\u00a0 The orgasm hits me like a sledgehammer and I have to bite my lip painfully to keep from screaming out loud.\u00a0 I muffle it and taste blood as I bite deeper.\u00a0 My hands fly out, left hand hitting the wall as I shake from the waves of pleasure.\u00a0 This fiery wave of pressure releasing throughout my whole body.\u00a0 I can feel my dick spasming but I can’t keep my eyes open.\u00a0 They’re fluttering as I gasp out muffled screams and my feet drum the floor.<\/p>\n
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Finally, I collapse into myself, hunched over.\u00a0 I can smell my cum.\u00a0 My brain buzzes at the remembered taste and I can feel the saliva working in my mouth, like a dog trained to drool at the ding of a bell.\u00a0 I want to taste it but I can’t move.\u00a0 I’m holding myself tight and still shaking a little from the orgasm.\u00a0 I grip tighter and lean into myself more but that’s a mistake – my nipples rub against my legs and then FUCK!\u00a0 FUCK!\u00a0 I scream out loud this time because I wasn’t expecting it.\u00a0 As a man, I cum once and I’m done for a while and there’s no screaming.\u00a0 A grunt, maybe?\u00a0 Not… not this… Jesus!\u00a0 I’m shaking again.\u00a0 Why’s it… why’s it so much?\u00a0 Why…?\u00a0 Fuck.\u00a0 Every nerve in my body is alive and I’m still moaning.\u00a0 My right leg starts jumping with a weird nervous tic and I can’t make it stop.<\/p>\n
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I focus on the leg in hopes it’ll distract me.\u00a0 The skin of the thigh is so smooth and I can see the outlines of muscles as it tenses and releases over and over.\u00a0 I want to touch the leg and trace the muscles but I know that’d be a bad idea.\u00a0 Why the fuck won’t it stop tapping and jumping?\u00a0 Oh shit.\u00a0 I came all over the walls.\u00a0 Ignoring the leg, I look around and see multiple spots of cum.\u00a0 Normally my cum is pretty thick and fairly opaque.\u00a0 This stuff… now it’s way more of a liquid and nearly transparent.\u00a0 Smells different in a way.\u00a0 Slightly different.\u00a0 Sharper.\u00a0 My mouth is watering at the smell.<\/p>\n
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Shit.\u00a0 I’m wriggling my ass on the toilet seat and I don’t even remember doing it.\u00a0 I have to go.\u00a0 When my leg finally calms down, I find my phone in my pants pocket and, with shaking hands, shoot off a quick email to my boss to tell him I’m leaving.\u00a0 It takes a little bit of time to clean the cum off the walls.\u00a0 With toilet paper.<\/p>\n
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Pulling my pants on is a struggle and I have to leave them unbuttoned.\u00a0 My ass is straining the fabric but I’ll be gone in a minute and could care less.\u00a0 Thankfully, I forgot to buy new underwear so they’re still sized for when I was fatter.\u00a0 The breasts are bigger.\u00a0 My breasts.\u00a0 I don’t know cup sizes but they’re definitely bigger than when I looked in the mirror.\u00a0 I want to touch them again.\u00a0 Badly.\u00a0 I really really want to play with them and touch them and hold them but I need to get the fuck out of here.\u00a0 The shirt is tighter when I put it back on and you can see my breasts… Jesus.\u00a0 MY breasts.\u00a0 You can see the outline of them with the shirt.\u00a0 The nipples press hard against the fabric.\u00a0 I can’t stop from moaning when I button the shirt.<\/p>\n
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Looking in the mirror, I don’t know what to make of myself.\u00a0 My shirt is straining against my chest.\u00a0 Thankfully, it comes down enough to cover the fact that the pants zipper is only half-way done up and the not buttoned.<\/p>\n
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Oh.\u00a0 That’s what I was noticing earlier.\u00a0 My face is softer.\u00a0 Subtly softer.\u00a0 And a tiny bit more narrow.\u00a0 My chin is a little more pointed.\u00a0 The nose is a little smaller.\u00a0 My cheekbones are higher.\u00a0 My eyes … I think they might be bigger?\u00a0 It’s hard to say right now.\u00a0 The blond in my hair is mixed with brown.\u00a0 Again, as if hypnotized, I can’t stop from touching the side of my face.\u00a0 It doesn’t stop there.\u00a0 My fingers are more slender and a little longer. \u00a0Smoother.\u00a0 I can feel the smoothness of my cheek against the light touch of my finger.\u00a0 Moles are missing.\u00a0 My complexion is clearer.\u00a0 My overbite is gone.\u00a0 The femininity of the face looks odd with my lips – they’re still my old thin lips and it makes me look slightly severe.<\/p>\n
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It takes 30 seconds for me to get from the bathroom to my car.\u00a0 Thirty seconds where I hug my arms to my chest, ignoring the alien feel of my soft breasts.\u00a0 Thirty seconds where I talk to no-one and hide my face.\u00a0 My bright red face.\u00a0 My pants are rubbing semi-painfully against the inside of my thighs as I fast-walk.\u00a0 I can’t hear what anyone is saying over the loud pounding noise my heart is making.<\/p>\n
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The car feels like sanctuary.\u00a0 I barely hesitate before jamming the keys in and roaring off.\u00a0 Well, as much as my little car can roar, anyway.\u00a0 My dick aches the entire trip and the balls feel like they’re being crushed by the combination of the tight pants and thicker thighs.\u00a0 I keep shifting in my seat in hopes the pain will go away.\u00a0 It’s a dull ache straight from my balls to the back of my head – nearly nausea inducing.<\/p>\n
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When I try to run to my front door, I find I can’t.\u00a0 The pants are too tight.\u00a0 So I shuffle, gritting my teeth the entire time.\u00a0 I lock the door as soon as it’s closed and I have my pants off faster than a virgin on prom night.\u00a0 The relief is incredible.\u00a0 I can actually breathe without too much pain.<\/p>\n
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Something is off.\u00a0 Something… I slowly take my boxer-brief underwear off.\u00a0 Oh.\u00a0 That’s why my balls were aching.\u00a0 They’re gone.\u00a0 The area below my dick is covered in wrinkly ball-sack skin.\u00a0 I both want to touch it and don’t want to touch it.\u00a0 Afraid of what I’ll feel.\u00a0 It hurts.\u00a0 It’s that same ache I was feeling in the morning only worse.\u00a0 Deep inside.\u00a0 My dick is pathetic looking.\u00a0 It’s hard again but only a few inches long and barely thicker than a pencil.<\/p>\n
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“Ohhhh…” I moan.\u00a0 I can FEEL my breasts moving against my shirt.\u00a0 I fumble to unbutton the damn thing and get it off of me.\u00a0 My breasts are now a decent handful – the nipples point up and very slightly to the sides.\u00a0 They itch like hell.\u00a0 I’d watch them but a sharp pain near my dick jerks my eyes down.\u00a0 The skin where my balls used to be has… pulled in.\u00a0 My dick has shrunk even smaller in the seconds I looked away.\u00a0 The head of it is pulling into the skin around the shaft as I watch.\u00a0 It’s not a pleasant feeling at all.\u00a0 Bearable but it turns my stomach and the ache in my gut pulses painfully.\u00a0 There are crunching noises.\u00a0 Bone crunching noises.<\/p>\n
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I’m hyperventilating now.\u00a0\u00a0 I can’t help it.\u00a0 I can feel a tugging sensation as skin is pulled INSIDE my crotch.\u00a0 Other skin is puckering up as my dick is completely pulled in above the new hole.\u00a0 Lips.\u00a0 Pussy lips.\u00a0 I lean back on my legs, kneeling to watch it happen.\u00a0\u00a0 I’m watching the tail-end of it now.\u00a0 The head of my dick is tiny and wrapped by soft looking skin.\u00a0 The clit.\u00a0 Obviously.\u00a0 There’s no pubic hair down there.\u00a0 Smooth skin.\u00a0 There’s … there’s something that happens inside me and it’s this pinching\/pulling\/ripping thing that makes me go down to my forearms, hunching over and feeling my soft breasts against my smooth, slightly sweaty thighs.\u00a0 The goddamn nipples ache at the touch.<\/p>\n
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The strange pain goes away and I feel something else relax.\u00a0 Some muscle.\u00a0 A smell hits me hard.\u00a0 Pussy.\u00a0 I’m smelling my own pussy.\u00a0 I wriggle a little at this sudden feeling deep inside of me and I smell myself even more strongly.\u00a0 It’s an erotic smell and if I were a guy, I’d be ripping off clothes to get my mouth on the girl’s cunt.\u00a0 I lean back slowly to my knees and spread my legs.\u00a0 The smell intensifies and I can see how shiny my pussy lips are in the light.<\/p>\n
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I’m fucking wet.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
My alarm startles me awake. I don’t normally sleep so solidly but this time, I did.\u00a0 No dreams to remember at all, either.\u00a0 Just pure solid sleep.\u00a0 I feel really good and relaxed.\u00a0 Until I sit up.\u00a0 There’s this dull Continue reading Layers Chapter 3<\/span>