Hello! I'm very new to the vore community, and at some point I might just post about who I am and how I came to be here. After I 'woke up' to being into vore, I started having fantasies that eventually turned into a fic idea that morphed into what you're about to read. You'll see I'm combining a lot of different ideas into this, and the MC is very un-knowledgeable in vore and all its depths and permutations. This is because, beyond the content I've been (heh) consuming in the last few months is far, far deeper than I'd ever been before, I'm rather un-knowledgeable in the subject. If there's words I'm not using right or vocabulary I'm not familiar with or mangled verbiage, that's due to sheer inexperience. In looking for a way to post this while remaining relatively anonymous, I discovered this site and created an account. (That was this morning, btw.) One quick note: If you read this and recognize my writing style, no you don't. Don't make me point out that you're also at the devil's sacrament on main in front of everyone we both don't know because you don't know who I am, right?.  |
Chapter 1
The first time it happened, I was entirely unprepared. I don't think anyone could have been prepared for something like that. I have some regrets, but as the song says, too few to mention.
But, of course, a story has a beginning, and this one technically begins before that first night, that first moment that would shape my destiny.
I was born Robert Kennedy Fitzgerald. I think my mom was hopped up on some serious post-delivery drugs when she gave me that name, but then she was always a little nostalgic for the 1960's and she would later say it was supposed to give me the names of the closest thing to the 'royal houses' of America, I was 14 when she floated that theory, so I suspect that was a bit of a justification.
...of course, given what happened, she might have been on to something...
Anyway, during my teen years I started feeling what I now know of as dysphoria. Of course, given that I felt like I was all alone in this feeling and didn't have the words to describe or explain it, I stumbled through my life with a constant feeling of isolation and loneliness. Things were...helped when I stumbled onto an online forum, and then later a chat group where I learned what to call the things I was feeling. My egg hatching took a hot minute, but once I was out of my shell, I changed my name to Bobbi (though I kept 'Kennedy Fitzgerald' ...I guess I inherited a like for the name from my mom) so the change wouldn't be hard for people to deal with at work and pursued HRT as vigorously as possible...though it was, as many transwomen feel once they finally get started, too late.. I had a skeletal structure that looked to me to be masculine, constant stubble that I could only afford to shave, and a lack of hips and boobs I had to ignore. As the HRT progressed, it got better, but no matter how I tried, I could only see a man pretending at being a woman in the mirror.
Of course, by that point we'd all seen the comics and heard the rumors, a new type of HRT was moving on the 'underground.' It got you incredible, phenomenal results. You didn't just get the body you dreamed of, you gained animal features. Cat ears, tails, claws, hooves, gills, you name it. People were claiming they were turning into the animals they thought they should have been all their lives.
It was patently ridiculous, of course, and if one looked into it (which I did...for reasons) it was decried as bunk, urban legend bullshit that some scammers were taking advantage of to rip off people with deep mental and physical health issues who were desperate.
That didn't stop the rumors and the stories and the talk. If anything, it only spurred them on. We'd already been told all our lives that our truth as women (or men, for the trans brothers out there) was a mental illness, so if there was something out there that "they" didn't want us to know about, then there was probably something to the rumors.
For myself, I'd always been the sort to err on the side of caution when it came to anything that could get you arrested, so I remained firmly in the realm of the passive observer. I'd read the stories of the girl who was turning into a mouse with a yearning that I couldn't identify, of the transwoman who was finding true fulfillment as a dolphin, of the NB who's journey was being told by their owners who had been roommates until the the canine brain took over beyond the enby's ability to function as a human. It wasn't that I wanted exactly what they had, it was that there was something in their tales that struck at something in my core the same way knowing I was a woman with a masculine body resonated. I didn't know what I needed to be, but something was tugging at me, telling me I wasn't really human, just like I wasn't really a man.
While I was a bit of a shut-in, I wasn't antisocial. I did make an effort to get out of the apartment and socialize, though often it was just to meet with the support group for transwomen. Eventually, though, one of the girls at the group asked if I wanted to join them for drinks after, and I said yes. While they never were more than friends, that group got me out to scenes I used to avoid and in places that made me feel more comfortable in who I was.
I began getting a little more daring with my wardrobe, leaning more toward clubwear than the 'girl next door' I'd started with. I gained the courage to dance with some girls that didn't seem to be put off by my masculine traits, and overall began to feel like I was actually worth being around.
One of my friends from the support group suddenly stopped coming to the groups or the nights out. We didn't think too much of this, of course, it was an unfortunate truth about the world we live in that people simply...disappear sometimes. The statistics show that the majority of missing persons cases go unsolved, and sadly just because we were in the same support group didn't mean we were in any way family members or someone who had any reason to assume someone was missing just because they didn't show up to the occasional meeting.
It was to my surprise that she turned up at one of the clubs I frequented on Friday nights. We were both alone by sheer coincidence, our friend group all having other things that kept them from the club that night. I was surprised to see what I thought was mouse ears on their head. I thought they were just remarkably realistic headband mounted ears, until...
"Chinchilla," she clarified as one twitched back, in a completely natural and unconscious motion. "I found a source of THRT and it turns out I'm at least part chinchilla." She watched my bobbing jaw as I tried to connect what I was seeing with what I knew was possible with modern science and then giggled as she realized I was too gobsmacked to reply. "It turns out there's certain traits that are dominant for people and, if they're close enough to an 'animal' then the THRT just awakens those traits."
"That's...not possible. There's nothing in medical science that could even begin to allow...but..." I tentatively reached out with a finger and, realizing I was probably crossing a boundary if I continued without permission, gave her a silent plea with my eyes. She giggled again and nodded, so I touched her ear and almost moaned at how soft and fine the fur was. It twitched, but she did her best to keep the ear under my fingers as I gently stroked it.
She was blushing very red and was clearly trying to keep from tilting her head up into my hand, like a pet looking for more of the sensation. I pulled my hand away even as I couldn't stop staring at the very live ears that were just barely peaking out of her hair. "I...think I'm happy where I am, though. I like the ears, and I've even got a little bit of a tail," my eyes flicked down briefly, unable to resist the impulse to check even though I clearly wouldn't be able to see it from my position in front of her. She giggled, "But I'm honestly a little scared of going further. I already have a bit of fear of water, and if my mind goes like some of the people on THRT, well, chinchillas aren't known for being hardy urban species, you know?" she gestured around at the busy club.
I picked up my drink (which hadn't left either of our sight while she was shattering my worldview) and tossed back a mouthful of Jack Daniels, "I just...how is this possible? I've looked into it and every medical journal and doctor who's said anything about it online says it's bunk science!"
She gave me a sly look, "Oh, you 'looked into it,' huh?"
I blushed and looked away, fidgeting with my glass, "Duh, who hasn't? It's perfectly normal to look into something like that!"
She snickered, "Uh-huh. Just like 'all guys want to be girls,' right?"
I scowled as my face flushed more red, but didn't deny the implication she was making.
"Tell you what," she said, "Since this stuff isn't prescription and I can get more whenever I want," she put her purse on the bar and dug around in it and part of my brain couldn't help but notice that she was digging more like a rodent than a primate, "I'll give you the rest of my supply. Try it!" she enthused as she shoved the unlabeled bottle at me, "If nothing else it'll help with those 'manly' features you complain about nearly every time in group."
I scowled at her again, "That's supposed to remain in group, not at the bar."
She waved it off as she took a gulp of her own nearly Windex blue drink, "Nobody's listening in for deep dark secrets about how you have to fuss with your mustache hair before you put on makeup. Just take the pills," she shoved them at me again, "I can tell you they're not toxic or anything and they worked for me." She looked pointedly at me and flicked her ear, this time on purpose, to draw attention to it.
I grimaced at the thought of taking something that clearly wasn't made in a proper pharmaceutical operation and then sighed, "...well, if nothing else it's just another pill. And what could it hurt?"
She nudged me playfully, "Exactly! And if you need more when that bottle's empty you can call me and I'll hook you up with the lady that got me those."
~~~
Because I said I would, I started taking the pills the next morning. Since they weren't prescribed and had no labelling, I was guessing that it was a one-pill-per-day dosage. It was a standard capsule with some grainy powder inside. It wasn't too much different from my Adderall prescription, honestly.
A few days later, I was somewhat surprised to notice that my facial hair seemed to be...less when I went to shave. Considering that facial hair was supposed to grow more slowly and softer for some transwomen on HRT, I allowed for the possibility that this was unrelated to the new pill I was taking.
Not quite six days after I started taking the strange pills, I put down my shaving razor for the last time. I no longer needed to worry about my facial hair. It now looked like I'd never even had any in the first place. I sobbed my eyes out for nearly an hour before I managed to get it under control and called out sick at work. I was having too many Feels™️ to be able to focus on crunching numbers for clients.
The following Friday night I met my friend, Miley, at a different bar than was our usual. I'd called her the night before and we agreed that we didn't want to spread this around too much without checking with her source. There was also the unbelievability of the whole thing. My lack of facial hair wasn't a sure-fire, locked and done piece of evidence that the pills were working, even a little, because it was possible to have it removed without whatever chemicals or magic or hand-wave-bullshit was in the capsules. All we had was her ears, and it was too easy to dismiss those as some sort of gimmick or quirk and all it would do if we convinced the wrong people of the wrong things her supply...and possibly now my supply would be cut off.
She looked up at me as we pulled out of our hug of greeting, "Are you taller?"
I blushed. While I didn't have a trigger, per se, for my height to cause dysphoria, it was a bit of a sore subject for me, "I hope not, I'm struggling to find clothes and shoes as it is!"
She patted me on the arm, "I'm sure it'll be fine. You'll probably be getting all those little changes that make you insecure about wearing men's clothes and then you can be the big, strong butch lesbian every girl dreams of getting railed by."
At her words, I felt my cock twitch in my panties. While I did like looking like an absolute bombshell...or at least that's how I designed my avatars in online games (one of the tells that showed I was actually a transwoman), the idea of pinning another woman down, any woman, and absolutely owning her with my girl-cock was suddenly very arousing.
Miley snickered as she saw my eyes go unfocussed and my cheeks flush, "Ah, that stage, huh? A little faster than me, but it's not surprising your horny AF."
I blushed and cleared my throat, "...you could have warned me, you know." My sex drive, while not gone, per se, was definitely less than it had been before the HRT and I'd grown to expect that I just wouldn't be as interested in sex unless I also gave up on being a woman. To have the sensation of teenage-grade arousal return so suddenly and forcefully was a shock. I hoped my panties were up to the job of keeping my member contained.
"Where's the fun in that?" she said impishly, "Besides, if you don't want your dick, it'll be going away soon enough from the pills."
I frowned, "...they can do that?!"
She smiled puckishly at me, "I have a nice little slit between my legs where I used to have a bulge."
My jaw was bobbing again by the time the bartender got to us, so she ordered our usuals.
Once I was able to form words, I blushingly asked in a near whisper, "...what if you want both?"
Her eyebrows went up, "Looking to be a real-life futa, huh?"
All I could do was nod.
The bartender delivered our drinks at that moment, so we were quiet as we handed over our payment cards for him to start our tab for the night. Once the we had our purses secured back at our sides and a modicum of privacy, Miley nudged me playfully, "I've heard of a few people who wind up with hermaphroditic traits before they go full furry. The pills are supposed to give you the body you should have had from the start. If that looks like a chick with a dick, then that's what you get."
~~~
The following day I was taking my morning shower and noticing my cock was actually bigger than it had been before I started HRT. With what Miley had said in mind, I almost hesitantly slid my fingers behind my ball sack and probed around.
I didn't have a slit yet, but there was a mound, a puffiness that hadn't been there last time I checked for the various medical reasons people with testicles and a prostate are supposed to do periodically. It was also sensitive! I gasped as brushing my fingers over it was almost as intense a feeling as when my cock was hard and I was stroking the tip!
And speaking of, my dick sprang to full attention and, as I suspected, it was even bigger and harder than it had ever been in my life. I gave it the attention it was begging for, and as I did so I realized my moans and gasps and cries of pleasure were a distinctly feminine sound, whatever magic the pills were working having caused my voice to undo some of the drop into the masculine range puberty had cursed me with.
I came all over my small tits, swearing to never run out of those fabulous pills.
~~~
The following Friday night I was on my own. Not only was I feeling a little distant from the friend group that came from the support group (something I now understood in why Miley had ghosted us), but Miley was out of town. She did text me the information on how to get in contact with her supplier and wished me luck on finding some lucky girl to take home.
I really was feeling particularly ready to claim some girl who was ready to be absolutely devoured by a tall, powerful futa woman. I still didn't have a slit, but I could feel things shifting down there and it would be happening soon, it was just a matter of time.
I put on a dress, not to cover or hide the features I was ashamed of but to showcase my body, which was growing more enticing by the day. I put on makeup, not to cover facial hair or a jawline that was too strong, but to create a smokey eye that would pin a girl in place, a hunter finding her prey and the prey knowing there was no escape.
Oh, was I ever horny!
I went to one of the spots I didn't normally try, a bar on the other side of town that had a reputation for being the kind of place you go for a one-night stand. Or even just a quick fuck in the bathroom stall.
I wasn't interested in the rigmarole, I didn't want to have small talk, I didn't care about anything more than, 'is this girl consenting and of age?' I was on the hunt, and I would take my prey home and satisfy my hunger.
Which, I recognize with the perfect 20/20 of hindsight, was remarkably ironic given how things would wind up for me.
She actually spotted me first. I hadn't even really gotten the lay of the land before I felt a hand on my ass. Startled, I turned to see a small woman wearing a nicely revealing minidress. She had a clutch dangling from one wrist and the bar's little blue wrist strap denoting that she'd paid the cover charge. She looked vaguely oriental, though my American-bred white-girl ass wouldn't have a clue in identifying specifics on those lines. She had dark hair and cute eyes and a delicious looking ass that I found I wanted to bite just to hear her squeal.
"Hi," she said by way of preamble, "You're tall!"
"Hi, yourself," I purred just loud enough to be heard over the ambient sounds of the bar, "You're bite sized."
It wasn't long at all before we were in the bathroom stall and grinding against each other. My dress wasn't doing anything to hide the rock-hard bulge my cock was forming, and when she felt it pressing against her she almost went wild, practically climbing me like a tree to press her pussy against it and grind herself to orgasm. Somewhat to my surprise she wasn't even remotely sated. I could feel a bit of precum against my skin that she'd milked from my cock with her crotch and knew I had to be inside this girl.
I reached down between us and tugged my cock out, then yanked aside her panties to expose her pussy lips. I could smell her, even over the odors of the poorly maintained bathroom. My vision went hazy as I slammed my cock into her slit, half of it disappearing into her in a single stroke. It took only one more rocking of my hips to be hilted in her.
I fucked her against the stall wall, hard. She wasn't a person to me in that moment, she was a piece of fuck-meat. She was my prey, and I was marking her as mine. My vision was practically a wash of red as I took my arousal out on her cunt. I was big, I was powerful, I was in charge and this pussy was mine to fuck!
She began moaning and babbling, incoherent ramblings of a mind that was fracturing under the pleasure of being disregarded in favor of the delicacy that was her wonton body. She was so small compared to the absolute towering amazon that I was that her head barely came up to my chin. For reasons I wouldn't understand until much, much later, I found myself opening my jaw and trying to bite down on her head. Even this seemed to lock into the girl's mind that she was nothing but a piece of meat to me and it excited her to the point of having, if I counted right, no fewer than three orgasms.
I found myself growling a deep, throaty sound that almost rattled the walls of the stall we were in. Was this the Therian HRT at work? Was I gaining the traits of an animal of some type? If so, it had to be some form of predatory animal. The thought of being something dangerous and deadly and so very dominant caused me to practically go berserk, hammering the living fuck toy I was pinning against the stall wall.
Just the realization that I was so much more powerful than the creature that had submitted to be bred by me slammed into my primal mind and I actually let out a roar. And, at least to my own ears, it sounded feminine. Did the sounds of the bar grow quieter? Did the other patrons still briefly in fear? Did my very presence cause them to realize that their lives were in my hands?
I came. I came hard and copiously. Pulsing ropes of cum rocketing from my cock and into the willing hole I was using to ease my arousal fever. It felt like minutes before I finished unloading my balls, and every pulse was a pleasure I couldn't recall ever feeling.
Finally, I finished off, almost casually lifting the receptacle...the girl off my cock. I set her on her feet, her legs wobbling under her and she had to lean back against the stall's door to keep from falling over. As I tucked my cock into my panties and straightened my dress, the girl was watching me with an almost reverent expression. Her pupils were dilated wide enough that her eyes almost looked black, the mascara and eyeshadow she'd worn was streaking down her face in dark, nearly black tear tracks, and some of my seed was dripping down her inner thigh.
As I finished straightening my clothes, she blurted out, "Please...take me!"
I smirked at her, "I believe I just did."
If she blushed, it wasn't visibly different from her flushed arousal tinting her cheeks red, "...cock..." she managed to blurt out, "I need your cock! It's like it's calling to me."
I was intrigued, and just to experiment I tugged up on the hem of my dress, baring more leg. It wasn't a long dress by any stretch, if I wasn’t careful I'd flash panties if I lifted my arms over my head. Sure enough the girl's eyes shot down, seeking her calling.
I smiled in predatory satisfaction, "Very well."
~~~
I had summoned a rideshare and told her she wasn't to clean up her makeup. I wanted her to broadcast the control I had over her. The driver gave us looks in the mirror, but as she wasn't bothering to hide that she was lusting for me, showing no signs of fear, and the only distress she broadcast was her discomfort that I was making her wait, he didn't say anything.
I gave him an extra large tip, he'd need the money to deal with the sizeable cum-stain she'd left in the back seat.
The door to my apartment had barely closed before she began stripping herself. It wasn't seductive or languorous or hesitant, it was the desperate clawing of her curled fingers at the fabric that she had decided was too constricting. I smirked as I began pulling off my own dress, exposing more of my skin to her than I'd shown anyone in years. I didn't experience the fear or loathing or discomfort from before. I knew that even if my body wasn't perfect now, it was on the way there and it was already stunning. I looked down and realized that my bra was far too tight, my breasts starting to spill over the cups a bit. I huffed a laugh and undid the fastener in the back, letting my girls hang free. Discarding the garment that wouldn't be worn by me again, I looked up to see the girl completely naked, all the way down to her bare feet. My mouth started watering and I found myself feeling even more aroused than before, as well as a hunger being present that I'd never experienced but felt like an old friend. Whatever form of predator I was turning into, it had needs that I'd never known I had before.
The girl was eying the swell of my panties, which were unable to hold my cock back. Chuckling, I tugged them off and let them fall to the floor, my member bouncing with my heartbeat. I found myself drooling in anticipation as I shifted my hips one way, then the other, watching her track the tip of my dick with her eyes and paying attention to almost nothing else.
My great room a bit sparse, but it served me as a single transwoman living alone. I had an entertainment center with a good sized TV, a couple of video game consoles (you can take the boy out of the girl, but you can't take the gamer out of the trans girl), and a bookshelf along one wall. On the opposite wall was a sectional couch, the end furthest from the wall was a chaise lounge section that would work perfectly for what I had in mind.
Leaving my shoes on, I strutted over to my couch and arranged the cushions and pillows to make a perfect reclining slope and laid down on it. I spread my legs so my feet were resting on the floor on either side of the extended bench and then patted my cock, as though summoning her to submit herself to it.
There was no hesitation in her step, nothing about her spoke of anything but her desire to please my cock. She clambered over and almost fell onto the open part of the chaise lounge between my legs, her hands intent on grabbing my member and holding it up so she could shove it into her mouth. She almost sounded like she was weeping in relief around my cock, bobbing her head up and down as she devoured it as much as she could. She worked her tongue around the tip and licked it all over as her lips stroked my shaft. It was somewhat startling but absolutely pleasurable when she pressed the tip against the hole, flicking it about like she were tonguing a tiny little vagina.
And then my vision went white when she managed to push her tongue into my cock.
The experience was...transcendental. It wasn't an orgasm, it was like those tiny sparks of pleasure that led to an orgasm scaled up to the size of my entire body. I wanted more. I needed more of her inside me. Not like I wanted her fingers in my ass (though I adored anal play), not like I wanted her tongue in my not-yet-fully-formed pussy, I wanted her in my cock!
When I recovered enough of my wits to be able to control my body again, I looked down and growled at her hungrily. For her part, she was paying me no attention beyond getting as much of her tongue in my penis as possible.
As I watched, my dick seemed to grow. It swelled and lengthened, pushing her head away from my crotch. She kept her mouth firmly clamped around the head even as it was stretching her jaw to the point of pain, desperate to dig her tongue as deep as possible into my lengthening shaft. I grabbed a fistful of her hair and yanked her off my cock, her gasp being her only response as her eyes remained fixed on my still growing member.
A detached part of me was screaming about how this was impossible, something was horribly wrong and there was going to be something very, very bad at the end of the night if we continued. The rest of me wanted to sink teeth and claws into that part and shred it to pieces, destroy the remnants of humanity that still resided in my brain.
When I decided it was large enough, I guided the girl's head to the now massive slit at the tip of my cock and pressed her face into it. It spread like the pussy I was hoping to soon have would open to accept a dick, only instead of a penis this hole was taking a different head. It was already so large it covered her face from the bridge of her nose down to her neck. She moaned in ecstasy, her eyes rolling and her eyelids fluttering. This little snack was having some part of her triggered to be consumed by my cock, and it was giving her pleasure beyond the vigorous pounding I'd delivered to her pussy earlier.
Another growl rattled from my throat as I pushed harder, her head disappearing into my cock. My dick was now long enough that it might have fit her torso, but that wouldn't be enough. I needed more! I leaned forward and wrapped my hands around her ribcage and pulled, forcing her down to her shoulders into my dick's slit. I felt a pulsing and realized I'd been sensing it amid all the other new sensations and emotions the entire time, but this time it was intense enough to overwhelm everything else; it was my cock surging in growth. It wanted to be big enough to consume this girl entirely...I wanted it to be big enough!
I pushed her harder into my urethra, her body shivered and shook, her arms moving about limply as she was overwhelmed with being devoured. Her muffled vocalizations made me dizzy with arousal, begging me to eat her with my cock. It was all I wanted to do in that moment, my member surging larger to consume several inches in a single growth spurt.
I gasped in pleasure as my cock head swallowed her breasts. It was another wave like the previous, and I could only think about wanting MORE! Another thrum of a growth spurt and my dick had surged to cover her waist. She had, I presume, been in the process of groping her own tits as she was being gulped down, as her arms were now inside me as well, moving about and stroking some sensitive spots I didn't even know I had inside my penis. The sensations were so intense that I collapsed back on my sofa, my entire massive cock being pulled up and then flopping against my torso. The girl's legs were spread, thank goodness, or that might have caused some injury to my face.
Her pussy was right there, still leaking my cum, and I loved eating pussy... The thought had me laughing as I slid my arms up and gripped her inner thighs, ensuring her legs weren't going to close as I pressed my lips against her vulva. I love eating pussy... and I'm eating this one twice. I laughed into the girl's slit as my penis pulsed and throbbed. As my tongue parted her lower lips, her moaning and squirming redoubled. The sensations were setting me off and I started moaning and writhing on the couch, my mind fogging with the need for more, harder, faster!
Almost lovingly, I kissed the pussy goodbye as I pushed her ass into my cock. It was a challenge, not unlike pushing a buttplug into your eager hole after teasing with a vibrator. You may be ready, you may want it inside you, but the flesh wasn't expecting to be stretched quite like that. The truism was that you never inserted anything that didn't have a flared base, and I was trying to jam the flared base inside me. I grabbed her knees and pushed them together and then pressed her in me, wanting to envelop her completely.
I groaned and strained, refusing to let up on the pressure as it felt like her hips just wouldn't make it through the opening. All at once she slipped further in, all the way to her knees. Between my legs I could feel my ballsack growing huge. I was going to take this girl into my balls. I was going to put her with the cum in them. I wanted her there so badly I wrapped my arms and legs around my now huge cock and began stroking every inch I could reach. I kissed my own cock head, licking and nuzzling and cooing how it felt so good and I wanted to have my massive balls filled with the girl and when I came after it would be epic and she'd spray against the walls in a gooey conflagration of white...
I wasn't sure what had me thinking that was going to be the end result, I was just so aroused by the thought that whatever mechanism existed in my impossibly large dick worked faster and harder in response, gulping down the girl until I could feel her head slide into my scrotum. I watched as her feet disappeared into the slit in my cock head and it contracted down into something that at least looked like a proper penis head. The rest of my member bulged with the outline of the girl as she squirmed and writhed inside me. She made no words, only muffled noises that were vibrating inside my balls.
My world turned into the sensations of her sliding into me, my cock shrinking down now that it no longer needed to be large enough to encompass an entire human. It wasn't returning to its normal size, at least not yet, but it did shrink to small enough that I could wrap a hand partially around it and stroke it, jerking myself off as the girl's feet slurped into my nut-sack. Now that my cock wasn't massive and in the way, I saw the somewhat comical image of one testicle, while still the size of a cantaloupe and WAY bigger than it ever was normally, was dwarfed by the other, which was now misshapen and undulating, the outline of the girl just barely visible as she moaned inside me. I watched as her hands went to her crotch and the envelope of flesh over them pulsing up and down as she couldn't seem to stimulate her pussy fast enough.
I felt it coming. The orgasm was going to be bigger and more intense than any I'd ever experienced, I knew that on a gut level. I braced myself even as I knew it'd be worthless. I was putting up a tide wall in the path of a tsunami that could swallow a city. As the bubble of pleasure seemed to start in my pelvis and grow to fill my belly and torso, the girl's moans and cries turned into orgasmic wailing and screaming. She was thrashing, her limbs pressing against the confines of my testicle even as her features became less and less distinct. It seemed as though she was dissolving, her limbs vanishing first before her torso, twisting and writhing, turned to liquid like an ice cube melting in a puddle of water. The sounds she made and the motions of her dwindling form decreased even as my encroaching orgasm built in strength, and when the last moan hissed into a burble and the last wave of motion ceased, I came.
A jet of cum that had to be at least an inch in diameter blasted from my cock. It wasn't a spurt that squirted out and plopped down on the couch cushion, it was a firehose spray that slammed against the wall and front door to my apartment. Almost blindly, I scooted myself forward to sit on the leading edge, my relief at my balls no longer hanging halfway off the couch immediately eclipsed as the next surging pulse of my orgasm hit. I screamed in pleasure and roared in unfettered joy. This was what I'd been missing in my life, this was my purpose and pleasure! I was a woman with a cock, I was a predator in my territory! I gasped and almost sobbed as my cock pulsed and pulsed, pouring copious jizz out as my balls retracted.
It took minutes. It felt like years. I hadn't paid attention to the time when I came through the door with my snack, but by the time I managed to look at the clock on the back of the stove, the only one visible from my position half collapsed in front of the couch, it was only about two hours from the time I remembered seeing when I left the club. I hadn't been sure at the time why I was so eager to get my quarry home, but the watching of the clock as the girl and I waited for the rideshare had been quite a bit like waiting for a bus when you're is late for a meeting, so the time stood out in my memory when the car had finally pulled up to the curb to pick us up.
When I looked down at my body, I was dimly aware I should feel somewhat disturbed. My penis and testicles were down to a more 'human' normal size...though they were MUCH larger than before. I'd be able to do my usual 'tuck' to be able to wear my favorite cocktail minidress, but even a tiny amount of the wrong movement would make it clear I was packing something the average woman didn't.
My legs seemed to have gained definition, and...were my toes more pointed? Longer? They were still my feet, including the scratch from when I'd accidentally earned the ire of one of the neighborhood cats while I was wearing a pair of boat shoes. But they were more slender, and my toes looked like they'd been drawn by a fetish artist. Well, that's slightly offputting... Hopefully when I'm done...cooking? Developing? Growing into whatever my final form is going to be, they won't look like a DeviantArt commission.
My tummy...had a four-pack. Good, striking defined muscles stood out. I put a hand on it to feel if it was real, to confirm the evidence of my eyes, when I saw that my hands had changed as well. I held them out and realized that, like my feet, they'd narrowed and my fingers had elongated slightly. Not disturbingly, I wouldn't be accused of being a fey or an alien, but having grown up with my 'man hands' I could tell the difference. I liked this change and hoped the trend continued into something I'd enjoy seeing at the end of my arms.
I returned to my investigation, noticing my boobs were at least a cup size bigger than even when I'd removed my bra. Needing a better angle, I stood and rushed to my bathroom and flicked on the light.
My tits were gorgeous! Firm and round and with a lovely pair of nipples capping them. When my eyes lit on my face, I almost wept. The changes that led to my facial hair vanishing and my jaw softening had continued. I no longer saw a man in the mirror, I saw a striking and powerful woman.
A woman who just ate someone.
I waited for my buoyant mood to crash in the wake of the revelation, but it never did. I didn't feel bad for what I did, in fact, I felt giddy. I wanted to do it again, multiple times, and I wanted to experience more change! What this meant about me, I couldn't be sure in that moment, but I did recognize that my sense of smell was informing me that there was quite a lot of cum in the apartment.
I stepped out of my bathroom and looked at the...pool of cum I'd made. This wasn't a puddle, this was an entire person dissolved into what looked like gallons of cum and sprayed liberally all over my wall and floor...and it looked like some had splashed up onto the ceiling. I registered absently that the meal's...the woman's purse was somehow spared getting soaked. I made a mental note to see if I could find the woman's I.D. I groaned, "...this is going to take all night to clean up!"
So...what'd you think? Constructive criticism is welcome, especially if you spot a plot hole or (even worse) a grammar or spelling error. I do have an 'end game' in mind for this, even if I don't know every step I'll need to take to get there. |
