This is probably the last story I've seen him produce. Kinda miss him. Ah well.
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I heard the echoes of my bare feet as I padded quietly over the tile floor down to where we kept it. It was past midnight, and I wasn't worried about running into one of the others, but I wasn't taking chances. I hadn't turned on any lights, and I was walking as quietly as possible. My breath was coming quick and shallow. I felt a warmth all over my body. My cock stood out straight and stiff, tenting the front of my shorts, and my nipple were hard on my bare chest. The thought of it turned me on, made me horny. I loved it and hated it. I couldn't stop. I turned from the wide hallway into the large, opulent room where we kept it. The size of the house was good for me; it made it that much less likely that any of the others would happen to interrupt me. It wasn't like there was a time when I could be sure of being alone in the house. None of us worked anymore, since we'd found the Monkey's Paw. It wasn't really a monkey's paw. It didn't look anything like one. That was just what Rob started calling it when we found it on that camping trip, and the name stuck. He said it was a reference to some story or something, about a monkey's paw that granted wishes. This thing didn't look anything like an actual paw, but it did the wishes thing well enough. I opened the box that only one of the five of us could open; for anybody else, it would stick shut. I reached inside and took the thing out. It was difficult, as it always was, to see how it was shaped. I mean, it didn't always look like it was the same shape, and even while your eyes were telling you it was round, you might pick it up and feel corners. It was slightly shiny and covered all over with tiny shapes, almost like it was a machine with tiny moving parts. It felt just a bit oily. But I knew all that. It always looked the same. What was drawing my attention now, as I picked it up, was the way my hard dick was standing straight out in front of me. I was so horny. I couldn't resist it. I had to. We'd figured out almost immediately what the Monkey's Paw did when we found it. You didn't have to make a wish out loud. You just had to think about something you wanted while you were holding it. That's why we could quit our jobs and live in this mansion. That's why I didn't have anything to do but do this to myself. I thought of what I wanted. Small changes. Miniscule. Penny might not even notice that anything was different; it had been embarrassing enough when she called me out on it last time. My body hair was already gone, so there wasn't much I could do with that, but I made my pubic hair a bit sparser. I lost a fraction of an inch of height. Nothing anybody else would notice, but I felt my cock throb as I knew that I was smaller. Arms and legs just a bit thinner. Hands and feet just a bit smaller. Hips slightly wider, more curved. Ass slightly rounder. Face a bit thinner, softer. I didn't have to shave anymore, but I made a few other changes. I was breathing harder, now. I couldn't keep my hands off myself. My tits. They were tiny, barely there, but I made them just a fraction bigger. Just a little more swelling under the nipple. Nipples just a little bigger and more erect. I was panting. My dick was standing straight out in front of me, shaking slightly with my rapid heartbeat. I dropped the monkey's paw back into its box and ran my hands up my sides, feeling my slightly widened hips, my slightly thinned waist. I slid my fingers across my chest to the tiny swellings of my budding breasts. I felt my rock-hard nipples. My breath sucked in, involuntarily. Brushing my palms over my nipples, I rolled the little points of flesh around. I knew I'd hate myself for this tomorrow, but it turned me on so much that I couldn't stop. Still rubbing my nipples with one hand, I collapsed onto one of the couches, the other hand pulling the elastic of my shorts down below my jutting, rock-hard dick. I started stroking myself. Thinking about what I'd done to myself, again. The thought of it made my masturbation feel so much better. I couldn't believe how fantastic it felt. I felt my dick, thick and hard in my slightly smaller, slightly more feminine hand. Each little change made me so horny, but I didn't think I could make too many more changes before the other guys noticed. Penny already had, but that was different. Maybe I should change back. Start again from the beginning, so that I could make all these little changes again without anybody else catching on to what I was doing. No, that's not what I wanted to think about. That was just a distraction. What I wanted to think about now, while one hand was stroking my rigid dick and the other was rubbing and sliding over my nipples, was what I'd done to myself. What I was doing to myself. I looked down at my androgynous body, thinking how many small changes I'd made to myself lately. Thinking about the smooth, hairless skin I had, and the curves. Thinking about the tiny female breasts that were invisible when I was dressed, but just barely apparent now, in the darkness. I groaned and spurted cum from my cock, spraying up onto my belly. My back arched in ecstasy. My hand was coated with my cum. I kept stroking my still-hard cock for a while, feeling the aftershocks of the orgasm run through me as I relaxed back onto the couch. Almost immediately, I was ashamed. Embarrassed at the thought of how I'd feel if more people knew what I was doing to myself. I hated it. When I was horny, there was nothing I liked better than slowly feminizing myself. As soon as I came, it filled me with shame. It was as if I had two minds, two sets of desires. One mind loved what was happening to me, and that was the part that kept me going back. The other half of me hated it, and that was the part that took over when I wasn't horny. But somewhere, deep in the back of my consciousness, there was enough of the other one left that I didn't use the Monkey's Paw to change myself back. I lay there for a few minutes, feeling my breathing and my pulse return to normal as my spent dick returned to its flaccid state. Holding my cum-filled hand away from me, I made my way to a bathroom to wash up and then returned to our room, crawling back into bed with Penny. I don't think she even noticed I'd been gone. But she noticed me the next morning, when she woke up. "Oh, Danny," she said, with annoyance in her voice. "You did it again?" I woke up at the sound of her voice, confused. Looking down at myself, I saw the results of last night's masturbation session. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. As horny as it made me to feel myself becoming more female, it brought me nothing but embarrassment when I wasn't horny, and when it was revealed in the light of day. "Honestly, Danny, why don't you just change back? I mean, all of us have played around with that thing, but we change back afterward. Or at least Rob and I do." Scott and Paul, our two other friends that had been there to find the Monkey's Paw with Penny, Rob and me, hadn't changed back because of what they'd changed themselves into: muscle-bound studs that were irresistible to women. I took her point, though. Those were the sort of changes most people would consider "normal," if they could wish things and have them come true. "I don't know, Penny," I said slowly, and I didn't. Why didn't I change back after I'd had my fun? I couldn't really say. "I don't think I can deal with this," Penny said. "At the beginning, I figured you were just playing around, but this is getting weird. Those things," she gestured toward the budding breasts on my bare chest, "aren't going away. And it's... weird to have you halfway in between like this. You go much further, and anybody will be able to see, even when you're dressed. It's weird. It'd almost be better if you went all the way and turned yourself into a girl, instead of going halfway like this." It was a chance comment, but her mention of me as a girl had an immediate effect. My cock was rock hard, instantly. I shifted under the covers to try to make it less obvious. "I can't do this," she sputtered, near tears, and left. I sat there on the bed as she went, torn. I could feel my guts churning. I didn't want her to go, but I didn't feel like I could comfort her. Putting my feminized arms around her wouldn't make her feel any better. Hell, I couldn't even stand up right now. She'd see my horny cock, jutting from my lap, and know how much this turned me on. Shuffling the covers down off my lap, I saw the rigid shaft sticking straight up in my boxers. I slid the waistband down and stared at it. This was the cause of my problems. I didn't want to keep changing myself, but it made me so horny. I couldn't resist it. My mind knew how stupid this all was, driving Penny away, but my cock was still rock- hard at the thought of myself as a female. "Stupid," I said, addressing my dick. "You get hard at the thought, but if it was true, you wouldn't even be there. My dick gets hard when I think about not having a dick. That's sick." But that didn't change my reaction. My hard-on was still there, jutting up from the growth of pubic hair, now very sparse, in my crotch. Knowing that it was no use, that I'd have to deal with it before I got up and faced the day, I lifted one hand to my nipples and the other to my cock and started rubbing. After I finished, I went into the bathroom to shower, washing away the cum that had filled my hand and shot up onto my stomach. As I washed, I thought back over how the Monkey's Paw had changed my life. All our lives. We'd been on a camping trip. The guys and I were friends from college, but I'd been dating Penny for a while and she fit in. She was part of the group. We'd been hiking, and Penny had found the thing. It was just lying in the grass at the side of the trail. I don't know quite how she spotted it. The thing can be hard to see if you're not looking directly at it. But once she picked it up, we were all interested. It was strange, the way it would look first one shape, then another. Penny was about to throw it away from the path, but Rob was the one that took it from her and carried it back to camp, thinking that it might be something that needed to be studied. I can't imagine it would have taken much longer to figure out what it did. I mean, all you had to do was hold it and think about something you wanted. Who doesn't want something? But as it happened, a thunderstorm did it. It started coming down as we were finishing our hike, and we rushed the last few hundred yards to our tents through a downpour, drenched to the skin. We didn't see the moment that Rob first used the Monkey's Paw because he was in his tent, but we all heard the effects as the thunderstorm cut off like it was turned off with a switch, and we all came out of our tents to see a beautiful, sunny day. Rob told us how he'd been thinking of just such a day when he took the thing out of his pockets while stripping off his wet clothes, and a little experimentation did the rest. Any thoughts we had of giving the thing to some scientist for study gave way to self-interest. We swore each other to secrecy and came up with a plan by which we'd all have the Monkey's Paw handy to use whenever we wanted. Wishing up fat bank account balances, we quit our jobs and bought a gigantic mansion, big enough for all five of us to live together. We thought of separate residences, but couldn't agree who would get to hold on to the device. That was months ago. We each reacted to the situation differently. Penny and Rob didn't use the thing much, after the first flurry of wishes. Paul and Scott wished themselves fitter, and made sure that women would lust after them. We didn't see them too much after that. They were always out at expensive bars, driving flashy cars, picking up an endless string of one-night stands. I mostly got bored. I've never been a partier, and there's only so much TV you can watch. I spent all my time in my old office job wishing I didn't have to do it to survive, but I found it hard to fill the hours. That is, I couldn't fill the hours until I had that dream. In the dream, I was female. I didn't remember anything else about it when I woke up, but my dick was rock hard. Slipping out of bed without waking Penny, I went downstairs to where we kept the thing and made a few little wishes. Just minor changes. A little less body hair and puffy nipples. I didn't want to go any further, but those little changes gave me an orgasm I couldn't believe when I jerked off. And that was it. Sex with Penny, which had been pretty great since we'd found the Monkey's Paw, dropped off to almost nothing. Even when I did it with her, I was thinking more about MY body than hers. Masturbation was much more fulfilling. And every few days, I'd sneak down in the middle of the night, or while everyone was out of the house, and make some more changes. In the heat of my arousal, I wouldn't be able to help myself, but afterwards I'd feel embarrassed about it. When Penny finally noticed, I told myself I'd stop. That I'd change back. But I didn't. The thought of my body, slowly changing, made me too horny. It was a sexual thing, but I found that in the absence of any other real responsibilities, I was a slave to my dick. That was where I was. Several times a day, I'd slip away into a bathroom or an out-of-the-way bedroom to satisfy my cock's demands for attention. Every few days I'd feminize myself a fraction more, becoming more androgynous. Penny was angry, and I wanted to make her happy, but my cock had other ideas. As I exited the shower, I saw my naked body in the mirror. Thin, slightly curved. Tiny breasts. Hairless, except for the sprinkling of hair at the base of my cock. I felt my dick start to harden, then looked quickly away. I wasn't trying to think of that. Looking at my naked body, at how I'd changed, only made me horny. Trying to drag my attention away from my body even as I dressed, I made myself presentable and wandered downstairs for breakfast, trying to ignore my semi-hard dick. Rob was the only one in the kitchen area when I got there. I nodded good morning at him as I went about getting some yogurt to eat, trying to act nonchalant. It was at the top of my mind, as it had been since I started to change, that he had no idea what was going on. I'd meet my other friends (or Penny, before she had noticed) after I'd changed, or right after I'd jerked off in some private corner of the house, and I'd be aware that they had no idea I'd just stroked myself to orgasm while thinking about myself as a girl. We'd talk like it was old times, and they'd have no idea that I had tiny, budding breasts under my shirt. Then I saw Rob's eyes as I was eating my yogurt. They weren't on my face. They were focused directly on my chest. My face reddened. "She told you," I said. "Huh?" he sputtered, looking up at my face. He realized he was caught. Was this what women felt like when guys looked at their tits? My cock hardened a bit in my shorts. "Penny. She told you." "Uh, yeah she did," Rob admitted sheepishly, running his hand through his hair as he quickly regained his composure. "You want to talk about it?" "Not really," I muttered. My face was reddening. Why had my girlfriend told another guy what I was doing? Now he knew. He knew what I was doing to myself. "You know, it's bothering her," he started, and I could see I wasn't going to be able to avoid this conversation. "She feels like... She feels betrayed, I guess." "Why should she?" I blurted out, covering up my embarrassment with anger. "I haven't cheated on her." "Well, she feels like she should be good enough for you. Like you shouldn't need any other... kinks to get off. Especially after..." he trailed off. "After what?" "You really don't remember?" He looked at me, obviously not believing. "Remember what?" I asked. "What she looked like, before?" I responded with puzzled silence. "I don't know how to tell you this, uh, man," he fumbled, seeming unsure of the description, "but after we found that thing, she used it to change herself. To make herself, uh... better looking. And I think she used it to make you forget that she'd ever looked any different. So then, she turns herself into your dream girl, and you, uh... Well, you know. You're sort of turning yourself into the same thing. I think any girl would be pretty upset if her boyfriend started turning himself into a girl, but after she'd tried to do that for you..." "I'm NOT turning myself into a girl," I asserted. "It's just that this... I mean, it FEELS good. I'm not going to go all the way with it. I'll turn myself back, eventually." "Really?" Rob asked. "Because you haven't yet. Once Penny mentioned it to me, I could totally see what she was talking about. I don't think you'll have to go much farther before it'll be obvious to Paul and Scott, too. You're really starting not to look like yourself." "It's just..." I trailed off. I was filled up with conflicting emotions. My face was red, with anger and embarrassment. I didn't want to talk about this, about what I was doing to myself. At the same time, though, I realized that my cock was rock hard. I moved behind the kitchen island so that it wouldn't be obvious to Rob, but it was turning me on to talk about this. To admit to someone what I was doing to myself. "It feels so GOOD," I finished lamely. "Yeah, but where does it end?" said Rob. "If you weren't changing yourself into a girl, if you were just exploring a bit, you'd have turned yourself back when you were, uh, done. Right? But you didn't. You kept going, changing yourself more. Even when Penny caught you, you didn't go back. If you're not changing yourself into a girl, what ARE you doing?" I didn't have an answer for that. "Just think about it, dude," Rob said. "I don't know if it's a good thing to be able to get anything you want. Didn't you ever read that 'Monkey's Paw' story? That was what I was referring to. Hell, that's what you call the thing! Haven't you noticed that I haven't used it since we first found it? Neither has Penny, I'm pretty sure. I think it might be dangerous to go too far." I thought about what he was saying, but at the same time there was my hard cock in my shorts. I'd managed to shift around and get it pointed straight up, under my waistband, so that it wasn't so obvious, but it was there, and it was telling me that there was no way I'd ever be able to give up changing myself with the Monkey's Paw. It wasn't even really the way my body felt (though it felt GREAT to play with my tiny breasts and my growing nipples), but the fact that I knew I was changing myself. "Think about it, man," Rob said, as he left the room. I did think about it. I wanted to consider what he said so, rather than finding a quiet spot and relieving my erect cock, I found some shoes and made my way to the front door, letting myself out to go for a walk. I'm not sure how long I walked. I was gone most of the day. The neighborhood where we lived now wasn't very familiar to me, or any of us, since we hadn't been that rich before we found the Monkey's Paw. It was like most other ritzy neighborhoods, I think. There were big houses full of people who didn't talk to each other, so I was able to have a long, private walk while I thought about my situation. There were also curved streets that wound around and around instead of going straight, so that I managed to get lost several times and didn't make it back to our house until it was nearly dark. All the time I was walking, I was thinking. Thinking about what Rob had said to me, about what I was doing to myself, and about how Penny must feel about it. It changed things, somehow, that she'd changed the way she looked so as to be more attractive to me. I tried to remember how she'd looked before, but I couldn't. As far as I knew, she'd always looked the same. But I realized that she'd seemed to be more confident, more assertive, since we found the Monkey's Paw in the woods. It made sense that maybe that had happened because she felt more attractive. I'm sure she didn't mind the way she looked now. I've never known a woman that didn't wish she was prettier. But the fact that she had, at least partly, done it to make me happy made me feel even guiltier. Ignoring her and doing this to myself, making myself closer to female, must have been like a slap in the face to her after she tried to be good to me. It was true that I wasn't doing it on purpose, and that she had been the one to make it so that I didn't know that I had anything in particular to be so grateful to her for, but still, I felt like I'd betrayed her. But every time I thought of going home and changing myself back to my old self, of undoing all the minor changes I'd made to my body over the past months, I thought about how it felt. How it felt to feel my chest swelling as my tiny, budding breasts swelled slightly larger. How it felt to make myself smaller, shorter. I'd done it each time in tiny increments, so small that they weren't noticeable, but I KNEW, each time, that I was smaller, and it made my cock rock-hard in my hand when I was stroking it. As I walked, I thought of all the little curves I'd added to myself. Of how I'd made my limbs thinner and more feminine. Hairless. How I'd reshaped my face, making it more androgynous. Almost pretty. Each time I thought of the changes, I found it hard to walk. My cock, again, would stiffen in my pants and I'd have to reach down, surreptitiously if there was anyone around or a car passing, and adjust it so that it wasn't sticking straight out in front of me. It made me so hard, so horny, to think of what I'd been doing to myself. But then I'd think of Penny, and feel guilty again. There's nothing quite so humiliating as feeling horny and guilty at the same time, but my dick just didn't seem to be getting the message that my brain was sending. I went on like this, back and forth. Torturing myself over how I'd failed Penny, and then getting all worked up about how much I'd enjoyed it while I was doing it, which just made it more torturous. Each time I'd decide to quit, to turn back into my old self and forget changing myself again, I'd think about the changes I'd made and feel so desperate that I couldn't give that marvelous feeling up. Finally, it struck me that I had an option I hadn't thought of before. I'd never thought of changing someone's mind before, but if what Rob told me was true, it had been done to me. Penny had made me forget how she'd looked before she improved her appearance. If it could do that, why couldn't it get rid of the traitorous part of my mind that got off on feminization? I could change back to my old self, but to an old self who wouldn't WANT to be anything else. I wouldn't miss the orgasms I got from changing myself, because I wouldn't want to. I wouldn't get off on that sort of thing anymore. I felt like a junkie that's found a cure for his addiction. I started home, though this wasn't as easy as it might have been because this idea occurred to me during one of the times that I'd managed to get lost. When I found my way back to our front door, it was nearly dark. Creeping through the darkened house made me think of all the times I'd done that lately, to use the Monkey's Paw to make myself more feminine. My cock stirred in my pants at the thought, but that didn't bother me so much anymore. It was something I was going to get rid of. I made my way to the room I shared with Penny. Before I turned myself back, getting rid of my traitorous desires, I wanted to tell her about it. I wanted to let her know that I was sorry, and that I'd be better in the future. The door creaked as I opened it. I froze, but the creaking didn't stop. Easing the door open, I peeked through the crack. The rhythmic creaking was coming from the bed. There, on our bed, Penny was having sex. The sheets were disheveled, and I could see her perfect, naked body splayed out on the bed. Her legs were spread, and her hips were bucking as she was fucked. She was moaning. She was very obviously enjoying herself. There, between my girlfriend's legs, was Rob. I'd like to say that I shut the door and left, but I didn't. I stood there and watched. I'd like to say that it wasn't because I enjoyed it, and it's true that I WAS torturing myself by watching Rob fuck my girlfriend. I saw her meeting his every thrust into her wet pussy. I saw her hips rotate to maximize his penetration. I saw him cup one of her full, heaving breasts. I heard her moan, and the moan caught in her throat as a hill of ecstasy was crested. I knew that he was more of a man than I was, that she was probably thinking at that moment how much more of a man he was, and it felt like a knife in my stomach. But at the same time, it turned me on. Even that made me feel worse. How sick did I have to be that I was turned on by watching another guy fuck my girlfriend better than I could? Hell, I wasn't even sure when we'd last had sex. Since I'd started using the Monkey's Paw to change myself, sex with Penny hadn't been my top priority. And there Rob was, thrusting into her, his cock sliding into her pussy. She was moaning in pleasure. Had I ever made her moan like that? I couldn't remember it. And here I was. Androgynous. Half man, half woman, peeking in on them from the hallway as he fucked her. My cock hard between my legs as I watched another man fuck my girlfriend. I could feel my rigid dick throb with every thrust into her, with every moan. With every proof that I wasn't man enough for her, that she liked getting fucked by a real man, by a man who didn't have tits on his chest. A man who didn't jerk off thinking about having big, rounded tits and a wet pussy. I heard Penny's moans rise to an orgasmic level as I turned from the door, and Rob's grunting suggested he wasn't far behind her. I headed downstairs, on a beeline for the Monkey's Paw. All I was thinking about was making myself a man, like I'd been before. More of a man. A man without any of the weaknesses I had, without the desire to be anything but a man. I could make Penny forget, like she'd made me forget. I could make her think that I'd always been that way. She'd wonder what she'd ever seen in Rob when she had a man like me around. I'd be the one making her moan and shriek. I'd be the one enjoying it. I fumbled at the box, and the oddly shaped thing was in my hand. It seemed round to my eyes, but in my hands it was sharp, stabbing. I felt the oily surface, and started to wish. But what I wished wasn't what I had planned. The image that leaped unasked for into my head wasn't of me as a strong, masculine man. As a paragon of manhood. In fact, it was the opposite. I saw myself shrinking. Not instantaneously, but much more than before. Going much further. In my mind, I saw myself losing inches of height, not the fractions that I'd made myself shrink before. I saw myself becoming tiny, petite. I saw my body changing more. Not minor changes that wouldn't be noticed. Major changes that couldn't escape attention. My skin, becoming softer and smoother. Hands and feet shrinking. Limbs shortening as I became shorter, curves increasing. Softer. More feminine. Younger. I saw my face, shifting. Becoming feminine. Cute. A smoldering gaze, with sexy, hungry eyes. Hair lengthening and becoming lighter, reddish. In my mind, my hips widened. Slowly, they became more rounded. Perfect and feminine. My ass softened, grew, became curved and sexy. My waist thinned, and my stomach became smooth and toned. I saw the last of my pubic hair falling away. I imagined my dick shrinking. Smaller and smaller, I watched it dwindle away in my mind. I didn't think there would be any pain. It would just become smaller, but it would be hard as a rock all the time because I'd KNOW it was shrinking. Five inches long. Three inches. Tiny, and thin in proportion. Two inches, still hard, straining at the skin, but tiny and becoming even tinier. An inch, then less. And finally, it would disappear completely. I'd feel it pull up into my abdomen, and there between my legs I'd have a tight, perfect pussy. I'd watch my chest, growing outward. That was the thing that had always turned me on the most, made me cum the hardest. Each time before, I'd had to strain to stop myself from making my tits bigger, from making them noticeable. This time, I saw them swelling larger and larger. First they'd grow a bit from the tiny ones I had, but they wouldn't stop. They'd be rounded, soft, but still growing. I saw my chest with tits the size of tennis balls, with hard nipples crowning them. I saw them swell in my imagination to the size of baseballs, then softballs. I saw them inflate to the size of grapefruit, and I saw the look of arousal that would be on my face. Then larger. I saw my hands fondle them, running over my huge, soft breasts. Teasing my nipples. Lifting them up so that I could suck on them. Letting them fall and settle again onto my chest. I dropped the ball. It fell with a clunk back into the box, and the lid slammed shut. All at once it seemed more silent than it had before, as if a loud, continuous noise had just shut off. I looked down at myself. I was unchanged, but I knew that the change was coming. The wish had been made. I'd been thinking of it as slow the whole time, and it would be slow, but it was coming. I could have reversed it. I could have opened up the box and made the wish I had intended, but I didn't want to. Suddenly, feeling my cock so hard that it felt like it was going to burst, I wanted to feel all the changes I'd wished for. I wanted to know what it was like to feel my entire body remolding itself into a sexy, female form. I wanted to go through with it. Feeling the changes working slowly on me, I wandered off to one of the spare bedrooms to see what would happen. The room I found myself in had a giant mirror on the triple sliding door of the closet, nearly floor to ceiling. Looking in it, I could see myself from head to toe. I stripped off my clothing and stood naked in front of the mirror. Already, I could see some changes. My arms and legs were a bit thinner, and my body was a bit curvier. My hair was shaggy, and seemed lighter. The flesh of my tits seemed to be a bit thicker on my chest. At the sight of myself, I felt my already stiff cock get even harder. It was pointing up from my crotch at more than a forty-five degree angle. I looked down at it. Was it my imagination, or was it already smaller? Either way, it would soon be gone. I felt another twitch from my dick at the thought. My dick gets hard when I realize I soon won't have a dick, I thought. I felt a twinge of the embarrassment I would have felt before, but I was much too horny, looking forward to what was happening to me, for it to make much of an impression. I staggered backwards to sit down on the bed, my eyes still focused on my changing body in the mirror. I didn't want to miss a bit of my gradual change from my still-mostly-male self into the hot female body I knew I'd soon have. I felt shorter, now. My face was changing. My jawline and my brow became less prominent while my nose shrank and my lips became fuller. My eyes seemed to grow. At the same time, the changes in my body continued apace. I had very noticeable breasts, now. I cupped them, and they almost filled my hands. My palms slid across my nipples, and I was surprised how much more sensitive they were. My fingers rolled my nipples under them, rubbing the little buds of pleasure. Fondling my growing breasts, I could feel my cock demanding attention. I slid my gaze in the mirror down from my breast-play, along the curve in at my waist and the corresponding curve out at my feminine hips, to see the dick that was still jutting from between my legs. All hair had disappeared from it. Even the sparse growth that I'd had there earlier was gone, and my cock was completely hairless. It was standing fully erect, straining with my intense arousal, but it seemed only half the size it had been before. It needed attention. One of my hands slid down from my sexy breasts, and I felt my slim, feminine fingers close around my cock. It felt fantastic. The kick, the arousal that I had gotten from the minor, unnoticeable changes I'd made in the past were nothing compared to how horny it made me and how GOOD it felt to stroke my cock, knowing that I'd gone all the way. Soon, I'd be fully female. Huge, round breasts would jut from my chest, and my cock would be gone, replaced by a dripping cunt. As my hand closed around my shrinking cock, I saw the face in the mirror moan, the mouth opening in an "O" of surprise and pleasure. It didn't seem like my face anymore. Long, reddish hair framed it, hanging down past my shoulders. The eyes were wide and blue, but with an unbridled heat that couldn't be satisfied. The nose was upturned and cute, with a few freckles sprinkled across it. The mouth was wide and expressive, with full lips. That mouth looked as if it wouldn't be satisfied unless it was wrapped around a hard, thrusting cock. Where had that thought come from, I wondered. I'd never thought before about having sex as a woman; I'd only focused on my own body. The thought of myself changing into a girl had been the fuel for all my fantasies, but I'd focused on that alone. My attention was drawn back to the changes happening in the mirror. They seemed to be coming faster, now. There was little left of the old me. My body was compact and slim, but with curved, sexy hips. I stood, still stroking my cock and tits, and turned around, tossing my long hair out of the way and looking over my shoulder to see my rounded, sexy ass in the mirror. I arched my back, sticking my ass out, and grinned sexily at the mirror. I felt my cock spurt cum into my hand, but only a little, and I certainly wasn't slowing down. I was still horny. As I sat again, my eyes lowered to my cock, or what was left of it. It was tiny. I was stroking it now with two fingers and a thumb, unable to wrap my whole hand around its tiny length. It felt fantastic, but I knew that part of that was just because it was so small, almost gone. My breasts heaved with my quick, short breaths. Hard, tight nipples topped them. The breasts were big and round, bigger than Penny's already and still growing. Penny had D-cups, so that made them quite large already, especially on my diminutive frame. I was tiny. I'd always liked that Penny was small, only five foot three inches, but I had to be even smaller than her now. My changes seemed to be slowing, now. My body seemed totally female. My arms and legs were slim and feminine, my hips were curved and my waist narrow. My shoulders had become thinner, and my face was far from the masculine one I'd had before. Everything seemed to be done, except for my tits and my tiny cock. It was so small now that I wasn't stroking it any more. I was rubbing it, like I'd rubbed Penny's clit back when I still had sex with her. Two fingers rotated over my miniscule cock while my other hand fondled and stroked my tits, their rounded mass overflowing my tiny female hand. I stroked from the outside in, feeling my hand brush my nipples at the end of each stroke and hearing the gasp of pleasure that escaped my lips each time. I alternated from breast to breast, letting each one rest and feeling the pleasure as if for the first time when I came back to it. My cock was gone, now. All that was left of it was a tiny nub between my legs. I spread them, so as to see better. My rounded ass cheeks made me smile, as female and sexy as they were. I thought of how they'd look to men, covered only by a sexy bikini or peeking out from under a short skirt. Again, I couldn't believe I was thinking that way, but it only made me hotter. Between my spread thighs, I saw my hand rubbing away. I spread my legs farther as I started to see something happening. Below what was left of my cock, a line started to form. It was only a depression at first, like a shallow valley down between my legs, but it got deeper as I watched. I felt it, growing into me, like my cock in reverse. It was thin and tight, one line, without extruding pussy lips. Just a tight mound, parted slightly at the top where my fingers were now rubbing what had become my hardened clit. I slid two fingers down my slit and plunged them into my brand-new pussy. Feeling my huge breasts give their final swell in my hand, I reached a shattering orgasm as I realized that I was finally female. I must have been a man on some level, still, because I still had a man's tendency to fall asleep after sex. Coming down from that peak, that fantastic orgasm, I slid lower and lower into myself. Wriggling up the bed and under the covers, I felt myself slipping away. I'd been through too much. My discussions with Rob and Penny, my decision to turn back into a man, my discovery of the two of them together, and finally the rash, impulsive change into a complete woman. All together, and with the mind-bending orgasm that had capped the day, it was too much for me. I slipped into oblivion. The next morning, however, was a different story. I woke up to the feeling that something was different. Like most of my mornings since I hadn't had to work, though, I woke up so slowly that I wasn't immediately aware of what it was. The sun was shining into the room, but there were thin drapes over the windows that made it a welcome illumination rather than a resented, harsh light. I shifted under the covers. That felt good against my skin, better than usual, so I did it again. My chest felt weird, and that's what made me actually open my eyes and look. I'm surprised it was my tits, actually. You'd think that no longer having a cock between my legs would have been the more noticeable change, but the shifting of my tits was the sensation I noticed first. It could have been the sheer size of my tits that made them so obvious, since as I sat up slightly in the bed and turned my incredulous stare down onto my chest, I realized how overboard I had gone with my breasts. I like tits. When I was a man, I liked them, and even as a woman they still turn me on. I like big tits, but not many women would have voluntarily given themselves breasts the size I now had. Penny's D-cups were big, but mine put hers to shame. I gazed down at the mounds on my chest, my eyes open wide in shock. I slid my hands up my sides to hold my breasts, feeling them overflow my tiny female hands. They shook as I moved, rising up on my elbows and kicking the covers away to see the rest of my body. That was the fist time I actually noticed that my cock was gone, and that in its place I had a tight, hairless pussy. At that point, all the minor sensations that I hadn't noticed, distracted as I'd been by the discovery that my chest had swollen outward into a pair of fat, sexy tits, suddenly rushed in on me. I could feel my long hair around my shoulders, tickling my back and the sides of my face. My arms and legs felt weird. The proportions were different; my shoulders were narrower and my hips wider, and my limbs a different length than I was used to. My ass was more padded, and felt bigger. It was actually a bit smaller, since I was much smaller overall, but it felt like I had more of it, against the smooth sheets. And when I moved, there was no dick between my legs. I pressed them close together, and there was nothing in between. This was my fantasy. This was what I'd been thinking of, each time I masturbated or during the infrequent times when I had sex with Penny, ever since the day months ago when I'd had that dream of femininity and started changing my body. Before, I'd only done little things. I'd feared to go too far. But when fondling my still-mostly-male body, running my hands over the tiny tits I'd had until last night, this was the body I was thinking of. These huge tits were the ones I saw in my mind's eye. Now they were real, hanging off my chest, bobbing slightly as my breath quickened. Suddenly having the masturbation fantasy of the last few months staring at me in the mirror had my nipples hard and my pussy wet and flowing, but I wanted to see myself. I stood, full length, in front of the mirror. The girl that stared back at me from the glass was amazing. Long, reddish hair framing a cute, impish face. Slender neck and narrow shoulders, with huge, rounded breasts flaring out. A narrow ribcage and waist, and a much less pronounced flare of hips, and then long, shapely legs leading down to the floor. My whole body, without a blemish or hair. My tight pussy was just a slit between my legs, a mound. The look on my face was surprise, curiosity, and desire mixed. I couldn't believe I'd done this to myself. I couldn't believe I'd made myself a girl. I couldn't take it any more. I slid back into bed, feeling my huge breasts shift as I went from standing to reclining again. My hand was between my legs immediately, rubbing, sliding over the slippery slit of my cunt. Fingers were inside me, probing. Thrusting into me, fingering my pussy. My thumb found my clit as I slid two fingers inside myself, then three. The pussy walls were tight around my fingers, but it felt so good to feel my cunt stretch, to feel the tight confines admit my fingers, to feel my pussy being forced open and fucked by my hand. At the same time, my other hand caressed the soft jello of my giant tits. My nipples were tight and hard, my areolas bunched up in arousal. I slid my hands over them and pulled on them, letting them go and watching my tits jiggle and settle back onto my chest. I stroked my hand over them, feeling the curve where they rose off my ribcage. I explored my breasts while my fingers thrust deeper and deeper into my wet, hairless pussy. My moans shifted into surprised-sounding gasps as I neared my orgasm. I was surprised to hear how I sounded, how female. The grunts I had made when I felt a male orgasm coming on were nothing like this. My fingers were deep inside me now, filling my elastic pussy, and my thumb was working furiously at my distended clit. I caught a glimpse of my face in the mirror, my female mouth again in an "O" of ecstasy, and then my attention was back on my tits and pussy. Masturbating furiously, I felt the climax wash over me. My eyes squeezed shut with the force of it, and my entire body went taut like a rubber band, then collapsed onto the bed. My hips bucked weakly in aftershocks, my fingers still deep in my pussy, as the orgasm slowly subsided. As I got up from the bed, I could see in the mirror that I was a disheveled mess. In the shower, I performed some more absent-minded exploration of my body, but more of my attention was on deciding what I was going to do now. Turning myself back to a man, as I'd intended to do yesterday, was still an option. It was daytime, and I'd always done most of my self-transformation at night, when I wasn't likely to run into any of the others, but I could always change their minds so that they wouldn't remember anything. But did I really want that? Did I really want to go back to the way things were, go back to Penny, after she'd cheated on me with Rob? Sure, I could cause myself to forget it at the same time I wiped it from their minds, but was that what I wanted? The orgasm I'd just had, earth-shattering as it was, was certainly figuring into my judgment. So was the fact that I was experiencing, for the first time, the fantasy I'd been jerking off to for months. I was female. I was a hot, sexy, big-titted girl. Just looking down and seeing huge breasts on my chest and a pussy between my legs made me horny. The thought of the others, though, gave me pause. Could I really let them see me like this? As horny as it made me, I was quite aware how strange I'd seem to them. Could I handle the embarrassment? But then again, could they? How uncomfortable would it make Rob and Penny to see me like this? How would Penny feel when Rob's gaze was torn from her impressive body to my even-sexier form? If Penny and I were broken up now, as seemed obvious, then it was time for me to parade around with somebody else to rub her face in it. How much more unnerving would it be for her if the rebound fuck I replaced her with was a man? How would it bother her to think of me at night, naked on my back, my legs spread with a hot, thrusting dick inside me, fucking my pussy, while a hungry male mouth slobbered over my huge, sexy titties? Again, I was surprised at the images that leapt into my brain. I was fighting it less now, though. I was even enjoying the picture I had painted inside my head a bit. I wasn't sure if I was ready to get fucked yet, but I was certainly thinking about it, and I had pretty much made up my mind to stay female for a while, to see if it was as good as I had imagined and to mess with Penny. I'd need some clothes that fit my new form, though, so I dressed hurriedly in what I'd worn the day before, my male clothes hanging on my much-smaller female form like a scarecrow, and went quickly downstairs to wish up a new wardrobe. In the last few days, I'd used the Monkey's Paw more than I had, I think, since we found it. I hadn't actually used it that many times to make myself more female. I'd do a bit, and that would hold me for a week or more before I'd do it again. The thought of it was enough to make me cum nice and hard from masturbation in between. That and looking at my changed body in the mirror. Once I was used to the tiny changes I'd made, that was time to change again. I didn't want to do it too often, since I was trying to avoid the possibility of anyone noticing what I was doing. That is, I HAD been trying to avoid notice. Now, in my totally female body with my huge, sexy titties, I suppose I was planning on rubbing the changes in everyone's faces. The thing felt smooth and oblong in my hand this time, though it looked like a perfect cube to my eyes. I wished up some clothes that would fit my new body. An entire wardrobe of female clothing. As I looked down at myself, and thought of the way I wanted to make my female-ness painfully obvious to Penny and Rob, I thought of more and more revealing clothing. Tiny, low-cut tops. Short skirts. Tight shorts that would ride up and reveal the bottoms of my ass cheeks. Tiny thongs that would barely cover my hairless slit. All these things, I knew, were appearing in the closet of the room I'd slept in last night. Since I'd clearly not be sharing a room with Penny anymore, I supposed that would be my room now. I certainly had enjoyed looking at my body in the mirror last night. Having provided a wardrobe in my room, I turned my attention to what I was currently wearing. My baggy shorts that fit fine on my old male body were so oversized on my new female body that I had to hold them up with one hand, and they reached well past my knees. The shirt hung down like a dress. I was swimming in it, and the short sleeves hung past my elbows, tiny girl that I now was. That wasn't what I had in mind at all. As I watched, with the Monkey's Paw held in my hand, my clothes re-formed, melting and flowing over my body. Panties formed. They were tight up against my crotch, not hanging loose like my old boxer shorts had. They were also tiny, just a scrap of sheer black fabric in the front, a few inches square, that covered my hairless slit but only extended a centimeter or so above it and was so sheer and thin that you could see the cleft of my pussy clearly through it. That scrap of cloth, only a couple inches wide at the widest, quickly narrowed as it went down over my slit, becoming a g- string back that nestled between my ass cheeks and rode low on my sexy girlish hips. A bra grew next. Of necessity, it was more substantial than my panties, since it had to hold up the very substantial weight of my fat titties, but it was still very revealing. It lifted my big breasts, constricting them and pressing them together, creating deep, cavernous cleavage on my chest. I could feel it pressing them against my ribs; I could feel the tension my heavy tits created on the straps that bore down on my shoulders and across my back. I adjusted it upward, pressing my big titties together and seeing how they jutted out in front of me now. A tiny skirt formed now, hugging my hips tightly. It was only a few inches wide, riding low in front and so low in back that it would be easy to see the beginning of the incurving space at the top of my ass crack. It barely came down far enough to cover the bottoms of my ass cheeks. If I bent over at all, I'd be exposing my g-string-split ass for all the world to see. The low-cut top appeared next, barely covering my breasts. I wanted them to be impossible to miss, which wasn't exactly a tall order considering their immense size, but that top made them even more noticeable. I was bursting out of it on top, and it barely came down far enough in front to cover the bottoms of my tits. My midriff was completely bare. I gave myself calf-high white hooker boots to contrast with the black of the rest of my outfit, and added earrings and some jewelry. I was less interested in the female clothes and accessories than I was in my very female body. The clothes had always been something I wasn't particularly interested in, actually. What had turned me on was the thought of BEING female, of having a female body. The clothes were only an afterthought, and the only thing that caused me to bother with them at all (apart from the fact that I couldn't really walk around naked) was my desire to flaunt my womanhood in front of Penny and Rob. I took one last look at myself before putting the Monkey's Paw away. Looking down at my tits, I thought that they could be bursting out of my bra and top a little more. Instead of making the clothes tighter, I made my already huge tits slightly bigger, and saw the tension in my top and bra as they strained a bit tighter to contain my immense mammaries. Satisfied, I headed for the kitchen, hoping to catch Rob and Penny there. I was in luck. I found them together in the kitchen, putting breakfast together. They were at opposite ends of the kitchen island, but the awkward looks on their faces suggested that they'd been much closer together before they'd heard someone approaching, and had quickly separated. The awkward looks on their faces when I walked in, though, were nothing in comparison to the looks of surprise, shock, and dawning understanding that crossed their faces when they saw me. I would have thought that they'd assume I was some girl that Scott or Paul had picked up the night before and fucked all night, but neither seemed to jump to that conclusion. Perhaps because both knew the direction I had been going, and both had talked to me about it the day before, each of them seemed to intuitively realize who I was and what I'd done to myself. "Danny, is that... Is that you?" Penny stammered. "What do you think?" I smirked, leaning forward to rest my elbows on the island that was between us. I didn't have to lean forward nearly as far as I would have yesterday, but the action pressed my tits together, emphasizing my cleavage effectively and making sure their eyes were drawn straight to it. "Oh my god," Rob muttered under his breath. "You... You..." Penny attempted. "Turned myself into a girl?" I suggested. This was better than I had expected. Both of them were flabbergasted, and I felt more confident than I'd expected. There was embarrassment there too, but it was like I'd forced it down and screwed up my courage to flaunt myself, to wave my pretty ass and my big tits under their noses. I'd found my confidence and was ready to go through with it. And, truth be told, the deep streak of embarrassment I felt was, perversely, making my little pussy wet in my g-string. I marveled at how sick I was, even as I went on. "Yeah, I thought about doing it the other way. I was all set to turn myself back into your boyfriend, and I was coming upstairs to tell you when I saw that the position had already been filled." Both of them turned white at this. Clearly, they'd been too intent on fucking to notice me peeking in on them last night. "Since there didn't seem to be any reason for me to stay a man, and since I was getting off on being more female anyway, it seemed like a good time to take it a bit further," I said, running my hands up and down my sides. "These things," I indicated my massive titties, lifting them and then letting them jiggle and settle back onto my chest, "are so great. I can't keep my hands off them. But the whole package is pretty good, too," I continued, running my hands down along my sides and then across my belly to caress my inner thighs. Rob and Penny were clearly speechless. I stood there in front of them, sliding my hands over my very female body like some sort of cheap stripper, putting on a show. In my mind, I could see the picture I was making, and one part of me wanted to die from embarrassment, but another was getting off on it. Getting off on how aggressively female I was, how sexualized I had become. I would have thought the power of being sexy, being desirable, would only work on men, but Penny seemed to be reacting quite as much, in a very different way. "I may not have been enough for you, Penny," I smirked as I continued to fondle myself. "I might not have been enough of a man for you, but you weren't enough for me, either. As hot as you were, I just kept making myself more female. You wanted a man to fuck you, but what I wanted was this. And if it wasn't for you, I'd probably have done it a lot earlier." This needling would probably have gone on, if Paul hadn't happened to walk into the kitchen at that moment, wearing just a pair of boxer shorts and holding his hand against his head. "Oh, my. What a fucking hangover," he moaned, rubbing his temple. My attention, though, wasn't there. Nor was it on Rob and Penny any longer. I couldn't take my eyes off Paul's body. He'd done the same thing to himself that I'd done: he'd given himself a sexually perfect body. The only difference was that his was male. I'd been aware of that ever since we'd started living here, and I could have acknowledged, the day before, that Paul was now an extremely good-looking guy, but it didn't really mean much to me. Now, however, I couldn't take my eyes off him. I felt my breath quicken and my nipples erect in my bra. My pussy was already wet, but suddenly it felt EMPTY. I wanted something in it. I wanted to be filled. "Whoa!" he exclaimed as he looked up and saw me for the first time. "What's this? One of Scott's girls? Where were you when I was at the club last night?" I felt like I couldn't control my body. I melted up against him, pressing my immense breasts against his lower ribs, and leaned back my head to look up at him, saying, "I was here all the time. Waiting for you." The sight of me acting like such an eager slut seemed to snap Penny and Rob out of their paralysis. "Danny, don't!" she said. "Dan, remember! Both Scott and Paul wished to be irresistible to women. The only one they left out of that was Penny! What you're doing now, it's part of their wishes. The device is doing this to you," Rob explained. "Fuck that, this is what I wanted," I murmured. Paul looked down at me quizzically, with puzzlement mixed with his hangover. "Danny?" he asked. "This is Danny?" "Yes!" Penny exclaimed, her face twisted with derision. "He's been doing this for months, the little pervert. A little bit at a time. Last night, he walked in on Rob giving me the attention that he couldn't any more, and he decided to finish the process." "It's me," I said softly, my voice wet with desire. "Though I suppose it's Danielle now, not Danny." I wrapped my arms around Paul, gripping his ass and pressing his semi-hard cock into my abdomen. "And... you're all girl, now?" asked Paul, searchingly. "From head to toe," I answered. "Take me upstairs, and I'll show you how much." Paul looked from me to Rob to Penny, and then his gaze went down below my face, to where my big titties where pressed together and mashed against his chest, six inches of cleavage clearly visible. "Come on," he said. Penny and Rob were shocked. Clearly, they couldn't comprehend why Paul would be willing to fuck me, knowing full well that I was really a guy. Paul, though, had never been nearly as concerned with what was INSIDE a girl as with what she had on the OUTSIDE. All the girls he brought home and fucked raw were the same to him. He probably didn't remember their names by the time he had them in bed. It wasn't much more than masturbation for him; he wasn't interested at all in who they were. All he cared about was whether they were hot pieces of ass. All this was going through my head as I accompanied him upstairs, rubbing against him, pressing my tits into him awkwardly as we walked, and generally trying to fuck him before we actually got to the room and started fucking. I was hot and horny for him, and some of it probably had to do with the fact that he'd made himself supernaturally attractive to women (and I was now a woman), but only part. Part of it had to do with how I was thinking of myself, now. How I was adjusting to the fact that I was now female. How I liked being a hot piece of ass, in Paul's estimation. Keep in mind, this was my perversion. This was my fantasy. I wanted to be a girl, to be attractive. Where another girl, a real girl, might have been angry or hurt if she had known just how little Paul cared about her personality, how little he wanted to get to know her as a unique individual, I was turned on by it. It validated me. It confirmed everything I'd done to myself in making myself into this sexy, busty slut. It meant my body had the power to turn him on, to overcome even the fact that I was a guy he knew, inside, and he was quite aware of the fact. My big tits, my sexy ass, my hot face were enough that he just didn't care. That made my hairless pussy so wet that I couldn't wait to be fucked in it. I didn't have to wait long. Once we reached Paul's room, he slid his boxers down his legs and stood naked in front of me, his huge, erect cock jutting from his crotch. "Come on, Danielle," he said. "I'm ready for you." But I wasn't sure if I was quite ready for him. Now that I was at the point of doing it, I was scared. I'd never thought it would really go this far. This was my fantasy, yes. All the time I'd been making my mostly-male body incrementally more female, I'd been thinking about having a sexy, completely female body. I'd never expected it to happen in real life, though. I'd never expected to be in the position of actually having sex with a man. That hesitation didn't last long, though. Whether it was my own desire to be fucked by Paul's long, thick monster of a dick or Paul's earlier wish to be irresistible to women, I don't know. All I know is that, where as a man I might have been said to be thinking with my dick, now that I was a woman I was thinking with my pussy. I was wet and hot between the legs, and my nipples were hard and eager to be touched. I wanted to be fucked. Stripping off my top and bra was harder than I would have thought. I'd undressed women before, but this was my first experience undressing myself as a woman, and I wasn't used to the process. I realized that I hadn't even dressed myself; I'd wished these clothes into existence. My tiny skirt was much easier, though. I unzipped it and slid it down, stepping out of it. I wasn't naked yet, being still in my boots and g- string panties, but I was a lot nearer. I looked down at my immense breasts, standing firm and erect from my chest. I was almost amazed that I'd made them so large. Paul seemed amazed, too. He was standing in front of me with his eyes on my tits. They were, of course, certainly the largest he'd ever seen. Even though he seemed dumbstruck, however, his reaction to my giant titties was still quite evident. Standing out from his crotch, his thick hard dick seemed to be even harder. It was jutting upward at more of an angle, shuddering with his heartbeat. I wanted it. I couldn't believe how I was reacting to his dick. It was strange, to see a dick as a body part that made me horny, but I lusted after it. Not for long, though. Almost immediately, I fell to me knees in front of Paul and took his thick cock into my hot wet mouth. My lips had to strain to fit around the thing, and it was nearly too big for me to suck. Paul had improved his body when he had wished for his way with women, and he'd made his dick into a thick, veiny rod that men would envy and women would worship. Squeezing the hard head into my mouth and running my tongue over it, I set out to do exactly that. Paul pulled me toward him as he settled into a sitting position on the end of the bed, and then his hands went to the back of my head, and he pushed his cock into me, fucking my face. I didn't mind. I needed a bit of encouragement to get over my initial embarrassment to find myself eagerly sucking a man's dick. With that little bit of help, though, I was soon engrossed in what I was doing, finding myself to be an eager and excellent cocksucker. I slid his massive head into my mouth and out again, caressing it with my lips, and slid my tongue around the crown of his pole. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick, which was far too long for me to envelop all of it in my mouth, and stroked the shaft while I sucked what I could manage to get into my wet and eager mouth. The taste of it, and the heat of it, engorged with blood, seemed to set up an electric current running straight down to my pussy, so wet inside my panties. I was so horny. Paul moaned and grunted as I sucked greedily at his cock. "Oh, that's so good! I can't believe it's you, Danny, but you make such a hot little girl. And you suck my cock so well! Oh, get it. Suck it down. Get it all in your mouth, bitch!" He clearly wasn't bothered by who I was. Even while he was talking about it, his cock never wilted and his arousal never seemed to flag. Perhaps that had something to do with my hot body or the blowjob I was giving him, but I was grateful for it. I was so hot that he was willing to be sucked off by his male friend in a female body. My body made him so horny that my identity didn't matter. That made my pussy even wetter. Thinking of my body reminded me of my immense breasts, and I moved my hands to stroke and play with them as Paul's cock continued to slide in and out of my hot mouth. I stroked my hands over my titties, twisting the nipples that crowned my heavy orbs. I felt my breath come in gasps as my palms tweaked my nipples to even greater stiffness. My pussy was drenching my g-string as I fondled my own huge tits and kneeled, sucking a hard cock. Paul's breath started to come faster, and his hips started to buck in a manner that I remembered from when I was a man. He was getting close to coming. I moved one of my hands back to his cock, stroking the base while my other hand continued to stroke my tits. I redoubled my efforts on the tip of his dick, bathing it in my saliva, stroking my tongue over it. I knew how it must feel for him, the slightly rough surface of my tongue sliding under the tip of his dick, teasing it, slipping around the head, and then the heat as I plunged as much of his dick as I could manage into my hot, wet mouth. I'd felt it myself. Now, though, it seemed better to give than to receive a blowjob. I was getting off more on being able to do this to a man. My hot body made him want me, and my talented mouth was able to coax an orgasm out of his hard cock. That drove me to new heights of arousal. Paul's hands tightened in my long red hair, and he pulled my head to his crotch, forcing his dick almost too far down my throat. His hips were pumping, and his breath was coming in gasps. I could feel his dick twitching, throbbing in my mouth. He took a breath and held it, and suddenly my mouth was filled with hot, salty cum. The texture seemed strange. It was thicker than I would have thought, and the taste wasn't quite as strong. I swallowed it, but his cock kept pumping into my mouth, filling me with another mouthful of his cum. I swallowed that as well, pulling my head back slightly and stroking his dick gently with my hand, the tip still between my lips, to prolong his orgasm. If Paul had been able to keep his eyes open, I'm sure I would have made quite the picture of the eager little slut, kneeling before him with his cock in my mouth, my eyes focused up on him expectantly, happy to be worshipping his cock. When his orgasm finally subsided, I withdrew, hearing the pop of my lips as they finally relinquished his cock from my mouth. His erection dipped momentarily, but perked up again after I had awkwardly taken off my boots, hopping on one foot as I struggled, when I gracefully slid my panties down to the floor. Stepping out of my discarded g-string, I stood with my legs slightly apart, displaying my brand-new hairless pussy to another person for the first time. The re-hardening of Paul's cock was exactly the reaction I was hoping for. There was no hesitation now. No reluctance or embarrassment. I might have felt slightly exposed, slightly strange about being a girl, about having just given a desperate blowjob to one of my friends who had known me as a man, and about the fact that I was going to let that same friend slide his thick cock up into me, fucking my pussy and taking my female body's virginity. All that was buried deeply, however. It was overruled and made meaningless by my arousal, by my eagerness to feel that cock inside me. Perhaps even by the arousal I derived from the embarrassment, from knowing that Paul was fully aware of who I was and what I had done to myself, that he knew now that I'd had this desire even when I'd been a man, to be a girl, to be a sexy slut, to be fucked. I was acting on it now. I moved toward Paul, pushing him back onto the bed with my immense breasts against his chest. He complied eagerly, which was good because I was much too small to force him. I straddled his body as he lay on the bed, on my hands and knees, my giant titties hanging down so far that they rested on his chest. His cock was thick and erect, lying on his belly, and I eased down so that my pussy's slit rested on it. He wasn't inside me, but I started to move back and forth, sliding my pussy over the length of his dick. It was already drenched with my saliva, mixed with his cum, but I would have slid easily even if it had been bone-dry because of the wetness of my vagina. I was drenched, the pussy-juice extending halfway down my thighs. As I rocked back and forth above him, sliding my twat over his hard-on, I could feel my fat titties swaying. They rested on his chest, but as I began to rock more forcefully I could feel them sliding against his skin, my hard little nipples catching and rubbing against him. I whimpered in my arousal. My hard clit was rubbing up against his dick, and my nipples against his chest. All three of those sources of sexual pleasure were being addressed. It was almost so good that I kept going, moving toward my orgasm like that without ever actually taking his cock into my pussy. But not quite. I wanted his cock in my hot wet hole. I wanted to feel what it felt to have a dick inside me. To be fucked. Reaching down between my legs, I straightened his cock up from his crotch and rubbed it against my female mound, then slid forward, feeling the head of his dick slide over my pubic mound, brush electrifyingly against my clit, and then penetrate my wet cunt. I settled my crotch down into his and his cock filled me completely, my pussy so eager and lubricated that he slid completely into me with no effort at all. I felt so full. I could feel his hot thickness there, inside of me, pressing up into my pussy. It seemed to radiate heat inside my body, a foreign intruder that I was happy to surrender to. I started to roll my hips on top of him, grinding my mound against his pubic bone, straining to get his cock deeper into me. Paul's hips matched my motion, thrusting into my pussy. His hands moved up to my titties and he shifted them onto his face, somewhat awkwardly due to the fact that I was now so much shorter than he was. He smothered himself with my immense tits, licking them and sucking them as eagerly as I had licked and sucked his dick, while his hot and eager cock continued to plow the furrow between my legs. After a wonderful, immeasurable interval of being fucked like that, Paul moved to change positions. His hands slid from my giant breasts, which seemed to ache from their absence, down along my hips to my hot ass, and he moved my left leg so that we could roll, his hard dick still buried in my wet pussy, so that he was on top of me. I was spread-eagled now, a man between my legs, fucking me missionary-style in my eager cunt. Paul's mouth went back to my tits as he arched his back to reach them, and he sucked first one, then the other of my rock-hard nipples, sliding his tongue over my immense titties as he slid from one nipple to the other, traversing the deep valley between them, leaving a trail of cooling saliva between the twin points of my horny nipples. The attention he was paying to my breasts felt great, but I couldn't pay full attention to it, so focused was I on the hard shaft pistoning in and out of me. It was there, between my spread female thighs, that all my notice was directed. Paul's hands were on my soft and rounded ass, pinioning me there, and his thick dick was single-mindedly driving into my wet and eager pussy again and again. This wasn't a slow and sensual fuck. This was a pile-driver. This was all force, plunging in as hard as he could, using his hands on my ass to pull me against him, pull my pussy onto his cock, then sliding out and plunging into me again and again. Paul was fucking me violently, desperately, and I was getting off on it like I'd never done before. His repeated penetration was sending me to heights of ecstasy I'd never reached as a man. Paul flipped me over then, his dick still inside my hot wet pussy, so that he could fuck me from behind. Almost before I knew what was going on, so disoriented had I been at the sensations of being fucked good and hard by a huge hard cock in my wet little cunt, I was on my hands and knees on the bed, being fucked in my tight little pussy from behind. This was a weird situation. My body felt strange. My giant titties were hanging down. It felt weird to have anything hanging from my chest like that. I'd had small tits for months, but these were huge weights, hanging down well past my elbows and jiggling every time Paul drove his thick rod into my hairless twat. I could feel his pubic bone against my soft, rounded ass with every stroke, as I felt his huge dick fill my aching pussy. Then he'd pull almost all the way out of me, and I'd feel an instant of emptiness in my cunt. It would only last for an instant, though, and then he'd ram into me again, filling me full and driving against my ass. His hands were pawing at me, reaching under me to fondle my jiggly tits, sliding down my curved sides to grip my hips and drive his cock more forcefully into my pussy, slapping at my ass, pulling my reddish hair. I felt like such a slut. Being fucked doggy-style was almost demeaning, and it made me so hot to be used for my sexy female body. I could feel Paul's strokes speeding up, becoming more insistent, and I felt my own orgasm approaching. When it came, it blossomed out from my pussy, radiating to my fingertips and the tips of my toes. I felt my hair stand on end as I screamed out loud, pressing my ass back into Paul, rearing backwards as hard as I could, desperate to get more of his cock inside me. At the same time, he grunted, and I could feel his hot cum shooting up into me, filling my pussy. Paul kept his cock inside me for a couple aftershocks, supplementing the load of cum he'd planted in my belly with a few more shots, and then slid backward out of me. I could feel his cock smoothly sliding out of my wet pussy, leaving it empty. Paul seemed about to lie down next to me, but I didn't move except to turn my head around, looking over my shoulder at him. I was surprised to see my feminine back and ass behind me, sweaty with the exertion of the fuck; even after being well screwed as a woman, I still expected to see my old male body. But I wasn't so surprised that I lost track of what I was about to say. "What are you doing? You're not finished yet," I nearly spat at Paul. "What?" he sputtered, bewildered. "I've sucked you off and you've fucked my pussy, but I'm still a virgin in one hole. I want you to fuck me in the ass." Paul had been living the life of a stud since we found the Monkey's Paw, and he certainly confirmed that status on this occasion. He'd already had what had looked and sounded like two very satisfying orgasms, filling my mouth and pussy with loads of his hot cum, but he went to work to fuck me in the ass as well. At first, as his monster cock started to enter me in my back door, I thought he might be too big. His dick was so thick, and my little virgin ass so tight, that I didn't think I'd be able to take him in my back door. But I was so horny, so desperate to feel him fucking my butt, so hot to be penetrated from behind and fucked that way, that I kept pushing back, driving his hard shaft farther up my asshole, even though it ached. My eyes squeezed shut and I whimpered as inch after inch of him slid up into me, but as my ass began to relax, my eyes stopped squeezing shut in pain and started to gape wide in pleasure. The whimpers didn't stop, but now I was whimpering with arousal as I felt a hard cock fuck my female ass for the first time. Paul, for his part, didn't seem to have noticed any reluctance. Once he'd penetrated me completely, he started fucking my ass like he'd fucked my pussy, hard and fast. I loved it. I felt so dirty, so sexy. Like there was nothing to me but sex. My hands, my tits, my mouth, my ass - all these were sexual organs, and their other functions were secondary. My purpose was to be fucked. I felt Paul's hands spreading my ass cheeks as he buttfucked me. I felt his hard cock drive into my back door again and again, sliding into my hole, still very tight even though it had relaxed enough for my pleasure. Paul was grunting at the sensation; I felt like I could feel every vein of his cock as it drove into my tight ass, like I could feel the ridge of the crown of it every time he drew himself almost all the way out and plunged back into me. He was going fast, now. My huge breasts were leaping from my chest, rocking violently back and forth. I was in ecstasy. My orgasm, when it hit, was just the crest of the wave. It was like I'd been orgasming the whole time. Paul's, on the other hand, was a bit easier to tell from the rest of his fucking. His hands on my hips started to pull me back into him, forcing his cock even deeper into my ass, more powerfully and insistently as he grunted and groaned louder. I could tell he was about to come. I knew that feeling, remembered how it had felt as a man when I was almost there and I felt it welling up in me, knowing only a few more strokes would take me over the edge. I liked it better now, luxuriating in the after-effects of my warmer, more all-encompassing female orgasm while I waited for Paul to fill my asshole with his cum. And he did. He pulled me back onto him, seeming almost to split my ass in two with his giant cock, and gave a final, thunderous yell. If Rob and Penny hadn't left the house when Paul and I went off to fuck, they must have heard that. I felt Paul stiffen against my backside as he forced me from my hands and knees onto my belly, squashing my giant breasts beneath me. His cock spasmed in my ass, and I could feel it depositing its hot, wet payload up inside me. I felt Paul shift to my left, totally spent. His softening cock slipped out of my well-fucked asshole as he rolled off of me, and then I shifted my position to see that he'd nearly fallen asleep after the exertion and the pleasure of that last orgasm. As I rolled over, I was amazed at how much pussy juice and cum I had on me. I was covered with it. It had dripped down from my mouth and slathered the area around my hairless pussy and ass. I felt like such a dirty slut, with my own juices and a man's cum spattered on me, but it felt so good to feel that way. I liked it. I liked it so much, in fact, that I didn't even bother to get washed up before I went off to find Scott, and let him fuck me like Paul had. The next few weeks ran together. Paul and Scott fucked me on a daily basis, and sometimes more than once a day. To their credit, they still found time to go out and pick up the occasional other slut to bang, but I think it was more due to habit than anything else. None of them could possibly have a body like mine, and I'm sure none of them had the sheer pleasure in being a debauched, conscienceless whore that I did. Being fucked, being almost degraded by fucking, to the point where it seemed my only purpose was sex. That was what turned me on, and both my former friends were happy to treat me like a worthless slut. I don't mean to suggest that they were the only ones that did, though. I ventured out of the house often enough to find some other guy to fuck me. I'd get myself done up in my most revealing clothes, with my gigantic titties spilling out of a shirt and a tiny skirt that hardly covered the front of my g-string (or my hairless pussy, when I went without panties), and rode up in back so that you could see the bottoms of my ass cheeks. I'd parade around like that in public, feeling every eye on me, locked onto the target. My immense tits, pressed together into cleavage. My huge, hard nipples, poking through the thin material that covered them but did nothing to hide them. My ass, revealed by the shortness of my skirt. My crotch, which was so barely covered that I could see the hope on their faces that a chance gust of wind or a random movement would reveal my soaking panties or my bare, hairless pussy. When I had been a man, I'd never had this sort of exhibitionist streak. Now, however, I couldn't resist the attention my female body received. It wasn't just the hungry, desperate stares I received from men. I also loved the way women looked at me, in disgust at how slutty I was, or in amazement at the size of my tits. Some seemed to be struggling not to stare, revealing a puzzled hunger almost like that of the men. I loved when I'd see a man and woman together, and the man would be trying to drink in the sight of my barely-covered curves furtively, while the woman indignantly tried to catch him doing it. It made my nipples so hard and my cunt so wet just to walk around in public as a huge-breasted, revealingly-dressed woman. To go into stores and lean against a counter to ask the workers a question, feeling my immense tits bulge out of my low-cut shirt in front and my skirt ride up in back, letting the customers behind me see most of my ass and, framed between my perfect thighs, my wet panties peeking through. Sometimes, if I was feeling especially adventurous, I'd pull that stunt without any underwear on. The shocked whispers of the women when they realized I was flashing my pussy for the whole store to see were great, but not as satisfying as turning around suddenly, looking over my shoulder to see the obvious erections of the men behind me and seeing them try to tear their gaze away from my naked pussy. Sometimes, a man would have the courage to proposition me. Sometimes a manager or a security guard would try to stop me from flashing the whole store. In either case, I handled it the same way: I let them take me to somewhere private, whether it was an office, their place, a car, or a lower-traffic area, and I let them use me like the slut I was. I sucked cocks, let them fuck my cunt and my ass, had them fondle my titties and lick my wet cunt. Whatever they wanted to do to me, I was only too eager and happy to allow. I must have been fucked a hundred times. Through all this, Rob and Penny were still visibly uncomfortable. I seemed to have lost any sense of modesty or shame as soon as I'd turned myself into a girl and gotten my first taste of cock, and Paul and Scott, the only other people who knew that the busty girl I was now and the man I used to be were the same person, seemed to be so taken up by the pleasures of my hot pussy (not to mention my hands, tits, ass, and mouth) that they were completely satisfied with the situation, but Rob and Penny seemed shocked every time I'd wander around the house with my tits and ass hanging out. When I'd proposition Paul or Scott in front of them, begging to be stuffed full of cock, they seemed even more scandalized. I hadn't seen Rob or Penny on their own, actually. They'd clearly become an item since that time I'd caught them together and finished the process of feminizing myself that had been barely started before. But when I came home one evening, my pussy filled with some random guy's cum and the taste of it still on my lips, I found that Penny's reaction to my new self had been, at least partially, feigned for Rob's benefit. She surprised me as I was coming through the living room. "Dan... Danielle?" she said from a seat in a darkened corner of the room. I wheeled around, somewhat surprised to find her there. "I... I wanted to talk to you," she began, getting up and moving into the light. "We haven't talked lately, and I wanted to... uh, talk." I was still in the mode of flaunting myself in front of her, so I ran my hands over my curves, as if it was unconscious, as I said, "Well, okay, but I've been out for a while. I'm pretty tired." The way I said it made it clear that what had tired me out was the strong, repeated thrusting of a cock into several different orifices on my body. "Well, you know... Maybe I haven't been quite... fair to you lately," Penny started. "What do you mean?" "I've been ignoring you. I mean, I've been paying attention to Rob, but..." I could see her eyes. Her gaze wasn't on my face; it was a foot or so below, locked on my immense cleavage. That was nothing new. She'd looked at my body before, and shaken her head nearly every time, but she wasn't looking away now, and the look on her face seemed different. Almost hungry. "Oh my god," I said. "Are you checking me out?" "No!" Penny gasped, and her face reddened. "You are! I saw you looking at my tits!" "I just..." she started to cry. "I've just been thinking about you. I can't get it off of my mind. You're different, but I know it's you, and I have these images in my mind. I can't get them out. Of you... You being..." "Being fucked?" I asked. She looked at me, through tear-stained eyes, and nodded. I reached behind me to undo my bra, and then drew it over my head with my shirt. I felt my immense breasts settle onto my chest as I slid my tiny skirt down off of my hips. I hadn't worn panties today, so that left me totally naked in front of Penny. Still sniffling, she moved toward me. I let her examine me, see the new body I had made for myself, the exaggerated curves that my perverted fantasies had formed. She reached out to touch me, but it wasn't sexual. It was investigative. She ran her hands over my perfect hips, along my ass. She poked her fingers at my giant tits, and felt my female lips. She peered at my hairless mound, with only the cleft of my pussy showing, disappearing between my thighs. "You're... you're perfect," she breathed. Penny was a bombshell herself. I knew now that her looks were no more natural than mine were, but they were fantastic. She'd kept things under control, however. I'd gone overboard. She was hot and sexy. I was useful for nothing but sex. Penny's exploration of my body seemed to change, somehow. Her hands running over me ceased to be tentative and experimental. They became insistent. Hungry. I could feel her breath against my face as her hands slid over my hips. Gripping my ass, they weren't evaluating. They were caressing, groping, pulling my pelvis against her. I was shorter than her now, and my wet pussy rubbed against her thigh. She leaned over, hungrily, and her mouth started to kiss my neck. "This is so... weird," she breathed in my ear. "It's disgusting. I AM disgusted by what you've done to yourself. But since you've done it, I haven't been able to stop thinking about it. Wondering what you'd look like naked. Wondering how you'd feel." Her hand slid from my ass to my pussy and parted my lips. Her finger slid against my clit. I'd been fucked less than an hour before, and my pussy was still lubricated. Another finger slipped inside me with no resistance. "Do you... like it? Do you like having tits and a pussy?" "I love it," I moaned as her fingers slid inside me. "And when they fuck you? When other men put their dicks inside you? You like that?" "It feels so good. It makes me feel so good when my body gets them hard and they want to fuck me. And when they put their dicks in me, I can't stand it. I come so hard." "And that's what you want?" "Right now," I responded, pushing her away from me for a moment, "what I want is you." Penny was still clothed. She'd been fondling my naked body without reciprocating with nudity of her own. She stripped off her clothes in a moment, though, and was naked before me. That familiar perfection, the body I'd fucked so many times. It was different now; I looked at her differently because I wasn't a man about to penetrate her, as I had been before. Everything she had, I had as well. Both of us had tits, both of us had pussies. Both of us had curves. We were two girls. I didn't have much time for admiring her, though. She was hungry for me. She pushed me back onto the couch and I reclined there, my legs spread, as she clambered on top of me, kissing me, forcing her tongue into my mouth. She was the aggressor now; she was the one penetrating me. She was better at it than I had been. Her hot tongue searched in my mouth as her hands roved over my body. Her fingers slid over my taut, perfect breasts. She teased my nipples, stroked the rounded sides of my titties. Her hips were rolling, thrusting against me. She was grinding her pussy against me as she savaged my mouth with hers. Then, though, she started to move downward. Her mouth slid from my mouth to my chin, then to my neck, leaving a trial of saliva that glistened in the low light and felt cool against my skin. Kissing my neck, she rubbed against me, her D-cup breasts pressing against my much larger ones. My hands were roving over her ass the way they'd done when I was still male, but there was no cock sticking up from between my legs. All that was there now was a wet, hairless pussy. As Penny's mouth kissed and licked my neck, our pussies ground together as if we were trying to fuck one another, forgetting that neither one of us had a penis anymore. Penny slid her hot mouth lower, burying her face in between my mountainous tits. She kissed and licked the interior slopes of my breasts, pressing them together to smother herself between my gigantic titties. Her trail of cool saliva extended along the sides of my mounds, rotating around them as if she was trying to crest the summit of a pair of mountains. She seemed to be licking every inch of my breasts but the nipples, giving pleasure to every sensitive part of my titties except the most sensitive. I was moaning in arousal. My hips were bucking. I tried to move my hands from Penny's ass to my own pussy, to finger myself and give myself some relief, but she stopped me. Gripping my wrists, she pinned them to my sides as she licked at my breasts. I whimpered and rubbed my pussy against hers, desperate for more sensation, but she was stronger than me, now, and kept my hands at my sides. Suddenly, Penny's mouth engulfed my left nipple. She sucked it between her lips, and I felt the hot muscle of her tongue sweeping around the pebbly flesh of my rock-hard nipple. I almost cried out in ecstasy. It felt like an orgasm in my nipple as the hot wetness of her lips enveloped it and she swirled her tongue around it. She sucked forcefully, and I could feel it sliding around in her mouth, seeming to harden even more. I felt another nipple-orgasm as she switched without warning to my right breast, licking and sucking my right nipple. Penny slid now downward, her tongue slipping along the curves of the undersides of my breasts, licking, bringing pleasure, as she descended to my flat belly. She released my hands then, and they flew to my breasts, kneading, massaging. I knew she'd make it down to my pussy before long, and I was content to fondle the mounds to which she had given so much pleasure. Her tongue slid briefly into my belly button before Penny slid down even farther. She was kneeling now in front of the couch, between my spread legs, as I moaned and caressed my own breasts. My hips rocked softly as she slid from the very bottom of my belly over the flat, featureless skin of my crotch to my spread pussy lips. Her tongue touched my clitoris, and I screamed in the throes of my first orgasm from lesbian sex. Penny didn't stop, even when I locked my legs around her head, squeezing her face between my creamy thighs. I pinched my nipples and threw my long red hair around in my climax, but she kept licking. Her tongue slid over my folds, dipping inside my cunt. She penetrated me, like I had penetrated her when I was a man. Not as deeply, but even more satisfyingly. As my orgasm began to subside, she was working me up into my next one, her tongue wandering all over my hairless crotch, now swirling around my clit, now descending to thrust into my pussy. She wrapped her lips around my clit and sucked it into her mouth, flicking at it with her tongue, and then fucked my pussy with her tongue again, burying her face in my crotch. I knew Penny could taste the cum that was still inside me. I'd as much as admitted to her that I'd been fucked already today, by a man, but the taste of the cum in my pussy would prove it to her beyond a doubt. How must it have felt for her to know that her former boyfriend was now such a slut, so eager to be fucked in his new pussy by man after man, to feel their dicks penetrating him, to beg them to cum inside him? She certainly knew I was a slut. It might have been her knowledge of how much I loved being penetrated that caused her to shift me lower on the couch, rotating my hips forward so that her hand could creep under me while she continued to eat my pussy and she could slide two fingers questingly up into my ass. I moaned at the anal penetration, and she continued it, more forcefully. I squealed in pleasure, frantically fondling my breasts, pinching and pulling my nipples in my excitement. Her tongue was lapping faster at my soaking hairless pussy as she fingered my ass. My hips were bucking, but whether it was to grind my pussy against her face or to force her fingers up into my asshole, I didn't know. I felt as if something inside of me was breaking as I came, shrieking my ecstasy, telegraphing my orgasm to the world by the violence of my cries. I was breathing heavy when I settled down afterwards, feeling Penny gently kissing my pussy as her fingers slid out of my ass, but I wasn't so tired that I wasn't ready to return the favor. As we both stood up to exchange places, Penny leaned down to kiss me savagely. I could taste myself on her lips and in her mouth. It was the first time I'd tasted pussy in months, and it was like I had forgotten about something I loved to taste. I greedily slurped my own juices from her mouth, running my lips over her face. Her whole chin was glistening with my juices, and I licked her clean. Once Penny had taken the place I'd vacated on the couch, I attacked her. It wasn't slow and seductive, the way she'd teased me before eating my pussy. It was desperate. My hands were roving everywhere, groping her ass, her hips, her tits. Every curve, every sensitive part of her body. My mouth was greedy, sucking her nipples, her tongue, her fingers. I thrust against her, almost as if I thought I was still a man, trying to penetrate her with my now-missing cock and only succeeding in rubbing our pussies together some more. But the whole time, I was moving downward, sliding my mouth and my hands down her body to the prize between her legs. I found myself kneeling in front of her. It almost felt weird to be kneeling naked before someone and not to have a cock jutting up in my face. For weeks, I'd been sucking cock in exactly this posture. Now, though, I had a wet, eager pussy in front of my eyes. I dived into it without hesitation, licking Penny's cunt, sliding in between her lips, stroking her clit. With my face buried in between Penny's legs, my hands stroked her sides and fondled her breasts, then gripped her ass cheeks so that I could grind my chin into her pussy more forcefully. I was fucking her with my tongue like I could no longer fuck her with my cock, now that I was a girl. I slid it in and out of her, penetrating her with my tongue. I wanted to get it as deep into her as I could, as if it could compensate for the fact that I no longer had a dick to fuck her with. Sometimes, though, my neck would get tired, and I'd lay my head against her thighs to rest it while I sucked at her hard clit. Licking and sucking her clit, I heard her moan in arousal. I felt her hips rotating under me, and I'd let my tongue roam over her pussy again, sliding into her, then tasting her juices, then rubbing her clit again. Penny's orgasm was shattering. I can't remember ever making her come like that when I was a man. Her thighs wrapped around my head, and all sound was cut off. I couldn't hear or see anything, but I kept on licking her, fucking her with my tongue and sucking hungrily on her clit as if it was a tiny dick, as she shrieked her climax and pulled at my reddish hair. She ground her pussy against me, forcing my head into her crotch, pinning my face into her cunt with her hands as she spasmed, her legs kicking at my back. She relaxed, then, onto the couch. I joined her. Still nude, soaked with sweat and pussy-juice, we wrapped our arms around each other, our hands fondling each other familiarly as we slipped off into sleep. I woke up the next day in the same place, naked and alone. Penny was gone. Rob was gone as well. There was no note, no explanation, but I thought I understood. She couldn't deal with it. Neither of them could. I had done what I wanted, lived out my sexual fantasies, and they were unwilling to do that. Even Penny, who'd been aroused and attracted by me as a girl, who couldn't stop thinking about my exaggerated, sexy body and couldn't resist stroking it, fondling it, licking every sensitive inch of it, couldn't face her own desire in the light of day. She and Rob left to try to have some sort of normal life, away from the temptation of the Monkey's Paw that could make anything they wanted reality. I don't think they were wrong. That normal life is probably better than mine, in some ways. When we give free reign to our desires, they control us. Though an endless succession of sex, dick after dick penetrating and fucking me, day after day of displaying my body, showing it off like a depraved slut and letting men use me for their own pleasure, though it satisfies me, though it PLEASES me, it's probably not the way people were meant to live. That doesn't mean it doesn't feel good. It does. But it's like cheating, somehow. The game is rigged, and though I enjoy each time I win, each time I bend over in public and feel the hot gaze of everyone present burning into my bare ass, each time I orgasm as I feel some hot, thrusting dick spew its cum into one of my eager holes, I sometimes have a glimmer of an understanding that Rob and Penny, wherever they are, might have more satisfying pleasures simply because they CAN'T have them whenever they want. Then, of course, the moment passes. I realize that the Monkey's Paw is still there, and I can have anything I want. And I think about making my tits even bigger. End.