As usual, this is a story containing graphic sexual content.  If you are not
legally allowed to view such a story, don't download it, read it, touch it, lick
it, eat it, burn it, use it for toilet paper, or even stand near it.

If you do read it, send any comments to: zxcvbnm21@hotmail.com

I should warn you, ladycyrrh labeled another of my stories (Nymphomania,
which this one is a sequel to) "a fuckfest, but more literate than most."  That
is, of course, exactly what I was aiming for: a fuckfest.  Literary worth
belongs in literature.  What you're reading now is smut.  Be forewarned.

Oh, and in case you were wondering, this story is fictitious.  All the
characters in situations in it are fictitious.  It's not true. Really.

* * *

 Help!  Somebody, if you're reading this, you've got to help me!

 Wait a second...I need to explain.  I've got some time before she
comes back, I can start from the beginning.  Or near enough, at least.

 My name is Chris Taylor.  A while back, nearly a year actually, I
wrote something.  It was kind of like a story, but it was true.  Basically, it
was something that had happened to me.

 I'm digressing again.  Let me give you a synopsis: on my first day of
college, I was kidnapped.  I woke up, and I was a girl. Really.  I know it
sounds like bullshit, like some of the other stories you read on newsgroups,
but it's true.  I didn't know who did it; I woke up in my own dorm room,
with no clues (or clothes.)

 This might seem bad enough, but it wasn't the only thing that had
been done to me.  I was horny.  I mean really, uncontrollably horny.  And
each time I had an orgasm, it made me even hornier.  When I met my
roommate, a good-looking blonde girl named Tiffany who was bisexual (a bit
too convenient to be coincidental, eh?) she kept me somewhat satisfied, but
the dorm rooms are separated into suites, and when I ran into my suite-mates,
all hell broke loose.

 Co-ed dorm.  Sounds like a fine idea, right?  Not in my case. I don't
know what was done to me, or how, but apart from my sex drive being
jacked up into the stratosphere, it was strongly oriented towards men.  In
fact, it was more specific than that.  It was strongly oriented towards cum.
Believe it or not (and I doubt you believe it) I was ADDICTED to cum.

 Pretty bad, right?  Picture it: there I was, actually a guy but trapped in
a woman's body, and my body needed cum so badly that I couldn't stop
myself from having sex.  With men.  Believe me, I tried.

 That's not all of it, either.  I don't understand this part at all, but each
time I came into contact with cum, my tits got bigger. It was bad enough just
to say the phrase "my tits" without them ballooning up all the time.  And I do
mean ALL the time.  I couldn't stop.  Each load of cum I got in me, or on
me, made my tits grow, but it also made me hornier.  One thing led to
another, and to make a long story short, within less than a week, I had gone
from an A-cup to breasts so large they needed a custom-made bra, and it was
labeled an O-cup.  These things were gigantic.  I mean bigger than
basketballs. Remember those things you used to sit on and bounce around on
when you were a little kid?  The big red rubber things?  They were bigger
than that.

 Like I said, I don't understand it at all.  As I understand it, that
couldn't have happened.  Mass must be conserved, or so I thought; you can't
just gain more without it coming from somewhere. But I'm not the crazy
genius who thought this stuff up.  Tiffany says that the mass didn't really
change, it was just that the molecules were arranged differently.  I don't
understand that either, but that doesn't surprise me.

  Oh yeah, Tiffany...she's the point of this whole thing.  She was
behind it all, posing as my roommate to keep an eye on me.  I eventually
figured it out, and I doused her with another one of her little concoctions.
Basically, it made her fall in love with me. Well, the technical way she
explained it was that it "imprinted the recipient with the facial features of the
first person viewed after the drug is administered, and stimulated the pleasure
centers of the brain each time that exact stimulus is repeated," but the long
and the short of it was that it was a love potion.  She changed me back to a
man, and that was the end of it.

 I wrote all of that down before and posted it kind of to brag. I mean,
this was weird shit, but I ended up alright from it.  Part of the side effects of
the changes was that when I changed back, I was taller and (even better) my
dick was huge.  A full twelve inches.  I kind of wanted to tell someone about
the whole crazy deal, but whom could I tell?  So I wrote it up and posted it to
the newsgroup.  I figured nobody would ever think it was true, they'd think
it was just another whacked-out story.  I was kind of right.

 Now, let me go on to my problem.  I need help, and I need it quick.
I'm posting this story to the newsgroup because it's the only line of
communication I can use.  It's a dirty trick on Tiff's part, because she'll only
let me access the moderated newsgroup.  If this was the regular one, I'd just
post "HELP!" and be done with it, but to get this past the moderator, I'm
going to have to go into detail on bits that I'd rather leave out.  I'm going to
have to tell you about the sex.

 You see, I've been living with Tiffany since all that shit happened.  It
seemed the best thing for me to do.  I've had a willing (VERY willing) sex
slave as well as a mad scientist to help with the classwork.  A hell of a deal,
and we've been rooming together since. We've switched rooms, and
suitemates.  I didn't mind getting other suitemates; it's kind of uncomfortable
seeing a guy that you fucked as a girl, even if he doesn't know you're the
same person.  However, we've stayed roommates.

 So it was a bit of a surprise to me when I felt a pinprick in my side
while I was walking to class.  I had just about enough time to realize that that
was how it started before, and then I blacked out. Again.  Just like before.

 I woke up, naked, in a room.  I was tied down to the table I was on,
which was the only piece of furniture there.  Everything was the same as
before except for two things.  And I mean EVERYTHING was the same as
before.  I could feel a slight weight on my chest, and I knew that I had
breasts.  And I also knew that if I could reach down between my legs, I
would feel a pussy.

 "Oh, shit."

Like I said, two things were different.  The first was that I knew where I
was.  The second was that I wasn't alone.  I woke up staring up into
Tiffany's face.  Under other circumstances that would be nice; she really is a
beautiful girl.  In this case, however, it wasn't a good sign.

"Good, you're awake," I heard her say.

"What happened?" I asked.  I was flabbergasted.  She shouldn't have been
able to do this.

"What happened?  I turned you into a girl again," she said with a smug smile.
"That should be obvious, Chris.  What you're really wondering, I think, is
how I could do it.  Right?"  My silence was answer enough. "Well," she
continued, "it seems you're not as smart as you think you are.  The drug you
administered to me would have worked; in fact it did work.  Perfectly.  But it
was based on a visual stimuli, and do you know what?"

I suddenly understood.  She could see the understanding dawn on my face,
but she went on, to torture me with the details.

"Exactly," she said.  "I see you understand now.  You CAN find the
answers, if you're led by the nose.  The drug forced me to react to a visual
stimulus, your face.  But when you administered it, you were a woman.
Your face changed when I turned you back into a man, and to tell the truth,
that one does nothing for me."  She grinned devilishly.  "I always did prefer
girls, Chris."

She paused for a moment to let that sink in.  As I thought about it, something
occurred to me.  She must have seen hope bloom on my face, because she
laughed.

"No, Chris, I'm not that stupid.  You're a girl again, and quite pretty, but
you don't look anything like you did before.  I'm not going to get stuck in
that same trap again.  Now sit there for a while.  Don't worry, I'll untie you
and let you go eventually.  After all, I can't give you what you need.  And
you know you need it, don't you?  You need it again."

I knew what she was talking about.  As she spoke, images leapt to my mind.
I saw huge cocks, thrusting into my pussy, my mouth, my ass...I could
almost feel them, feel the cum that they were spurting out onto me.  My
mouth watered.  I could feel my pussy getting wet and my nipples getting
hard.  I heard Tiffany walking out of the room behind me, where I couldn't
see.  She was right.  I needed it.

I had no idea what would happen next.  With Tiffany, you can never really be
sure.  I just laid there for a moment as I heard Tiffany shut a door behind her.
I didn't struggle against my restraints; I knew they'd be unbreakable and in
any case, I knew I wouldn't be nearly as strong now that Tiffany had
changed me into a woman again.

It turns out I didn't need to bother.  A few seconds after I heard the door
clang shut, I was released and my restraints retracted back into the table.  I sat
up, rubbing my wrists, and began to take stock of the situation.

In the dim light, I examined the room.  Featureless is the only way to
describe it.  I couldn't even find the door that Tiffany had exited through.
The only thing in the room was the table I was dangling my legs from.  It,
like the walls, appeared to be metal but wasn't cold.

Actually, that's not quite true.  There was something else in the room.  Me.  I
jumped down from the table and began to take stock of myself.

No doubt about it, I was a girl again.  With quite a girlish figure, in fact.  Just
like before, my body was recognizably female, but not too curvy and with
small, but definitely present, breasts.  My pussy hair and the hair hanging to
either side of my face were blonde.  I didn't have a mirror, so I couldn't
examine my face itself, but I figured Tiffany would probable arrange that
soon enough.  She knew how uncomfortable it would be for me.

Since there was nothing more to be learned, I jumped back up onto the table.
Judging from the fact that I had to jump, I guessed that I was now around
five feet tall.  Settling back onto the table, I suddenly realized that I was
sitting in the middle of a puddle of pussy juice.

Of course Tiffany had had to allude to sex before she left.  My sex drive was
once again jacked up way past any normal level; she knew that once she got it
started, my imagination would take over and run away with me.  And she
was right.  While I was taking stock of my situation, wondering how the hell
I was going to get out of this one, in the back of my mind images were
constantly running.  Images of naked bodies, mine and other people's, both
men and women, twisting and writhing in sex.

I spread my legs, lying back on the hard table.  I didn't really even try to
resist; I knew it was futile.  My right hand traced it's way down from my
neck to my breasts.  With both hands, I started to massage them.  My nipples
hardened against my palms, and I rubbed my hands against them, lightly, just
teasing them.  I grasped my tits in both hands and started to tug on them,
lightly, and then harder, until I started to moan uncontrollably from my
arousal.  Leaving my left hand stroking my breasts, I moved my right down
past them.

I trailed my hand along my belly, taking my time.  It wasn't like I had
anywhere in particular to be.  When I reached my crotch, I petted at the small
patch of pubic hair for a moment, just rubbing the outside on top of my
pussy.  The hair was wet and matted against my mound.  My pussy juice had
been flowing so freely that I was wet all over my crotch, as well as down my
thighs nearly halfway to my knees. Trusting that I was lubricated enough, I
slid my finger downward to my slit.

Touching myself there sent a shiver through my entire body.  This was a
sensation I hadn't felt in nearly a year, and my whole body tensed up.  For a
moment I thought I was going to cum on the spot.  Slowly, however, my
body relaxed.  I didn't move my finger at all, just left it there touching my
cunt lips, until I was sure I could continue. Then I started forth in earnest.

 Spreading my legs even wider, and feeling my pussy lips pull open
wider as a result, I started to move my finger back and forth in my pussy.  I
didn't insert it at first, I just drew it up and down along my soaking wet slit.
I was moaning louder now, and my left hand was tugging harder at my
breasts.  I was beginning to lose control; my hands were starting to work me
over of their own accord.

 I couldn't stand it any more.  I needed to feel something in my cunt.
Spreading my legs wider yet, I plunged my middle finger up into myself.  It
felt strange after so long to feel something actually INSIDE of me, but it felt
so good at the same time.  I pushed the finger up into my pussy, trying to get
it as far in as possible.  The palm of my hand was right up against my clit,
which was engorged with blood and standing out firmly from it's little hood,
and that felt amazing as well.  My hips were thrusting up against my hand,
pushing my finger further up into me and rubbing my clit up against my
palm. I was yelling out loud from the pleasure, and my left hand was
pinching and pulling on my nipples so hard that they hurt, but I couldn't
stop.

 I kept going, rubbing my crotch and my tits frantically, desperate to
cum.  I rolled over onto my stomach, feeling my breasts squashed under my
weight.  I continued to cup and massage the left one with my left hand while
my right worked busily at my pussy.  My hand was caught between my
pussy and the table, and I ground myself down onto it, trying to get my
finger further into me.  My whole body was moving back and forth, my hips
thrusting, rubbing my pussy against my hand.  I was fucking myself against
the table.

 As I kept going, I could feel my ass rising up into the air. My face
and tits stayed glued to the table, but with my hand still finger-fucking my
pussy, I slowly worked my way up to my knees.  I could feel my ass
sticking up into the air, still moving back and forth and thrusting towards my
hand.  I could feel the cool air up against my ass cheeks, all wet as they were
from my exertions. Wagging my ass back and forth, and moaning and
squealing with pleasure, I began to cum.

 As my orgasm built, I worked my hands faster on my pussy and tit.  I
was pressing my breast up against me, HARD, and my hand was thrusting
my finger in and out of my pussy as fast as it could move. The orgasm grew
and grew, enveloping my whole body.  I could hear myself screaming in
ecstasy, but it was like it was someone else. Finally, I began to come down
from the climax.

 Had I still been a man, that orgasm would have knocked me flat.
But, as a woman, and as horny as I was, I didn't even stop. The only thing I
changed was to take my left hand from it's position at my tit and run it back
over my ass, trailing the tip of my middle finger along the crack of my ass
until I reached my asshole.  Already well lubed, my ass put up no resistance
when I slowly inserted a finger up my back door.

 I could feel both my fingers, invading into my body at front and back.
I felt twice as full, and twice as good, as I had before. The only problem was
that I couldn't get them far enough in.  I wanted more.  I knew what I
wanted.  I wanted a cock.  I wanted two cocks, fucking me furiously in my
pussy and ass.

 I didn't hear when Tiffany walked into the room; I was too busy
moaning with my fingers up my ass and my cunt.  I'm sure I must have been
quite a sight, face down on the table and double-fucking myself, with my ass
wiggling back and forth in the air as I neared another orgasm.  Just as I was
about to cum again, Tiffany spoke.

 "Enjoying yourself, I see," she said.

 I rolled over onto my back, startled to hear another voice. With my
fingers still buried in my pussy and asshole, I looked between my spread
legs, straight at Tiffany.  She was standing, just inside the doorway, stark
naked.

 "Fuck you," I said, or at least tried to say.  What came out was a
slow, throaty "Oh, yes..." in more of a bedroom voice than I think I could
have managed if I tried.  My eyes widened in astonishment.

 "Well," Tiffany continued, "I think now you're experiencing the other
effects of what we've done to you.  Surely you didn't think I did this to you
JUST for revenge?  Why do you think I waited so long?  I needed to have
something to test on you."

 My eyes widened even more, in sudden understanding.  I couldn't
say anything, but Tiffany answered the unvoiced question.

 "What did I do to you?" she smirked.  "I tested a serum that makes
you VERY susceptible to suggestion.  You might say I hypnotized you.
From now on, you can act like yourself ONLY when you're alone.
Whenever anyone else is present, you'll be exactly what you tried to make me
into: a willing fuck slave.  Watch, I'll show you."  She walked over to the
table, hopping onto the end of it more easily than I had.  After all, she was
taller now.

 "Lick me," she said, spreading her legs.  I tried to stop, but my body
moved of it's own accord.  I crawled across the table, slowly and arching my
back so that my ass would stick out as much as possible.  When I got to her
side, I dipped my head down between her thighs and started to lick her
pussy.

 Tiffany's pussy was hairless, as a result of one of her concoctions.
The same drug had inflated her breasts to a G-cup, so large that she had to
buy custom-made bras.  As I tongued her clit, I rolled up my eyes to see her
playing with her gigantic melons, and looking down at me from between
them.  She was smiling.

 I focused my attention back onto her pussy.  I licked it back and
forth, stroking my tongue across the entire length of her naked slit.  She
wasn't as wet as I was, but with the tongue-lashing I was giving her, it didn't
take her long to catch up.  As she got hornier, I could feel her clit hardening
and jutting out against my tongue.  I concentrated my licking there.

 Meanwhile, both my hands were quite busily at work on myself. I
could feel them, still inside me, front and back.  My ass had dropped back
down so that I was lying flat on the table, but that gave me more resistance to
push against.  My uncontrollable pelvic thrusting was pushing my hard clit
against my hand, and my finger further into my pussy.  The finger fucking
my ass was feeling pretty good as well.  I ground my warm crotch up against
the cool, unyielding table.  My nipples, rock hard little points, were rubbing
up against the smooth surface of the table as well.  I could feel another
orgasm coming on, and as it hit me, I redoubled my efforts on Tiffany's clit.

 She started to cum at the same time I did, her pussy juice soaking my
entire face.  She grabbed me by the back of the head and ground my face into
her bald pussy, rubbing it back and forth and scissoring my head between her
thighs as she moaned in orgasm.  My own orgasm was every bit as good.  I
was cramming my fingers up my cunt and ass to try and prolong the
sensation.

 When Tiffany's orgasm began to subside, she slid her ass back away
from me, across the table.  I followed, stretching out my tongue to try and get
more pussy juice, but she stopped me.  Putting her hands on my shoulders to
hold my face away from her cunt, she said, "No."

 "But I NEED it," I whined.

 Tiffany smirked.  "I'd stop you from begging for it, but I bet that
humiliates you to no end.  Beg all you want, but follow me."

 She got up and walked out of the room.  I followed, still naked and
pleading for her to let me lick her pussy again.  She led me down a hall to a
bathroom, and stepped inside, catching a glimpse of myself in the mirror.
Tiffany, knowing I didn't want to look at myself but couldn't control my
curiosity, let me stare for a while. Just as I suspected, I was a naked, pretty
blonde girl.  I was horny enough without having to see that as well.

 "Sit down on the edge of the tub," she said to me.  I did so, feeling
the cold porcelain against my wet ass.  "I want you to shave your pussy for
me.  Do you want to do that?" she asked.  I could feel my head wagging in
response.

 This was one thing I really didn't mind.  I remembered from my
previous experience that a hairless cunt was actually more sensitive that a
normal one.  However, I was acutely aware that I should be trying to find a
way out of this predicament instead of enjoying any part of it.

 Tiffany handed me a set of electric clippers.  "Start with these," she
suggested.  I turned them on and spread my legs, reaching down with my left
hand to pull the skin taut so I could shave it better.

 I turned the clippers on and lowered them to my crotch.  I had to roll
my hips all the way forward so that I could reach to where the hair began,
way back at the very bottom of my slit, where it met my ass crack.  The
buzzing of the clippers was turning me on, as was the vibrating sensation
against the very bottom of my ass cheeks.  I could see the sparse, curly hairs
begin to fall away.

 As I shaved on, higher up on either side of my slit, it became easier.
I could see better.  It also became more pleasurable, as the vibrating clippers
worked closer and closer to my clit.  I took my time with it, both because I
was enjoying it and because Tiffany's conditioning constrained me so that I
had to LOOK like I was enjoying it.  As I shaved on, more and more hair fell
away to settle to the ground.  But, as sparse and blonde as the hair was, it
didn't take me long to reach the top of my slit.

 I looked across the room.  Tiffany was leaning back against the
counter with her legs spread, roughly tugging on her huge breasts with one
hand and furiously fingering her clit with the other.  Her eyes were glued to
my pussy.

 I followed her gaze to my crotch.  What I was left with now was a
triangle of hair that started just above my clit.  To tease Tiffany, and myself, I
shaved around the triangle, shrinking it by maybe half an inch in every
dimension.  Then, I did it again.  I continued to trim in my bush, rounding it
off as I went, until all I was left with was a tiny, round patch of hair about an
inch above the top of my slit.  Everything else was bare.

 Tiffany, when I looked up at her, was working her crotch even more
furiously.  Her mouth was a wide O of rapture, but her eyes were still open
and aimed straight at my pussy.

 I returned my own attention there, and removed the last of my pubes
with one horizontal swath.  Then I got up and into the bathtub, already full,
and began soaping up my pussy.  The clippers had left it bare, but covered
with invisible blonde stubble.  When I finished rubbing soap all over my
crotch, I reached over to the side of the bathtub to pick up a razor.  Stretching
out the skin of my pussy with my left hand, I began to shave it completely
smooth with the razor.

It was kind of hard to do, because I had to pull the skin flat to shave it and it
was all slippery from the soap, not to mention my pussy juice.  It was so
arousing, though, to feel the razor sliding over my skin, leaving inch-wide
sections devoid of soap, naked, and COMPLETELY smooth.  It didn't take
me long until my entire crotch was as smooth as the porcelain that I was
sitting on, though warmer and more pliant.  I looked over across the room.
Tiffany was still fingering her cunt as hard and fast as she could, and she
looked to be enjoying an immense orgasm.  I moved towards her, eager to
get some satisfaction.

 "Stop!"  she said.  "Stay where you are.  I'm not going to give you
any pleasure.  You've got to do it to yourself."

 I couldn't move any closer to her.  I was stuck where I was, sitting
on the edge of the tub with one foot in and one foot out.  The smooth
porcelain was pressing up against my crotch.

 I rubbed myself back and forth over it, experimentally.  It was so
smooth, there was almost no friction, but I could feel the movement, and the
coolness of it was an amazing turn-on.  I leaned forward, so that my clit
would make better contact, and slid my crotch back and forth on the rounded
edge of the tub.  My pussy was so wet and smooth that I slid with no
resistance at all, a foot or more back and forth.  I held onto the side of the tub
with both hands and started humping it for all I was worth.

 Even while I was doing it, I was amazed at the image I knew I was
making.  Here I was, in a girl's body, so sex-crazed that I was humping the
side of a porcelain tub to get some relief, arching my back and thrusting out
my breasts.  Meanwhile, Tiffany was sitting across from me, obviously
enjoying the show.

 It didn't matter how shocked I was; I couldn't have stopped, even had
I wanted to.  And I didn't want to.  It felt amazing...the cold porcelain
seemed to suck the heat out of my pussy, but instead of a turn-off, I found it
to be an incredible turn-on.  My pussy juice was covering me from waist to
knees, making me slippery as hell, and I was sliding all over the place on the
edge of the tub.  My clit, specifically, was sliding back and forth, and far
from being cold, it felt like it was on fire.  My lips were spreading against the
tub, and I could feel the coolness of it against the warmth inside my pussy.  I
was grinding down so hard that my ass cheeks were even parting a little, and
I could feel the porcelain sliding around up against my asshole.

 Still sliding back and forth, grinding my cunt into the smooth
porcelain, I reached up with my hands to stroke my titties.  They were so
sensitive, I actually found myself wishing they were as big as Tiffany's huge
melons.  My hands were slippery, and I rubbed the pussy lubrication all over
my rock hard, pointy little nipples, twisting them and cupping my tits in both
hands.  I knew I was going to cum soon, and I wanted to be playing with my
breasts when I did, to increase the pleasure.  I shoved them together, up
against my chest, and then pulled out on them.  I was just marveling at the
sensation of having breasts there to play with.  After only a minute or two of
breast play, I began to cum.

 I immediately ground my pussy harder down onto the tub, arching
my back and rubbing my tits as I moaned in orgasm.  I could feel it shaking
me throughout my entire body.  I shuddered as it grew, getting better when I
thought it was as good as it could get.  I rubbed my tits harder and slid back
and forth faster, anxious for more of this feeling.  I could feel my pointy
nipples against the palms of my hands.  I was arching my back, screaming up
at the ceiling, and cumming as hard as I could.  When the orgasm wore off, I
was wasted. And finally satisfied.  But a small voice in the back of my head
said that the satisfaction wouldn't last long.

 Tiffany stood up from her place across the room.  Still stark naked,
with her own pussy juice soaking her thighs, she led me down the hall.  I
watched her as she walked ahead of me, her ass moving back and forth and
her giant tits jiggling and swaying as she moved. It was making me horny
again.  I knew that I was making a similar display of myself, but it still
aroused me on her.  And, truth be told, it aroused me on ME.  I was so sex-
crazed that anything aroused me.

 Tiffany led me to a nondescript room, comfortable furnished, with a
bed in one corner and a computer against the opposite wall.  By the time we
got there, I was once again pleading for more sex.

 "Well, my little slut, here you go," she said.  "You'll be staying here
for a while.  Now that your conditioning has taken effect, I don't need to
keep you locked up.  You'll drop to your knees and start pleading for sex
from anyone you see, so I'll have my revenge on you even if you leave.  Not
that you'd actually be able to leave.  If you walk out that door, you'd
probably be too busy fucking me and my staff to ever make it outside."

 By this point in her monologue, I was actually crawling towards her,
reaching out with my tongue for her pussy.  She let me lick it for a moment,
and then pushed my head away so that she could finish speaking.

 "I thought I might leave you some way to interact with the outside
world, other than fucking, so there it is," she said, pointing to the computer.
"It doesn't have any email access, but you can browse the newsgroups.  You
can only post to one, though," she finished, with a devious smile.

 And that's why I'm writing this.  I need your help.  I know it's just
part of her torture; since this moderated group is the only one I can post to, I
have to tell you about the sex to get the request for help past the moderator.
But that's what I'm trying to do: ask for help.  Please, if you're reading this,
I don't know where I'm being held, or what you could do, but PLEASE
 

 Part 2:
 

 Obviously, nobody got my previous message.  Well, that's ok, I've
got time on my hands now, and nothing to do but try again.  I'll repeat: I
don't know where she's holding me, but someone, you have to help me
somehow!

 Well, I guess I should get down to the details.  This post will never
get past the moderator if I don't tell you what's happened since I last posted.

 I already told you about my first evening as a woman.  As a woman
again, I should say.  Actually, I don't know what I should say. The English
language isn't really set up to discuss this sort of thing.

 After I finished writing my post, I laid down in the bed that I'd been
provided with and tried to get to sleep, but I knew I wouldn't succeed.  I was
so horny I could taste it.  Tiffany had left me alone in my room, without
giving me any satisfaction, and if that wasn't bad enough, I had made it
worse.  I had sat there at the computer and recounted all the events that had
transpired, particularly the sex, and that hadn't helped at all to lessen my
arousal.  My pussy was dripping wet, and I knew I'd have to do something
to get some relief before I could actually sleep.

 I tried to avoid it, tried to get my mind off of sex.  I got up and
walked around the room, examining it and trying to think of ANYTHING but
sex.  The room itself was comfortable, but not lavish. Over in the corner was
a dresser which (I discovered) held lots of women's clothes.  There were T-
shirts and jeans, which I knew I would wear given a choice, as well as
dresses and some slutty skirts, which I knew Tiffany would try to find some
way to force me into.  The underwear, of course, was a nightmare.  Thong-
style panties and half-cup bras, cut away so that they would hold up my tits,
but not cover my nipples.  The bras, also predictably, ranged in size from A-
cup, past F-cup, to custom-made sizes, which ranged up to some so large I
didn't think I'd be able to walk if I had breasts big enough to fill them.  The
top left drawer of the dresser, however, was the one that got me.

I opened it up, only to find a selection of dildos.  And I mean a WIDE
selection, ranging from about six-inches up to more than a foot.  Some were
smooth rubber, while some were molded to resemble a real dick, complete
with balls.  There were strap-ons of all sizes, as well as double-ended dildos.
I couldn't take my eyes off of them.  I was entranced.  I knew that it was just
part of the effect of what Tiffany had done to me, but I couldn't stop.  I
reached out and took two of the most realistic-looking fake dicks, one about
eight inches and the other easily a full twelve, both with molded balls
attatched.  I returned to the bed.

 Laying back and accepting my fate, at least temporarily, I spread my
legs and felt in between my pussy lips with my hand.  I was soaking wet.  I
took the larger dildo and ran it down along my newly-shaven crotch.  I was
wet and slippery, so the head of the fake dick slid easily over my mound and
down towards my hole.  I didn't immediately go that far, however.  I slid the
dildo back and forth against my clit, feeling the hard little ball of flesh rigidly
jutting out from my crotch, almost like a tiny cock.  The intensity of the
sensation was immense.  I couldn't take it any longer, so I slid the head
down between my lips and inserted it into my hot, soaking cunt.

 I could feel my hole spreading and stretching wider to accommodate
the shaft inside me.  I was well lubricated, as well as spreading my legs as far
as they'd go, so it wasn't too hard to get it inside of me, but inserting it the
whole way was rather more difficult.  I could feel the dildo sliding along my
inner walls, but I was still pretty tight, and could only get it in about two
thirds of the way.  I moaned with the pleasure of the penetration, however,
and I didn't really mind working up to the full twelve inches, if each practice
session felt this good.

 I kept the bigger dildo working in and out of my pussy, but my
asshole was aching to be fucked, so I decided to give it a bit of a workout as
well.  I turned over onto my stomach and hiked my ass up into the air, like I
had earlier while masturbating on the table. Still fucking my pussy full speed
with one dildo, I inserted the other up into my back hole.

 With all the pussy juice that had leaked out of me so far, I didn't need
to worry about lubrication.  I worked both the fake cocks in and out of
myself, as hard and fast as I could.  I was enjoying the hell out of the fucking
I was giving to myself.  I could feel my orgasm coming up quickly, but
suddenly I could feel a cooler feeling in both my pussy and ass.  I couldn't
stop fucking myself, though, so I ignored it and rode out my orgasm, feeling
it rock throughout my body.

 When the last spasms of orgasm had expired, I slowly withdrew the
dildo from my cunt to examine it.  Rolling to my back and bringing it up to
my face, I looked at the tip, shocked to find that thick, white liquid was
dripping from the tip, where the hole would be if it were a real cock.

 I brought the dildo closer to my face and took the tip of it gingerly
into my mouth.  I had known, but I had to be sure.  It was cum.  I suddenly
realized that I could feel the long-forgotten tingling sensation spreading out
from my crotch, concentrating in my tits.  I knew I was growing again.

 And I couldn't stop.  My left hand resumed fucking my asshole
vigorously with one of the dildos, and I could feel more of the cool cum, so
unlike the hot jism that shot from living dicks, oozing out into my ass.  The
other dildo was still in my mouth, and I found that I couldn't take it out to
resume fucking my pussy.  I didn't want to. Instead, I sucked it deeper into
my mouth, eager to get more cum from it.  I sucked as hard as I could, still
fucking my own ass.  I knew what I was doing to myself, but I couldn't
stop.

 I could feel the cool smooth plastic sliding into my mouth, over my
tongue.  I wrapped my lips around it and sucked harder.  I ran my tongue
over the fake veins of it's surface.  I could feel myself heating up even more
at the image I knew I was making; a hot slut sucking on a fake cock.  It felt
completely different from what I remembered of cocksucking, though.  With
a real cock, it was hot and warm, thrusting itself in and out of me.  With the
dildo, on the other hand, the shaft was cool, and didn't move at all except at
my direction.  But the biggest difference was the cum.  It didn't explode out
at the very end of the orgasm, like it did with a real dick, but instead it oozed
out slowly the whole time.  The harder I sucked, the more I got.  And I was
sucking as hard as I could.

I continued to orgasm, playing with my cunt by hand with dildos dripping
cum in my ass and mouth.  After a while, I found I could actually remove the
one from my mouth, but only to bring it down to my chest.  My tits,
substantially larger now, were where I needed the cum the most, and I
rubbed the dildo around on them to release it.  I could feel it sliding against
my sensitive breasts, catching up against the hard points of my nipples.  I
shivered each time that happened.  Amazingly, more cum was still oozing
slowly from the hole. I knew it must have released more than a typical load
by now.  I could feel the tingling that meant my tits were still growing.  I
could feel my ass spreading wider against the sheets as my hips slowly grew.
And still I kept fucking myself until the last drop of cum had been extracted
from the dildos.  Only then did I fall asleep.

 I awoke the next morning, rolling over in the bed and feeling my tits
shift on my chest.  My hands sprang up to my chest to examine them.  What
had I done?

 I sat up, holding a breast in each of my hands, to examine the effects
of the previous night's masturbation session on my figure.  My breasts were
much larger now, perhaps around the size of round, smooth softballs.  All
things considered, it could have been worse.  At least they weren't freakishly
huge.

 I looked across the room at the mirror (of course Tiffany would have
provided me with a mirror.  The image that greeted me there was of a very
pretty blonde girl, sitting up in bed and fondling her large, but not gigantic,
breasts.  It made me horny.  I stopped quickly, to avoid getting even more
aroused.

 I was, of course, turned on and horny upon awakening, but it was
slight enough that I could ignore it.  I didn't dare get up to leave the room; I
knew how I would react as soon as I ran into another person.  And I was still
hoping that the news posting I had sent out the night before would do some
good.  So I just sat there, on the bed, idly kneading my tits.

 It didn't take long before the door opened and Tiffany burst in.  At the
sight of her, I could feel myself losing control over my own body,
suppressing what I wanted to do in favor of acting out a part that she had set
for me.  My hands crept back up to my chest and I started to knead my
breasts harder, moaning slightly and looking towards her with arousal.

 "Get up," Tiffany ordered.  "Get dressed.  I've got something for you
to do."

 I did as I was told.  Taking the clothes that Tiffany handed me, I
found myself dressing in a T-shirt and jeans.  Over my underwear of course,
which consisted of black half-cup bra and miniscule panties.  I found, as I
had suspected, that my tits were indeed C-cup. At least she didn't have me
wearing one of those dresses.

 "Well, my little slut, you're going to go out and get yourself fucked
today.  Would you like that?" she asked.

 I could feel myself nodding, and I giggled in agreement.  I actually
GIGGLED.

 "Good, I thought you might.  Come with me."

 With that, Tiffany led me out of the room and through a maze of
hallways that soon passed beyond my comprehension, enraptured as I was
by the view of her ass wiggling under her tight skirt.  She gently rebuked my
constant attempts to get her to fuck me, as she led me out of the building and
in a car that drove me quickly to a mall.  Tiffany got out with me and led me
by the hand again, gently restraining me when I tried to rub against her, into a
clothing store.

 I turned away from Tiffany for a moment, and when I turned back,
she was gone.  I didn't care; it suddenly left me free to find someone to fuck
me.  It was the strangest thing: while part of my mind was rebelling, another
part was following Tiffany's instructions and acting like a horny slut looking
for someone to fuck.

 I saw a likely looking guy, and walked past him, making sure to
bump into him and press my tits up against him.  He dropped his packages.

 "I'm sorry," I heard myself breathe, in sexy tones.

 "It's ok, it's only clothes," he replied, staring at my body. I knew I
had him.  We made small talk, which was easy because he was doing more
looking than talking, and soon I had gotten myself invited to his house.
When we got there, he tried to hold the door for me, but I was too horny, I
just pushed him inside.  And straight to the bedroom.

 He was too slow undressing, so I stripped him as fast as I could.  I
needed cum.  I stood up next to the bed to take off my clothes.  I could see
him staring at my body in the light that filtered through the window.

 I got into the bed, feeling him reach up to cup my tits.  As he rubbed
them, I moaned in pleasure.  It felt so good.  His hands slid back to my ass,
though, and I didn't mind.  He began to knead my cheeks, and I could feel
my pussy getting even wetter.

 I trailed my mouth down past his neck, tweaking his nipple with my
tongue on the way to his crotch.  I held his rock-hard dick in my hand and
teased the tip with my mouth.  When he tried to push forward to penetrate my
lips, I pulled back.  He couldn't take it for very long, and he grabbed me by
my arms, pushing me onto my back.  He rolled his dick around the outside of
my shaved pussy for a minute, and then thrust it inside of me.

 I was in ecstasy from the first thrust.  Almost immediately, he reached
around me to grab my ass, driving his dick into me with a vise-like grip.  I
loved it. I could feel his dick pushing into me so far that it hit the back wall of
my cunt.  I moaned louder in pleasure, feeling hot dick filling my pussy.
Slut that I was, I could hear myself begging him for more.

 I came in an eruption of an orgasm, feeling the pussy juice oozing out
of me like lava to cover my bald mound.  His dick kept going in me, fucking
me wildly, as I screamed and thrashed, scratching his back with my nails.   I
relaxed against the bed as my orgasm waned, feeling his stiff prick still
pummeling my wet pussy.

 When he came, it sounded almost as good as mine.  He grunted,
tensing every muscle in his body, and thrust his cock all the way up into me.
I felt like he was going to split me open as he came into my cunt, filling me
with what felt like gallons of HOT cum.  I knew this would have dire
consequences, but I couldn't stop.

 I pushed him off and kneeled nest to him, ready to make him horny
again so I could get more cum.  I reached up to my chest and started to
massage my tingling tits.  I could feel that they had already started to grow
slightly.  I lifted them and rubbed them, tugging on the nipples.

 I kept at my breasts with one hand and reached the other down to my
pussy.  I started to massage my clit, occasionally inserting a finger for more
lubrication.  When his gaze dropped down to where I was playing with
myself, his eyes widened and his hardening dick sprang back to a full
erection.

 I immediately got on my hands and knees in the center of the bed,
sticking my now-wider ass up in the air and wagging it back and forth,
enticingly.  My body was acting against my will, and this surprised even me.
But I was even more surprised at what escaped my mouth when he got
behind me and started to push his dick back into my pussy.

 "Not there," I said.  "I want you in my ass."

 I could feel his dick get even harder against my ass cheeks. Even that
felt good, as he inserted himself into my tighter, back hole and started to fuck
me.  I could feel it rubbing in and out of my back door.  He fucked me there
for a long time, reaching forward to knead my now-larger breasts and pull me
backwards, impaling my ass on his dick.  After almost fifteen minutes, he
started to buck his hips faster, and his hand slipped down from my breast to
my clit.

 I started to cum almost immediately.  His assfuck was great, but the
extra sensation of his finger on my clit sent me over the edge.  I started to
moan even louder, grunting and bucking my hips back against him, sending
his fat dick even further up into my asshole.  My orgasm was intense, and
my thrashing around obviously set him off as well, because I could feel his
hot cum shoot up into my asshole, filling me with warm cum in yet another
hole.  After he stopped fucking my asshole, I was limp.  I just lay there on
the bed for a moment, as I felt it shift.  He got up and headed for the
bathroom and I heard the water running.  I knew he was washing his dick
and I was glad, because I was horny again and I didn't want to play with it
right after he pulled it out of my ass.

 I could feel the tingling sensation in my tits, making me hornier.  I
looked down to see that they were still growing.  Judging from my prior
experience (being turned into a woman does wonders for being able to guess
breast sizes) I figured I was now about a DD-cup. Maybe a little larger.  I
didn't care, though.  Due to Tiffany's hypnosis, I was firmly acting the slut,
and I found myself actually wanting BIGGER breasts.

 He got back on the bed and laid down, obviously expecting to go to
sleep now.  I had other plans.  I jumped into his lap, grinding my dripping
pussy down into his crotch and rubbing my tits up against his chest.  I had
him horny again, I knew, but I didn't want a fuck. I wanted his cum where it
would do the most good.  I trailed my mouth down along his torso, dragging
my breasts before it.  I could feel my nipples rubbing against his skin, getting
bigger and harder even as my tits continued to grow.  When I reached his
cock, I engulfed it into my mouth.

 There was no teasing this time.  I wanted his cum, and I wanted it as
fast as possible.  I licked and sucked on the shaft, swallowing it whole.  I
sucked it as hard as I could.  I could feel it rubbing up against my tongue and
the sides of my mouth, filling my face.

 My hand slipped down to my pussy and started to finger it frantically.
I was rubbing fingers in and out of myself at warp speed, and sucking his
cock as hard as I could.  I could feel myself starting to cum and, moaning
louder, I moved my ass to the side so that he could look past my bobbing
head and see me playing with myself.  Once he took his eyes off of my now
quite substantial melons and saw that I was masturbating, he started to cum.
I orgasmed at the same time.

 His cum started to shoot out of his dick in spurts, but only the first
spurt landed in my mouth.  As soon as I knew he was cumming, I grabbed
his cock with my hand and took it from my mouth, aiming it at my tits.  This
was where I needed the cum most.  He shot loads of cum, all over my tits.  I
was amazed that he had so much left, after the loads that he had planted in my
pussy and asshole.  As he continued to shoot cum onto my tits, I reached up
and slathered it around on them, feeling the tingling increase again as I
rubbed cum into my slippery breasts.  By the time he finished cumming, they
were soaked.

 I didn't stop then, though.  My mouth went right back to his dick,
sucking the semi-erect shaft.  It felt strange to suck a cock that wasn't rock
hard, but all I knew was that I needed him to cum again.  I sucked his soft
dick, rolling it around between my lips, until it began to harden again.  I
could feel him tense up the moment before he started to cum, so I leaned back
and jacked him off, this time getting his full load onto my already cum-
covered titties.  I sighed with relief as it hit.

 I couldn't stop myself, though.  My mouth went right back to his
dick.  I could feel my tits growing, but I just kept sucking. Again and again
he came (and I did, with my hand planted firmly between my legs,) but I kept
going until finally he passed out from even the groggy half-conscious state he
had been in for the last two or three orgasms.  I couldn't get his dick to cum
again, no matter how hard I tried.

 That was ok; I was satisfied (momentarily, at least.)  I found that,
now that he was asleep, I was in control of myself again.  I got up and went
into the bathroom to survey the damage.

 Looking in the mirror, I saw that my breasts were much bigger than
they had been.  They felt like they were about done growing, and they looked
like they were about an E-cup.  On my tiny frame, that looked pretty big.  As
covered with cum as they were, I shouldn't be surprised.  I remembered how
large they had gotten last time, though, and suppressed a shiver.

 Looking at the rest of my body, I saw that my hips seemed wider and
my ass was rounder, but of course nothing was as drastic as the growth in
my chest.  I reached up to touch the huge globes that now hung from my
chest.  I was amazed at how sensitive they were, and how hard my nipples
were.  I started to get horny again, and Tiffany walked nonchalantly into the
bathroom.

 "Sucked him dry, did you?" she asked.

 Now that I wasn't alone, I was out of control again.  All I could do
was nod, while pinching my nipples and tugging on them, trying to entice
Tiffany into letting me touch her.  She held me at arm's length.

 "Wash all that cum off of your tits.  You're coming with me." All I
could do was to comply.  I realized, when I was finished, that there were no
clothes in the apartment to fit my newly enlarged body. I turned towards
Tiffany to see her holding a clump of clothing.

 I took it from her docilely, and sat on the bed to put it on. It consisted
of a bra even skimpier than the one I had worn before, which was an
accomplishment as the tits it was holding up were now much bigger, and a T-
shirt and cut-off jean shorts.  That's it.  No panties.

 I got the bra on, confirming that my tits were now an E-cup, and then
put on the rest.  The T-shirt bared my midriff from just below my tits, and
looked like it was sprayed on.  The shorts were even tighter, and cut off so
short that they rode up my ass.  I could feel the seam of the jeans rubbing up
against my ass crack and my hairless pussy.

Tiffany led me out of the guy's apartment (I realized I didn't know his name)
to her car in the parking lot.  She drove directly back to the building we had
come from, with me sitting in the front seat.

I was squirming around in the seat.  I could feel cum oozing out of my pussy
and my ass, wetting the little jean shorts that were rubbing up against my clit.
I ground my crotch down into the seat, feeling my shorts pull up even tighter
against my cunt and ass.  I couldn't help myself.  I had to masturbate.

I reached down and unzipped my shorts.  I was amazed I was doing this in a
car in the middle of the city, where anyone could see me, but I couldn't stop.
I pushed my hand down into them, spreading and entering my pussy.  The
shorts were so tight I could barely get my hand into them.  I managed,
however, and started working on my pussy.

The other hand reached up to my chest.  I pulled my shirt up over my tits,
anxious to feel them.  All I encountered was bra, however, and I worked at
the clasp mercilessly with one hand.  It was awkward to undo it that way, but
I wasn't about to stop masturbating for a second. Finally, it came undone,
and my tits erupted from their confinement out into the open air.  My nipples
sprang to erection immediately, and I struggled out of my shirt and bra,
throwing the bra out the open window.

Finally, I could feel my tits.  It felt so good to caress those gigantic mounds
of flesh.  My one hand was still working furiously at my pussy, while the
other hand roamed over my tits.  I had enough tit now to give it quite a lot of
area for roaming.  I could feel myself fondling my breasts, pinching and
twisting gently on the nipples, but I wasn't in control.  My arousal and
Tiffany's hypnosis were in control.

I could feel my hand working faster at my pussy, and I knew that I was
nearing an orgasm.  I started to tug harder on my breasts.  My hand worked
furiously at my crotch, confined in it's movements by my tight shorts, and
the other hand was hardly less insistent at it's attentions to my chest.  I could
feel the orgasm coming, and I ground my ass down into the seat.  Thrusting
my finger all the way up into my cunt, I let the orgasm envelop me.  I rode it
out as long as it would last, tugging on my tits and trying to get my finger
further up into my twat.

When it finally subsided, I opened my eyes and looked to the right. We were
stuck at a stoplight, and by the look on the face of the guy in the car next to
us, he'd been watching me for quite a while.  I covered my tits with my
hands, hunting around for my bra and shirt.

"You threw the bra out the window," Tiffany offered from the seat next to
me.  I turned to see her, smirking.  "Here's the shirt, though." She handed it
to me, and I put it on, gratefully.

We kept on driving towards the building I had come from originally. When
we arrived, Tiffany led me straight to my room and left me there, even
though I was begging her for some sex.  There was nothing for me to do but
lay there, and that soon resulted in more dildo-play.  I rammed dildos into my
pussy and asshole for nearly an hour.  I tried to find the same ones I had
emptied earlier, but I could feel the cum oozing out of them the whole time.
Someone must have replaced them. Eventually, I was satisfied enough to
stop, even though I was still horny.  I finally got control of myself, though,
and managed to force myself from the bed to the desk to write this post.

I'm writing this now, having to reach around my gigantic tits to even reach
the keyboard.  I'm naked because I certainly don't have any clothes in the
room to fit tits this big.  I'm sure Tiffany will bring me some in the morning,
though.

Once again, I need your help.  I don't know what you could do, but I
definitely can't do anything on my own.  You have to help me!  I don't know
if I'll even be able to post again; my tits are now so big that they jut out over
the keyboard, and I can't see the keys.  If they get any larger, they'll block
the screen.  Please, if anyone is reading this, you have to help!
 

 Part 3
 

 Ok, obviously nobody saw my last two posts.  Or at least nobody
believed them.  For the last time, I tell you: this is true! It isn't just a story.
I'm only writing about the sex because I have to get it past the moderator.
This is the only group this machine will post to, and if there's no sex, my call
for help won't get through either!

 So here's what's happened since my last post: I fell asleep right after I
sent it off.  Fucking all day long does tend to get you tired.  So I woke up the
next morning, lying on my side and intimately aware of the consequences of
how I'd spent the day before.

 My tits were hanging off of my chest, resting on the bed. They were
huge.  I knew that part of Tiffany's revenge was for my tits to grow, through
my own actions, until they were so big that I was physically just a slut, good
for nothing but fucking.  I had nearly reached that point.  They were nothing
short of huge.  The only thing that scared me was that I knew they could still
get bigger.

 I rolled out of bed; rolled because I couldn't quite sit up. I looked in
the mirror to examine my new body.  To say that I was entirely displeased
would be an overstatement.  The most insidious part of Tiffany's revenge
was that it felt so good.  The more I got fucked and had my tits played with,
the more I wanted to.  My resistance was slipping.  How could I resist
something that felt this good?  I found myself, in odd moments, not wishing
that my tits were smaller, but instead that they were BIGGER.

 I sat back down on the bed.  I really had nothing to do. Tiffany had
set it up that way, of course.  If I had nothing to do but fuck, I'd fuck out of
boredom if nothing else.  I was trying to resist, but I was more than just
bored; I was horny.

 I looked down at myself, amazed at what I had become.  Most of my
field of vision was taken up by my huge, jiggling tits, but I could see
between them just enough to see my bald pussy.  It still seemed strange to
have breasts and a pussy instead of a dick.

 I was still sitting on my bed, trying to stop myself from masturbating,
when Tiffany came in.  Immediately, I started to act like a slut.  The worst
part was, part of me wasn't acting any more. Part of me had taken on the role
as reality.  That's what really scared me.

 Tiffany came over to the bed and started to fondle one of my breasts.
I was in heaven.  I arched my back and thrust my tit out into her hand, aching
for her to touch me more.

 "Nice," she said.  "Not too bad.  Just about as big as mine."

 I looked to find that she was correct; my breasts were now as big as
her G-cup melons.  Part of me cringed, and part of me wanted to beam with
pride.

 "Well, let's get you up and dressed," she said.  She went over to the
dresser and tossed me two pieces of clothing.  I picked them up and stood
there for a moment, waiting for more.

 "What are you waiting for?" Tiffany asked.  "No underwear for you.
Those tits wouldn't jiggle nearly as much if we put them in a bra."

 Looking down at the clothes that were all I would be allowed to wear,
I felt some apprehension.  My fears got worse when I put them on.  A tight,
thin T-shirt covered my tits, at least in theory, but my hard little nipples were
clearly visible through the fabric.  The skirt was even worse.  It barely hung
down past my crotch and it was pleated, tight across my hips but flaring
lower, so that it would blow in the wind.  I knew that my ass would be
visible whenever I walked.

 "You spent so much time fingering yourself in the car yesterday that I
thought I'd give you easier access," Tiffany said. "Do you like it?"

 "Yes," I answered against my will.  Or mostly against my will. The
part of me that was starting to enjoy the sex was also starting to enjoy
showing off my body.  I certainly had enough to show off, now.

 "Good.  Follow me," Tiffany continued, and led me out of the room.
I followed her down the halls and out of the building.  We walked towards
her car, and I could feel the wind blowing at my skirt. The street wasn't
crowded, but we weren't alone, and I know some of the guys there got quite
a view.  The skirt swayed, revealing the bottoms of my ass cheeks as I
walked, but at one point a gust of wind blew it completely up in the back.  I
held it down in the front with my hands, but my naked ass was completely
visible.

 As I walked on, I looked around me.  Some of the guys on the street
were staring at me, and looked away when I met their eyes.  I could see
bulges in almost all of their crotches.  I wondered what they'd think if they
knew that I was actually a man.

 We got in the car and Tiffany started driving.  I wasn't quite as turned
on as I had been yesterday, so I was able to pay some attention to street signs
and such.  No luck.  I didn't recognize a single street or building.  It occurred
to me that Tiffany could have taken me anywhere while I was unconscious;
there was no reason to think that this was the same city I had started in.

 As we drove, I found myself paying less and less attention to my
surroundings.  My skirt, while long enough (barely!) to cover most of my
ass while standing, was woefully inadequate when I was sitting down.  That
didn't bother me when I first got into the car, because I was at least covered,
but the longer the ride went on, with my bare ass and pussy against the hot
leather of the seat, the more aroused I got.  I could feel my pussy getting wet;
the juice began to leak out of me and onto the seat.

 The car, of course, was an expensive sports car.  With every touch on
the accelerator, the whole car vibrated and throbbed with power.  Including
my seat.  I didn't want a repeat of yesterday's scene, but I found myself
uncontrollably grinding my pussy and ass down into the seat, rolling my hips
back and forth in a slight thrusting motion, like women do when they are
extremely aroused.  I was fighting the urge to masturbate even harder than I
had before, mostly because there was now a part of me that WANTED to do
it, even apart from Tiffany's conditioning.  But I couldn't stop myself from
humping down against the seat, rubbing my wet pussy against it.  I could feel
the pussy juice leaking out of me, lubricating my whole crotch and ass.  I
could feel my tight, hard little nipples jutting out into the cool air, clearly
visible through the thin fabric of the T-shirt.

 I had reached my limit, and was about to start playing with myself,
when Tiffany pulled over.  Deftly parallel parking the car, she got out and
gestured for me to follow.

 "We walk from here on in," she said.

 As I got out of the car, I could feel that that might be even worse.  My
pussy was now soaking wet, and I could feel the wind blowing up my short
skirt and against my hot wet mound.  It felt amazingly cool.  As we walked, I
found myself swinging my hips in a wider arc, making the skirt sway more
and making it even more obvious that I wasn't wearing any underwear under
it.  The street we were on now was much more crowded than the one earlier,
and I started to attract more than my share of notice from male eyes.  What
really frightened me was that I was starting to enjoy it.

 The wind was picking up and I could feel it, even cooler now, against
my wet pussy.  Suddenly a gust rose up, blowing my skirt completely up.
As aroused as I was, there was no Marilyn Monroe-esque modesty from me;
I simply stood there, legs slightly apart, my bare shaven pussy and ass
clearly visible to everyone on the street, until the wind died down and my
skirt dropped into place.  Then I kept on walking as if nothing had happened.

 I felt, as I continued on, a strange sense of pride.  And certainly a
strong arousal from what I had done.  That scared me even more, but I was
starting not to care.  I followed Tiffany into a building.

 She led me through a series of corridors.  To say I was horny as hell
would be an understatement.  I was nearing the breaking point. My pussy
juice was running down my legs, and my nipples were so hard they were
reduced to tiny little points.  I needed sex more than I ever thought possible.

 Tiffany led me into a room off of a corridor.  I knew when I walked
in that Tiffany had something strange in mind for me.  The only thing in the
room was a chair, sort of like a dentist's chair, but it had restraints, and the
leg section was separated into two parts, side by side, with separate restraints
for each leg.

 "You want some sex, don't you?" Tiffany asked.  She was answered
by enthusiastic nodding from me.  Though it scared me, I was actually
starting to FEEL enthusiastic.  "Well, get in the chair. It's the only way you'll
get any."

 Without hesitation, I climbed on.  Tiffany came over to me to strap
me in.  When she finished, I was completely immobile.  She came back
around the front of the chair.

 "Do you want it?" she asked, teasingly.

 "Please!" I begged, straining against the restraints.  Shaking around
in the chair, I was causing my huge tits to jiggle and jump around out of
control.

 "Well, you're not going to get it from me," she said, and walked out
of the room.

 I was in agony!  My arms and legs were securely belted into the chair,
so I couldn't even touch myself to try to get some relief. And I needed relief.
As much as it pained me to admit it, even to myself, I wanted to cum.  I
wanted something in my pussy.  I NEEDED to be penetrated, needed
something inside of me.

 I thrashed around in the chair even harder, trying to escape my
restraints.  Tiffany had belted me in too securely; the only thing I
accomplished was to make my titanic breasts jiggle and leap around wildly on
my chest.  I strove harder against my bonds, but to no avail.

 Suddenly, the door reopened, and Tiffany walked inside.  She didn't
say a word to me; she just walked over to the side of the room and took down
what looked to be a control box of some sort from the wall.  It had a whole
bunch of unlabeled buttons all over its face. Looking up at me with a smirk,
Tiffany pushed a button.

 I could feel the chair splitting under my legs, spreading them further
and further apart.  I was actually surprised at how far they spread before it
began to hurt.  My new female body was apparently much more limber than
my old, male one.  Just as it began to hurt, Tiffany stopped.  My legs were
spread in an amazing split.

 "Please..." I heard myself moan.  "Please...lick my pussy...I need
it."

 "Well," Tiffany said, pretending indecision.  "Maybe just a little bit."

 She kneeled in front of the chair and touched my hairless cunt with
her hands.  I would have thought she was spreading my cunt lips, if they
weren't already as spread as possible.  Lightly, gently, she blew against my
sopping wet pussy.  I could feel the amazing coolness against the hot inside
of my hole.  I wanted more.

 Tiffany didn't disappoint.  She lowered her head to my crotch,
gingerly extending her tongue and just barely teasing my engorged clit.  I
bucked my hips forward, anxious for more pleasure, but she withdrew.
When my soft, rounded ass settled back into the seat, she moved her tongue
back into position, barely brushing at my clit.  My whole body tensed with
arousal and anticipation, but I didn't try to buck my pussy into her face again.
I didn't want to do anything that might make her stop.

 After a while, Tiffany started to increase her attentions to my pussy.
She licked at my clit more forcefully now, rubbing her tongue up against it
and rolling around it, pushing it back and forth. She also alternated with
inserting her tongue as far as it could go into me.  That wasn't very far
compared to a dick, but right then I was so crazed for penetration that it felt
wonderful.  My breathing was coming quick and shallow now, and it was
causing my immense breasts to bobble and jiggle on my chest.  I could feel
my nipples, already rock hard, hardening even more, grinding themselves
into smaller and smaller points of arousal.  I wanted nothing more than to
reach up and touch my breasts, stroking them and rubbing my palms against
my aching nipples as Tiffany ate my pussy, but as hard as I struggled against
the restraints, they didn't budge.

 Just as I was nearing orgasm, Tiffany leapt from my crotch as if from
a hot iron.  I was crazy with lust, desperate for an orgasm. With a full-blown
grin on her face, Tiffany walked to the door and opened it.  In walked a line
of guys.

 So help me, I have no idea how many there were.  I didn't count; I
didn't even look at their faces.  I noticed only one thing: their dicks.  They
were all naked, and all their dicks were standing at attention, which was an
impressive sight.  There wasn't a single one of those cocks that was less than
nine inches.  Some may have been as long as thirteen or fourteen.  Apart
from that, they were all hairless.  I don't really like pubic hair, on males or
females, and right then the clean lines of all those hairless cocks were making
my pussy drip with anticipation.  My mind retreated into a fog as I struggled
to reach them, struggled to get some relief.

 The guys seemed to take all of this as a matter of course.  I wouldn't
know about such things, but I would expect that if you are walking naked
into a room with a baloon-titted blonde strapped to a chair with her legs
spread, you probably got into it of your own volition, and you probably
know exactly what's about to happen.  Which is: she's about to get fucked.

 I got fucked.

 The first guy walked over to my spread pussy and put his bald dick
inside me.  I could feel him thrusting into me without any hesitation or delay.
It felt great.  I had been dying to be penetrated, and suddenly here I was with
an endless supply of dick.  I could feel him pumping his shaft in and out of
my hot, wet hole. There was definitely no finesse involved, he was purely
out to get himself off, and all I was to him was a convenient hole to stick his
dick in.  That was fine with me.  In the shape I was in, all I needed was to be
fucked.  That was all it took, and my orgasm took off like a rocket.

 I could feel it beginning and was actually glad of the restraints,
because they meant that I didn't have to exert any effort to keep getting
fucked.  All I had to do (in fact all I did) was to lay there and let myself cum.
And what a climax it was.

 When I could manage coherent thought again, I slowly became aware
that the guy pumping his meat in and out of my pussy was groaning louder
now, about to cum himself.  He shot it up into me with a loud grunt of relief
and release.  I could feel the hot wet wad of his load inside of my pussy,
hotter and wetter than my pussy juice.  I could also feel the tingling sensation
that was spreading throughout my body, centering in my tits and in my
crotch.  I didn't care.  It was a warm, pleasant feeling, and even if it made my
tits grow, I didn't mind.  All it would mean was more fucking.

 And more fucking was definitely what was happening.  As the guy
who had just spent his load in my pussy disengaged himself and backed
away, Tiffany pushed more buttons on her control box.  I felt the chair move
under me.  It reclined back until I was lying down instead of half-sitting, and
the restraints at my wrists disengaged, leaving me free to move my arms
below the elbows.  The seat of the chair began to break into two pieces,
spreading under my ass cheeks. The chair being vinyl, and my ass cheeks
being rather hot and sticky, my ass was spread as well and my asshole was
exposed.  I could see the crowd of men milling around me, jostling for a
chance at one of my orifices.

 One of them moved out of the crowd and started to fuck me in my
pussy.  Another somehow got underneath me and started fucking my ass.
There must have been some kind of support or something under the chair to
hold him there, in a position to enter my back door, but I couldn't see it
because yet another guy had situated himself to one side of my head.  I turned
my head towards him and saw his enormous, hairless erection poking out
towards my face.  Horny slut that I was, I took it between my lips and started
sucking.  I felt two more guys on either side of the chair take each of my
hands and lead them to their cocks.  I started to jack them off.

 I figured that the guys with their dicks in my pussy and asshole
would take care of themselves, and they did.  I could feel both their cocks
thrusting furiously into me, at front and back, and they certainly seemed like
they were enjoying themselves without my active participation.  So I turned
my attention to the dicks I could exert some more direct effort on.  Namely,
the ones in my mouth and both my hands.

 Sucking dick is easier if you used to have one yourself.  I knew
exactly what felt good, and I proceeded to do it.  I licked all up and down the
shaft of the dick, engulfing it into my mouth, but I spent more time just
licking at the head and the very tip.  I took the head of his dick into my mouth
and sucked as hard as I could on just that, while swirling my tongue around
it.  I knew, from my own experience, how good that felt.

 The dicks that I was masturbating with either hand received similar
treatment.  I jacked them off as hard and fast as I could, stroking the entire
shaft but paying special attention to the head.  I loved feeling the smoothness
of them; I loved jacking them from head to base and not encountering any
hair.  Unsurprisingly, I was soon rewarded with what I wanted: thick, hot
loads of cum, shooting out of both their dicks and landing on my tits.  I could
feel the tingling step up a notch.

 The guy with his dick in my mouth started to groan more about then,
as the two that had just spent their loads on my tits backed away and two
more came to take their place.  I started to jack off their replacements, but my
main attention was focused on the dick that I was sucking.  Without my
hands to give it extra sensation and guide it towards my mouth, I had to do
everything with my lips.  I was sucking on it extra hard to make sure it didn't
slip out of my mouth, and that was only making the guy come faster.  As he
started to grunt and spasm uncontrollably, and the jism began to shoot out of
his dick, I sucked it in deeper and harder, anxious not to lose it in the moment
of truth.  I swallowed all his hot cum, feeling it run down my throat and
make a warm spot in the pit of my belly.  That warm spot only intensified the
tingling in my tits even further.

 The dicks pumping me in my pussy and ass were rapidly approaching
orgasm, and I clenched my openings to intensify their pleasure.  By the
grunts that escaped the lips of the guys fucking me, I think that did the trick.
I marveled again that I was actually being fucked; that I actually had two
cocks INSIDE of me (three, counting the one I was sucking) and I was
ENJOYING it.  I didn't have long to marvel, however, because my own
orgasm was approaching even more rapidly than those of the guys.

 As I began to cum, I felt the two guys fucking me spurt their loads in
my pussy and ass.  The warm, wet feeling of their cum inside of me, as well
as the increased tingling sensation resulting from that cum, stretched my own
orgasm and fired it up to new heights.  I could feel myself cumming, out of
control.  I could hear myself screaming in pleasure around the dick that was
stuffed in my mouth.  "More! More!" was the only thought I could frame in
my head, but I'm sure I wasn't screaming anything even that coherent.  For a
while, I was completely unconscious of what was happening to me, the
pleasure was so intense, but when I came back to reality, it hadn't changed
much.  I was still servicing five dicks.

 I could feel the increased weight on my chest.  I wrenched my face
away from the dick I was sucking to look at my tits.  They were gigantic.
They stood up on my chest like twin mountains, jutting nearly a foot into the
air.  They were nothing but huge mounds of flesh, standing off my chest,
tingling pleasurably, and growing all the time.  I couldn't stop them.  Worse,
I didn't WANT to stop them. The bigger they got, the better they felt, and
they were feeling pretty good already.

 From across the room, Tiffany called to me.  "Do you want me to let
you out of those restraints?" she asked.

 "Yes!" I cried.  "Please!"

 "Why?  Is it so that you can suck and fuck more guys?"

 "Yes!" I cried again, and at that moment it was the honest truth.

 Tiffany punched more buttons on her control panel, and the chair's
restraints retracted.  The chair itself moved over to the corner of the room as
soon as I got off of it, leaving me in the center of the room, surrounded by a
bunch of horny guys.  I didn't waste any time.  I dropped to my knees, ready
to service the nearest guy in my mouth.  I took his smooth cock in between
my lips, sucking it down my throat.  I wanted more cum.

 At the same time, I could feel hands all over my body, grabbing and
feeling at the curves I now possessed.  They were kneading my gigantic tits
and groping my round ass, and I couldn't help but love it.  Tiffany's mind
control was taking over my personality, and remaking me into the horny slut
that she wanted.  I had no way to stop it.

 And it felt so good!  As I knelt on the floor, sucking dick, the hands
on my body slowly moved me, changing my position so that I was crouching
on all fours in the center of the room.  The guy whose dick I was sucking
started to cum, and I removed his cock from my mouth, jerking it full force
with my hand.  He shot his cum all over my dangling breasts, and then
another guy moved to take his place.  I sucked his dick down as well.

 From behind me, I could feel someone positioning his dick at the
entrance to my asshole.  As you might guess, it wasn't all that tight, so he
slid it into me without any difficulty.  I was crouched on my hands and
knees, with a dick in my mouth and another in my ass, and my tits had
grown so huge that my nipples were brushing against the floor as these guys
fucked me at both ends.  My tits leapt back and forth, swaying madly from
the movement of fucking.

 Both guys shot their loads into me, and the tingling increased.  More
guys took their places, some fucking my asshole, some fucking my pussy.
All of them pushed their dicks in and out of me for a while then came,
providing me with more of what I needed.  I needed cum.  I couldn't get
enough.

 After a while, I found myself being flipped over onto my back. I
didn't put up any resistance; I was long past that.  As long as I kept getting
more cum, I was happy.  The tingling had increased to the point where I was
orgasming constantly, and that was about all I could think about.

 One of the guys sat down on my belly, rubbing his huge, hairless
cock around on my chest.  My tits had long since grown to insane
proportions.  They were larger than bowling balls; larger than basketballs.
They were nearing the size of beach balls, still round and more or less firm,
standing out on top of my chest.  It was hard to breathe because of the weight
of my huge mounds, bearing down on my chest.  I could see my nipples,
looking ridiculously small on such disproportionate breasts, jutting out like
hard little points.

 His dick was dwarfed by my huge chest, but I could feel it moving
back and forth between my tits.  It was amazingly pleasurable. I was well
lubricated there with numerous loads of cum, so he didn't have any problem
sliding around.

 I've heard it said that tit-fucking isn't nearly as fun for the girl as it is
for the guy, and I tend to believe that it's that way for real women.  In my
case, on the other hand, it's probably MORE fun for me.  Whether it's an
effect of Tiffany's various treatments, or just that I'm not used to having
breasts, my tits are extremely sensitive.  And the bigger they get, the more
sensitive they become. As huge as they had grown, I could feel his dick there
even more than I had when my pussy was being fucked.  And it gave me
even more pleasure.  Don't ask me why; I think it might have been because
that was where I needed the cum, but all I knew right then was that I was in
heaven.  I never wanted him to stop fucking my tits.  It felt too good.

 Needless to say, he kept tit-fucking me until he came, and then
someone else was quick to take his place.  My tits kept absorbing the cum
that spattered onto them, and growing with every load.  The cum soaked
them, lubricating them more so that each guy was rubbing his bald dick
around on my tits, lubricated with the cum of all the guys that had gone
before him.  I didn't care how filthy I was getting; I couldn't even stop
screaming in ecstasy to think about it. I was orgasming constantly, for at least
an hour, while this mob of guys proceeded to tit-fuck me into oblivion.

The only act that I could perform was to play with my tits, pushing them up
against one another to completely envelop even the largest of these cocks.  A
fourteen-inch dick disappeared without a trace in between my gigantic
breasts.  I also played with my nipples, to enhance my own excitement.  I
was pinching them between my fingers as hard as I could, as well as twisting
them and yanking on them.  I was so horny; anything I did to them felt
fantastic.  I had some trouble, however, doing anything to my tits.  By this
time, they were not only so slathered with cum that my hands slid all over
them, impossibly trying to get a grip, but they were too huge and rounded to
actually grab hold of.  My hands, smaller than they had been when I was a
man, could find no purchase on these gigantic bags of flesh.  There wasn't a
basketball player alive who could palm these things.

I don't know how long they fucked me.  It was hours, at least.  I don't
remember any other positions after they put me on my back and tit-fucked
me, so I think that they ended with that, but I was so sex-crazed that I'm not
sure what really happened.  I certainly don't remember the end of it.  The
next thing I remember, I woke up.  I found myself back in the room I had
occupied since Tiffany transformed me, with a huge weight on my chest.

I sat up.  Actually, I TRIED to sit up.  I couldn't manage it.  I was lying on
my back, and my tits were filling up the whole bottom of my field of vision.
They were up against my chin as I lay there, and sticking way up into the air
as well.

I reached up over my head to grab the bedpost.  Using it for leverage I
managed, with quite a bit of effort, to pull myself up to a sitting position.  My
tits were resting firmly in my lap.

I looked across the room at the mirror.  I saw myself sitting in bed with my
gigantic, perfectly round tits resting on my thighs.  They took up my whole
torso.  I was horrified.

At the same time, though, I was loving it.  I was a slut.  I loved to have big
tits, the bigger the better.  And it was definitely making me horny.

I climbed out of bed with difficulty, pulling myself along with the bed frame.
I tried to stand up straight, but it was impossible.  The best I could manage
was to lean forward, bracing my hands against the walls, while I walked
sideways over to the dresser.  My huge tits hung down from my chest,
swaying.  Amazingly, they didn't hurt or feel like they were going to tear.  In
fact, they felt pretty good.

I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, from behind.  Leaning way over
as I was (as I had to, so my tits could hang comfortably,) my ass was
sticking straight out towards the mirror.  It was huge!  I knew from last time
that it didn't grow at such a rapid rate as my tits, but it had definitely filled out
since I last looked at it.  It was rounded and smooth, and I could see my
smooth pussy between my cheeks, and my puckered asshole higher up.

I tore my gaze away from my behind and made my way slowly to the
dresser.  If I had kept on looking at myself in the mirror, I would never have
gotten to the dresser.  And I definitely wanted to get to the dresser. When I
reached it, I took out what I needed and staggered my way back to the bed.
Lying down was so much more comfortable, even if there was a lot of weight
on my chest.  I started to caress my huge tits.

I had gone to the dresser because I couldn't stop myself.  I was horny.  I
needed to be fucked.  I knew what it would do to me, since all these dildos
seemed to be loaded with cum, but I couldn't resist.

I rubbed my hands all over my gigantic tits.  They stuck way up on top of my
chest, with the little nipples (for the size of my breasts, my nipples were tiny)
jutting up into the air.  I could feel the air blowing against my nipples,
actually, and my nipples getting harder. I reached up and started to tease
them, just brushing them with my fingertips.  I moved on to pinching them,
then twisting them, then kneading my whole breast, or at least as much of it
as I could.  I did all the things that felt best to me, since I had grown these
huge things on my chest.  I played with my breasts until I was so aroused
that I couldn't hold back any longer, then I started in with the dildos.

They were the largest I could find, and they were all molded like totally
realistic cocks, complete with balls.  They were as hairless as the cocks that
had fucked me last night, but that was a turn-on rather than a detriment.  The
smallest was a full fourteen inches long.  The largest was seventeen.  After
last night, I didn't worry. I was sure I could take all three.

The smallest dildo I buried up my asshole.  I could feel it filling me up in my
rear opening.  It felt good, to be so full there.  As soon as I stuck it in, I
could feel the cool cum oozing out of it into my back door.  I clenched down
on it with my butt muscles and was rewarded with a thicker flow.  The
tingling sprung up in my chest.  I pushed the fake dick as far as I could up
into my ass and then went on to the next one.

The next largest dildo I took into my mouth.  I sucked it down like there was
no tomorrow, anxious to get some cum out of it.  A steady flow started to
squeeze out of the rubber cock and into my mouth, intensifying the tingling in
my tits.  I sucked harder.  I wanted more cum, but I also wanted more dick in
my mouth.  I loved it.  I wanted nothing more than to suck this huge, fake
dick down my throat.

The final, seventeen-inch dildo I rammed into my smooth, hairless pussy.
My pussy looked as bald as that of a young girl, but no young girl could ever
take this much dick into her.  I was grunting with the strain myself, even after
last night's exercise.  My pussy walls were stretched to their limit.  As I
looked down, through the narrow crevasse between my rapidly expanding
tits, I was amazed that anything as long and thick as that could fit inside me.
But it did.  I was determined to take it in as far as it could go.  I kept
cramming inch after inch into me, until finally I felt it hit bottom.  I began to
ram it in and out of my pussy, loving the sensation of being fully, almost
painfully, filled by it.  I could feel the cum coming out of the tip, a much
thicker stream than either of the other dildos could produce.  The tingling in
my chest began again, and my first orgasm started to hit me.

After playing with my sex toys for quite a long time, I realized that I wasn't
alone.  Tiffany was sitting in a chair across from my bed, stark naked,
playing with herself, and obviously enjoying the show that I was making.  I
didn't care.  I was proud that I turned her on so much.

"Take that dildo out of your mouth," she said.  "I want to talk to you."

I did what she told me.

"How do you like what I've done to you?" she asked.

"I love it!" I responded.  It was the unadorned truth.

"Is there anything else you want?"

I thought about it for a moment.  "Bigger titties," I replied.  "Bring those
guys back in.  I want to be fucked.  I want more cum.  I want..."

Tiffany cut me off.  "OK, OK," she replied.  "They'll be here.  Just give me
until tomorrow.  I want to give you some time to think about what you just
asked for."  She paused for emphasis.  "You see, I read your little brag
session on the Internet.  I got kind of a kick out of it, actually.  That was
what gave me the idea for letting you post to the moderated newsgroup.  But
you don't want to do that anymore, do you?"  She delivered her last comment
with an evil grin: "I'm glad you like being my little slut now."

With that, she turned and walked out.

I found myself back in control, probably for the last time.  I was able to drag
myself out of bed, though my tits were even larger than before.  Bent over as
I was, they hung down to my knees.

The worst of it is, I can feel it.  Even without anyone else in the room, I still
kind of want it.  I don't mind my body so much anymore, and that scares me
more than anything.

I'm typing this now with one hand; that's what took me so long.  My tits are
so huge I can't get both hands to the keyboard at once. They're sitting in my
lap right now, and I'm fingering my pussy with my free hand while I type
this.  I'm just so horny; I can't get enough.

It looks so weird to see those words appear on the screen in front of me.  MY
TITS are too big, I can't reach the keys.  I'm fingering MY PUSSY.  Only
days ago, I didn't have tits and a pussy, I had a dick. But it seems so hard to
remember, now.  I can feel my pussy, hot and wet, and my slick finger
moving in and out of me.  I can run my finger all over my cunt, feeling the
smoothness of the shaved skin.  I can rub my hard little clit...

I've got to stop this!  I'm starting to enjoy it again.  You've got to help me.
Tomorrow, Tiffany is going to bring in the guys and they'll fuck me again.
After that, my tits will be so big I doubt I'll be able to type at all.  And I doubt
I'll want to.  I can feel my own mind slipping away.

Help me.  I don't know what you can do, but do something!

Help!