The XXXorcist

By The Maven

When my wife was nursing our firstborn, I thought it was great. They both seemed so happy, and why not? I was pretty happy, too - a new baby, a good marriage with a beautiful wife, and when the baby didn't finish, I was called in to finish relieving my dear "Cara," of the pressure in her breasts. As anyone who's had a baby knows, sometimes they'll finish one breast and go to sleep, leaving poor mom with one relaxed and one fully engorged breast.

I'd always loved her great big bountiful breasts, they were soft and lovely, with sensitive areolae. To my perpetual amazement, I could sometimes get her to climax with just manual nipple stimulation. With my mouth sucking tenderly on her peaks, she would almost always cum. And putting my mouth on her big, stiff nipple while cradling her great, cushiony breast with both hands was a heavenly experience. She was a DD cup when we met, and sometimes in bed I would lean back and look at her, and think how her body was so perfect I could hardly stand it.

"Cara" was womanly - plush. Healthy enough to go hiking with me, and soft enough to provide "warmth in the winter and shade in the summer."

But with her breastfeeding, her DD bras had to be put aside. She grew right past E cups and had to stuff her whoppers into F's! After our child was weaned, she did shrink back to an E cup, but the old DD bras had to be given away.

"Cara" had always been a very sensual woman, and a woman in the know will tell you that nursing, caring for a baby generally, is a very physical, sensual experience. And I'm pleased to report that this spilled over into our marriage - when a few months had passed and we could make love again, "Cara" took to it with a gusto I remembered from our first years together. As a bonus, she would "let down" when she was excited, and positively needed for me to nurse from her. It hurt her to be so engorged. I had no complaints! I loved suckling her milk, it was terrific, and downright hot! I'd suck on her spouting nipples, and she'd get turned on even more, milk would be streaming into my mouth. With one nipple pouring into my mouth, I might watch the other drip, drip, drip - for some reason the sight of that second bounty, her cornucopia of milk - it made me stiffer than stiff. Sometimes our lovemaking would lead to our sharing her milk, and sometimes my helping her with her milk would lead to lovemaking. It was a pretty good deal. I loved to unveil her tremendous, wobbling breasts. When she was not engorged with milk, they were firm enough, but when she was filling up, her breasts would grow taut, and looking at her bulging chest made my shorts plenty taut, too. Sometimes she'd be just bursting with milk, and her tremendous ta-tas seemed to beg for my tenderest attentions. Boy, was that good. She told me it not only gave her awesome sexual feelings, but made her feel very close to me. I love that woman, and I was happy to share.

I guess it was two or three years after the weaning that "Cara" surprised me by saying that she missed breastfeeding, or more precisely, that she missed the sensations, the lusty side of our breastfeeding nights. Well, I readily offered to help her recapture that experience in any way we could, and so she got right to researching re-lactation. We got her some herbs, a hormonal supplement, and I took charge of nursing at her nipples as often as humanly possible. Still, I was surprised how soon she got drops of milk to come. Much later, I found out she had sucked on her own nipples when I was at work.

Soon, it was just like the old days - she loved giving milk, and gave it to me as often as she could. We made love like teenagers, and when she would cum, (which was all the damn time,) she would spray milk! The F bras came out of the drawers again, but soon overflowed - her beautiful, milky breasts grew so much we had to special-order them in G. Soon those too had her breasts bubbling over their seams, and we had to invest in size GG! Maybe it was the "exercise" they got, but her bosoms were as shapely as before, when she was a "mere" DD! I loved to bury my face in her warm, pillowy flesh. When she would take me to my limit and I shot my sperm into her, I would cum buckets from all the stimulation! My doctor even asked me what I was doing to get in shape. What I was doing was making love to my wife and drinking her plentiful milk, daily! (Okay, the lovemaking averaged 5.5 times a week. Happy?) Making love to her was quite literally a sensual feast. I'd start leaking pre-cum just from having my mouth around her wonderful boobs, even before she touched me. At night I would dream about how her breasts grew and grew.

"Cara" has great hands, and I always loved how she touched me. And she knew how much I loved nursing from her. We even developed a little game.

I'd lay stretched out perpendicular to her, while she sat up in bed. Her huge, bulging breasts took up most of her torso that way. I'd lock on to nurse her breast, while she masturbated me. If I could hold on and not cum before one breast was completely drained, I'd win. She won every time. She stroked me so well, and her massive breast in my face was such a turn-on, I couldn't bear it. I would burst, spraying semen all around. Also, her breasts held a LOT of milk. They were tremendous! And I would bet that in the time it took me to drain a quart, they could make a pint more. I admit it, I didn't really mind losing.
Once, just once I almost won. I do have a competitive side, and that day I saw that I could win, for a change. She stroked me slowly and lovingly. (she knew how proud I was of my schlong, and would indulge my ego, comparing it favorably to the Empire State Building. Looking for a statement of my size in inches? Well, it's big. Erections, by definition, are big - use your imagination.) I stroked her areola, her big cog-shaped nipple with my tongue.

About the time I got fully stiff was about the time her milk really began to flow. She stroked, and I sucked. And she stroked, and I sucked. And she stroked, and . . . Her way with masturbating me was really, really good. Her fingers have soft pads, and when she would slide her hand up and down my length, she'd stop just under the crown with a little twisting motion. I'd guided her over the years as to what made me feel best, and by now she could play me like a violin. She'd cram my length into her lotioned fist and roll her hands over my begging hardness, vary her strokes, frig and rub and . . . well, basically have her way with me. That day, she realized after a while that I was not even near to cumming, but that her breast, huge as it was, wasn't inexhaustible. She started rubbing me more determinedly, and squashing her breast against my face. Well, that gained a point for her. I got even stiffer whenever she did that, as she knew. But that day I smelled victory, and I was determined to have it. My pole pulsed larger and larger under her ministrations, she was like hot butter on my prong. She knew just what I liked, and was pulling out all her little tricks. She reached around, under my scrotum, and pressed hard on the base of my penis inside my body, making the whole thing stiffer yet. She rubbed down there, too, adding even more stimulation. I just sucked and swallowed, sucked and swallowed on that huge breast, holding it with both hands, squeezing her goodness into my mouth as fast as I could. Each of her breasts was so gigantic that my face and two hands could be fully pressed against one and not touch each other - not even be close to each other.

She began to understand that this would be close, that her usually easy win was not going to come easy today. Her hand never stopped rubbing over my sensitive, reaching pole. She was inexorably inching me closer to orgasm, but I was steadily working my way towards emptying her. Already, her wonderful milk was thicker - I was getting hind-milk! That's the last milk in the breast, you know. I felt the hot lava gathering inside me, and I felt her straining to have it from me. She was willing it to explode, I knew. I pushed it down, held it in as best I could while she was coaxing, coaxing it to burst out.

She pulled out all the stops. Stroking my stiff-standing penis maniacally, fanatically, she then used her left hand to pull down the skin on the base of my thick prong (she can almost reach all the way around it.) This makes the skin all over the penis very taut, and veeerrry sensitive. I felt the semen like a hot sea inside me, roiling and now pounding against the dam. Her masturbating hand pumped up and down, raining sensations into my core. I clamped down even harder on her ever-spraying nipple, to drain her of every last drop before she could drain me. She moaned with an on-coming orgasm. Usually she would shudder quietly, but a big one was welling up in her. Besides, she knew it could only make me shoot off sooner if she let herself cum loudly. I felt her shake against me, jiggling those gigantic breasts against me and bucking in her place. She was more out of control than usual, but my stoneware erection didn't get one moment's rest - she rubbed me all the more as she came and came.

Pre-cum was flowing from me freely now, not even dripping, but oozing in a regular rivulet. I held on for control, knowing that her ceaseless, gripping hand would positively have my cum sooner or later, knowing only it would be as "later" as I could humanly make it. My penis quaked, my balls practically hummed with the effort. I was trying my best to hang on, to keep my cum inside me. It felt like a huge wedge of semen was growing and growing inside me, and I felt it pounding.

I was almost done on her left breast. It was soft, baby soft now, and I mashed myself against it desperately. She tried her one tactic that never failed, she leaned forward to let her full, hot right breast rest on my stomach. This always set me off in paroxysms of cum-spitting orgasm. But today I was like a beast. I held on savagely. Her enormous right breast weighing on my stomach was positively hard from being so full of unexpressed milk. Her ploy was so stimulating it had me pumping my hips against the bed, even though it meant driving harder against her hand. But I was desperately holding back. I was milking her the best I could, driving her to her own orgasm.

The semen in me felt like a kegful. A pressurized keg, full of foamy stuff to shoot. It wanted out so badly. I held it, sucking as if for dear life, and trying hard to keep it in despite the maddenly wonderful breasts pressed against me, despite her never-stopping stimulation of my stiffer-than-stiff staff. It felt like a sausage that might pop any moment. She was doing her level best to get it to explode. But I knew I had only a minute to go before her breast would be drained, empty. The lava inside me inched forward, forcing its way to the surface. I fought it like I'd never fought anything. She only pumped and pumped my now huger-than-ever staff. I saw on her face that she was wondering how I'd resisted her so long. I glanced down there and it was a frightening sight, purple in the head and hard, rock-hard. It looked like a flagpole.

Then she did something that she'd never done before. There was more semen than I had ever felt bottled up in me, and she kept frigging, rubbing and tickling my huge hard-on to get it out. Then she laid her left hand across her right breast, the still-full one, and pressed down on the whole wide bulk of her huge mammary. Hot milk rocketed out of that nipple, spraying all over me. It was too much. When I felt the torrents of white hit me, all the cum inside me shot out at once. There wasn't even any pumping inside me, just a single stream that shot and shot and shot. She stopped stroking in wonderment at the huge geyser my wooden-hard flagpole was. I came so hard I let go of her red nipple, and shot, and spurted and spat white cum until there was suddenly no more in my semen-pipes to spurt. I was cumming and cumming, but no more stuff was coming out of me. Then, as my orgasm moved from gushing to pumping, the supplies caught up to the demand and more white semen welled up in me and shot out, catching "Cara" by surprise. She'd been bending in for a closer look when I'd stopped shooting, and the first bolt flew right to her cheek. She laughed and grabbed me again, holding my body to hers as I spurt and spurt until I couldn't raise another shot. Then, I weakly put my head back to her nipple - there was still one more half-mouthful of milk in her.

*Whew!*

As the weeks went by I had to ask myself, why is "Cara" producing so much milk? Why are her breasts growing and growing?
And what kind of person goes around with quotations around her name, anyway?

We were getting dressed to have dinner at a posh place with Frank and Ray, two Army buddies of mine who had flown in from the other coast. Whenever we had a night on the town, I’d have to empty her breasts just beforehand. Taking her tremendous, fleshy globes in hand, and mouth, I went to work. It was some time before her breasts were as empty and soft as they could be again, but even so, her breasts had grown so much lately that they barely fit into the strapless dress. As enormous as her bra was, it still could barely hold those breasts of hers – and it had the effect of a push-up bra, because there just wasn’t enough room in those gigantic cups to hold all of her breast-flesh.

I had often told her how the guys were green with envy of me, that she gave Frank and Ray stoneware cock. Was it polite to make them suffer, by wearing that low-cut dress? She just laughed, and watching those mighty bazooms shake derailed my train of thought. Just watching her had made me goddamn hard. It wasn’t unusual for me to leave the house with a hard-on, these days, but my dick simply would not go down as we drove there. She took pity on me and told me to pull over. She lowered her lips onto my cock and sucked, sucked like an anxious calf.

I felt better after she swallowed the heat she’d built up inside me.

The host tried very hard not to stare at my wife’s awesome rack, but she failed. I thought Frank and Ray might push the table over with their erections. Cara acted nonchalant, but would yawn elaborately or innocently lean over to show off her luscious body. I knew the view had to be cramming their balls, it was certainly filling up mine!

Then it occurred to me – she is lactating! I saw that her spheres were already pressing harder against their barrier. By the time the food arrived, her breasts were rising higher and higher against her chest. Our server was staring. My buddies were slowly losing their conversational skills. That’s when I got a phone call from work – they needed me at that moment. I knew this situation would take about an hour, but I told my friends it’d take three or four.

Her mammoth boobs seemed to be growing before my eyes, as I made my excuses. I whispered to her not to stay for dessert, I thought her areolas were creeping into view already. She sighed deeply, and the strain on her super-reinforced bra cups – and on my two friends – was terrible.

I got home in an hour, and sure enough, their cars were there. I crept silently into the house, and heard the moaning. In the bedroom, each man was naked and kneeling at her sides on the bed. She was naked but for her extra-jumbo underbra, which pushed her magnificent breasts high, up and out. She was stroking each man’s dick, and they were so stiff I expected to see ribbons of cum shooting any second. She had them completely in her power – they seemed mesmerized. Her pussy was red and puffy. Her breasts were obviously as hard as dodgeballs, bursting with milk, because even when her arms pumped their cocks vigorously, her astounding breasts didn’t move. But she was so turned on, her nipples were pulsing, and SPRAYING tiny geysers of liquid. I couldn’t believe my eyes, but those thick red nipples streamed constant pin-hole sprays of white milk a few inches into the air – and they shot a little further with her every heartbeat.

She held one, then another hand to her milkspouts and pressed lightly, causing floods of dairy goodness. She’d fill a palm with milk and use it as lubricant on the men’s prongs. Their cocks grew increasingly dark, as more and more blood tried to force its way into their hard-ons. The pace gradually increased. I have no idea how the guys hadn’t shot yet, the scene was an incredible turn-on.

She rubbed those stiff-standing cocks, and wouldn’t let up. Soon, Ray’s enormous pole exploded, and there was semen everywhere in the first moment. His burst of juice sprayed in droplets in all directions. Then, came gushes, torrents. He had just slowed down to reasonable heaves of thick cum when Frank’s even more massive erection blew. He let out such a sound, I thought his dick was perhaps flying into smithereens. His sticky semen hit the headboard so forcefully that some of it splashed back off.

A minute ago, my Cara’s packed-tight boobs were dotted and streaked with her white milk all over them, from her spraying nipples. Now they were being coated heavily with my friends’ emissions. Those guys hurled semen through the air for so long, it gave Cara time to bring herself off for a good first orgasm. When it hit her, her cumming made her milk spray harder than ever! She even had time to go back to rubbing their erect phalluses unmercifully, before their semen had finished coming out. It was one hell of a mess when it was finally all over.

Cara rose and rinsed off in the shower, while the guys just lay there in a daze. She came back very quickly, holding a moistened towel for each man, and cleaned them off pretty well. She sat on the edge of the bed, and had a man kneel before each breast. They were big as medium-sized beach balls, the skin was stretched tight as a drum with all the mass inside them. The fiery nipple dripped steadily. She pulled a face to each breast-tip.

Frank’s cock shot out like a piece of steel. Never mind how huge it was, when he latched onto her, it filled up with blood instantly. Ray’s schvantz stood right up. He was sucking, and pressing his face into her breast - which was far larger than his head. Pressing her bursting breast made SO much milk come, he couldn’t swallow it. It leaked out from where his mouth met her body, and if he took his mouth off for a few seconds to catch his breath, her nipple kept streaming for a few seconds before it slackened off to a rapid drip, drip, drip. Frank was holding her massive mound with two hands, squeezing milk into his mouth. Anna was masturbating more, and loving every minute of this. When she reached a trembling orgasm, neither of the guys could keep up with the flow from her giant tits when she came. Then she quickly reached a shaking, moaning cum. The boys knew what to expect this time, and pulled off to watch the milk FLY from her nipples when she climaxed.

Frank lay down, his massive thing standing like a lighthouse. Cara straddled him – no mean feat, considering that her breasts weighed 20 pounds each. And that was when I weighed them empty! I hesitate to guess what their filled weight was. She grabbed his mighty bone and asked him to take both nipples in his mouth at once. He protested that he might drown. “Do you want THIS?” she asked, and plunged her oven-hot pussy over the first two inches of his stiff-standing penis. He grabbed her dripping teats and got busy, without another word of complaint. She sat and sat and sat onto his prodigious pecker, and I watched his eyes roll up into his head.

She was impaling herself onto his titanic prong as if she had an itch deep inside that only he could scratch. As she bounced on his rod, her sloping mountains bounced on and buffeted his face. He had both throbbing nipples in his mouth. He was sucking leisurely but swallowing swiftly. She moaned and shook on him. When he stopped sucking for a few seconds, she took her enormous breasts in hand and pressed them to his face until his cock spasmed. I had been in his position – it always made me feel like my cock was made of steel.

In between gasps and grunts, Cara asked Ray to come near. He’d been watching quietly, though the pre-cum was making a rivulet down his stiff erection. As he approached, she fucked Frank harder, and he humped back, sucking harder. So it wasn’t easy to extract her bulging breast long enough to fill her palm with milk. But I saw how happy she was with her own cornucopia of breast milk as she let it run over her palm, dripping all over Frank for a minute. Then she lubricated Ray’s ever-harder bone and encouraged him to skewer her from behind. Soon enough, the three of them were moving like a well-oiled machine. When it got really good for one of them, soon everyone would be pounding, slamming, or thrusting harder. Her orgasm built – you could see it coming – and she went off with a bang that had all three of them moaning and groaning. Her innards clutch and squeeze when she fires off. Almost immediately, she was plunging into another orgasm, shaking and shouting, and I could tell that the men were straining by now to hold back their own orgasms.

Yet another cum was slamming into her, and she cried out “Harder! Harder!” Both Frank and Ray were grimacing by now, trying to keep their semen in, to make this last, while this incredible woman was going off like fireworks. I don’t know who had the worse time trying not to cum – Frank, with his face overshadowed by two mountains of femininity? He was hugging those mega-breasts with both arms by now. His cock had been through a lot, and was buried far inside a spasming, salivating cunt. Or did Ray face a bigger challenge as far as not shooting off, since he was plunged into an even tighter orifice, with her lush butt pressed right up against his midsection? Cara certainly wasn’t making things easier on them. She ground and gyrated, pumping and pressing everything she could think of on them. The men lasted an agonizing minute, and then one more . . . and amazingly, another minute too as the springs wound tighter and tighter inside them. The pace picked up even more, they drove and quivered all together, and I could see my wife was building towards a big orgasm.

Frank had been working to hold back his own explosion, but his control was crumbling. He had, after all, had to take her breasts foaming into his mouth, and jetting all the harder when she was cumming. Her tempo and her volume began to rise, but he beat her to the punch with a long wail, and his hips bucking spasmodically. The hot juice flying out against her inner walls made Cara’s eyes open wide (she usually cums with them tightly shut) and her humping became more violent. Frank needed all the air he could get – he flung her monstrous breasts from his face. They lolled corpulently on the bed, and when her spasms hit her, the drips from her red, red nipples suddenly became sprays, shooting far out onto the already soaked sheets.

Her moaning built to screams and whoops – I hadn’t seen her cum like this since our honeymoon. Ray, plumbing the depths of her ass, was holding onto her hips for dear life, and pounding as if he could reach gold. Frank lay completely spent, and I could see a sea of cum flowing out of her down onto him. Ray, however, began fucking with blinding speed. He must have miscalculated, because his cock popped out of her just in time to send a stream of cum flying across the bedroom. It whipped across the room and left a single, yards-long mark on the wall. It was unbelievable – he must have let out a pint in his first spurt. The load continued splashing hotly against my wife’s back. She turned, her breasts STILL shooting streamers of milk, to take his cum on her incredible front. For a few moments, they seemed to spasm in unison. Even as she tapered off to quieter moans and mere dribbles of milk, stripe after stripe of Ray’s cum criss-crossed her. At last, he tottered and fell to the drenched bed. I watched them pant, while little streams of milk kept on running down Cara’s breasts.

It occurred to me that I had emptied her breasts in about 15 minutes, but with these guys providing sexual stimulation, she had given, and given, and given for an hour! I had also found out why her production was so far ahead of my demand. She probably had willing helpers coming by mornings and afternoons, all to help her relieve the ever-growing pressure behind her nipples. Considering the tremendous output I had just seen, my only remaining question was how she STOPPED pulsing out dairy delight long enough to greet me at night and eat dinner.

Her breasts grew even larger, and larger still – they were ever-expanding. Cara could no longer go through a door the way the rest of us do, she had to turn sideways and push through one breast at a time.

Of course, I didn’t like the idea that my wife was spending her days with other men and women. On the one hand, she did give me all the attention and love anyone could ask for, plus amazing, unending sex. On the other hand, I was starting to see that her milk-shooting breasts were taking over her life. Soon I’d learn they were taking over her personality, too.

By now, my wife Cara’s milk-making breasts were pretty well taking over her days. When I was home, I think I was erect more than not, because I was that turned on by her. After all, what could possibly be better than insanely big mammaries? Insanely big mammaries that actually WORK, that’s what. I LOVED her milk, and her milking. When she would squeeze her areolae for me, her nipples would pour out solid streams of the creamy stuff, faster than I thought possible.

When I found out she was being awoken several times a night by her production, we started donating to the good people at the local hospital’s breast-milk bank. I told them I had five sisters, all of whom were lactating and charitable. They told me how impressed they were that five women could produce that much. Eventually I had to make up a gaggle of friends for each fictional sister – friends who re-lactated to shed calories – because the hospital staff couldn’t believe that just five women were making all the milk I’d bring in from my wife.

And that wasn’t half of her bounty, I knew. Most of it was still splashed onto or into me, or one of her many lovers. She spent her days in sexual ecstasy, or hooked up to the breast pump – a turn-on for her, in and of itself.

Her breasts kept on growing. By now I couldn’t sleep in the same bed with her. If she sat up in bed, they were actually up to her chin, and if they filled with milk, they’d start to rise and block her face! They were so heavy that it was pretty hard for her to leave bed. Her nipples were the size of a half-banana. I asked her if she felt she should stop lactating, and she answered that she was very happy with her present condition. I pointed out that she had to sleep with an industrial milk pump on one or the other nipple. She said I should get a second pump, so she could sleep with them both attached. And she did.

Set on slow, those pumps would milk her for nine hours a night, and even so she had to set them to high, once she got up, to catch up on the backlog. Her milk helped innumerable people, but I really felt it had taken over her life. Sure, I was living out a fantasy. That Sunday morning, while we sat and read the paper, she had both pumps going at full speed for an hour, sucking away at her massive nipples, while I got harder and harder. But this was getting bizarre.

Eventually, she had to pump one or the other of her breasts most hours of the day. Even when I was suckling her, the other breast was being drained. And THAT wasn’t enough to keep up – she’d sometimes lug her giant breasts to the tub and “go manual” (express her milk by hand) because there was more milk being made than was getting out. When I say “expressing the milk by hand” I should point out that she would use her hands just to get going. Once she relaxed, the milk would start streaming of its own accord. Then it would blast free, firing out of her. All of this, hands-free. And that was in normal times. When she got turned on, the amount of milk she made increased geometrically. From the minute she got turned on, those nipples would stiffen up and let fly – and not stop! Her mammaries grew so much she couldn’t reach her nipples without some effort. And she was not always herself – she was acting pretty strangely.

As I mentioned, when she’d get turned on, they’d swell even huger. I was so often shocked by the size of them, you’d think I couldn’t be shocked any more – but I was. I found her one day lying on her back, with a man lying full-length across the pinnacles of her breasts. Even with the entire weight of a person on them, they were so big and firm that they stood a yard in the air. He was lying perpendicularly to her, across that vast expanse of titflesh. I saw him climb on – her streams of milk became gushers, pounding him all the harder as they took on his weight. He looked like he couldn’t believe where he was. You couldn’t blame him, either. His dick looked harder than anything I’d ever seen. He just lay there, dazed. The throbbing of his pecker gave his dick a bit of friction against her foot-wide areola, and in a moment, his hips were jerking involuntarily. His prong rubbed back and forth over the milk-slick surface. Her fist-sized nipple was trapped between his hot penis and his torso, spraying milk wildly all over the room.

She moaned for him to suck on her other nipple, and he struggled across the sea of white breasts that rolled before him. He managed to grab her other red, fountaining point. I think his mind was gone and he was working on instinct – his hips still jerked as if someone else was pulling the strings.  The moment his mouth closed over her spouting tip, his cock gushed and gushed out streams and strings and wads and ribbons of sperm all over her mounds, but he seemed unaware of it. He was hungrily attacking the nipple in his mouth, never mind that no one could drink that fast, he set to the task with both hands encircling the stalk of her brobdignagian nip.

Still his cock spurt and spurt and sprayed and spurt, and when the leaping rivers of cum finally died down, he still humped against her breast, stiff as ever. In two minutes flat, he was cumming again, and it coincided with her third explosion. She shook and quaked, but he grasped her monstrous mounds with his elbows and knees, and kept his perch.
He finally seemed to arrive back at himself, and tried fucking her milk-soaked cleavage, then her areola, then back to her cleavage, then . . . his rod seemed so stiff that it pained him, but he gamely tried to make the whole thing last. As he’d already cum pints, he was able to hold out for perhaps fifteen minutes until the pressure was too great inside him. His cum-restraint broke, and the semen leapt out of him. He fell to the floor in deranged ecstasy, with the white bolts still shooting. I saw that her twin supra-boobs were now bigger than her body – this couldn’t be normal!

I asked my rabbi for his advice, and he said it was either an unheard-of medical phenomenon, or her boobs were possessed. He added that he hoped the TV people didn’t find out. I didn’t really know what to think, and when I got home she grabbed me and led me through an exhausting lovemaking session. I fell asleep in her bed, to the hum of breast pumps running at full speed.

I dreamt that someone was holding my nose. When I gasped for breath, something was shoved into my mouth – I snapped awake to see nothing but boob. I was lying on one, but it had my arms pinned to my sides, and the other nipple was forcing its way into my mouth as far as it would go. Milk – of course – was running from it like an open tap. I couldn’t scream. I tossed and struggled, swallowing the milk being forced down my throat. The breast bore down on me. With panic strength, I freed one arm, and unstoppered my mouth. My yells woke Cara, and her breasts settled down. I told her what happened. I don’t blame her for not believing me, but . . .

I told her that her breasts had taken over her life. She wouldn’t listen. I got out a picture of that stripper with the ever-expanding string implants, and asked Cara what she thought. “Well, she’s pretty, but those tits are pretty small for a stripper, don’t you think?” Clearly, her mind and her perceptions were being affected. I asked her if she thought her breasts were big enough. She said she liked them very much, but wished they were a bit bigger. I sighed.

“Look, do you know ANYONE with breasts this size?” I asked her, as I led her to the specially prepared de-programming room. She shook her head. “You are the only person I know who can’t shower with her breasts in the stall! You can’t reach your nipples on the first try – think about that!  Cara, I love you and I want you back – your breasts have always been awesome, but . . . you’re not YOU, anymore. I want the woman I love back!” She got quiet. I noticed she was trembling. I said “You’re giving over 90 gallons a day. And you’re not doing anything else!”

Suddenly she started crying. She cried loudly, saying they HAD taken over her life, and she wanted things back the way they had been. I kissed her and held her as best I could, and promised to help her. I laid her down on the bed in the de-programming room (okay, it was the spare bedroom – happy?) I told her that breasts give more when you demand more – so we were going to go cold turkey on milking her breasts. Whatever sentience was in them depended on our cooperation – and we were just not going to play any more. No more pumping. No sex until she was back to herself. And absolutely no more milking!

She knew it would be tough, but I got out the second-to-last bra she had ever fit into (the woman who sewed it for us said it was an MMMM cup) and gave it to hold on to – it was our goal.

Hour after hour, her breasts swelled with the unexpelled milk in them. There were seven feet between the mattress and the ceiling. Her breasts were actually coming near to it. When I came to the door, her breasts flushed an angry red, and turned on me. I ran. I’d made a trapdoor in the wall, near her face, so I could be with her without being in the room. I held her hand and talked with her. The giant boobs tried to reach me, but they were too massive – they couldn’t reach through the little trap door in the wall.

We knew not to touch them – the slightest pressure could set off a milkalanche. I knew this might be the weirdest day of our lives. For instance, her nipples would firehose milk when she was turned on, but we’d never seen them do so with no provocation. Today, however, we didn’t know what to expect. I read to her, and cast nervous glances at the bazooms swelling nearer and nearer the ceiling. Then a deep, deep rumble – the breasts seemed to take in a giant breath – I mean, they swelled suddenly – and then WHAM – the downpour of milk began.

Those tits fought with the only weapon at their disposal, their amazing production. The air was white around us – it was a hurricane of milk from angry breasts. The bed held her thirty inches off the floor – and after the first few minutes, I realized the tits meant business. The floor was a foot-and-a-half deep in milk! I ran outside to take a pickaxe to the wall, so my Cara wouldn’t drown in the rising milk. A fierce wind was blowing – but only around OUR house! When I pierced through the wall, a white river flowed into the yard. I came back to the trapdoor to check on her state of mind, and . . . shit! She was masturbating! The breasts must have sent incredible ecstasy through her. “NO! CARA!” I shouted, but she couldn’t hear me above the maelstrom.

The breasts were now flush up against the ceiling, and the bed creaked dangerously. Her coffee-can-sized nipples were letting loose waterfalls – milkfalls, that is. I saw from her face that she was almost at the point of climax. The breasts swelled triumphantly. She came! She shook and cried out, and – impossibly – MORE milk flew out of those mammaries.

But when she came down, she saw me and said “Oh, don’t leave me! I want you back! I want my mind back! I want the man I love back! I want YOU!” I stayed by her side for hours, as those monstrous things poured out their fury. But hours and hours of pouring – and no resupply – brought them down. They no longer touched the ceiling. When dusk came, we were exhausted, but the breasts were down to the size of medium beachballs again, and the milk only dripped a bit. After some more time, she reached out and squeezed a nipple – no milk at all came out. She wept with joy – whispering “We’ve won! We’ve won!” over and over. We fell asleep with smiles on and the milk pumps off.

Eventually she was able to fit into the JJ-cup bras we had, and those can be special-ordered. Her boobs looked great – though remarkably heavy and meaty. Anyone who hadn’t been through what we had would call ‘em tremendous. When we made love (JUST we, and nobody else but we) she liked having them sucked. They’d swell a bit when she was excited, but they always went back to normal. Everything was fine in our happy home.

One day she knelt before me and blew me, as only she can, and I gave her an impressive and intense cumshot. She stayed there, licking me and waiting for it to get soft. It wouldn’t. I was feeling rather proud of myself, when she licked it again and said “You know, I could swear this thing has gotten bigger since I blew you yesterday!”

Being A Slut

By Ed Miller

It was 2024, and viral nano-technology had become the treatment of choice for many serious diseases. It had only been slightly more than a decade since the breakthrough that caused it to go from a crackpot theory to a widespread reality.

Of course, there were still drawbacks. If we'd been able to perfect true nano-technology, such as sci-fi writers had been describing for decades, we probably wouldn't have had a problem with the one-time use limitation of the viral variety we had. But miniaturization techniques still hadn't progressed far enough to build complex machines that small. Instead, the breakthrough had come when a group of researchers had hit upon the idea to combine the nano-machines that we were able to build, which basically were only capable of slowly destroying cells so that they'd regenerate, with a gene-altering variety of the influenza virus that had been created in a lab.

This was really just the combination of two previously known processes. The nano-machines had been around for a while, and they were useful in therapy to help people who had small but inoperable cancers; the nano-machines attacked the cancerous cells, and the body replaced them with healthy tissue. Similarly, the ability to create gene-altering viruses had existed for a few years, but mostly as a medical curiosity. Even if you replaced all the genes in a person's body (which was unlikely, since their immune system would probably eradicate the virus before that could happen) it didn't mean that they'd suddenly change to match their new DNA. Even the skin takes seven years to regenerate itself completely, and there are some organs that don't replace cells at all.

But the two processes together could work wonders. It was still limited, as the body's defenses had a tendency to attack the nano-machines and the viruses, but so long as the change was in a relatively small region of the body, great things could be done. People with defective hearts could have a new, healthy one grown inside them, cell by cell, without ever having to be hooked up to an artificial heart. Defective livers, brain defects in infants, blindness due to hereditary factors, all of these were now curable problems. There had even been a good deal of success in re-growing limbs and organs lost due to accident rather then birth defects.

Of course, there were still those limitations. It could only cause a major change in a relatively small part of the body, and it was only fully effective once. After a month or so, the immune system figured out how to fight both the virus and the nano-machines, and attempts to use the therapy a second time had met with much less success. That was the reason that viral nano-technology for plastic surgery had been outlawed in the United States. There was still a thriving trade in Mexico, though, and lots of Americans took vacations across the border to avail themselves of the amazing things that could be done to improve their appearance. Overweight people had their metabolism custom re-engineered, aging trophy-wives had their skin re-elasticized, and strippers had their breasts augmented to gigantic proportions but still remained "natural."

But it was the sex-change operations that had always grabbed my attention. I first read about them when I was starting High School, and that had pretty much determined my career path. The first time I heard of a man who had had his genitals replaced by a woman's, all using non-surgical techniques, the idea stuck in my head for days, and I was walking around with a hard-on for most of that time. The idea turned me on to no end.

That had, of course, been my fantasy since I'd been old enough to have sexual fantasies. I'd read everything I could find on the technique on the Internet, hoping to hear of some advances. As it stood, replacing the genitals was pretty much the limit of the technique; that was as much as it could affect, and it sometimes needed two or three applications of the treatment (each less effective, and for a shorter time) before it was complete. Most of the guys who went through with it ended up with normal pussies but immature or incomplete reproductive systems, and the rest of their bodies were unaffected. More conventional techniques were necessary if they wanted a more feminine figure.

That was why it was no good to me, even though the thought made my cock nearly rip through my pants, it got so hard. By the time I was thirteen years old, my gender was quite obvious to anybody at even a cursory glance. I was certainly the only guy in junior-high who could grow a full beard, and I'd already developed the build of a football player. I won't claim that I didn't enjoy it somewhat in high-school, since a linebacker on the school team who showers regularly and isn't a complete moron can basically do whatever he wants. Grades are never a problem (not that they would have been anyway; I was a quite a bit brighter than the average linebacker) and I had all the sex I could have wanted.

But after the victory parties, when I'd adjourned to a bedroom and was busy humping away between some petite cheerleader's legs, I'd always be wondering what it felt like for her. I'd always be imagining myself as the cheerleader, with a hot little cunt between my legs and massive tits on my chest, a huge cock plunging into my wet pussy. I'd imagine my petite, girlish body kneeling down so that I could envelop a hot, thrusting dick between my lips, sucking it with a passion I couldn't control. I enjoyed sex with girls, but my fantasies never consisted of me ravishing willing cheerleaders. It was always me that was being ravished.

Which is why I had gone the way I had in college. I wasn't good enough at football to go pro, but I did manage to get a scholarship. I was, however, the only player on the team majoring in bio-technology. I managed to get my Bachelor's, and then hung on for my Master's. Since I'd finished that, I'd been helping Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom with their research, and hoping all the while for a breakthrough that would let me live out the fantasy I'd had since puberty. Over time, my fantasy life (being denied of any chance of expression in real life) fed on itself, and my fantasy body became more and more exaggerated. The breasts I envisioned myself having grew from a DD- or an F-cup, that being what I had envisioned when I was in high school, to truly stupendous proportions. I'd always had a love affair with enormous breasts, and as time went by my mental construction of my fantasy female body became more of a caricature of voluptuous exaggerated beyond belief, with an elevated sexual desire to match. All the time, though, I was most turned on by the thought of my dreams becoming a reality, of a breakthrough that would let me live them.

Now, finally, it looked as if that breakthrough had happened. I don't claim that I had anything much to do with it. I was basically doing lab-tech work, while Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom probably knew more about nano-technology and viral gene-surgery than anyone else in the world. They'd both been working on ways to make their half of the technique more resistant to the human immune system, and it looked as if they'd succeeded. With a Teflon-based shell bonded to the nano-machines and a "stealth" gene grafted to the virus so that the body had a harder time locating it, they'd managed to keep both nano-machines and virus present In pigs for more than a year, much longer than the six months it took to effect a whole-body change. Originally, they'd been worried about the "stealth" gene getting passed on to the animals, but that had turned out to be no problem at all. I'd watched, taking samples, as a mottled pink male pig had slowly, cell by cell, become a small, brown and white female pig. According to the tests, the cells in the pig's body had been replaced completely, and its body now conformed exactly to the information in the new genes.

That's why I was waiting for Lemount and Bloom to come in today, long before any of the other lab-workers were due to show up. The obvious next step was to try the process on a human volunteer, and I wanted to step forward. Obviously, though, I wouldn't have wanted to broach the subject of exactly what changes I hoped to have made with everybody else around.

When they arrived, I asked to speak to both of them privately. We sat down in Dr. Lemount's office as I haltingly tried to explain to them what I proposed.

"Wait a minute, Jack," Dr. Lemount interrupted. "Do you mean to tell me that you want to be a woman?"

I glanced at Dr. Bloom before I managed a weak "yes" I response. She was really the reason that I was embarrassed. Dr. Lemount was a non-descript, forty-ish man. Not the sort of Neanderthal I expected to ridicule me when I came clean about my desire to be a girl. Dr. Bloom, however, was a striking dark-haired woman not far on the other side of thirty. I'd only talked to her socially a few times; like most of the guys that worked in the lab, I was a bit intimidated by her. Not only was she extremely attractive, much more so than one would expect from someone who worked in the field she did, but everyone was aware how intelligent she must be to have reached the amount of success she had at her age. In any case, it felt very strange to be confessing to a beautiful woman that I wanted to be a beautiful woman.

"And have you spoken to a therapist about this?" Dr, Lemount continued.

"Uh, no," I responded. "There didn't seem to be any point, really. I mean, there was no way the technology could come anywhere near what I had in mind, and I wasn’t ready to compromise on something half-way."

"And now?" Dr. Bloom asked.

"Well, now it looks like it may be possible. I know that you're planning to test the new process on a human volunteer, and I'd like to be the one." I was blushing furiously now, but I'd managed it without
stammering.

"Well, I don't know, Jack," started Dr. Lemount. "I think we had something a bit less... extreme in mind for a first human trial."

"Why? It worked perfectly on the test animals," I responded.

"Yes, but..." Dr. Lemount started, but Dr. Bloom cut him off.

"I believe that's something for us to settle between ourselves, Robert," she said to Dr. Lemount. "As for Jack, I think we had best have him talk to someone in the psychiatry department. If we were to go through with his suggestion, we'd definitely need psychiatric documentation."

That was more or less the end of that interview. I had a number of meetings with a psychiatrist that Dr. Bloom recommended, and there seemed to be little doubt in either of our minds that I was an eager and willing candidate for the experiment, if Lemount and Bloom decided to accept me as the volunteer. As for Lemount and Bloom, they continued to avoid talking about anything but business with me in the lab for most of a month. I didn't know who else they had heard from to volunteer as a test subject.

But every night when I went home, I would strip off my clothes as soon as I was inside my apartment and masturbate furiously while I thought of myself as a girl. In my fantasies I was a tiny blonde with huge breasts, sucking and fucking dick after dick with an insatiable hunger for cock. The thought of being a girl, the thought of men fucking me, had been my constant fantasy for so long, but it gained a new power to arouse me now that it seemed as though it might come true. The fact that my dreams might be near to becoming reality made them more detailed and erotic than they'd ever been before.

Finally, Dr. Lemount stopped me as I was leaving at the end of the day, and asked me to come into his office. Dr. Bloom was there, and when I sat down I was on the edge of my seat with nervousness. Were they going to tell me that they were accepting my offer, or that they were going with somebody else?

"Jack, we've conferred between ourselves and with the Psychiatrist that Dr. Bloom recommended to you. Are you still willing to volunteer for the experiment?"

"Yes," I replied immediately. My breath caught in my throat.

"Then I believe we're prepared to take you up on your offer."

I was so thankful, and so horny, that I nearly missed what he said next.

"There will be a great deal of paperwork to be gone over, of course, but it seems as if it's more or less a done deal."

"How soon..." I started. "I mean, when can the procedure be done?"

"Well, as far as the nano-machines are concerned, we could do it tomorrow," Dr. Lemount said. "My department is more or less ready to go, since they don't have to be customized on a case-by-case basis. I think that's a question better directed to Janet."

"Hmm," Dr Bloom said. "Well, Jack, we're going to have to talk a bit, to make up a 'blueprint,' so to speak, of the body you want to have after the procedure is finished. Once that's done, I don't think it'll take more than a week or two for the necessary gene surgery."

Needless to say, we got the paperwork out of the way that night. It wasn't really anything too extensive, since there was little doubt that the procedure was safe, but they still needed to make sure they were covered legally in case the procedure wasn't as successful as expected or I changed my mind later. Afterwards, at my request, we started work on the 'blueprint' Dr. Bloom had mentioned.

The computer in Dr. Bloom's office had one of the new holographic projectors, in addition to the standard screen. When she turned it on, I could see the genetic projection for the pig that had undergone the change I now had ahead of me; it was a computer projection of the genetic model, but it looked exactly like the real thing in the lab. With a few keystrokes, Dr. Bloom cleared that model and called up one of a human female body, a foot high but in perfect proportion and rotating slightly as it floated insubstantially above her desk.

"This, I believed, would be a reasonable starting point," she said. Dr. Lemount and I stared at the model as it spun slowly around. It was of a fit and attractive woman, naked, standing casually. Next to the rotating figure were a number of figures such as height, weight, and other measurements. The figure, as it stood, was 5' 6" and 120 pounds, with breasts that amounted to a C-cup. The hair was medium length and brown, and the face, while pretty, was rather non-descript. It was a generic model of an attractive woman.

"Well, where shall we start?" asked Dr. Bloom. I was having trouble deciding. Now that it came down to it, I was reluctant. Not reluctant to have my fantasy be a reality, but reluctant to verbalize it to others. In the years that I'd been fantasizing about being a girl, I'd developed a very detailed image of the girl I wanted to be, and some aspects of that image were rather exaggeratedly female. I was extremely uncomfortable describing them out loud, but I knew that I'd never get what I wanted if I couldn't work up the courage to ask for it.

"Umm, smaller," I said. "More petite, I mean."

"Than 5' 6"?" Dr. Lemount asked. "That's already eight inches shorter than you are now."

"I know," I responded haltingly. "But I'd like to be even smaller."

"Can you give me an exact measurement?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"5' 1"," I admitted. Dr. Bloom made a few keystrokes, and the model changed to reflect my request. The readout next to it now listed the height as 5' 1” and the weight as 98 pounds.

"You'll weigh less than half of what you do now," Dr. Lemount muttered, sounding surprised and more than a little shocked. I felt myself getting embarrassed again.

"Ok, what else?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"Umm," I began, "well, how about lighter hair?"

"Ok," she said under her breath as she typed. The model's hair lightened to blonde. "What next?"

"Well, the face," I replied. "Bigger eyes. And freckles."

"Cute," said Dr. Bloom. "You'll look like a little girl. Anything you want to change about the body?"

"Umm, yes," I began reluctantly, casting furtive glances at Dr. Lemount. He hadn't said anything since I told Dr. Bloom how tiny I wanted to be, but I had a feeling that he was going to say something now.

"What?" Dr. Bloom asked.

"Uh, larger breasts," I admitted. Dr. Lemount's eyes widened.

"Ok," said Dr. Bloom. She typed, and the breasts on the model inflated like balloons, moving from a C-cup on the readout to a D-cup. "How's that?"

"Umm, not enough," I replied, almost in a whisper. "Bigger."

Dr. Bloom looked at me quizzically, but went back to the keyboard. Dr. Lemount stared openly at me. The breasts on the holographic model inflated again, passing a DD-cup to rest at an F-cup.

"Big enough?" asked Dr. Bloom.

"Almost," I whispered. They weren't, but the way Dr. Lemount was staring at me was making me very nervous. At the same time, though, I couldn't conceive of having tits that were only a DD-cup after years of imagining myself with breasts that were so much larger.

"Just like a man," Dr. Bloom muttered as she inflated the model's breasts from an F-cup to a G-cup. The weight on the readout had increased to 105 pounds, and I knew that at least ten of that was tits. "Anything else?"

"Can you... Can you make changes to my brain?" I asked. I hadn't really been that involved with this end of the research.

"Yes, but within reason. I can't change your memory or the way you think, but I can alter chemical and hormonal levels to influence your behavior."

"Can you... Can you increase my sex drive?"

"What!?" Dr. Lemount interjected. Dr. Bloom just looked at him and he seemed to reconsider what he was going to say.

"Yes," she answered.

"Um, ok," I muttered.

"How much?"

"What?" I responded.

"By how much should I increase your sex drive?"

"Um, by a bit. I want to enjoy it, you know." I was looking sideways at Dr. Lemount when I said this, not wanting to admit in front of him that I wanted it sky-high. Dr. Bloom typed for a while.

"Ok. Anything else?"

"Umm, well... It'd be really convenient if I didn't have to shave," I admitted.

"Ok, no leg or armpit hair," she said as she typed.

"Also..." I began.

"What?"

"No pubic hair," I whispered. Dr. Lemount stared incredulously.

"Ok, totally prepubescent hair pattern," Dr. Bloom said as she typed away. "Will that do it?"

"I guess so," I admitted. It wasn't exactly what had been in all my fantasies, but it was at least an approximation of it. As the three of us got up to walk out of the building, my head hung and my face burned. I couldn't believe that I'd admitted so much of my desires to Dr. Lemount and Dr. Bloom. But as I thought of it, I rationalized that it was probably better this way. As it stood, if everything worked as planned I would be a very busty, rather horny girl. If I had admitted everything I wanted, told Dr. Bloom how big I really wanted my tits to be and how high I wanted my libido, I would have been a huge-titted slut.

Of course, that had been what I was in all my fantasies. That had been what I had wanted to be since I'd hit puberty. Other people might have romantic fantasies about meeting the perfect person, but all I had ever wanted to do was have an exaggeratedly sexy female body with huge tits and get fucked constantly. I knew it was strange, I knew that the body I wanted would be that of a ridiculously exaggerated fuck-toy, but it was what I wanted to be.

"What are you doing tonight?" Dr. Bloom asked, and I was jolted out of my reverie. I saw that we'd made it out to the parking lot. Dr. Lemount was headed towards his car, occasionally throwing glances over his shoulder at me, but was already out of earshot.

"Uh, just going home, I guess," I answered. While she hadn't looked at me the way Dr. Lemount did, I was still a little uncomfortable with how much of my fantasy life she knew about.

"Why don't you come with me?" she asked. "We can fine-tune the model I'm going to splice the genes to."

"Are you sure, Dr. Bloom?" I asked. "I mean, we were already pretty specific."

"Yes, I'm sure," she said. "And call me Janet, Jack, Come on."

I followed her to her car, and we picked up some Chinese take-out on the way back to her apartment. It wasn't that much nicer than mine, confirming my suspicions that professors weren't paid much more than lab techs. We sat down at her table as I ate my beef lo mein in silence for a while. She stared at me as if she was trying to figure out how to broach a subject.

"Jack, I don't think you were entirely honest earlier," she said.

"About what?"

"When we were working on the model. I think there were other changes you wanted to make, but you were too embarrassed to say them out loud."

"Umm, no," I replied. "Not really. That was about it."

"Really?" she asked. I didn't answer, and the conversation more or less died there. She got up and crossed the room to the couch, and I followed.

"Jack, I have to ask you something," she began. "Am I attractive? Oh, wait, I probably shouldn't ask you that. You're not attracted to women."

"Yes I am," I protested.

"You are?" she asked. "This isn't like when you said you'd made all the changes you wanted to the model?"

"No, I am."

"So, are you attracted to me?" she asked.

"Uh, yes."

"So you wouldn't mind if I did this," she said as her hand snaked down to my waist and started to undo my pants. I said nothing, but I certainly didn't object. She slid my pants down to my ankles and then lifted my shirt over my head.

"Mmm," she muttered. "Such a shame you want to be a girl. You've got such a nice male body."

At the same time, she was sliding out of her skirt and unbuttoning her shirt. Her body was as impressive as I'd always imagined, and her breasts, revealed now inside her black lace bra, were larger than I'd expected.

I laid there, letting her dictate the pace, as she leaned over me and started to plant kisses on my mouth and neck. At the same time, her left hand went to my crotch. My dick was already rock hard, and she wrapped her fingers around it and started to stroke it.

"Such a nice, big dick," she whispered in my ear. "Thick. Are you sure you'd rather have a pussy?"

"Mmm, yes," I moaned. It felt so good, and it was turning me on so much that she knew I wanted to be a girl.

Janet continued to stroke my cock, and her mouth was moving down from my neck now, her wet tongue sliding around my chest to tease my nipples. I thought about the fact that I'd soon have breasts on my chest, and felt myself get even hornier. Janet's hand was working expertly in my lap, bringing me towards orgasm, as her mouth went back to my ear.

"Were you really telling me the truth? You didn't want any more changes?" she breathed in my ear.

I didn't say anything. My breath was coming short and fast now, as Janet's hand pumped up and down in between my legs, stroking my shaft.

"How big did you really want your tits to be?" she whispered.

"Bigger," I admitted in a gasp.

"How big? Give me a cup size."

"Just a... few sizes bigger," I admitted. "Maybe a... J-cup. Much more... than that and I... wouldn't be able to move. That's how big... I want to be. Just small enough... that I can walk." Her hand was working faster on my cock now, slipping up and down along the shaft as she stroked me.

"Mmm," she groaned. "Like I said, just like a man to want such huge tits. And your sex drive? Did you really just want it hiked up a little?"

"No," I admitted. "I want it... high."

"How high?"

"Really high," I groaned. "I want to be a slut!"

"It seems like you do," she agreed as her mouth went back to my nipples again. After licking circles around them, she went back to my ear to whisper to me, "what do you want to do once you're a girl? Will you be a lesbian, or will you have sex with guys?"

"I don't know," I gasped. "I think... I'll still like girls, but... I definitely want... to be fucked."

"Just fucked? Just in your pussy?" she asked.

"No! I want to... get it in my pussy... and my ass... and I want to suck dicks! I want to be... tit fucked. I want it everywhere!"

"You know, I could increase your body's sensitivity to pleasure in your new pussy, your mouth, and your anal cavity," Janet whispered to me as her hand job got even more insistent. "Would you like that?"

"Yes!" I groaned.

"Nipples and breasts too?" she asked.

"Please!" I moaned. The thought of it, the thought that I'd admitted the actual extent of my desires to her, and that now she was going to make them come true, pushed me over the edge. My cum exploded out of my cock, spraying my belly and chest. Janet leaned over to lick it off of me.

"Mmm, tasty," she murmured. "I want you to fuck me now." With that, she stood in front of me as she slowly removed her bra and panties, revealing her perfect tits and pussy. Then she settled into my lap, sliding her wet cunt down my hard pole. Even as she was sliding up and down in my lap, though, I couldn't pay complete attention to the beautiful woman I was fucking. My thoughts were much more concerned with the beautiful woman I would soon be.

For the next couple of weeks, my life continued as it had, with two major changes. I was spending the occasional evening with Janet, and almost every spare moment I had was spent anticipating the changes I'd undergo as soon as the tailor-made virus was ready.

Needless to say, after I had been seen by some of the other guys in the lab leaving with Janet, word got around and I got my share of admiration. It wasn't anything I wasn't used to, though, since I'd always had a tendency go out with the most attractive girls, though rarely for very long. I wondered, though, what all the guys who clearly envied me would think if they knew that I'd soon be undergoing an experimental treatment to turn me into a woman.

I also started to look at them differently. In the past, I had wanted to be a girl, and had constantly fantasized about sex from the female perspective. But the men I imagined fucking me never been particular people; I'd never fantasized that I was having sex with guys I knew. Now that it looked like I was actually going to be a girl, though, I found myself thinking more about guys I knew and what they'd be like in bed. I would have expected it to bother me, but usually all it did was to make me hornier.

Dr. Lemount, of course, was barely talking to me. I could tell that, though he hadn't seemed that upset when I confessed to him that I wanted to be a girl, he was deeply shaken to know the details of my fantasy, to know what kind of girl I wanted to be.

Finally, Janet told me one evening that the virus was ready, and we could start the treatment as soon as I was ready. I say "the treatment," even though it wasn't an extensive treatment. All it entailed was an injection, though of course I would have to report weekly to the lab to be examined so that they could document the process.

Without hesitation, I told her than I'd be ready to take the injection the next morning. I had to stop myself from trying to talk her into going to the lab in the middle of the night. All through the sex, I was barely paying attention to her, so caught up was I in thinking about what was going to happen to me.

When we went in the next day, I felt like I had a rock in the pit of my stomach. I was keyed up with anticipation. An acquaintance of mine in the lab, Jason, came up to Janet and me and asked what my plans were for lunch.

"Jack won't be here for lunch," Janet said. "We'll be sending him home to rest in an hour or two."

"Why, is he sick?" Jason asked.

"No. He's our volunteer."

"Jack? What are they going to do to you, man?" he asked, turning to me. "I mean, it's not like there's a whole lot you need." Needless to say, most of the other guys that worked in the lab didn't have my athletic build.

"We're going to turn him into a girl," Janet told him. I was shocked that she would be that blunt, and started to stammer out a protest.

Jason laughed, and then stopped when he realized that she wasn't joking. "Jack! Why the hell would you let them do that?"

"He asked us to," Janet said shortly, then walked on. I followed her, unsure of what else to do. Jason stared after me with the same look I'd seen in Dr. Lemount's face for the past few weeks.

"Janet," I said, catching up to her, "what the hell did you do that for?"

"Jack, he was going to find out sooner or later. I mean, you're going to be reporting in here once a week for examinations. He's one of the techs that are going to be working on the data. Did you think he wouldn't notice that you were changing into a woman?"

"No, but you sure sprang it on him rather suddenly," I responded sullenly as I followed her into her office.

Dr. Lemount was there, looking as uncomfortable as ever with me. I knew though that he wouldn't miss the historic moment when I was injected with the mix of viruses and nano-machines that would transform me into a woman. I wondered if Janet had told him about the extra changes she had made in the virus, and what he felt about my even more extreme fantasies.

Dr. Bloom sent another tech, a girl named Emily, out to get the syringe with my custom-made virus in it. When she came back with the needle, I could see from the look on her face that Jason had spread the word about just what was being injected into me, and the fact that I'd asked for it.

I was embarrassed, of course, but it was far too late to turn back, and I was glad for that. I tried to concentrate on what I was looking forward to, on the fact that this syringe, once injected into me, would change me into a petite, outrageously busty little slut. I couldn't wait.

Janet gave me the injection. In a moment, it was over. I didn't even notice any pain. That was it, it was irrevocable now. I was going to be a girl.

I didn't hang around the lab for long. Everybody was looking at me incredulously, shocked to find out that I'd willingly volunteered to be turned from a man into a woman. Janet told me I should go home and rest, and that I'd be kept on the payroll but for the foreseeable future my only duty would be to show up once a week for examination. I drove home in a daze, not really believing what I'd done.

When I got home I went straight to the bathroom, stripped off all my clothes, and looked at myself naked in the mirror. I looked at the body that I'd had for twenty-six years, and I knew that I wouldn't have it for very much longer. Even now, it was starting to change. I knew it would be weeks before I would be able to tell the difference, but I was changing into a girl.

My thoughts were making my cock stand straight up in my reflection, so I laid down in bed to masturbate, all the time thinking about the girl I was going to be. The thought of being that girl, being a little slut with huge breasts, made me so horny I could barely breathe. The thought that I'd soon turn into a busty sex toy, and the thought of men fucking me, kept my cock as hard as iron as I stroked it again and again. I couldn't help myself. Part of me seemed to suggest that I should feel some remorse over giving up the life I'd led so far, over voluntarily reducing myself to a cum-
receptacle, a slut fit only to be fucked, but I couldn't summon any up. I couldn't wait.

Over the next weeks and months, that's how I spent much of my time. Examining myself for changes and masturbating. I watched TV, surfed the Internet, and read the news, but every time I thought about what was happening to me it made me so horny I had to jack off.

The changes, of course, started very slowly. In the tests, we'd found that it took a while for the virus to re-write the whole body's DNA. The changes in earlier animal test subjects hadn't been visible until nearly a month after the injection had been administered.

Of course, it's easier to see differences in people than in animals. The first two weeks after I was injected, my checkups showed no obvious physical change, although Janet assured me that the genetic re-writing was taking place as expected. I was still spending time with her, and we were still having sex, even though everyone else at the lab looked at me like a freak when I showed up for my checkups.

Sometime in the third week, though, I started to notice differences, or at least to imagine that I did. I thought I had lost a bit of weight, and my facial hair didn't seem quite as thick. Of course, my libido had certainly skyrocketed to the point where Janet and I had both noticed it, but we were both pretty sure that it was due to the fact that I was constantly imagining the changes that were in store for me.

My third week checkup confirmed that I'd lost some weight and a fraction of an inch of height as well. From there, the changes continued to increase.

A month after I had been injected with the virus, I was definitely skinnier. I weighed less than 200 pounds for the first time in more than a decade, and I was now only a half-inch taller than six feet, down an inch and a half from my normal height. My nipples seemed more sensitive, both during sex with Janet and during masturbation. I didn't know if that was due to my developing chest or the increased sensitivity Janet had promised to endow them with. Perhaps it was both.

Two months after I had been injected, I was down to 5' 10". I'd lost four inches of height and was now only two inches taller than Janet. My facial hair was almost gone, having lessened until it was sparse and downy. My body hair had undergone the same change, so that now I felt like a teenager. I definitely had little mounds underneath my nipples, now, and my arms and legs seemed much skinnier than I was used to. I had lost another twenty pounds, leaving me weighing only 180.

The change that I was most interested in, though (with the possible exception of my developing tits) was my dick. It was still good-sized and fully functional (to Janet's enjoyment) but it was definitely shrinking. In a way, I was a bit sad to see it go, after I'd had it for so long and been so used to it. But it was mostly nostalgia; I was still very excited to see the day when all I had between my legs was a pussy. The thought of what I'd do with my pussy as soon as I had it, the thought of men fucking me, made my slowly shrinking dick rock hard.

After three months, I definitely needed a bra. I'd never been that into girl's clothes, just girl's bodies, so I hadn't rushed out to buy female clothing as soon as I could, but by this point my breasts were really too large to go without it. I was down to 5' 8", only as tall as Janet, and looking much more feminine now, so she and I went to shop for one. As it turned out, my new titties were already a C-cup.

I knew that I wasn't all the way there yet, but when I looked in the mirror at my face, I could definitely see that I was well on my way to being the woman I would become. My features had softened into more feminine looks, though I knew that they'd continue. I now had the freckles I'd asked for, and my hair was lightening from dark brown to light.

I only weighted 150 pounds now, and losing 30 pounds in a month had left me rather weak. Or perhaps that was just the fact that my arms and legs had gotten so skinny. I certainly had a more feminine-looking body now that everything had slimmed down except my hips and chest. With the exception of the people at the lab, who'd seen me on a weekly basis since the changes had started, I don't think anybody still thought I was a man when they saw me on the street.

Since I looked so much like a woman, I'd started dressing as one. Like I said, I'd never been that into female clothes, but now that I had the body for them I was beginning to see what the attraction was. The first time I tried on a pair of thong panties and saw the little scrap of material splitting my ass cheeks, my rapidly shrinking cock got as hard as it was still capable of getting. I loved showing off my newly feminine body, and bought lots of revealing clothes.

My dick was still there, though it was much reduced from its former eight-inch length. It was barely three inches now when fully erect. Sex with Janet continued, but it tended not to center on penetration any more. We made out more like lesbians; I would finger or lick her pussy while she suckled my little dick. Sometimes I'd still stick my now-tiny dick in her pussy, but it was becoming a rare occurrence. Both of us had breasts now, so a lot of our sex-play revolved around fondling each other's titties. Mine were so sensitive that I could easily reach orgasm from tit-play alone, and I was starting to notice increased sensitivity in my mouth as well when I sucked on Janet's nipples. It made me hornier than ever the first time I realized that my tits were slightly larger than hers.

Four months into the change, there was no doubt that I was unrecognizable. I was 5' 6" tall, and weighed 130 pounds. I actually had to look up at Janet now. My hair was blonde, though not quite as light as it would eventually get. I'd dyed it to a lighter shade so that it would all match, otherwise I would have had blonde roots. My face was cute and girlish, with big blue eyes and a light spray of freckles across my nose, and about as far from my old male face as I could imagine it getting.

My body was feminine and trim. I'd gotten over the feeling of weakness I'd had for a while, but I was still getting used to the fact that there were a lot of things I no longer had the strength to lift. My hips had continued to broaden, giving me a nicely feminine hourglass figure, and my ass had blossomed out into a perfect half-circle.

Speaking of things I no longer had the strength to lift, my tits had become enormous. I had spent a good deal of my last month's income on bras, and I knew that they wouldn't slow down any time for at least another couple of months. When I went in for my weekly checkup (my seventeenth since the injection) I had just graduated from a DD-cup to an F-cup. My big titties stuck out in front of me, swaying as I walked. I could see how it affected people. All the lab techs still looked at me like I was a freak, but a number of the male ones had in the last few weeks been looking at me like I was an extremely sexy freak.

I had been encouraging it, of course. I had always wanted to be the sort of slutty girl that could tease guys with her body, and I was certainly getting to the point where I fit the part. I'd been wearing female clothes exclusively for more than a month, since they were now the only kind that fit, and Janet and I had increasingly gone out shopping for more revealing and sexy outfits. When I showed up for my examination that week, I was wearing a short skirt, heels, and a low-cut top that displayed my impressive cleavage to good advantage. I caught Jason taking a good look at my tits before he blushed and turned away.

Of course, being checked out by a guy who had formerly been disgusted by what was happening turned me on immensely. These days, ANYTHING turned me on immensely. The improvements to my libido that I had asked for had definitely started to kick in; I was constantly horny. When I caught Jason staring at my titties (I had, of course, stuck them right under his nose on my way into the lab and pressed them together so that he couldn't miss them) I felt my dick get rock hard inside of my panties, and I almost came. These days, though, my dick was less than an inch long and completely hairless, so it didn't make a noticeable bulge in the front of my skirt. When Janet came over my apartment after work, though, I nearly raped her in my excitement to get her clothes off, despite the fact that I'd done little but masturbate all day.

After five months, I was to all outward appearances a girl. I was now less than 5' 4" tall, and weighed about 115 pounds. My hair was down to my shoulders, and definitely blonde. My face was cute and feminine, my body was fantastic, and my tits were huge. I'd already graduated to an I-cup (or what amounted to one. My last few bras had needed to be custom-made.) At the rate I was growing, I didn't think it'd be more than a week before I had the J-cup I'd asked for. I was more and more fixated on the enormous size of my chest. I loved that every time I looked down; my whole field of vision was taken up by the enormous titties jutting out in front of me. For their size, they barely sagged at all. I knew that it was because they were so new, and I knew that I'd have to wear a bra almost all the time to keep them as perky as they were. But rather than being an inconvenience, that just turned me on even more.

My cock was more or less gone. At this point, it was resembled nothing more than a slightly oversized clit, and was nestled under a hood at the top of my new pussy. I wasn't deep enough yet to take a cock into my cunt, but I was inserting my finger into myself every day to see how much deeper I was getting. And I was ALWAYS wet.

But I wasn't only inserting my finger into my cunt. When Janet had said she would make my ass, mouth, and tits more sensitive, I hadn't really understood the degree that she was talking about. I found it almost impossible to stop fingering my pussy and ass, and if I had something to suck on or someone to fondle my titties at the same time, so much the better. Every time I ventured out of my apartment alone, I was accosted by some strange man (the slutty clothes that were all I had to wear anymore had something to do with that, I'm sure, as did my gigantic tits) and propositioned. Although my pussy wasn't totally developed yet, I still found myself unable to refuse, and I'd been fucked quite a few times in my ass, not to mention the multiple dicks that I'd sucked.

But I wasn't upset about the fact that I seemed to have no willpower at all, that I couldn't refuse an offer of sex. I loved it. I was a slut, just a huge-breasted girl whose only interest was sex, and it was what I'd always wanted to be.

On the particular day that I ventured out of my apartment to the lab for my 22nd examination, I found myself unable to go home. The other techs had been staring at my body when I came in for my checkup, and I was so horny that I needed some release. This new female body of mine needed constant attention, and I was up near the boiling point.

Instead of heading for my car, I walked in the direction of the instructional part of the campus. The student union was always filled with a variety of people, and I knew I'd be able to find someone there to help me out with my uncontrollable arousal.

When I walked in, all eyes were on me. I suppose it's hard not to pay attention to a girl wearing a VERY short skirt, a tank top that reveals more cleavage than three average girls have put together, and a bra. No panties.

It didn't take long for a guy to proposition me, particularly when I walked up to a table of likely prospects and leaned over it to say hello, my gigantic I-cup breasts nearly falling out of my shirt. I led him upstairs to one of the private study rooms. As we walked, I realized that in a way this was the same way things had been when I was a man. My male physique gave me an advantage in attracting women, and the new female physique I had designed for myself gave me an insurmountable advantage with guys.

When we got to the study room, I locked the door behind us. I was down on my knees immediately, forcing this nameless guy up against the table as I frantically tried to release his cock from his pants. I hadn't even asked his name, but I was desperate to blow him. My nipples were rock-hard and my little pussy was extremely wet. As I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans, I could feel his dick straining to get out.

Finally, his penis was freed from its bondage, and stood out straight from his crotch, bobbing with his heartbeat. It was long and thick, at least as long as the eight-inch cock I used to have. I loved it. I was fascinated with cocks now that I no longer had one; they just seemed to be instruments that were capable of giving me so much pleasure.

Without any hesitation, I engulfed his throbbing shaft in my hot wet mouth. I couldn't believe how pleasurable it was to suck his dick. I knew that Janet had altered my genes so that my mouth was more sensitive to pleasure, but I never would have thought that it would be possible for it to feel this good to be kneeling on the floor in a public place giving some anonymous guy a blowjob. When I'd been a guy, I'd been convinced that, while girls might have a vague enjoyment in giving a blowjob, it was mainly the guy who benefited.

That may have been true for the average girl, but it certainly wasn't for me. When I felt the hot, smooth shaft sliding in and out of my mouth, the thrusting hardness rubbing against my tongue, it felt fantastic. It turned me on to know that I was kneeling here, with a cock in my mouth, my pussy dripping on the floor and my tits nearly falling out of my low-cut shirt, but quite apart from the arousal I got from the situation, it felt fantastic just to feel that hot, thrusting meat fucking my mouth.

At the same time, I knew it would feel just as fantastic elsewhere. As his cock pistoned in and out of my mouth, I reached down between my spread legs to my sopping pussy. Even though it wasn't fully-formed, my cunt lubricated itself whenever I was horny, which these days was more or less constantly. As I'd walked from the lab to the student union, I had been able to feel the cool air against the hot wet flesh of my hairless pussy. Without any panties on, there had been nothing between my pussy and the outside air.

As my fingers slid inside my sodden cunt, I felt that it was getting deeper. It wouldn't be long now before I would be able to get fucked. But for now, I'd have to settle for masturbating my new pussy while I crouched with a fat cock between my lips, sucking it enthusiastically. The feeling of my fingers sliding into me brought me closer to orgasm. It wouldn't take much now to push me over the edge.

As my hand continued to manipulate my pussy, the other worked my shirt over my head. I leaned back, reluctantly parting with the dick in my mouth while I struggled to get my shirt over my head, and then eagerly sucked the hard cock back between my lips. I unclasped my bra, feeling my bowling-ball-sized breasts settle onto my chest, and leaned back again to remove my bra completely.

At the sight of my mammoth titties, I could see my partner's eyes widen. His cock was already as hard as rock, but it seemed to get even more rigid. I arched my back, presenting the cavernous cleavage between my tits for his use, and he took the hint immediately. His hard pole slid between the marshmallow softness of my titanic tits, and his hips began to thrust. My nipples were diamond-hard points of electric pleasure as his smooth love torpedo rocketed through the depths of my cleavage.

Tit-fucking was another of the sex acts that I doubted held much pleasure for the average woman, but I wanted to thank Janet for making my titties so much more sensitive to pleasure. With each thrust of the red-hot penis between my breasts, I found myself moving that much closer to orgasm. I loved the feeling of his hardness nestled there, loved feeling his cock sliding along the channel between my pillowy tits. Each time the head of his dick slid all the way from the top of my belly, between the gigantic mounds of my I-cup titties, to pop briefly out at the top of my cleavage and rub against my neck, I gave a little moan of pleasure. It felt so good to be titty-fucked. It felt so good for a guy to lay his cock on my chest as I pushed my titties together to give him the maximum sensation as he thrust his hips, rubbing his dick between my tits, using them for his pleasure.

Suddenly, my orgasm was on me. My little clit and my nipples felt like they were on fire as my climax erupted like a volcano and tore through me like wildfire. My moan ratcheted up into a keening scream of pleasure as I mashed my titties together, burying his cock between them. Vaguely, I was aware of him coming at the same time, the hot cum spurting out of his cockhead to splash against my neck, rivulets of creamy jism running down the huge curves of my breasts, tickling the amazingly sensitive flesh of my nipples, and then dripping onto the floor. I licked my lips to get the cum that shot me in the face.

Without missing a beat I was standing again, sliding my skirt down my legs to reveal my hairless and sodden cunt. I moved against him, rubbing my cum-soaked titties against his chest. I could feel my little nipples sliding up against him, hard points slipping against his skin. I pressed my stomach against his cock, feeling the still-hard organ jutting into me. I grabbed his ass to pull myself more tightly against him, and ground my hips into him as I slid my huge breasts around on his torso.

Without warning, I spun around. Once again reaching behind me to grab his ass, I pulled him into me, grinding my own ass back against him. I could feel his rigid penis rubbing against my back, and I knew I needed it inside me again. I needed it in my ass. I wanted nothing more in the world than to have his dick in my ass, fucking me in my backdoor. I knew how good it would feel to be ass fucked, and my asshole felt like it was burning up with anticipation.

I didn't have long to wait. My partner took the hint, and guided me forward until my waist was pressed against one of the study tables. He pushed me forward at the shoulders so that I bent over the table, my huge tits resting on the wooden surface. I knew that my perfect ass was spread wide open and ready to be penetrated. I reached back to spread it even wider, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling them apart. I couldn't resist slipping a finger up my asshole for a moment and fingering myself there, thrusting the finger up my butt a few times as I moaned at the intense bolt of pleasure it shot through my body. I almost felt like I was coming again as my finger slid up my backdoor.

"Please," I moaned. "Please fuck me in the ass. I need it."

I received no reply, but I felt my hand gently being pried from my ass. Immediately, it was replaced by a rock-hard cock that slid slowly but inexorably up into my butt. He needn't have been so gentle, since my asshole was aching to be penetrated. Inch by inch he slid his cock further up into my abdomen, penetrating my backdoor totally and completely. My ass felt so full as he finally got in all the way, splitting my ass cheeks with his hard cock. I felt it there, enveloped in my body, and loved the feeling.

Then all at once he pulled it almost all the way out of me, and then forced it back in. I cried out from the intense sensation of pleasure I got at the first full-speed thrust of his cock into my behind. I felt the force of it all through me, felt the jiggling of my titties against the table as he butt fucked me. My hands stretched out across the table, forcing my ass back into his cock as he speared me in the butt again and again. I loved it. I couldn't get enough of his cock up my ass.

His hands were on my butt now, massaging and fondling my ass cheeks as his tool ploughed the furrow between them. He grabbed and kneaded my ass, and I loved it. With each thrust of his rigid penis up into me, I pressed back into him with more force, matching his thrusts. I loved feeling his cock in my butt.

There I was, leaning over the table with my huge titties jiggling as they rested on the table, being butt fucked by some guy and loving every second of it. A few short months ago I had been a large, virile man myself, but I'd willingly been transformed into the tiny little cock-slut I currently was, and it was fantastic. As I felt the huge cock penetrating my ass and my giant tits jiggling from the force (they couldn't sway, since they were resting on the table) I had a hard time recalling what it felt like to be dishing out the fucking, instead of receiving it. I didn't want to remember, since this was so much better. I never wanted it to stop. The only wish I had at that moment was that my pussy was deep enough to get fucked.

Finally, after ramming me in the rear end with his cock repeatedly, my new acquaintance reached his orgasm. Mine had been happening almost continuously for a few minutes. The pleasure I felt emanating from my asshole stepped up a notch as he forced his cock even deeper inside of me, straining with the effort, and I felt it twitch inside my ass as it deposited its precious cargo of hot liquid pleasure there. My butt felt filled with his cum, and I loved the fact that another man had come inside of me.

We cleaned up, although it was impossible for me to clean off all the cum that had shot onto my face and tits. I'm sure that, when my partner and I left the private study area and went our separate ways, some of the people who were in the hallway could easily tell that he'd just fucked me. But I didn't care at all. I just went home to wait for Janet.

A month later, the tests confirmed that the virus and the nano-machines had finished their work on my system. And what a job they'd done.

I was a tiny little girl. I'd shrunk more than a foot to a final height of 5' 1", and everyone I had used to be taller than now towered over me. My face was cute and freckled, with enormous blue eyes. I looked almost innocent except for the hint of sexual depravity that always crept into my expression. Janet had certainly done all I could have wanted in supercharging my sex drive.

My hair was blonde and past my shoulders and, except for my eyebrows and eyelashes, was the only hair on my body. My arms, legs, and my perfectly formed pussy were completely hairless. My proportions were perfect on my tiny frame, slim but not too skinny except for my tight round ass, which flared out as an exclamation point to top off my sexy legs.

Of course, there were two parts of my body that definitely were not slim. My breasts. When they finally reached their full growth, I was forced to wear custom-made bras that would have been the equivalent of an L or an M-cup. When I asked Janet why she'd overshot my request of a J-cup rack, she said that she'd assumed I was embarrassed to ask for as much as I wanted. She was wrong, but I didn't mind. My breasts were gigantic and heavy. They made it difficult to walk quickly and impossible to run, and they jiggled constantly no matter what I wore or how slowly I moved. The gigantic weight on my chest, combined with my tiny frame, tended to overbalance me if I leaned forward at all; on the contrary, I spent most of my time leaning backwards to compensate. They were larger than basketballs. I had to reach around them to do anything at all, and they made even simple tasks like cooking much more difficult. But I wouldn't have traded them for the world.

I loved them because they proclaimed to the world what I was: a sex-toy. A slut. A woman whose only purpose in life was to get fucked by as many guys as possible, to feel the jets of their cum shooting into and onto her as often as possible.

As soon as my pussy had been deep enough to get fucked, I'd found someone to fuck me in it. It really wasn't that different from the blowjobs and ass fucks I'd been engaging in for weeks; I just had another hole that needed to be filled. But the fuck that really summed up my new existence for me was the one I got when I reported for my last official checkup.

I knew that the new procedure was a great success, and it was probably being written about in scientific journals the world over, and being readied for more extensive testing before it was put on the fast-track for use in treatment. But I wasn't keeping track of the success. It didn't matter to me anymore. All that mattered to me was cock.

I reported for my last checkup and found Jason waiting for me at his desk. Since I was keen to have a little fun with him, as well as incapable of passing up a chance to show off my ample assets, I made a show of leaning over his desk to give him a good view of my cleavage. However, I'd grown quite a bit in the tits since the last time I'd tried that trick, and this time they finally did pop entirely out of the neck of my shirt. Jason stared goggle-eyed at my gigantic titties bobbing in front of his eyes, and I felt my pussy get soaking wet just at the look on his face. I loved it that the enormous melons hanging from my chest could affect him like that, could cause the huge bulge I saw in his pants. Slowly, so as not to end the show too early, I scooped my fat titties back into my bra. I brushed against a pointy nipple and moaned involuntarily at the intense pleasure.

Jason got up, trying to hide his obvious hard-on, and led me back to Dr. Lemount's office. He'd given up being circumspect about staring at my body, and was gazing openly at my tits. My clothes certainly didn't make it hard for him, as I was only wearing a tiny tank top over my bra (I would have gone without the bra if I could have, but with my gigantic M-cup titties it was impossible.) I was wearing panties today, since my skirt was only a four-inch band of fabric and my pussy would have peeked out below it, but the panties were a tiny black g-string. The bottoms of my ass-cheeks stuck out of the bottom of the skirt in back, and my sheer panties, so form-fitting that you could see the cleft of my hairless pussy through them, were visible in front.

Quite apart from the way I was dressed was the way I moved. I swayed my hips back and forth, encouraging my skirt's tendency to ride up and show my ass and panties, and I bounced up and down exaggeratedly while I moved so as to make sure my titties jiggled as much as possible. I met every man's gaze with a smoldering look of passion. I couldn't help myself, it was just second nature now that I was constantly desperate for sex, but I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.

Once Jason and I had gotten to Dr. Lemount's office, Jason closed the door, locking the three of us inside. Dr. Lemount's eyes seemed as glued to my chest as were Jason's.

"Well, Jack," said Dr. Lemount without taking his eyes off my tremendous tits, "It looks like the procedure has been a success." This was the first time I remembered him talking to me since the night we'd worked on the model for my new body.

"Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount," I purred. I so horny that I couldn't make my voice do anything but purr. My pussy was soaking wet, and had long since soaked through my little panties. "But don't call me Jack anymore, please. I like Jackie better."

"I have to admit it fits you better, now," said Dr. Lemount. I could see that he was still upset by the knowledge that I used to be a man, and that I'd asked to be turned into the ridiculously voluptuous sex-crazed woman that I was now, but I could also see that he was turned on by it. And I thought the arousal was finally outweighing the discomfort.

"That's about the only thing that fits," Jason said, nodding towards my tight, but enormous, bra. I could hear the contempt in his voice, but I could also see the bulge in his jeans. I thought his attraction to me might be beginning to outweigh his disgust at what I'd done to myself, as well.

"Yes, I did want to ask you about that, Jackie," said Dr. Lemount. "You certainly seem much better... endowed than I expected you to be. And I must admit that what I was expecting was already quite a bit. Do you have any idea why that might be?"

"I wanted bigger titties," I breathed, "but I was too embarrassed to admit it. Then Dr. Bloom took me home with her and stroked my dick while she asked me what I really wanted. I was so horny that I admitted to her that I wanted these huge titties." To punctuate my point, and also to increase the swelling I saw in both of their crotches, I caressed my giant breasts. From the look in their eyes, I was quite successful.

"You actually like having a body like that?" Jason asked incredulously. "You really like having those huge tits hanging on your chest, and having nothing but a pussy between your legs? You really like it that you're so much shorter than everybody else?"

"I love it," I moaned.

"Well, let's get this examination underway," said Dr. Lemount, somewhat brusquely. "Strip."

Dr. Lemount had never been present during my exams before; he wasn't even a medical doctor, though he had enough knowledge of biology to enable him to design nano-machines to affect the body. But I knew that the sort of exam he had in mind didn't have anything to do with medicine. I slowly pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my enormous bra, and slid my tiny skirt down my legs.

"My god," muttered Jason. "Look at the size of those things."

I smiled at him as I undid my bra and let it slide down my arms, my gigantic titties settling on my chest. The nipples were rock hard. Both Dr. Lemount and Jason were breathing quickly, and their stiff cocks were clearly outlined by their pants.

"All the way, Dr. Lemount?" I asked coquettishly. "Should I take off my panties, too?"

"Yes, Jackie," he said. "Take it all off."

I turned away from them, feigning modesty, but in fact it was just so that they could have a clear view of my perfect ass, and the thong sliding out from between my rounded butt cheeks as I slid my sodden panties down my legs. I was bending at the waist, and my legs were slightly parted, so they could see everything all the way from my hot little asshole to my hairless cunt.

I turned back to them, a tiny-framed, impossibly busty girl standing completely naked in front of two fully-clothed men. My pussy was so wet that it was dripping down my thighs, and my nipples ached from my arousal.

"Well, Jackie," started Dr. Lemount, "it appears that everything is in order. But appearances aren't everything. I assume that you've put your new female organs to some use?"

"Oh, yes, Dr. Lemount," I grinned. I was really into turning him on now, and I had none of the reticence I'd had when I was still a man. I was too horny to. "I've put my new pussy to lots of use. I don't know how many men have fucked me."

Jason choked. I went on.

"And not just in the pussy, either. I've had men fuck me in the ass and between the tits. I've jerked them off until they shot their cum on my tits or in my face, and I've sucked more cocks than I can count."

"That's all well and good, Jackie, but all the same I think we might need to see a demonstration," said the Doctor.

"What do you want me to do?" I asked.

"Masturbate, Jackie," said Dr. Lemount. "I want to see you masturbate."

Once again, I had no hesitation. I went to his desk, having to boost myself onto it because I was so small, and sat there with my legs spread and dangling, not touching the floor, and my pussy completely open to the view of both Dr. Lemount and Jason. Eagerly, I touched my smooth pussy, running my fingers up and down along the slit and over the top of my mound. I flicked the tip of my finger against my clitoris, and jumped. My tits jiggled.

Both Jason and the Doctor were watching me closely, and I was loving it. I loved to put a show on for them, and it made me even hornier to realize what a spectacle I was making of myself, masturbating my new female body in front of two people who had been colleagues of mine when I was still a man.

I started to rub my finger against my clit. I eased into it, getting used to the sensation. Janet had told me that I was many times as sensitive to pleasure in my pussy as a normal woman would be, and I didn't doubt it. My other hand reached up to my similarly over-sensitized tits and started to knead and caress them. I flicked my nipples in time with my clit, and moaned uncontrollably. It felt so good to be female, and to be playing with myself while men watched me.

Every once in a while I'd neglect my clitoris for a moment so as to dip two or three fingers into my pussy. Even though I'd let men fuck me repeatedly, I was still rather tight just by virtue of only having had a pussy for a month or so. Despite my tightness, though, I had an uncontrollable desire to be penetrated by as big an object as possible, to feel it stretching my tight pussy. As Jason and Dr. Lemount watched, I slid three and then four fingers inside of myself, moaning at the amazing sensation of feeling so much penetrating me. Though it was so amazingly tight a fit that it hurt, I slowly slid my thumb inside myself as well, feeling my whole hand fit into my pussy. I loved it. My eyes were squeezed shut with the pain, but the pleasure was even more unbearable. I was fisting myself, and I couldn't imagine anything ever feeling better.

Suddenly, though, I had the urge to feel something inside my backdoor as well. My left hand left my tits, and I rolled onto my right hip, keeping my right hand firmly inside my cunt. My left hand crept slowly over the curve of my spectacular ass, and I felt my fingers brush up against my asshole.

Slowly, gingerly, I slid a finger inside and started to pump it in and out of my ass, in time with the entire hand I was pumping in and out of my cunt. One finger wasn't enough, though, so I slowly slid another up my ass. I loved the sensation of being full there at the same time as I was penetrated in my pussy. Another finger found its way up my rear entrance, and I now had three fingers working my ass. Another made it four.

By this time I was going for the gusto. I knew that my ass was even tighter than my pussy, but it felt so good to be finger-fucking it with all four of my fingers. In addition, I got off on feeling the stretching sensation, and knowing how much I was cramming into both my holes. My orgasm started to peak, and the pain I felt receded, replaced entirely by the pleasure. I couldn't take it, it just felt so good. It seemed like I had no control over myself as my orgasm flowed through me, electrifying every neuron in my body. My left thumb slid alongside my fingers, and I found myself fisting my pussy and ass at the same time.

I loved it, the sensation of being so impossibly full in front and back, all at once. My orgasm slowly subsided and I looked down between my spread legs, my hands both still fully inserted into my pussy and ass, to see Jason and Dr. Lemount still watching. I had forgotten all about them in my ecstasy and self-exploration.

Both of them were naked, and their hands were stroking their cocks without any sign of embarrassment. Their tools were huge. Dr. Lemount's cock had to be nine or ten inches long, and Jason's was even longer. Both were thick and very, very hard.

I was across the room like a shot, my hands popping out of my pussy and ass with some difficulty. Kneeling in front of these two men, I began to lick their dicks, alternating one after the other. I'd stroke Jason's cock while I took the Doctor's into my mouth, and then switch. My pussy and ass felt disappointingly empty while I crouched there, my huge titties swaying as I worshipped both of these large dicks, but I didn't think that would be a permanent situation.

For now, though, I could ignore the empty sensation in my two orifices, as I was more concerned with the intense pleasure I was receiving from my mouth. I loved to take cocks into my mouth and this situation, having two presented to me to be sucked at the same time, was twice the pleasure I was used to. I loved to slide my tongue over the long, smooth side of Jason's 12-inch cock before engulfing it in my mouth and trying to get as much of it as possible down my throat. I loved to switch from his to Dr. Lemount's shorter but thicker member, feeling it stretch my lips. Janet had certainly done her job ensuring that I got sexual pleasure from being penetrated in my mouth; it felt fantastic.

But quite apart from how good it felt, there was the psychological factor. I loved to be the girl, the slut, kneeling in front of two naked men who were desperate to use me for sex. I loved the fact that both of them knew that I used to be a man, but my body was so sexy that they couldn't help but be aroused by it and wanted to fuck me anyway. And it was absolutely fantastic, while I was enjoying the pleasurable sensation of having a cock in my mouth, to be jacking off another dick, to feel the hot, thrusting shaft rock-hard in my hand as I stroked it insistently. It was great to know that both of these guys were so horny for me that they both wanted to be in my mouth.

I sucked them for all I was worth, first one and then the other. I alternated rapidly, trying to entice them to orgasms as close together as possible. Every time I was at work on Jason, my head bobbing away and my tits jiggling wildly from the effort, and he'd start to buck his hips a bit too frantically, I'd switch to Dr. Lemount, taking his cock in my mouth and jacking off Jason so as to maintain his arousal. Every time Dr. Lemount started to seem to be near his orgasm, I'd take my hot, wet mouth from his cock and wrap it back around Jason's, trying to slowly ratchet up the arousal in both of them.

Finally, I could feel that they were both very near their climax, and I couldn't realistically delay it any longer. Jason's dick was in my mouth, but my hand on Dr. Lemount's seemed to be giving him nearly as much sensation. Jason's hips started to buck, and I felt the cum start to shoot out of his dick. I swallowed the first load or two, but then leaned back so that his cum was shooting out onto my face, spraying my neck and tits and then dripping down from them as the next load hit me again. I was soaked in his cum.

At the same time, I was still jacking off Dr. Lemount's thick pole. He could see Jason's cock spraying cum on me like a fire-hose, and the sight pushed him over the edge. Cum shot out of his dick, spraying my face, neck, and tits, and mixing with Jason's wherever it landed. I opened my mouth to catch what I could, savoring the taste of the mixed varieties of cum as they mixed together in my mouth. As both men finished their orgasms, the last few drops of cum leaking from their dicks to land on me, I started to scoop up the cum that had soaked my tits, ladling it into my mouth.

But while I was eagerly ingesting their cum, they weren't idle. I felt their hands on me, guiding my tiny body towards the desk. The papers and documents on the desktop were brushed aside onto the floor as Jason helped boost me onto it. I laid down on my back, my legs spread and my ass teetering on the edge of the desk. I was completely open to him.

I stared down between the deep canyon created between my gigantic, quivering breasts, and I could see my hairless mound between my legs. My thighs were spread wide to present as inviting a sight as I could to Jason, who stood massaging his dick between my spread legs. I could see him staring at my bare pussy, and I knew he was thinking about how horny I was, what a panting little cock-crazy slut I had turned myself into. But all I cared about was getting his hardening dick into me.

As I lay on my back, massaging my super-sensitive titties while my hips thrust of their own volition, I could see Jason's cock rising to the occasion. Slowly, it inflated back to its full size and hardness, and the hunger I saw in his eyes, the desire for my sexy, incredibly big-busted little body, seemed to grow. I felt the hot head of his dick at the entrance to my cunt. Slowly he slid it up into me, feeling his hot shaft filling my sloppy cunt. I'm sure he expected some resistance; a guy with a cock that size has to be used to it, but I was so horny, and so stretched out from the fist-fucking I had given myself already, that he slid inside of me with no problems whatsoever. My sopping wet pussy slid over his cock like a fleshy envelope, and as soon as he was completely inside of me I started to come, just from the pleasure of having my anticipation finally satisfied.

His lovely, enormous cock started to thrust in and out of me, and my orgasm continued to flow through my body, from the red-hot center of it in my pussy out to the tips of my extremities. All the time, Jason was pumping away in my crotch, filling my love-hole with his insistently thrusting meat. My mouth moved, begging him for more without coherent words. I couldn't form them, the ecstasy was so great.

It was at this point that Dr. Lemount climbed onto me. I had forgotten all about him, but he took the opportunity to remind me of his existence by climbing onto the table and straddling my chest. The weight of his body on top of the tiny girl I now was knocked the breath out of me, and was uncomfortable to say the least, but when he slid his thick shaft in between my fat titties, I couldn't bring myself to ask him to get off. He reached down, pressing my enormous breasts together and sandwiching his dick between them. I felt him there, his dick on my chest but completely surrounded by the hot pillowy softness of my overgrown mammaries. I loved the feel of it. I couldn't believe how much pleasure resulted from having a dick between my tits, thrusting into the yielding flesh of my breasts. He slid easily between them, my tit-canyon having been well-lubricated with cum, and with every thrust of his dick into my cleavage I gave a little yelp of pleasure.

But at the same time, I felt Jason's big cock fucking me in my pussy. Both of them were thrusting into (or against) me at the same time, both of them using me for their pleasure. Even though I knew that my own enjoyment was incidental to them, I loved it. I couldn't imagine anything better than lying here with a cock in my twat and another between my tits, moaning for more sex as they thrust away obliviously. It felt great; I was orgasming steadily, and I loved the sensations my female body was giving me.

After a few minutes of frantic pumping away in my pussy and between my tits, both guys were nearing their orgasms. Once again, they came at almost the same time. Jason slammed inside of me, filling me as deep as I'd ever had it, and I felt the cum spill out of his cock, filling up my insides with the hot wet goodness he shot into my pussy. A moment later, Dr. Lemount's cock spurt out its payload onto my chest, adding to the mixed cocktail of jism there. I couldn't see his cock cum, since it was completely enveloped between my enormous breasts, but I could feel him tense and shoot his load, and I could feel the warmth and the gooey wetness between my titties.

As soon as Dr. Lemount got off of me Jason grabbed my hips, easily flipping me over so that I was face-down on the desk. It was easy for him now that I was so tiny and light. Without missing a beat, he jammed his still-hard cock back into my pussy from behind, fucking me doggy-style now. I could feel his foot-long cock spearing me in my tight cunt, sliding into me again and again as his hands ran over my hips and my luscious ass. Each thrust of his cock into me made my titties shake, and little drops of cum dripped down from my diamond-hard nipples to land on the desk. He pulled me back onto his cock, penetrating me deeper now that he had better leverage. I loved it. It made me feel so
dirty and sexy to be fucked from behind, like an animal. I had an animalistic need to be fucked, and Jason's big cock reaming my pussy was certainly filling it.

At the same time, Dr. Lemount had moved in front of me, and his thick piece of meat was pointing right at my face. The head of his hard cock was pointed straight at my lips, and I took the hint. I luxuriated in the feeling of having a cock in my mouth again as I slid my wet horny lips down along his shaft until it was buried in my throat, and my lips were wrapped around the base. I loved to feel a thick cock filling my mouth. My tongue played along the bottom of his pole as my head bobbed up and down along it, my tits shaking with the effort I was putting into blowing him. I loved to take cocks into my mouth now, loved to service them with my lips, feeling them get more and more excited as I suck for all I'm worth, until finally they deposit their precious cargo down my throat.

It didn't take long before I had the cargo that I wanted, and Dr. Lemount groaned as he collapsed next to me, lying on the desk. Desperate for more sex (even if one of my partners was near exhaustion) I leapt on top of him, feeling Jason's dick slide out of me, and started grinding my pussy down against his still-hard cock. I didn't want to give him time to go limp. My attentions seemed to work, because his cock remained stiff as a board and his hands came up to grab my hips as his hard dick slid into me. I could feel it filling my pussy, taking the place that Jason's cock had vacated only seconds before. Despite the load of cum I already had inside me, I wanted more.

I crouched there, my pussy impaled on Dr. Lemount's thick cock, bouncing up and down on his pole and feeling it in my pussy, still loving the feeling of being fucked. It was impossible to get bored with anything that felt this good. I leaned forward, resting my tits on his chest as he fucked me. They didn't rest there, actually; they were too slippery with cum, and our fucking was too energetic for that. They slid all over his chest, and the extra sensation on my sensitive titties made me even wetter and hornier, if that were possible. Dr. Lemount didn't seem to mind being smeared with the mixture of cum that was soaking my tits, either. He was much too engrossed in fucking me.

While I was busy bouncing my tiny body up and down his cock, though, I looked over my shoulder to Jason. Wordlessly, with moans and a beckoning motion, I conveyed my desire to have another cock inside me. He didn't waste time complying. As Dr. Lemount lay underneath me, his cock pistoning in and out of my dripping cunt and my tits sliding over his chest, Jason came up behind me, standing next to the desk as his rigid dick slid up and down between my ass cheeks. He knew what I wanted, but he was only teasing me, letting his cock slide up and down my ass crack but only brushing it against my asshole each time instead of fucking me there like he knew I needed. Even though I knew this was only to build anticipation, that he'd definitely have his cock buried up my backdoor in a few moments, I groaned in frustration. I couldn't stand waiting. I wanted his cock up my ass right NOW! I was an incurable ass-slut.

After making me wait for it for a few more moments, though, Jason did indeed slip his cock into me, filling my asshole with hard thrusting cock. I was completely full in my cunt and my ass, and as Jason and Dr. Lemount settled into a rhythm, fucking me from the front and behind, I loved it. I loved being so stuffed full of cock in both my holes, I loved being caught between two dicks like pincers. I loved the fact that I was now such a horny girl that two guys together couldn't completely satisfy me. Quite simply, I loved being fucked.

And I continued to get fucked. Jason's cock in my ass and Dr. Lemount's in my pussy drove into me again and again, and each time I felt ecstasy jolt through my entire body. I loved the sensation of having two cocks in me at once, and I knew I'd be repeating it as often as possible. Both stiff rods felt like iron, and they were both penetrating me in my soft and yielding flesh. I was stuck there, I couldn't have stopped if I wanted to, and I loved it. I loved being overpowered and fucked by guys, I loved being penetrated with their enormous cocks, and I loved being a slave to my own desires, my supercharged libido.

With every thrust of those two enormous cocks inside of me, I felt a little more pleasure. Feeling Dr. Lemount filling my pussy with his cock, and Jason's penis buried inside my backdoor, both of them sliding in and out of my sexual orifices, was rapture beyond anything I'd experienced before. When I had been a man, fantasizing about being a girl, I'd thought I might be exaggerating the pleasure, making it more than it really was, but now I knew that if anything I had underestimated it. There was nothing more enjoyable than crouching here, my pussy and ass both filled with hard thrusting cock, and waiting to be filled up with even more cum. I loved it. And I knew I'd spend the rest of my life doing it.

And even when they finally came, filling up both my holes with their hot load of creamy cum, I still loved it. When they left me there on the desk and went to clean up, I lay there covered in sweat and cum, with even more jism leaking from my pussy and my ass to pool on the desk, and I reflected on what I'd done to myself and my life. All there now was sex; it was all I was interested in, and certainly all I was good for. My body was so exaggerated as to make anything else impossible, even if I could go five minutes in the company of other people without wanting to rip off my clothes and let them fuck me. I wouldn't even be any good as a whore, since I'd never be able to refuse guys even if they claimed to have no money. All I was, and all I would ever be, was a slut.

And I loved being a slut.

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