by Candy Banger
I walked down the stairs, feeling my new womanly breasts bouncing slightly as I walked. It felt amazing, having this mound of flesh bobbing up and down as I moved. I couldn’t believe women got to have these things attached to their torsos all day. They felt fantastic! Hell, it wasn’t just women who got to have this - it was me, too! I was a woman now!
I began searching the crowd for Chad, but it was difficult to recognise him amongst the sea of werewolves, zombies, ghosts and ghouls. I pushed my way into the kitchen, but he was nowhere to be seen, so I decided to check out the garden. Out there, I saw a group of drunken Oompa Loompas bobbing for apples. I felt a sudden urge to press my plump, red lips around a crisp apple, to sink in my teeth and enjoy the flavour of the fruit in my new womanly guise. Did women taste differently to men? What must it feel like to eat the fruit that the very first woman had supposedly eaten too? Would the apple taste the same to me as it had done to Eve all those years ago?
Suddenly, I was shaken from my reverie by a small, soft hand, pressing against my bare forearm. The hairs on my arm stood on end. This was the first time I’d been touched as a woman. This was the touch of a woman, touching a woman. I spun around to see who was there, and my eyes widened when I saw who it was.
‘Stacey!’ I said. My voice had come out so softly. It was a smoother, more elegant version of my old voice. As a man, I’d always found my voice a bit whiney, pathetic. But as a woman I sounded sultry, smooth, buttery. It was a rich, sweet voice.
Stacey looked at me quizzically for a few moments. ‘Do I know you?’ she asked.
‘I’m Morticia,’ I replied quickly. ‘This is a great party.’
Stacey smiled, and we walked away from the Oompa Loompas, who were getting a bit overexcited and one of them had just jumped, fully-clothed, into the barrel. We headed over to the fence at the end of the garden, and stood in the shadows, lit only by the dim glow of a large pumpkin, flickering with an eerie candlelight, emanating from its grizzly jaw and evil, triangular eyes.
‘I’m glad you’re enjoying the party,’ Stacey said shyly. ‘Me and my roommates have been organizing it for weeks.’
I looked at Stacey’s silhouette in the candlelight. She was so beautiful. Tonight, like so many other girls here, it seemed, she was dressed like a fairy. She had wings on her back, a little silver wand, which she was fiddling with nervously, and was wearing a cute, tight white minidress. We must have looked funny together, her all in white, like an angel, and me, dressed in black, like the harbinger of death.
‘I like your costume,’ Stacey said, waving her wand in the direction of my dress. ‘Can I touch it?’
My jaw opened aghast. Is this what women did? Touched each other’s dresses? I nodded, dumbly.
Stacey ran her fingers over the sleek fabric of my dress, her hands beginning their journey at my hips, stroking my voluptuous hip bones, and moving backwards, around to the top of my ass, then traveling up my waist, toward my chest.
‘Stacey…’ I breathed, but it was as if she was in some kind of trance.
She looked up at me, her wide, innocent fairy eyes batting their eye lashing provocatively as she took one of my breasts in her hands. ‘Can I see it?’ she asked, tentatively, with a small, shy giggle. But there was also a deep, burning fire behind her eyes, almost as if there was a candle inside her head too, just like the pumpkin. I knew that look. It’s the way I’d been looking at her for the past few months. She was lit up with desire.
I nodded again, scared that if I spoke too much, this spell might break. I pulled back the fabric of my dress, which had grown extremely taut, as if my breasts had continued to grow since I’d left the bathroom. I looked down at my chest. I was more than a Double D now. What was I? E? F? G? I’d never seen tits this big in real life.
When I finally pulled back the fabric, revealing one perfect, pale, buxom breast, I was as surprised by it as Stacey was. Gleaming white in the candlelight, it was as round and beautiful as the moon. The nipple pointed ever so slightly up towards the sky, in demonstration of just how pert the breasts was, and it stuck out, hard, as if asking - no, begging - to be sucked.
Stacey ran her fingers over the breast, and I felt that tingling between my legs begin to grow again.
I looked towards the back garden, fearing that everybody could see us, but positioned in the shadows like this, we were nothing more than black shapes to them, I imagined. Black shapes, moving ever closer together, touching and teasing one another. Two perfect examples of the female form, connecting in bold new ways.
‘I want to put it in my mouth,’ Stacey said, looking up at me with another giggle. ‘Will you let me do that?’
Her little pink lips looked hungry for me now. Her breathing had grown heavier. I wondered whether she was experiencing the same tingle between the legs as me. ‘Yes, Stacey,’ I whispered. ‘Put your lips around me.’
She lowered her head to my huge, bulging breast, and her little wet tongue reached out to my nipple, licking gently around the outside, then I felt her lips touch down on me, as she sucked at me with all her might.
‘Fuck,’ I gasped, as her fingers kneaded my breast, and her left hand found its way to my other breast, freeing it of its tight fabric, and circling the nipple in time with her tongue on my other breast. It felt incredible. More than incredible.
My hands reached for Stacey’s breasts in return, and I was amazed how different they felt to mine. Slightly smaller, but still plump and round and juicy. The nipples were hard under her dress, but I could feel that they were bigger than mine, like two big teats that my mouth ached to suck on. I found myself reaching underneath her skirt too. Running my fingers over her little satin crotch, just as I’d done with my own, back in the bathroom.
But just as my fingers were about to peel back her panties, to explore her pussy lips and see how they felt compared to my own, to see if I she felt as wet as I did right now, we were startled by the sound of a snapping twig, just inches away from us.
‘What’s going on here, then?’ said a deep, manly voice.
A voice that I recognized all too well. Oh shit. Chad.
As Chad stepped into the shadows with us, his eyes acclimatized to the darkness, and then widened in delight at the scene before him. Stacey had her lips locked around my right breast, looking up at him, and I had one hand on Stacey’s tit and one inside her panties. Would Chad know it was me? Did he recognize me? Should I say anything?
‘Well, well,’ Chad said. ‘Don’t stop on my account, ladies.’ He flashed us a dirty grin.
What a prick, I thought. No wonder so many women thought men were absolute sleazeballs. Chad had no right to be ogling us like this. He should leave Stacey and I to it. And yet… Something about the sound of his voice, and the scent of him, so near me, was making the wetness spread between my thighs even faster. What was going on. Did I want to fuck Chad?
CHAPTER SIX
‘Get lost, jerk,’ said Stacey, her lips finally moving away from my nipple.
‘It’s okay,’ I said, before I knew what I was doing. ‘He can stay.’ Fuck, why was I saying Chad could stay? Why would I risk angering Stacey like this?
Stacey looked at me in disbelief. ‘I’m not doing this while he watches, thank you very much,’ she said angrily. I withdrew my hand, reluctantly, from her panties. I was hardly going to finish this while she was angry. ‘I’m going inside,’ she said to me, ignoring Chad. ‘If you want to finish this off in private, then come and find me.’
She pulled her dress back over her breasts, and walked away, head held high in contempt as she passed Chad.
I stood back against the fence, panting, turned on and frustrated, wondering what the heck I had just done. Should I go after her?
‘Bloody lesbians, eh?’ said Chad, smiling, and taking a step towards me.
I could head the heavy sound of my own breath. My heart was thumping in my chest. Why did it feel so dangerous all of a sudden to let Chad so close to me?
Chad! I wanted
to cry out. It’s me! Your best friend Tom! Something weird’s going on, buddy. I’ve been through some big changes lately…
But I didn’t say a word as Chad took another step closer.
‘You in Freshman year?’ he asked my breasts, not even bothering to pretend to show an interest in my face.
‘Sophomore,’ I blurted out, catching myself and resisting the temptation to add: ‘I’m doing the same major as you.’
‘Funny,’ Chad said. ‘I’ve never noticed either of you before.’ His eyes remained firmly on my breasts, and it was obvious who he was addressing. Stacey was right. What a jerk. What a muscular, toned, fuckable jerk. Chad’s green muscles glistened in the candlelight. I longed to reach out and touch his big, hard pecs.
Wait… what was I thinking?
‘Listen,’ said Chad, taking one final step towards me and closing off the gap between us completely. ‘I think it’s about time we got to know each other better.’
Better? I wanted to cry out. I know all about you, Chad. I know how you lost your virginity. I know about the time you screwed two chicks in your mom’s bed. I know what brand of shower gel you use. How much better could I know you, bro?
But again, I didn’t say anything, and suddenly, I realized exactly how much better I was about to know Chad.
As he pressed his body against mine, I felt a warm, hard lump pressing against my dress.
‘Sexy witch’s costume,’ he breathed into my ear. ‘It really shows off what you’ve got.’ His hands slid up to my breasts, which still hung loose out of my dress, after Stacey had released them into the night air. He began stroking my breasts, at first gently, and then grabbing them in great big hulking handfuls. Though Stacey’s soft little hands had felt amazing on me, I realized how much more I liked the feeling of a big, rough pair of man’s hands upon me. Even though my breasts were now enormous, Chad’s huge hands still managed to grab a decent handful of them in one go. He was so strong and confident. I could hear the breath at the back of his throat, gruff and animal, as he touched me. I knew at once that he was the predator and I was his prey. My best friend was about to eat me all up.
‘I wanna fuck you out here,’ Chad growled into my ears. ‘I’m gonna stick my big green monster cock into your tight, wet, witch’s pussy.’
I felt a spasm between my legs as he growled the word ‘pussy’ at me.
Whereas Stacey had asked my permission before taking my breasts into her mouth, Chad didn’t feel the need to ask me what I wanted. He had just told me what he wanted. And told me what he was going to do about it.
I felt his big, strong hands lift me up into the air, pushing me back against the wooden fence, scraping the delicate, soft skin of my back ever so slightly, as he hoisted me into the air, holding me up with one hand as I heard him unzipping his fly with the other.
‘They call me the Incredible Hulk,’ Chad said, maneuvring a big, hot, hard lump of skin between my thighs, ‘and you’re about to see why.’
I almost squealed, screamed out to Chad that I was his best friend, I was a man - or at least, I used to be - and that we should really make sure we want to do this before we commit to sticking parts of ourselves into parts of each other. But when I felt his fingers tugging at my panties, I was powerless to do anything but moan. With a strange, creaking noise, I heard my panties rip between his fingers, and, with a swift movement of his fingers, he threw them down onto the grass.
‘That’s got rid of that problem,’ he laughed.
Suddenly, I felt the tip of something smooth and enormous, pressing against my pussy, and I knew that it must be Chad’s cock, pushing up against me, desperately trying to spilt me open and squeeze all the way in. For a moment I felt frozen by fear, thinking something so big would never fit inside me, but I took in a deep breath, smelling the musky animal scent of Chad and filling up my lungs with him, and suddenly I got so wet that I practically slid down onto his cock like a fireman going down a pole.
Fuck! It was a tight fit, but it felt like nothing I’d ever experienced before. To have your insides completely taken up by someone else. To have a hot, hard lump of flesh belonging to another person, squeezed right into your most intimate part. I felt that tingling I’d felt earlier, except now I felt it everywhere. At the entrance to my pussy, around the lips, in my clit, all the way up and down the tight, moist passage he was filling, at the cervix and the entrance to my womb (I had a womb now?). I almost let go of the fence and just melted all over this man right there and then.
‘Here we go then,’ Chad said, grinning at me and licking his lips. ‘You’re in for a bumpy ride.’
He pushed his hands up my skirt and grabbed my buttocks, then, pulling them apart ever so slightly, so as to pull my pussy hole a little wider, giving him easier access to me, making it easier for me to slide, he began to lift me up, and then push me back down again. Hoisting me up, pulling me down. My pussy was so wet I slid up and down easily, and he began to jolt me up and down even harder and faster. My tits began flying up and down, two huge wobbling moods of flesh, and Chad grabbed one of them between his teeth and growled, sucking and biting at my big, round tit as he fucked me.
‘That’s it!’ I found myself gasping. ‘Bang me! Bang me as hard as you can!’
I didn’t care that I was shouting now. I didn’t care that I was being vulgar, either. Being around Chad in this way - having him inside me - made me feel like I was part of him somehow. Chad was inside me. That’s all I kept thinking. My best friend is inside me.
Chad began fucking me so hard that the fence was shaking behind me, and he was banging me so hard up against it that it was making a heavy thud each time his cock thrust into me.
‘You sexy little witch!’ Chad shouted, as he grabbed the other breast between his teeth, and bit so hard it felt like he might draw blood. ‘I’m gonna give you a fuckin’ trick or treat!’
At that moment, I felt his cock grow even larger, like it was trying to break free of my pussy, pushing against the walls of my long, moist passage so hard that I thought he might break me. Then the giant, hard cock began pulsing and throbbing inside me, so hard I swear I felt each individual thick vein along the entire length of his gigantic rod. And then I felt it: the smooth, thick semen, travelling up, through my cervix and into my womb, filling me up with his seed.
‘Fuck!’ shouted Chad, as he pulled me down as hard as he could onto his cock, squirting his cum for what felt like hours. This man was a spunk machine. I’d never cum that hard in all my life.
Then, finally, he looked at me, his eyes dazed and satisfied-looking, his lips full and engorged. ‘Thank you,’ he whispered, and lowered his lips onto mine. Softly, probingly, his tongue searched for my own, and he began to kiss me, as gratefully as if he was drinking nectar from a crystal glass. ‘You’re perfect,’ he said, when his lips finally left mine.
‘You’re my Prince Charming,’ I replied quietly, feeling his semen begin to drip out between my legs, hoping that it wouldn’t be too long before I got to fuck him again.
Chad lowered me back down to the ground, and then he looked behind me. Shit. The party. I’d forgotten there were other people here. That other people had seen me lose my virginity.
The Oompa Loompas were watching us with enormous grins, and I swear a couple of them were stroking themselves as they stared at us… But I was so full of pleasure that I couldn’t quite bring myself to feel embarrassed. In fact, why shouldn’t other people get pleasure from watching me fuck? I was gorgeous. I knew that. Some of the men at this party might even masturbate over thoughts of me all night long. I liked that thought. But it was only Chad who was going to get to fuck me. It was only Chad who was going to get to fill me up with his seed.
‘Listen,’ said Chad, zipping himself up. ‘That was incredible, but I’ve got to go now. I was supposed to be here with someone. I need to go and find my friend Tom.’
I smiled as I heard him saying my name, and reached out and caressed his stubbly, green cheek. ‘I’m
right here, Chad,’ I said. ‘I’m right here.’
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