Addicted to Womanhood 1

by Zoe Brown

  Nor did Brianna fail to notice the intensity of my attention. Once her new breasts finished forcing their way passionately and pleasurably out of her chest, she lovingly and teasingly caressed them with her smallish, elegant, dainty little hands, purring at me as she reached inside of her bag and withdrew a small, little lacey bundle of cloth in a deep, dark ruby shade of red. “OHhhhh… you enjoyed watching that, didn’t you?” she purred at me, pulling the bundle of floral patterned red lace, with dark, purple shoulder straps around her chest and started fastening it behind her back. A half moment later than I should have, I recognized the garment for the bra that it clearly was – I was that lustfully distracted, fixated on the perfect shape of her new, beautiful breasts.

  “I really, really did,” I sighed heavily, agreeing with Brianna. The pretty redhead grinned again, and delicately seated her new breasts in the cups of the sexy, new deep-ruby-red lacey bra that she’d just put on.

  “You know you don’t have to hold back,” she encouraged me in a low and sultry tone (for her new, mezzo-soprano voice, at any rate), gesturing at the obvious tent in my pants. “I’m enjoying myself…” she tapped the shaft of the cock that was still standing firmly at attention, swinging wildly back and forth between her thighs whenever her body twisted this way or that. When I glanced at the thing again, I noticed that the end of the tube of sock material seemed just a little bit damp, and then I sucked in a breath, realizing that every time she cried out, every time she groaned or moaned, she must have been spurting a load of her own cum inside of those socks.

  I had no idea why, but the thought of that actually turned me on even more. Still, I hesitated. “You wont mind?” I asked, hoarse and breathless, tapping the still-aching tent in my own crotch.

  “Mmmmm… no, not at all,” Brianna moaned again, gasping softly as the transforming effect of the Werewoman drug began to move on over her body again. Quickly, while she still had a few seconds, she turned back towards her gym bag again and pulled out another pair of items: a small, black over-the-shoulder purse and another little bundle of deep-ruby-red cloth that matched the bra she’d just wrapped around her chest and her new breasts. She set the bundle of cloth on the top of the island again, and moaned another time, glancing back over her shoulder at me with her mouth hanging faintly open as she fought for breath, clearly steeling herself for another surge of orgasmic, pleasurable transformation effects but also tremblingly working to get the zipper of her purse open as she did so. Meanwhile: “Not at all,” she repeated at me, gasping for breath as she spoke, “In fact – I find it – really, kind of… mmmmmm… sexy… exhibitionist and all…” she panted, pulling a few tubes and palettes of makeup out of her purse and setting them on top of the island, managing a flirtatious smile and a batting of dark, long eyelashes at me before her mouth dropped open even further and she moaned long and loudly again: “Nnnngg-Ahhhh-AHHHHHHHH!!”

  I yanked open my trousers as she cried out, pulling my cock out of my boxers and grasping it firmly in my hand, squeezing it lightly, stimulatingly. I needed no further encouragement to begin touching myself than her words, and no further inspiration beyond her impassioned cries and the sudden arching of her back: “Ahhh-AHHHH-NNnnnnnggggAHHHHHH!” the sexy, early-twenties-something redheaded young woman in front of me cried out in ever-increasingly-passionate tones as she gripped the edge of the island countertop next to her with both hands, turning her body diagonally away from me as she did so (and… probably unintentionally aiming the side and back profiles of her still-flat male ass and bony, shapeless male-hips in my direction as she did so) and shaking all up and down her body. There was another soft, barely detectable series of little popping sounds – pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! – as the base of her spine suddenly curved inwards on itself, forming the deliciously feminine S-shape of a beautiful young woman’s lower back and thrusting Brianna’s generously feminine new breasts up and out in front of her while pushing her flat, bony, and shapeless still-male ass and hips out and up behind her at the same time. Although, if what I’d witnessed thus far was any indication, I didn’t think those hips and that ass weren’t going to stay flat, or bony, or shapeless for very long.

  Chapter Six

  Even before Brianna had recovered from the changes to the curve of her lower spine, or could regain her balance, she whimpered and then cried out again – “MMmmmph! AhhhhHHHH!” – gripping the countertop a little tighter and bracing her feet against the floor as the sides of her waist suddenly and dramatically pulled inwards on themselves. Meanwhile, at the same time, the bones in her narrow male hips began softly popping -I could only faintly hear it, but it was there – and pulling her hips wider and wider apart, rounding them out slowly into the wider curves of a woman’s rounded hips even as her waist was being carved and reshaped by invisible hands into the slender mid-point of some classically sexy hourglass curves. And all of that didn’t even hold a candle – in my, uh, very aroused and very interested perspective, that is – to watching the flat, shapeless backside of her ass suddenly and swift fill out, plump up, and inflate into a ripe, full, bubble-butt. Her stick-like, long, bony legs plumped up and filled out with deliciously feminine curves as well: her calves became long and delicately curved, and her thighs thickened up, toned up, and tightened up until all I could think about was having them wrapped around my hips or my waist while I power-pumped my hard cock into the wet, warm, willing pussy of the girl who possessed them.

  Watching all of those changes, and listening to the impassioned, erotic, sensual moans, whimpers, and cries of the beautiful red-headed vixen clinging to my kitchenette island countertop as the disparate pieces of her lower body swiftly transformed from the shapeless, vaguely-androgynous-shaped bottom, waist, hips, and legs she had previously possessed into their deliciously-feminine, sexy counterparts, I actually had to stop stroking my cock and start squeezing it off instead. I didn’t want to waste the powerful, impending orgasm that I could feel was coming just yet. I wanted to save my lustful arousal for when Brianna’s body was fully transformed, fully female, so that we could enjoy the fruits of her sexy-transformation and my panting, achingly-close-to-the-edge orgasmic denial together.

  “Ohhhhhh… balls…” I heard the hot, sexy redheaded girl whimper, and then laugh, sagging against the countertop again once the bulk of her lower body had completed its feminization and the flowering of its new, sexy, female curves. She was clearly still feeling the erotic effects of that last burst of feminizing metamorphosis, and her legs didn’t seem quite entire steady underneath her, but when she turned her head towards me and blew out a breath with a smile, I could see the ecstatic, lustful joy that was radiating out of her, and her smile pulled one of my own out of me in response.

  “That was… just…” I blew out a shaky, panting breath of my own and flexed my eyes wide at her for a moment, “maybe the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life – and I’ve seen a lot of sexy fucking things.”

  Brianna laughed again, ducking her head at the flattery. Her cheeks colored even further as she swiped the small, dark-ruby-red bundle of floral-lace-patterned cloth off of the countertop and turned completely back towards me again with another smile. “I only have a few seconds again, maybe like sixty, so I have to hurry.” She was still panting for breath as she reached down and yanked the tube of socks off of her cock, using an undampened portion of the fabric to wipe the sticky residue off of the head of her cock before she tossed the cum-filed sock-tube into the pile of her male clothing that was accumulating by my front door and then quickly wriggled her newly feminine legs, wide and womanly hips, and pert, perfect bubble-butt into a pair of sexy, lacey dark-ruby-red panties that matched the bra. They didn’t fit perfectly, of course – not yet. Her big, hard, throbbing male cock was still there, tenting out the front of her panties now as it had her boxers a few minutes before, but it didn’t seem to be leaking or spurting cum any more, and Brianna didn’t seem to be worried that it would.

  I was curious about the tim
e limit that she’d mentioned. “Sixty seconds until… what happens?” I asked her. I had a suspicion that I could probably guess the answer – after all, that big cock and the balls hanging beneath her crotch seemed to be the last male body parts that the foxy redheaded young woman across the apartment from me still possessed – and I had it on pretty good authority that those male bits wouldn’t be there any more once the transformation had run and done. I’m pretty sure that Brianna had a fair idea that what I was hinting at, as well. She didn’t tease me this time, but she did glance up at me and bat her eyelashes slowly and seductively, holding my eyes and licking her perfectly pretty, feminine lips long and slow for a moment while she held my gaze -- until she suddenly stiffened again, her mouth dropping open wordlessly for a trio of heartbeats as her whole body shivered all up and down. Then she cried out again, her head and neck arching forward as her whole body shook and quivered beneath her. “—nnnngggg—AHHHH!!”

  My cock spasmed in my hand again, aching and desperate to cum, and I sucked in a deep, sharp breath again, squeezing the ejaculate impulse off at the head and fighting my orgasm back from the edge once more. “What was that?” I groaned over at my one-night Werewoman hook-up.

  Brianna grinned at me, holding onto the countertop again, unsteadily, and gasping with pleasure as she met my eyes with her own, lusty ones. “One of my balls just pulled back up inside of my crotch,” she purred, seductively, grabbing a few of the items she’d placed on the table in front of her and then pulling something else out of her gym bag before taking one unsteady step in my direction, and then another, pressing the balled up fist of her right hand against first the kitchenette island for support, and then reaching out around her for the wall, for the fridge, for the stairs to my loft as she unsteadily crossed the room towards me, walking on legs that were wobbly from a seemingly-non-stop series of staggering orgasms.

  While she approached, however, I was having to squeeze my cock off again, groaning and forcing yet another orgasm back down as the matter-of-fact way with which she’d delivered her last statement pulled yet another yearning, aching thirst for – something – out of my loins. To fuck something, or someone, or be fucked, or something, something I couldn’t quite put my finger on, but something that was definitely, or at least tangentially related to the hot redhead that was slowly and steadily stalking towards me. “Shit, doesn’t…” I laughed and shook my head, feeling utterly blowing out another breath as my cheeks warmed and my eyes flowed up and down her beautiful, sexy, almost-entirely-female body. Of the man who entered my apartment less than ten minutes ago, only the cock remained now – and one ball apparently, “…that doesn’t hurt?”

  The foxy redhead shook her head at me with a mischievous smile. “Feels fantastic,” she whimpered, panting, “There’s a little, sharp, sexy pinch, and then … nnngggg!” She staggered against the stairs to the loft, only half a dozen feet away from me, a pair of dark, ruby-red high heels dangling from the fingertips of her left hand and a small handful of cosmetics and what looked like a pair of shimmery black thigh-high stockings clutched in her right. I started up and off of the couch when she stumbled, still squeezing off the head of my cock with my left hand, but she shook her head and waved me down again with the hand from which her heels dangled, panting loudly and intensely for breath before she suddenly arched her back, squeaked and shivered all up and down her lithe and curvaceous figure, and then moaned long, deep, and loudly. “OHhhhhhhh…. Ohhh… Ohhh yes… Mmmmmm…” A moment passed; she steadied herself against the stairs and caught her breath again, and then she smiled at me and dropped the heels delicately onto the paneled hard wood floor beneath her feet. “There goes the other one,” she purred, setting her handful of cosmetic items on one of the carpeted stairs up to the loft and dropping one of the two stockings she was carrying, “MMmmm…” she panted softly and stroked one small, delicate feminine hand over her newly flat, firm, sexily sloping pelvis before she leaned back against the edge of the wall behind her and delicately lifted her right leg, hooking the bottom of the rolled up black stocking that she was still holding on the edge of her delicate, feminine foot and then slowly and sensually rolling the stocking over her foot and up her long, lusciously feminine leg, “I can feel them moving up inside of me. The girl who got me started as a Werewoman told me that they turn into our ovaries.” I had to shift again on the couch and squeeze off yet another intense desire to cum with my hand. Brianna straightened up and tugged the first stocking into place around the top of her thigh, alternating between soft moans and gentle panting, then lifted her second foot and repeated the process with the other stocking. “I suppose it makes sense. We do wind up with fully-female reproductive systems, after all – the ovaries would have to come from somewhere…” Brianna continued to seductively narrate her body’s thoroughly-sexy metamorphosis from male to female for me as she smoothed the second stocking up her other leg, giving me more of the first-timer’s introduction to Werewomen. It was both arousing and informative, and I appreciated it immensely.

  Once she had her pair of stockings all the way on, the sexy, young redheaded beauty before me slipped her delicate little womanly feet one after another into the three-inch, sparklingly dark-ruby-red heels that she’d dropped on the floor, grabbed at the little pile of cosmetics that she’d piled onto of one of the steps up to my bedroom loft, and with a deft, practiced hand she swiftly powdered the white ivory skin of her face (giving her already majestically beautiful features a nearly airbrushed quality), applied a single coat of a glossy, ruby-red color to her full, cupid’s bow lips, brushed a hint of glittery dark emerald eyeshadow over her eyelids, drew on and artfully smudged some hastily, but skillfully applied eyeliner, and then applied a single, fluid coat of inky-black mascara.

  “Holy shit,” I murmured, running my free hand through my silver locks as I squeezed off another impending orgasm, feeling thoroughly impressed by the swift and skillful artistry that I’d just witnessed. Brianna had just applied a nearly-full coat of minimalist-but-sexy makeup in less time than I guessed it would take me to describe what she’d just managed to accomplish, “That was impressive. Where’d you learn that?”

  “MMmmmmm…” Moaning and quivering slightly, the beautifully made-up redhead set the makeup back on the stair beside her (in the corner, against the wall, where we were unlikely to trample over it when we inevitably made our way up to the bed), pushed herself away from the wall, finding her balance quickly and easily in her high heels, and sparkled at me. “When becoming a Werewoman is the secret to unlocking the best, happiest moments of your life, you take the time to get seriously good at applying makeup, believe me. Now, whaddya think, hot-sexy-Old-Spice? ‘Tada…’” grinning at me, Brianna did a little turnabout in the outfit that she’d just finished putting on, and I groaned, laughing hungrily, and had to fight the urge to launch myself off of the couch and pin her back against the wall so that I could make out with her. I knew that the transformation wasn’t quite over just yet, and I didn’t yet have her permission to touch her, but I wanted to, desperately

  Just then, though, Brianna’s whole body froze mid-turn, jerked suddenly forward and off balance, and she threw back her head for a moment (raining dark red hair down her back as she did so), letting out a long, loud, and ever-increasingly impassioned series of moans as she staggered towards me. “Unnnnhhh—Unnnnhhhhh!!—UNNNNNNNHHHHHH!!” She panted as she closed the distance between us, and I sat up straight on the edge of the couch and reached out a hand to steady her as she almost collided right into me. “It’s—time--!” I heard her panting excitedly, and she set both of her hands firmly on my shoulders while she spread her feet shoulders’ length apart on the floor beneath her, one high-heeled foot planted firmly on either side of my own feet. Gripping my shoulders for support and balance, the hot, sexy young twenty-something redheaded glamour-model of a beauty in front of me began panting and moaning as she rolled her head forward stared down at me with more lust and desire in her eyes than I’d y
et seen this evening. “You can touch me now if you want,” she told me, breathlessly, panting wildly for breath between her frenzied moans, “Anywhere you like. Especially there…” She flicked her eyes down towards her lace-wrapped crotch and the hard, quivering cock tenting the front of her panties out in front of me, and then flicked the same lust-eyes back up to mine. “It’s time…” she gasped, and then groaned.

  The raw, sexual hunger naked and apparent in her eyes caused a sympathetic reaction in me, almost every bit as strong as the surge of arousal I experienced when I realized that her cock was about to transform into her new vagina, and I fought back another surging impulse to shoot my load all over the couch, her body, my body, and ruin both of our outfits as I groaned and squeezed off yet another powerful urge to orgasm. I knew what she meant by ‘It’s time’ – who wouldn’t have? “This really isn’t your favorite part?” I asked her, disbelievingly, and raised an eyebrow at her as she quivered and moaned and whimpered above me.

  “Ohhhhh… Ohhhh… OHHHHHHH…” Brianna whimpered and moaned, thrusting her lacy-underwear-covered crotch into my face so that I could see her hard, throbbing (but oddly cum-less) cock through the translucent dark-ruby-red floral-patterned lace and mesh of her panties. “Well it’s definitely my second favor—OHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!” Just as she started moaning long and loudly, I saw the head of her tall, proud, easily six-inches long cock (barely contained by the tiny bit of lacey, mesh undies she had on) suddenly twitch, jerk wildly for a moment, and then seemingly start to melt away inside of her panties. “OHHHHHHHH Wowzers! Wowzers-Wowzers-OHHHHHHHHHH—!”