Addicted to Womanhood 1

by Zoe Brown

  The beautiful girl wriggling and writhing and sensually moaning in front of me, thrusting her wide, ample hips and increasingly flat, sloping feminine pelvis with her lace-encased, shrinking cock up towards my face, squeezed my shoulders hard and dug in them with her nails as she held on to me for dear life. The forces of her transformation were wracking her smaller, curvy girl-body so hard that she could barely stay on her feet, and once I had her permission I put my free hand on one of her wide, rounded hips, not just because I ached to touch her, to feel the flesh-and-blood, physical reality of her new, womanly appearance for myself, to discover how soft her skin was, how the fullness and flow of her curves felt under my fingertips, but also just to keep her from keeling over on top of me.

  Meanwhile, of course, my eyes remained locked on the retreating, shrinking shape of the cock that was visible, tenting out the front of her panties. It really did look like it was melting back into her. At her urging, and because I was so horny and desperate to see for myself what was happening, I pulled down the front of her panties – she whimpered encouragingly as I did so – and was amazed to see that the base of her shaft almost seemed to be slowly melting into the underside of her pelvis. Her ballsack was gone, as well – has it also become part of the underside of her crotch? I wondered. Just the sight and the thought of what was and what might be happening to her made me yearn, again, to cum, to reach for something – I didn’t know what. Something strange to me, foreign, unfamiliar, but… right in front of me…

  I hesitated to touch her there – to touch it, the shrinking, withering little remnant of her former masculinity, as it seemingly-melted back up into the underside of her crotch. Nearly ten seconds had passed since the final change to Greg-cum-Brianna’s body had begun, and now there was nearly nothing left of her old male appendage that could more-than-charitably even be called a ‘cock.’ The shaft was nearly gone now, and the head had changed and transformed into a red, fleshy nub that was barely recognizable as anything like a penis anymore – in fact, it really looked more like a, a-um, a clitoris than anything – a bit on the big side, maybe, but still. But as I kept watching, the skin on either side of Brianna’s dwindling member began to thicken and to divide down the center of her changing crotch, and I quickly came to recognize the fleshy little ridges on either side of the of redheaded beauty’s developing new opening as the outer lips of a woman’s vagina. Those I did want to touch. I caressed them tenderly, carefully, and Brianna moaned long and loud in response to my tender touch, pushing her crotch encouragingly into my probing fingers, grinding her changing genitals against my hand as she whimpered, quivered, and groaned.

  “Yessssssss that’s it, touch me, please touch me, feel me… watch me—” she panted some more for breath, and she moaned, but she didn’t let up on her litany of encouragements, “please… I want you to see me, touch me – feel me, as I change, as I become a woman for you…”

  Of course, she was already a woman as far as I was concerned – hell, she’d already been the one of the most beautiful, sexy women that I’d ever been naked with even when she still had a cock, less than twenty seconds ago – but I was happy to oblige, doing a little shivering and a little trembling of my own as I groaned and squeezed back yet another urge to ejaculate with erotic excitement about what I was seeing and feeling, and to cum all over the both of us. I was a little too… well, I guess the truth is that I was just a little too insecure in my own masculinity in that moment to actually bring myself to touch Brianna’s shrinking male member as the last of her old penile shaft disappeared within her, sucked inside of, or maybe being converted into the deepening divide between her new labia, but as the shrunken, red, fleshy head of her old cock continued to pull back up inside of her, embedding itself in the forming mound at the head of the new slit beginning to take shape between her thighs, and to the accompanying music of her frenzied, frantic whimpers and moans, I explored the gently swelling, firming mound of her developing pussy with my touch, and probed with my fingertips the swiftly-deepening depression that was begging to carve its way into her, between her thighs, between her outer lips, between the new, sensitive folds of her inner lips as well… once there was room enough inside of that deepening divide I slipped a finger into it – into her – and then thought better of it a moment later when she jerked, suddenly, and hissed in a breath of something that might have been a little discomfort.

  “Sorry, wasn’t thinking,” I apologized, and got an understanding head nod and an encouraging moan in response. I reached around behind the back of the end table positioned beside the arm of my couch, and a moment later produced the small bottle of water-based lubricant that I kept there just for occasions such as this. It always amazed and delighted me just how useful lube could be in the bedroom – or in a sexy circumstance just like this one: even when Anal does not occur, as a respected authority on the subject of having sex with beautiful women, I could definitively state that no two women produce the same level of lubrication when aroused, and not all lubrication is sufficient for pleasurable, mutually-enjoyable sex, even when both partners are fully aroused. TCEs could take care of a lot of the inconsistency surrounding vaginal lubrication for many women, but TCEs take money and planning, and weird, random situations can and do occur, like when you’re in the middle of an all-night sex romp with one or more beautiful women and you’ve fucked so much that you’ve nearly rubbed each other raw but you’re both still so desperate to keep going – so then there’s lube, for moments just like that one, and apparently, for moments just like this one as well.

  Getting a bit of the lube on my fingertips, I once again gently probed the deepening slit forming at the base of Brianna’s almost fully-feminized crotch, and was this time greeted by encouraging moans of pleasure and the grinding of her still-transforming crotch down against my hand. “Ohhhh—yessss…” the redhead whimpered, nodding furiously and bucking her hips against me as I probed the developing cavity being carved between her thighs, at the base of her crotch, up into her pelvis. “UNNNNNH—OH, yes, Ashton, yes…”

  ‘Ashton,’ hmm? It was the first time thus far that my paramour of the evening had referred to me by actual, given name. I took that as a good sign. The remaining barriers to our mutually desired physical and sexual intimacy were dropping away between us. Brianna’s new, female genitalia were now almost fully formed, and she was wildly moaning and writhing her changing body down onto the tips of my probing, lubricated fingers, driving them up deeper and deeper inside of her developing crevice as the deepening depression between her legs became more and more by the moment like the vagina it was meant to become. I could feel the walls and ridges of her new womanhood forming under my fingers as I probed her deepening depths, and my own desires surged with forceful intensity beneath the tight, squeezing grip of my left hand. I felt the urge to just huskily ask Brianna if I could just have her right then and there, just carry the redheaded beauty up into my bed and ravish her even while her new womanhood continued to form, pleasuring her in all the ways that a beautiful, sexually-aroused and interested woman deserved to be pleasured, and discovering first hand just how realistic and convincing her TCE-created womanhood really was. But I waited, and she waited, whimpering encouragement to my probing fingers and writhing sexily and uncontrollably above me as the transformation consuming her body hastened towards its final crescendo.

  “Ahhhhhh-AHHHHH—AHHHHHHHHH!!!—ASHTON!!!” And then the ‘crescendo’ finally hit her. I saw the last, little visible nub of Brianna’s new clitoris, the only remnant of her once proud, towering cock, slip beneath the folds at the base of her pubic mound and disappear within, taking its final position in her reconfigured female genitalia. My probing, lubricated fingers pressed up against the top of her front vaginal wall and felt the unmistakable outline or imprint of a cervix forming beneath my fingertips – and my cock was just rock, raging hard. A flood of new, organically-produced vaginal lubricant suffused the inside of Brianna’s womanhood at finally fucking last, and a l
ong, quivering spasm tore through her finished, fully-feminized body, from the base of her crotch and the depths of her new womanhood all the way up the back of her spine and into her head, and her arms and legs and hips and ass and breasts twitched and wriggled and writhed all up and down along that axis for five, maybe six, or even seven seconds while she screamed and cried out in orgasmic bliss over and over again and again, and then –

  – and then went suddenly limp on top of me, collapsing on top of my body with a long and drawn-out sigh, her heaving chest and full, beautiful big-B-or-modest-C-breasts draped over the top of my head, her newly flat, feminine, and sloping pelvis pressed against my face, and her arms hanging limply down my back. She stayed that way, legs like jelly, quivering away from the overwhelming orgasmic rush that had just consumed her, her breath panting and her voice whimpering with the aftershocks of her transformation, for nearly a whole minute. I slid my free hand up her soft, curled back and just tenderly stroked the soft skin between her shoulders and along her spine, giving the new woman time to recover from such an overpowering orgasmic experience. Brianna’s transformation was complete: she was, at last, after five seemingly-timeless minutes of pleasure, titillation, arousal, and orgasm, sexually speaking – fully female.

  “Mmmmmmmmm…” One long, drawn-out moan later, the foxy, fiery-haired redhead wrapped around me stretched out her tapered, curvaceous form and pressed her hands gently against the tops of my shoulders, easing her chest and breasts off of my head and straightening back up in front of me. It took her a moment to find her balance, and she was still breathing hard for several moments after she did, but when she finally got there she fixed her swimming, semi-lucid gaze upon mine and gave me one of the most-lopsided, sexiest smiles that I’d ever seen.

  “Well that was fun.” She laughed then, and giggled, impulsively wrapping her arms around her upper body and hugging herself from the pure delight of being female again. “Ohhhhh… Yeah! I’m back, baby! Woooo-Hoo—whoops!” She tried to do a little pirouette, fiery orangey-red tresses twirling around her head as she spun, but her legs weren’t quite steady enough yet for her to do that in high heels, and she stumbled, grabbing onto my shoulders again for balance to keep herself from tottering over, and laughing uproariously.

  “Oh, balls, that was a close one.” Brianna took a moment to steady herself again, tossing her long, dark-red locks over her shoulder again as she did so, and then she grinned down at me and caressed the side of my face with one soft, delicate feminine hand as she watched me staring up at her, a look of what I can only assume must have been gobsmacked with arousal and amazement and intense, yearning lust, naked and burning on my face. In my left hand, I was still squeezing my cock to keep myself from cumming all over the both of us and everything around us, though I hadn’t been able to contain everything – plenty of precum and trails of semen had managed to leak out of the head of my cock and dribble down into my lap, and when Brianna saw that, saw how intensely I wanted her, and how much everything that had just happened to her and to her body had so thoroughly turned me on, she sucked in a breath and shivered, absent-mindedly licking her lips and rubbing one of her nipples through the dark-ruby-red fabric of her bra as she looked me all up and down.

  “Balls,” she whispered, softly, stroking her dainty fingertips along the sharp line of my jaw and shivering again when she glanced back down to the hard, throbbing dick in my lap, “You really are a handsome hunk of man-meat, aren’t you?” She pinched her nipple through the lacey fabric of her bra and twisted it softly, gasping and whimpering just a little bit. “I mean, I saw it before, but now,” she gestured down at herself, and the reconfiguration of her body, “it’s like seeing it in technicolor.” She blushed a little and bit her bottom lip, wiggling her eyebrows playfully at me as she wriggled her body teasingly in front of me, her eyes fixed on the cock in my lap, “Mmmmmm, and you really enjoyed my little show, didn’t you?”

  “Utterly and completely,” I responded huskily, my voice consumed by lust. I was nearly trembling with my own arousal now. I had dozens, maybe hundreds of fantasies about pinning the sexy little redhead up against a wall, or bending her over a desk or a table, or carrying her up into my bed and pounding her all night long until either her vagina or my knees gave out running through my mind. “I don’t, in total honesty, think I’ve ever seen anything that… stimulating, before.”

  Brianna pinkened even further, ducking her head away behind a fall of her hair, and shivered a little bit again. I could tell that she was starting to get turned on again. Heck, maybe she’d just kept on being turned on ever since her transformation was complete. How long did it take for a Werewoman’s body to stop being stimulated by the sex-dripping hotness of her change from male to female like that? Was she just as hungry for my cock now, little more than a couple of minutes after acquiring her new vagina, as I was to give it to her? I thought back to the last thing that ‘Greg’ had said to me, just before the transformation had kicked in, about how, once he’d transformed, once he’d become a woman, how he, or rather she, wouldn’t be hungry for anything other than sex for – what, hours? Was that legit?

  “You know,” she murmured softly, maybe even reluctantly, to me, as she continued to run her eyes over the lean, tight lines of my body and kept circling back around to the rock hard, raging cock in my lap, “I did bring this pretty, powder-blue cocktail dress along with me, just in case you decided that you wanted to go out, or something, before we, um…” she licked her lips again, and flicked her eyes up towards mine again, worrying her lower lip with her perfect white teeth.

  “That sounds nice,” I assured her, deciding right then and there, in that moment, that I definitely wanted to see this woman again, “Would you like to make plans to do that next week, Friday night? Maybe a little earlier in the evening, so we have time to enjoy dinner and a bit of dancing, maybe a scenic walk along the Bay before we head back here?” I let go of my rock hard, aching cock, taking a chance that the next few seconds wouldn’t unexpectedly inspire an overwhelming, spurting ejaculation that would shower both of us with mood-ruining cock juices, and wiped off my hand with a tissue from a box on top of the end table beside me. Then I reached up towards her with both of my hands, and took her smaller, softer, feminine hands in them. I could see in her pretty, vermillion eyes that Brianna really did want to go out, that she craved the validating and exciting experience of being seen, out in the world, as a woman, with a hot, handsome man on her arm, paying court to her, just like all of the other beautiful women out with a date tonight, but she also really wanted to stay right here. She wanted that cock that she couldn’t tear her eyes away from for more than a few seconds; she wanted my cock, she wanted me to make her feel like a woman again, the way that I could guess only a handsome man who was good with his cock could make her feel, and she wanted… hmm, maybe the permission, or the excuse, to give in to her feminine, individually-personal-submissive, heterosexually-female desires to just be taken and adored and worshipped and made love to by a powerful, hard-bodied male of her species who simultaneously treated her like a lady: with delicacy, deference, and respect.

  I offered to indulge the latter desire this evening, “I’d really like to stay in with you tonight; would you like that?”

  Brianna hesitated for a moment, still holding my gaze, and then she blushed, grinned, bit her lower lip again, wiggled her eyebrows, and whispered in a hoarse, shaky breath. “…Yes, please. Balls, but I want to you to fuck me so badly.”

  “We have that in common,” I groaned at her, pulling her close to me again and reaching a hand up towards her chest, cradling one of her lacy-lingerie-encased breasts with my fingers and handling it passionately it through the fabric. Brianna moaned, loudly, and her dark eyelashes fluttered while she pushed her warm, soft breast into my hand. My other hand raked sensually over the swell of her hip and palmed one of her plump, full, bubble-butt ass cheeks in its grasp, pulling her still-buzzing, damp-smelling crotch closer to my face. Brianna y
elped a little with unexpected-but-pleasurable delight and then moaned again, running her delicate girlish hands through the silver hair on the top of my head and down the back of my scalp. I took a deep, long whiff of her wet, feminine arousal and then planted a line of hasty, leading kisses down the smooth and feminine slope of her pelvis, over her panties, towards her womanhood, and she moaned even louder and longer in response.

  “Tonight…” I whispered huskily at her, nibbling on the skin at the top of her thighs, “I only want to make love to you, passionately, the way that a beautiful woman deserves to be made love to.”

  “Unnnnhhh… Ohhhhhh balls, I can’t wait any longer,” Brianna groaned, shivering in response to my nibbles and my words, and then made a sudden decision, pulling her hips away from my face for long enough to shuck her pretty lacey panties off and tug me forward onto the edge of the couch, so that my hard, aching cock was aimed right up at her, “I need you in me: now.” Reaching back over her shoulder (with an impressive amount of manual dexterity, even for a beautiful, limber young woman in the prime of her physicality – I whuffed out a little groan and had to squeeze my cock again to hold back my impending orgasm as I watched her body twist and contort, her wide, sexy hips flexing and her breasts swaying and shifting deliciously on her chest) for the little stack of cosmetics and other items that she’d left on the steps leading up into my bedroom loft, she grabbed a single gleaming condom wrapper out of the pile, tearing it open with trembling hands, then quickly rolled the little latex sleeve down my long, straining cock shaft (huffing out a breath in excitement as she did so) and straddled my hips, hastening to lower her wet, nearly-dripping pussy down on top of my shaft.