Two Million request fest: Were-woman's awakening
Brandon from Indiana just wrote u a comment 4 request. U said put it here. Could u make my request a werewoman curse transform me into a sexy nude busty like lady. Codi Vore, Lara Jones, Shione Cooper or Terry Nova from Scoreland. If u can not there photo u pick busty women of your choosing. I like kinkiness so u can make the text and picture as naughty as u want thank 4 reading.
Brandon was horny. This wasn't unusual, he was a man with a healthy sexual appetite and normally he'd have no problem finding a girl to help him scratch that particular itch. But it had been almost a month since he'd hooked up with anyone and he was feeling the lack particularly keenly.
Once again, as it frequently had these past weeks, his mind went back to that last girl.
God she had been hot. Her body had been what had caught his interest at first. She was a goddess with her lush curves and smooth perfect skin but more than the purely physical he'd been attracted to her attitude. She'd exuded raw animal sexuality from the moment they'd met. Sliding up to him at the bar she'd hardly spoken a word as she'd pressed against him. The sight of her creamy breasts almost spilling out of her satin top and the look of naked lust in her eyes had told him everything he'd needed to know.
Even if Brandon had wanted to he's not sure he could have stopped what came next. The girl had been insatiable. She'd practically dragged him from the bar to suck his cock in the parking lot under the bright light of the full moon. She'd swallowed his load like it was a drug and she was an addict deep in withdrawal.
They'd tumbled through his door tearing off each other's clothes. The thin fabric of the girl's top ripped apart under Brandon's too eager attentions.
"Mm, oh yes that's, it be rough big boy" she giggled "I like a man who takes what he wants."
With a playful growl Brandon grabbed her full ass squeezing it hard enough to make her squeak then moan.
Stripped down to only her panties and heels she bent over his couch presenting herself to him in a gesture of submission and invitation older than mankind. She laughed softly as he tore away the delicate lace of her thong. Her exposed pussy peeked between her thighs glistening pink and wet. It looked good enough to eat but the girl had something else on her mind.
"Fuck me stud," she begged "fuck my big slutty ass!"
Brandon couldn't quite believe what he was hearing. She was actually asking for anal! Girls just didn't do that, not outside of porn anyway. The last time he'd even hinted at it with a girl she'd nearly dumped him on the spot.
"Please," the girl whimpered "I need it so bad…"
Brandon's heart hammered in his chest. Well, how could he say no to that? At her direction he retrieved a bottle of lube ftom her purse and applied it liberally before lining up the head of his cock with her rear entrance. Slowly he pressed into her feeling her tight ring part under him as he pushed onto her. She rose to meet him the soft flesh of her ass rippling as he buried himself to the hilt.
"Uhn, so tight," he grunted "so fucking hot."
He fucked her willing ass the soft rhythmic slap of skin on skin accompanied by her squeals and moans of pleasure. Supporting herself with one hand she reached between her legs with the other rubbing her pussy begging him to fuck her harder the whole time. Taking a firm grip on the girl's hips he obeyed pounding her butt mercilessly until she came screaming his name. The feel of her tight ring clenching around him was enough to push Brandon over the edge flooding her bowels with his cum.
She shuddered underneath him as the sensation of his hot cream splashing inside her triggered a series of slowly diminishing smaller orgasms in her.
Afterwards Brandon collapsed on his bed while the girl disappeared into the bathroom to clean up.
Smiling smugly to himself he drifted off to sleep before she returned and when he woke in the morning there was no sign of her. He looked for her of course but he didn't have much to go on, not even her name. After a few days of asking around and getting nowhere he gave up, accepting that it had just been a one night stand like many others he'd had before. But he couldn't stop thinking about her. Her passion, her wild lust, her body. Oh god her body. Even weeks later he'd find himself thinking of her full round ass of luscious tits and his cock would spring to full hardness in response. At work he'd have to choose between staying at his desk with an obvious and uncomfortable erection or sneaking away to the men's room just to give himself some relief. In public it was even worse, more than once he'd scurried red faced for a bar of a store after failing to hide the sudden unwanted bulge in his pants. It got so he could hardly leave his apartment.
So there he was thinking of the girl he couldn't forget jerking off to a climax that bought him no satisfaction. Outside a full moon once again rose over the city. Inside Brandon felt a wave of unbearable heat washing through him.
"Oh god, I'm burning up!" He cried, collapsing to the floor.
Something felt like it was breaking free inside of him. He could feel a terrible pressure building and building.
His limbs spasmed, his joints popped and creaked as he thrashed helpless to stop what was happening. It felt like he was being squeezed by an invisible giant. An unseen force that pressed in on him until slowly inch by inch he began to shrink. The pressure could only have lasted a matter of minutes but it felt like hours. When it passed it left him gasping and covered in sweat. Too weak to stand he managed to pull himself to his hands and knees. Panting for air he watched helpless as his fingernails grew into long neatly manicured points. His hands looked so small and delicate with his suddenly longer nails they looked almost like a woman's?
"Ah!" He screamed as the terrible pressure returned.
It built again until his hips expanded with an audible crack forcing his head down and his back to arch. He heard fabric tearing as his swelling ass tore apart the seat of his pants. His exposed backside felt huge as he struggled to right himself. He pushed against the floor, his arms feeling weak as pipe cleaners. He raised his head a few inches but strangely he could still feel the floor pressing against his chest. Even once his arms were nearly fully extended he could still feel a solid surface under him. Confused he looked down stifling a scream as he saw a massive pair of breasts swinging pendulously under his chest. His shirt had burst open and his swollen nipples brushed against the carpet every time he moved.
"No, no, no," he whimpered, long hair flopping across his face "This can't be real…"
"Oh please," a soft feminine voice seemed to whisper in his mind "don't be so dramatic. It'll all be over soon. Just relax, you might even enjoy it."
"What?" He demanded his voice pitching higher "who said that? Who are you?"
"Who am I?" He heard himself giggle his voice settling in the same girlish register as the voice in his head "I'm you sweetie. The part of you that wants this, that has always wanted this. Call me Brenda if you like."
"No!" Brandon tried to protest but he no longer had control.
He could feel himself fading. Merging into his female self until he was nothing but a voice at the back of her mind.
Brenda gave a contented sigh as she reached past the tattered remains of her boxers gently stroking the soft fold of the pussy that now nestled between her legs.
"Mm," she purred a hot ball of excitement building in the pit of her stomach "Much better."
Drawing on her own instincts and her memories of Brandon's own experiences she explored her delightful new body. She thrilled at the sensitivity of her soft skin, running hands over the kind of curves she used to lust after. As nice as it had been to be with a girl like this it felt so much better to be a girl like this! Her nimble fingers worked there magic between her legs, probing and teasing her eager new sex until a wave of ecstasy overtook her. Her hips bucked and her thighs clamped around her busy fingers her whole body shaking with pleasure. It was like nothing she had ever felt before.
"Oh God," she gasped as the echo of the orgasm slowly faded "is that what it feels like every time? I never imagined it could be so good…"
Even as she said it another thought stole into her mind. It wasn't enough.
Masturbating as a woman was incredible but she knew it could be better. There was still an unsatisfied ache inside her and only one thing could fill it.
"I need a cock!" She announced the empty room.
The small part of her that still thought of himself as Brandon tried to protest the idea but she pushed the thought aside. Yes, a nice thick cock was just what she needed to make her night truly memorable. Just the thought of getting a good fucking set her pussy tingling and she knew just what to do about it.
A short time later she was padding barefoot down the hallway outside her apartment. Her hair was tied back in a loose ponytail. She wore one one of Brandon's old shirts buttoned only halfway up and just barely containing an acre of cleavage. Along with a pair of sweatpants the cuffs rolled up to keep them from tripping her and the seat stretched tight over her butt. She'd much rather be strutting down the hall in a pair of fuck me pumps and a Dior gown but Brandon's wardrobe had a disappointing lack of designer evening wear. She'd have to fix that soon but first things first.
She reached her destination and rapped on the door adjusting her ill fitting clothes as best she could.
"Hi!" She said to the young man that answered the door favouring him with a radiant smile "I'm staying with my friend up the hall and I've gone and locked myself out. I don't suppose I could wait here until he comes home?"
"Uh, sure," he said eyes locked on Brenda's chest as he let her in.
Brenda breezed past him enjoying the way his gaze lingered on her body.
"Thanks, honestly I'm such a ditz." She said bouncing the balls of her feet just hard enough to set her Boobs jiggling. "Sorry I should introduce myself, I'm Brenda, you are?"
"Oh, I'm, I'm Charlie." Charlie stammered awkwardly.
Of course Brenda knew that. She knew everything Brandon knew about him. Charlie had lived in the building for about a year. He was some kind of freelance tech guy. Friendly enough, a little shy maybe. He lived alone, and he was single. Oh, and he was cute!
Tall, lean, not muscular but nicely toned, she wondered if he had a six pack under that baggy t-shirt. Time to find out…
"Mm, you're so sweet for letting me stay," she stepped in close, looking up at him through her lashes. "I really want to thank you…"
Charlie towered over her, he'd always been a few inches taller than Brandon but as Brenda she barely came up to his chest. He was so close now she had to tilt her head back to look at him. The heat of his body just inches away. Then to her delight he kissed her. Their lips met and her heart hammer in her chest as his hand moved to the small of her back pulling her against him. Her lips parted in a soft moan and his tongue danced with hers.
"Fuck me," she gasped when he let her up for air "don't hold back just give it to me."
Their clothes fell away as they rolled together on the sheets. Charlie's strong arms around her. His hot breath on her skin as he kissed his way down her body. The electric thrill of pleasure as her lover's darting tongue probed her sex. She clutched at his head gasping his name as her fingers tangled in his hair. He ate her pussy with skill and gusto leaving her trembling in the aftermath of her climax. He lay beside her as she caught her breath and when they kissed again she could taste tang of her own juices.
"Not bad for a warm up" she told him, rolling him onto his back and straddling his waist "Now why don't you show me what you can really do?"
He groaned as he guided his cock into herself. Her eyes rolled back into her head as he filled her completely. It felt incredible, better than her fingers had, better even than Charlie's mouth, certainly better than anything that Brandon had ever imagined.
She felt complete, joined to this man his manhood inside her like the missing peace of a puzzle. Slowly at first she began to ride him. Rocking her hips to grind her clit against his pelvis. Charlie reached up to play with her tits as they swung in time with her steadily mounting pace.
"Oh, God baby" he groaned hands moving down to grab her ass "so fucking hot. I'm not going to last long like this."
"Oh yes!" Brenda agreed "just do it. Cum! Cum in my hot little cunt! I need it so bad."
Charlie rose to the occasion twice more before she left him snoring peacefully and slipped away back to her own apartment.
Cleaning herself up She wondered if Charlie would change like she had. He'd make a very cute girl she thought but no, she was sure that he wouldn't. There had to be a spark there for the change to happen, something already inside waiting to be awakened like she had been. Instinctively she knew that Charlie's magnificent cock was quite safe until the next time Brenda wanted to play.
Would she know if she ever did meet someone that could change she wondered. Had Brandon's last playmate sensed Brenda inside him? She couldn't be sure but she thought she had. What a wonderful gift to give someone!
All too quickly the rest of the night passed and as dawn broke Brandon found himself back in control of his male body. To his surprise he found he missed the weight of breasts on his chest, the sway of his hips and the caress of long hair against his neck. The body he'd lived with his whole life now felt alien and wrong. He had a moment of panic at the thought he might never fit in his own skin again but at the back of his mind he could sense Brenda was still with him. She was a part of him now, or he was a part of her, she reassured him and nothing could change that now. Soon the sun would set again. She would return and together they would discover all the pleasure she could experience.
Eh, good for a day job only but enjoying the greener grass on the other side of the fence.
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