Locking me in

 

"Oh god, what are you doing?"

"I'm sorry, I can't let you change back. Today has been amazing. I want you this way. I need you this way. Forever."

It had seemed like a good birthday present. My wife had often told me about her college roommate. Her thick body. Her delicious breasts. How she would lay at night in bed touching herself, fantasizing about sneaking out of her bunk, undressing, and slipping into her roommate's bed naked. But she never acted on her desires, and it had been her biggest regret.

"But I already came three times today, you know the rules the old witch gave us!"

"Yes. Four times and you stay. You're staying."

I can feel it. I'm getting close.

Your first female orgasm comes out of nowhere. With no context, it floors you, taking hold of your body and your mind. You shake and moan, hearing your new feminine voice cry out in perfect, absolute pleasure. By the second you begin to understand the signs. The hardness in your nipples, the build-up of pressure in your pelvis, all leading to eventual release. Then you begin to crave them and regret the third has to be your last.

"Oh fuck, please. . .Mmmm! . . . please stop."

"If that's what you want - then stop me. Stop me."

I kissed her. Our lips locked in an excuse: a way to keep my tongue occupied so it wouldn't demand an end to her duplicity. But the end was approaching. I could feel it building in my clit: my old life threatened, dangerously close to being washed away by a delicious female orgasm, condemning me to embody my wife's fantasy forever.

My body is responding. I'm responding. The way her arm hits my right breast. The heaviness of my tits. My thick thighs, spread wide to receive my fate. Oh fuck. I am so close. If I don't stop her I am going to be a woman forever. Forever! Why am I bucking against her fingers as they work my clit? Why am I rolling my wide hips to meet her?

Just pull her hand away. Tell her to stop. Don't let it happen. I'm so fucking wet. I can feel her fingers sliding between my pussy lips. I can't think.

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She curled her thin fingers, slipping three inside of me, moving her fingertips over my G-spot and pressed her thumb to my clit. There was silence for just a moment before I felt my body shake. I cried out Oh, fuck No! but the second word was cut short by my bodying ceasing as she sparked off my orgasm. It was already over. There was no going back. The tremors coursed in waves over my breasts, starting in my pussy and flooding my entire body. I rode the eruption, as my essence became sealed inside this body forever. She held on, keeping the pressure on my sex, making sure I was there. Making sure I came. I called out, hearing the voice I would have for the rest of my life. High, beautiful, sexy. "Oh fuck. Yes. Yes! YES!"

Finally, her touch was too much. I clamped my thighs around her hand and bit my lip, shaking. She froze, her fingers still inside of me, my juices flowing down her fingers to her lithe knuckles.

We lay there together for a while, silently; our cycles perfectly in sync. Eventually, I touched myself. Between my thighs, now smooth and tight, lay nothingness and infinite possibility.

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By BLQuick from opentgc