My heart hammers in my chest, a thin layer of sweat beginning to build on my soft sensitive skin as I burn with arousal and anticipation. My hands drift painfully slowly to my new additions, one running down my thighs towards my hidden pussy as the other inches towards my breasts.
Suddenly my hand makes contact with the heavy milky white orb on my chest. I crassly paw at the soft squishy flesh, gasping and moaning in response to the shocking sensations of pleasure erupting from my tactless squeezing.
"F...F...Fuck me..." I yelp, my eyes going wide at how strong the feelings wracking my body were.
My hips buck, my body shaking as I firmly and roughly manipulate the overly sensitive flesh on my chest. My slender fingers quickly seek out my small nipples, finding them hard and engorged thanks to my accidentally arousing exploration of the apartment. As my fingertips grasp the tiny nub my arms lock to my sides, my mouth falling open as a breathless squeak escapes my lips.
"I...mmmm..." I weakly moan, the words quickly fleeing my mind as it felt like my brain was melting.
My legs clamp together, crushing my other hand between my soft and supple thighs. For a brief fleeting moment I imagine having my head between those thighs, the thought quickly being replaced with the thought of having someone else between them as they tease my new body.
Shivering in delight I slowly manage to wriggle the hand caught between my thighs down, closer and closer to my desperate and aching pussy. I gasp loudly as I feel my fingers come into contact with something hot, impossibly hot. A mound, drenched in pussy juice, rests between my straining thighs with a set of puffy swollen lips begging to be played with and filled.
"That...my....my...." I stammer, my eyes rolling back into my skull and my glasses falling from my face as my fingers begin to prod the alien organ.
Before I can even think of how to best explore with my rapidly deteriorating mental faculties I feel my finger slide inside of me, my hungry pussy tightly gripping as pulsing around the invading digit. My weakly bucking hips begin to build in speed, forcing me to practically fuck my own hand. My tongue hangs out the side of my mouth, drool rolling down my face and onto the mattress beneath me as I roughly fuck myself. My groping grows more and more violent as I tightly squeeze my tits and pinch my nipples, the sharp pain seemingly heightening the arousal and sexual pleasure my body received.
I begin to eagerly fill my pussy more and more, adding fingers as I feel myself stretch to accommodate the added girth. Moans echo out in my tiny apartment, the lustful sounds likely being heard by neighbors which only makes the situation hotter as my public sex fetish begins to kick in.
I'm moments away from getting my whole hand into my convulsing pussy, the tight hole straining to fit just a few of my fingers at this point. However, I'm cut off as I feel a heavy wave crash against me and knocking any sense I had out of my overloaded brain. My body shakes, my legs convulsing as they stretch out before squeezing back together. My arms become pinned against my body, my back arching as my voice breaks in a long drawn out moan turned delighted squeal. My pussy clenches down around my fingers, holding them in and pulsing around them as if to try and draw something deep inside me.
I'm lost in the moment, drift in a sea of bliss. My mind is blank and my body lighter than air as I find myself coming down from my first orgasm.
Panting heavily I roll onto my side, shaking and shivering with my hands with buried in my young tight pussy and clutching my heavy delightful breasts.
"A....A..." I groan, searching my brain for the words but struggling to find them. "Amazing..." I squeak excitedly, my drool covered lips curving into a giddy smile.
I slowly begin to pull my fingers from my pussy, easing it out carefully in an effort to not arouse myself again.
"I mean...I could go another..." I weakly pant, considering testing my new ability to have multiple orgasms. "No...No I need to get...get..." I mutter, slowly coming to my sense as I hear the sound of dripping.
With a great deal of effort I tilt my head to look at the wall, my eyes going wide and my face beginning to blush as I see the blurry image of what was making the noise. A wet patch on the orange wall slowly dribbles down towards the cheap carpet, a trail of warm liquid running from the impact site over the duffel bag and right to where I had been masturbating.
I bite my lip in embarrassment, my gaze locked on my feminine ejaculat. "S...Squirter huh?" I nervously squeak in my charming English accent. "I...I can get not wanting it...but...wow"
With shaky breath I begin to sit up, anxiously looking around for something to clean up with. I grab the dull shape of my glasses from where they fell, quickly getting them into place over my beautiful eyes. As I sit on my firm pillowy ass I wince, noticing my pussy juice has drooled down to my ass cheeks and into my crack.
"I need a shower" I chuckle, bringing my hand coated in pussy juice to my mouth. Looking around I quickly begin to suck my fingers, cleaning them off with my mouth eagerly as I relish the lewd act more than I ever expected to when it came to eat my own sexual fluids.
As I glance around I pause, grinning a little. "Got it" I squeak, reaching out and grabbing the smoke-scented beanie and flipping it inside out.
I anxiously begin to clean the wall, wiping my lady jizz off the wall with the absorbent woolen hat. "Smoke and pussy" I laugh, looking at the hat. "I'm going to smell like one classy lass...I mean girl" I mutter.
Before long I manage to get the wall and come of the carpet clean. The wet spot of the mattress from where I was sitting seemed to have stop growing for the minute, but was well beyond the point of repair. With a huff I go to stand, my weakened legs shaking as I carefully get to my feet using the wall as support.
I almost walk straight out of the room, glistening with sweat and with drying pussy juice coating my thighs and ass, but I manage to catch myself. A weak smile spreads out as I look down at the clothes. "I should probably get dressed" I chuckle, knowing how thrilling it would be to just go back out to the living room naked.
Looking down at the clothes my eyes dart over the four garments; the maroon cable-knit sweater, black skinny jeans, the off-brand black and white vans, and the pussy beanie.
Chewing at my lip I try to decide the order to get dressed in, unsure about the clothes in general. "I suppose...top first" I say, leaning over to grab the sweater and supporting my rack with one arm.
I give the material a test tug, finding the material to have a little more given as the tight weave spreads out. I quickly take off my glasses, terrified about breaking my only pair, before pulling the sweater over my messy blonde hair. For a moment I'm in darkness before my head pops out through the tight turtle neck. I'm forced to struggle to get my arms through the narrow sleeves, the material clinging firmly to my slender downy arms. Finally the moment of truth arrives as I pull the sweater over my oversized chest. My tits tent out the cable-weave, causing it to separate out as it conforms to my curves. Uneasily I tug at the hem of the top, managing to pull it down to reach just a little over my generous hips even as my chest demands most of the material.
I hastily grab my glasses again, glancing down at myself only to be met with a shelf of maroon wool.
"Shit...I'm...I'm never going to be able to hide these" I whimper, wondering if I overdid it on my new assets.
In the hopes of getting things over sooner rather than later I lunge for the jeans, watching my chest jiggles with my sudden movements inside the strained sweater. The jeans feel far too small in my hands. However, as I give them a stretch I feel the material give far more than denim should.
"Denim and...elastic blend? Maybe?" I mutter, leaning my back against the wall as I tentatively begin to slide my legs into jeans. My slim calves pull into the dark jeans easily, but begin to meet resistance as they reach my plump juicy thighs. The material begins to stretch, clinging to me tightly as I'm forced to jump a little to force them up inch by inch. Before long the jeans look painted on, my thighs looking insane enticing in the denim. With all my diminished strength I manage to pull the waistband over my hip, gasping for air as I strain to get the button done up and the zipper closed. I can feel my pubes threatening to get caught in the metal of the zip, the thought of walking around without underwear sending delightful shivers up my spine.
Taking a few tentative steps I feel the jeans come to rest into place, the material pulling tightly over my ass as a slight wet spot appears where my pussy juices had dripped between my pussy and ass checks. I wince as I feel the jeans dig in a little, the jeans bunching up under my ass and emphasizing it for all the world to see.
Leaning down I grab the beanie and the shoes before shuffling out towards the living room and kitchen. My face rapidly contorts between grimaces of discomfort and smirks of joy as I feel the tight clothes rub against my sensitive new form.
Making my way to the old worn couch I drop onto the cushions, sinking deeply into the sofa thanks to the loosened and weakened springs and padding. I let out a yelp of surprise, grabbing the arm of the couch for support. As the sinking slows to a stop I breathe a sigh of relief, my eyes turning to the documents on the coffee table and the last of the clothes in my hands.
The sound of the rain outside has lessened now, the crackling of thunder growing more and more distant. I pull the smoke and pussy scented beanie over my head, finding it much to large for my small cute features. I shift it around a little, bunching it up and giving it a ruffled look.
"Yeah...classy smell...classy look" I mutter with a giggle.
I quickly reach down to my cute little feet, easily sliding the shoe on and tying them up. They seemed like an almost perfect fit, though a pair of socks would fix that right up. I bring my feet to the ground and shuffle my feet over the dirty round carpet. It finally hit me what this must look like, a cute blonde pom in a dank cheap apartment wearing grungy clothes.
"No one could tell" I chuckle, my grin growing wider. "Swap Clinic? Who are they?" I giggle, my laughter as sweet as honey.
As I slowly come down from my laughing fit I look over at the documents, more information on the new me. Reaching over I grab the first piece of paper, noticing the small bank card in the lower-left corner.
Dear Ms. Hughes,
Thank you for your interest in opening an account with us.
As per your instructions we have opened;
Everyday Transaction Account (Containing: $500) 0.1% p.a interest rate
Savings Maximzer Account (Containing: $2300) 2.2% p.a interest rate
Your PIN will be set upon your first use of your new card, saving the number you
use as your new PIN. If you lose your card please freeze it via the mobile app or
call our helpline.
Your login details are:
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX
Best regards,
City Bank
I immediately peel the plastic card off of the letter, cramming it into my small pocket.
"I'm not going to be able to fit anything in there am I?" I whisper to myself, realizing I was going to experience the joys of womens fashion now.
Next I grab for the second document, my new high school diploma and grades. I marvel at the diploma for a moment, finding it hard to come to terms with the fact I only graduated in 2020. However, the bigger shock comes when I see my marks, my eyes going wide as I read the transcript.
My brow furrows in confusion as I take it all in. These weren't my old marks from all those years ago, these were...
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