"Let me guess..." my mom huffs, the eye-roll being self evident in her tone. "You didn't do the one job I gave you." she continues, her grumbling sending a shiver down my spine.
"I... I'm still..." I blabber, freezing up as a wave of light brown hair tumbles down in front of my face.
"Sure sure..." my mother mutters dismissively, the door creaking as she pulls back form leaning against it. "You could have at least given me some idea of what I need to look for. I mean, I thought you would be a least a little more mature this time aro..."
"Looking for... what?" I ask, cutting her short as I flop onto my side and simply lay there. My hips pop as I lay on my right side, the wide childbearing pelvis causing me to shift my waist and legs to try and make myself more comfortable. My hand continues it's exploration, a soft gasp escaping my lips as I feel my fingers reach the lopsided and sweaty mounds pooling out from my chest.
"Your uniform, did you even read my note?" she responds, sighing a little as she takes a breath. "I can't believe I'm having to organize your clothes again... at least it's for a daughter this time rather than..."
"Why do I need... a... a..." I blubber, my breath growing short as I reach up to let my fingers sink into the large and sensitive flabby bust and take my small yet painfully hard nipple into my palm.
"A uniform?" my mother responds, scoffing a little. "Well I certainly haven't seen you trying to sell off that little viral gift of yours to anybody. You always lacked initiative, so I decided to help my daughter a little more this time. "So of course you need a uniform, after I went to all the effort to enroll you in Atheron High."
I writhe a little on the floor, my head swimming with the kneading of my newly engorged chest as I feel a gnawing twinge between my legs. My left hands slowly reaches down, my fingers quivering as they glide across a remarkably flat and smooth stomach before reaching a mess of coarse pubic hair below.
"I... Why would you..." I whimper and whine, my panting breath coming out in a mixture of confused panic and arousal as I paw at my needy body.
"Well I was talking with Zoe... Mayor Lonsdale..." my mother states, sounding almost giddy as she brings up the head of the town's political elite. "... And I may have said my daughter was coming to stay... and one thing led to another and..."
"I'm not your..." I mewl, the sweet and delicate voice meekly escaping my lips making me pause. "I'm your... your son you... you..."
"Well you certainly don't sound like it!" my mom huffs, exhaling so deeply through her nose that I can hear it through the door. "And with that nasty variant and you're rather lackluster showing since graduation I..." she snaps, taking a moment to collect herself before continuing.
In the pause I continue to paw at my chest, my palm grinding firmly against the fleshy mound as I roughly press against the terribly sensitive nipple beneath. My mouth hangs open, still slightly lopsided, a sliver of drool dripping from my soft lips as I moan softly.
More... I needed more.
My hand slowly slides down further, my fingers brushing through the thick forest of brown hairs before finally finding something between my legs. My eyes go wide, my breath shuddering in my chest as I feel my soft and delicate digits brush against what was left of my once massive cock.
Sheathed at the base in a little flesh hood, the thin and extremely sensitive protrusion stands at attention. The extended clit sends powerful pulses of through my lower body as I gently fiddle with the two inch pseduo-cock, pathetic squeaks gurgling up from my throat with each stroke as I'm wracked with a mind-numbing pleasure.
"Think about it..." my mother huffs, her condescending tone being hard to make out over my lewd mewling inside. "You could graduate top of the class, you'll be set up for... whatever the hell you want to do and then hopefully you won't fuck it up this... she continues, her voice becoming lost in the haze of whimpering moans slowly building in the guest house.
"I'm just going to guess I suppose" my mom grumbles, the sound of her footsteps soon picking up before growing more distant. "Don't be mad when... fit... or..."
I barely listen as she leaves, my hands pawing and teasing my body as I writhe and roll on the floor. My body burns with an almost painful yearning, a terrible gnawing desire and hunger that demands to be sated NOW!
I gently try to grip the throbbing distended clitoris that used to be my cock, my thumb beginning to gently rub the engorged appendage as my legs kick out and convulse. My eyes go wide, my voice catching in my throat as the breath is forced from my lungs.
My whole body cracks and crackles like bubble wrap, the pangs of pain and the snapping of reforming muscles not mattering as I furiously squeeze and squish my swollen chest with enough force to almost bruise the skin. It barely takes a minute to push me over the edge, a cry a pleasure and pain filling the room as I feel a sudden stirring between my legs.
With a foul snap I feel thick warm juices begin to drip from the 'lips' where my balls had hung, a thick stream of pent up sexual fluids pouring out of the new slit as my hips thrust and buck into my hand. My thighs are quickly coated with the pussy juices, covering up the rack and dried out layer of cum clinging to my soft sensitive skin.
I smell foul, a revolting mixture of sweat, cum, and vomit from the nights prior. However, now of this bothers me in the moment as I quickly find myself returning to the body rocking pleasure I can tease out from my new body.
Minutes pass, then hours, my shirt soaking through with sweat as I pant and writhe mindlessly on the floor. My head pounds, a mixture of dehydration creeping up on me with something more sinister. I feel almost warm inside my skull, a dull constant buzz accompanied with the occasional wince inducing jolt letting me know the virus was working deep within the folds of my gray matter.
It didn't matter though, my melting and unfocused mind simply reveling in the joyous sensations wracking my body.
One orgasm
Two
Three
More than I can count, my voice growing hoarse and weak before long as I'm left a giggling and moaning mess on the floor. Panting and sore I soon drift off to sleep, the hunger receding to the back of my mind yet not dying out entirely.
I awake to the sound of a pounding at the door, the sound of rain beating down on the metal roof making person on the other side hit at the wooden door ever harder to make sure they're heard. My mouth is dry and my muscles ache, my legs feeling downright drained as my thighs twitch with exhaustion after God knows how long I had been forcing them to quake and quiver.
Panting and whining softly I slowly roll onto my arms, the slender bony limbs shaking as I struggle to hold myself up. The weight on my chest feels even worse than before, the sides having evened out as the heaving heavy pale udders droop and jiggle with every movement.
"Go... Away!" I croak, my soft and sweet tone struggling to get the necessary volume and force behind it.
"Not on your life young lady" my mother barks from the other side, the handle jiggling a little as she finds the door locked from the inside. "It's been days, your not contagious, it's time to get up and out!" she shouts, the sound of thunder soon rumbling out over her as heavy winds batter the guest house.
"Still... still sick..." I groan loudly, pulling my knees up as I crawl on all fours towards the sink. With a heave I drag myself up unto my knees, my back twinging as it bears the weight of my sizeable bust. I quickly turn on the tap, a waterfall of brown hair in front of me making it hard to find the faucet with my mouth as I begin to guzzle down mouthful after mouthful of water.
"Not listening" my mother calls out, knocking on the door again. "Come on! Get up! You..."
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