1. Changing Pt. 3


    Date: 3/28/2017, Categories: Fiction, Anal, Bi-sexual, Body modification, Consensual Sex, Drug, Female solo, Incest, Masturbation, Reluctance, Toys, Author: TerminallyCapricious, Rating: 88.9, Source: sexstories.com

    Part 3 is here now! If you don't like the story, please leave constructive criticism to help me better the story instead of just leaving a negative comment, please. Let me know if you want more and I'll get it up ASAP Part 3: Choices Finally, the morning came that my mother would be arriving home... I sat up out of bed and stretched a bit, the new weight of my growing breasts a bit odd, my now 14 inches of hair falling in my face, leaving m to push it back and shudder a bit from that damned over sensitivity. I sat up out of bed and looked down at myself to judge the changes that had occurred over night. My breasts hadn't gotten much bigger from their A cup size, my penis shrunk another centimeter, my new "pussy" having grown about half of a centimeter, my hips seemed a bit more flared, and the constant sweating of the change occurring, as well as the frequent sex had caused my stomach to flatten out a bit more, fat burning away quickly. I had already lost nearly 15 lbs over just a week... I made my way out of the bedroom, leaving John to his rest as I made it to the bathroom to start my morning routine... I cleaned my body, went pee, I didn't masturbate, however, as I had no idea if my mother would return home during my morning fun, and so I left the bathroom, wrapping my body in a towel as I made my way back to my room. The hormones in my body had gone a bit wild, altering my way of thought to the point that I was beginning to hate wearing all of my boyish cloths, causing me ...
    to frown or feel... ugly in whatever I wore, so I just threw on a shirt, the band-aids no longer protected my breasts from the fabric rubbing against the sensitive skin, as more than just my nipples had become sensitive. I then slit on a pair of shorts with a pair of loose fitting boxers, putting a belt on to keep my pants up on my slimming frame. I felt a bit achy from my bones changing rapidly, my groin throbbing in sensitivity, and my nipples hardening against the fabric of my shirt. John got out of the bed and put on a pair of my underwear as well as one of my shirts and a pair of my jeans. He then walked behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my ear softly, causing me to blush and rushes of pleasure to shoot down my spine again. I felt my knees wobble, but I pushed him instead of giving in to the feeling. "W-Wait... My mom... she's coming home today..." "Oh... right." John shrugged and let me go. "Do you know when?" "I'm not sure... soon I'd expect.." "Have you thought of how we'll tell her?" "You tell ME! You're the one that did this to me!" I cleared my throat a bit. It was sounding lighter, higher pitched, more feminine. "Right... uhhh.... why don't we just say "Hey there's some medical shit going on, and so your son is becoming your daughter with no way of reversing it."" He smirked. Thinking he was joking I added "Oh, and maybe we'll tell her to buy me some bras and panties while we're at it!" "That's perfect!" He grinned wider. "Shut up, dick..." ...
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