Rob called today. I tried to concentrate on what he was saying, what with the new developments and all. I bit my tongue. He would never understand.
"Have there been any new developments?"
"Um. . . "
"Look, I'm close to solving the problem but there's something I need to tell you."
"What?"
"Avoid injesting cum. Even the slightest bit"
"Wait. . . why?"
"Oh my god. Have you really?!"
"No! ABSOLUTELY NOT! . . ."
My mind flashes regretfully to my first taste. It was so innocent. So quick. OMG. What have I done?
I'm just curious as to why?"
"Because from what I understand about your change, the slightest exposure to it will make you more feminine."
"W-what does that mean?"
"Breast growth. Raging hormones. Desire to stay."
"Oh."
"You're really quiet. Is everything okay?"
"Yes. Everything is fine."
"Good. I'm close to the answer to changing you back. Just a few more days okay?"
"Okay."
"You don't sound very excited."
"No, I am. It's just, I've had a few things to take care of around the house."
I hung up. A few things. Two growing things. The last two mornings I've woken up to a heavier weight on my back. God, I wish I had known. Rob just said to avoid sex! I remember the taste of my hubby's cum sliding down my throat. How could something so delicious be so dangerous?
OH. My back hurts. My mind feels fuzzy. I'm so scared I'll stay this way. But why does being scared turn me on so much?
Professor Thoms' husband and I have a date tonight. He's been really curious as to why I've only wanted to please him without having sex. Last night he practically wrestled me down. Can I even keep him away from me for two more days? He loves how my tits have grown. He practically worships them. And there's something so nice about having your hubby massage you before going to sleep. . .
