Part 2
I managed to get home and immediately was met with the sight of three people that were definitely not my family. After some talking, I found out that my mom, dad, and sister all had been hit by the Role Exchanger. My mother got the body of her yoga instructor along with his attraction for milfs. My dad's transformation seemed to compliment my mom really well, and me and him had been through the most changes, he turned into a buxom courgar after the body of a cheerleader he got was aged up to 37, and gained a exobitionist attitude and a lust for cock. My sister was lucky, and she only got my former male body.
After reuniting with my family, I went upstairs to my room to shower. With each movement, my breasts and ass jiggled slightly, while my wide hips naturally shashayed. I continued to carefully walk up the stairs, concentrating on my movements to make sure no more semen leaked out of my vagina.
I got to the bathroom and positioned myself on top the toilet just in case any cum were to drip out of me. I pulled my dress up above my hips as I simultaneously started to spread my legs and a huge glob of cum plopped into the toilet bowl. I focused hard to relax, trying to get myself to urinate. I wasn’t used to being female so I didn't know how to pee unlike in my male body. Soon, a steady stream was flowing out of me accompanied by a sigh of relief. While still sitting I finished taking off my dress by sliding it over my head and shoulders. I placed my hands in the crotch area and spread out the fabric, there was still wet cum mixed with some of my pussy juices, “God… my muff smells delicious?” I said to myself, slightly arroused as I brought my nose to the cloth, breathing in my sweely musk.
I dropped the dirty dress on the ground and wiped myself clean. I also made sure to empty my body of as much cum as possible as Sara had blown a huge load in me.
After that, I turned on the shower, it was only after the hot water hit my skin and cascaded down my body that what had happened today at the school bathroom really started to hit me.
“Nick… what the hell man! This isn't your body… you're a guy, you shouldn't want someone fucking you... And you just got pounded by your girlfriend.” I tapped my head against the shower wall, “Fuck!” I said under my breath as I grabbed the bodywash.
I began to spread the bodywash all over me, my skin softening as it was cleaned. “God, does every girl feel like that when they have sex?...” I thought to myself.
I worked my sud covered hands to my chest and began rubbing my breasts with the soapy material. I don’t know what happened but I gently closed my eyes and began to really feel my hands gliding across the skin of my breasts, my sex drive possessing me as I thought “Damn, these things are water balloons… their so senitive…” and began to squeeze my breasts more firmly, massaging them, forgetting that I was supposed to be washing myself. “Yes… this is amazing fuck…” I began to grope myself more aggressively, starting to incorporate the rubbing of my areolas.
“Fuck… why does this feel so good?” I said as I started breathing heavily. With one hand, I continued to squeeze my tits enjoying their warm weighty softness. My other hand snaked down my hourglass figure to my pussy, and I thrust my fingers into my slick, wet folds while I grinded my palm against my budding clit. I could feel myself from inside and out as my silky labia wrapped around my fingers, as pleasure spilled from my lips sultry sighs and moans concealed with the noise of running water.
My fingers kept thrusting in and out of my velvety muff as the ecsatcy in me began build. I was on the edge of the orgasm, about to cum when a knock on the door abruptly brought me down from the high I was experiencing seconds earlier. I instantly jerked my hand out of my snatch at the sound of my mom's new voice. “Nick, hon?! Are you okay in there? The water has been running for awhile now…” my mom called out while knocking on the bathroom door in my bedroom. I coughed, almost choking because I was so caught off guard. “Nick? You okay?” she called out again.
“Yes, I’m fine mom! Just getting out of the shower now.” I replied. I quickly rinsed the remaining suds off my body and proceeded to dry myself off. My pussy still thrumming from fingering myself.
I went into the closet and grabbed a blue panty from the pile of clothing I had been given by my sister. As I watched myself slide the underwear on, seeing the fabric conform to every curve of my body, not leaving anything to the imagination, I couldn’t help but feel unsatisfied… that longing of wanting to be filled, to be fucked, didn’t go away...
“C’mon Nick, get a hold of yourself…” I said, trying to rid myself of the itch I need to scratch.
I picked up my wet towel and dirty clothes and threw them in my hamper, making sure my cum stained dress was hidden under a pile of clothes.
After a silent dinner, the last little bit of the afternoon and the remainder of the evening I fought off the urges to jill my cunt. But by the time everyone was in their rooms ready to sleep, my panties were soaked all the way through, even leaving a wet spot on the yoga pants I wore.
After taking off my panty, strands of my juices connected to it and disposed of it in my hamper, I walked to the pile of clothes again and picked up the first pair of underwear I saw, it was a white lace thong. Terrified of wearing one of these, I told myself, “It will only be for bed, no one else needs to see or know”. I took off my shirt and undid my bra, my hooters boucing free of the pressure. I then slipped into the white lace thong which my Kardashian-sized ass covered rathen than the other way around, as well as put on a white tank top and no bra to sleep in and headed for bed.
I rolled around restlessly for 20 minutes, trying to get comfortable but I just couldn’t shake this feeling in my pussy. I found myself thinking about what had happened earlier that day, being fucked, having Sara, a cock, inside me, stretching me to my limits.
I let out a breathy moan as my nipples spiked out rubbing against the both the rough and soft fabric of my tank top and bed sheets respectively, giving me twice the pleasure. Without realizing it, I had snaked my hand between my thighs and had begun to rub a pussy... my pussy, through my underwear. I only realized I was doing this when I felt my finger become wet. It had pushed the fabric of the thong to the side of my folds, causing my wet lips to wrap around my middle finger.
As one hand circled around my engorging clit, the other had two fingers inside my tight, tender cooch. Each movement no matter how small sent waves of pleasure coursing through my body. Through all of this, I had bitten into my pillow to muffle my erotic cries. Suddenly, my finger curved up as it slid into my dripping pussy hitting the side of a wall, my thighs quivered and shook with orgasm.
Gasping for air, I thought "Was that my g-spot?" My body having satisfying it's lust, I slowly fell asleep. Dreaming of being pounded every which way by horsecocks.
To be continued…