Alternative Path: Jen stays home from school.
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Jen looked up at her mom with a pitiful expression. Briefly debating whether to tell her mom what had
happened, but ruling it out just as quickly, she decided to risk the fight that her mom would probably start.
The thought of going to school like this brought on a feeling of rising terror in the pit of Jen's stomach.
It would't be hard to fake being sick, because, honestly, she already felt disoriented with the onset of mild
"I don't feel good, mom," Jennifer whined.
Surprisingly, her mom's reaction was gentle and concerned, not the usual suspicion or automatic argument that usually came with any assertion that she was too sick for school. The keys dangling from her mom's hand and a glance at the clock made Jen realize that her mom was running behind, which probably helped. Her mom was usually more permissive when feeling guilty about something already.
"You look white as a sheet, dear," her mom said. "I thought something was wrong when I found you sitting on the floor looking like the cat dragged you in here, but you should probably stay home if you're not feeling well."
Her mom put a hand on her forehead.
"Well, you might have a fever, but I can't really tell," she continued. "Still, I think you'd better lay down
and get some rest. I'll call the school, but I've got to get to work. You're old enough to fend for yourself
but if you get worse or you need anything, call me."
Jen's mother ushered her from the floor and back into bed. Greatly relieved that a confrontation with mom was not in the cards this morning, Jen slid back into the covers as her mom kissed her forehead, then left the room.
Jen felt much safer, however, once she heard the sound of her mom's car starting in the driveway, backing up, then accelerating away from the house.
For several minutes, Jen lay in bed, wishing that it would all go away. But the heavy feeling of her huge new
breasts weighing her chest down persisted, impossible to ignore. It was clear the curse had really happened, and was not going away at all.
As she concentrated, she noticed that weight on her chest seemed different, even since the change. Her boobs seemed heavier.
She reached a hand under her sweatshirt and felt the still-unfamiliar and overly-large mass of breast. She
found her new additions were not just heavier, but also less springy, and a lot more sensitive than she was
used to. A few probes with her fingers told her they were filling up with a liquid -- and quickly.
Then she remembered the details of Kyle's curse. Her body was storing up sperm in her breasts. Her eyes
However, her cum-filled tits and the new phallus in her mouth were already delivering hormones into her system, bringing on feelings any teen-aged boy would know well. She was getting horny, and not in the gentle, yet aching way that she was used to. It was an urgent kind of feeling, and focused very specifically in her changed parts.
She closed her eyes, her hand still touching her breasts absently. Though her breasts were still swelling, and not entirely comfortable, her fingertips found a response from them that made her tingle. The feeling spread from her chest, up through her throat and, distinctly, within her cock-tongue. Her pussy started to dampen as well; her other hand found its way over her mound, touching herself through the cotton of her panties.
With her mouth closed, she started sucking experimentally. Her cock responded and began to harden, and for a short while it felt quite delicious in every sense. Then she felt her jaw being forced apart as her member pushed its way towards her lips. She relaxed to allow it.
The erection grew slowly, and she found it felt very, very good to keep her lips pressed around the
circumference of it as the head, then shaft, crept beyond her mouth inch by inch.
Soon, looking downwards, she could see the tip as her cock grew ever longer and thicker in girth. The veiny
skin retracted to reveal the mushroom-like head as it enlarged.
The fingers of her hands grew busier, circling her nipples and clit with increasing vigor as she watched the
new appendage growing. She took her hand off her breast and out of her sweater. She touched the cock gingerly, making it twitch visibly and harden faster.
Jen enclosed the shaft in her hands. She'd once given a hand job to an old boyfriend in a movie theater, under his coat in the dark. But she'd had very little time to explore then since his unzipped pants weren't quite lose enough, and he'd chickened out quickly. Of course, she hadn't been touching *herself* then, either, and Jen found this was something quite nice indeed.
Its surface was soft, not entirely different from the way her labia felt under her fingers, but a squeeze
found a stiff inner core around which the outer skin of the thing slipped back and forth easily. She twisted
the pliable skin gently and pumped her hand along the shaft, and it made sparkles in her nerves. The cock
surged, pushing the final several inches upwards into a full erection as the head became completely visible.
A trail of clear pre-cum dribbled from the tip, running down the shaft toward Jen's hand as she pumped herself along the twelve inches of dick sticking out of her mouth. The lubrication enhanced the sensation, and her throat flexed automatically with unfamiliar sexual muscles.
She felt flush, with an urge for release like she'd never felt before, all through her neck and breasts. Her
clit was harder than it had ever been and her panties were soaked with her juices. Sweat dappled her forehead, breasts and abdomen.
Hastily stripping her clothes off, she lay back down on her bed covers and watched herself in the vanity
mirror, which gave her a mostly complete view of her torso.
She watched herself grip her tongue-cock as she stroked it, saw her huge, full tits draped over her chest and belly, and saw her other hand strumming her clit and pussy. It was obscene, but also the most freakishly arousing thing she'd ever laid eyes on.
She looked herself in the eyes as she masturbated with increasing intensity. Her changes broke the familiarity of her reflection; cock-tongue Jen was a twisted, peep-show version of herself that made looking in the mirror just like watching someone else. The size of the cock that mirror-Jen stroked furiously was absurdly large, especially so stemming from her cute girly lips, and her breasts made her body a caricature of fertility. Jen felt aversion, and yet she was inescapably turned on.
Without warning, she felt the orgasm crest and break across her body. Her pussy flooded and slickened the sides of her thighs. Her breasts convulsed as new muscles inside her pumped forcefully, and a blinding wave of pleasure, the most intense she'd ever experienced, rose up from her torso as her cock surged in her hand.
A rapid series of pumps, each accompanied by another wave of feeling, forced the cum from the tip of Jen's cock. The first small burst threw itself in a little curl from the head and splashed warmly across her hand with an audible splurt. But the next, and each gout afterward, shot up into the air, and it was all Jen could do to keep the stream from coating her bedroom ceiling and furnishings, deciding instead to try to have the liquid splash across her skin.
And splash it did. There was a lot of it, and it kept coming out. She nearly blacked out from the intensity of
As the sensation faded, the cock softened and shrank back into Jen's mouth, the foreskin wrapping the head neatly back into the spot her normal tongue had been just over an hour earlier.
As her senses returned from orbit, Jen realized that much of her was covered in cum, her jelly-esque seed
cooling down from body temperature now that it was outside her. She could feel it on her cheeks and chin, all over her torso, and even down her legs and across the tops of her feet. There were trails of it on the carpet, and all across her bed. That she'd come all over herself was a realization that revolted her a little but, unexpectedly, turned her on a great deal and left behind a residual arousal.
Still, she knew she'd need to clean up the mess before it soaked in. She grabbed a couple of towels from the closet, and set to work. A few minutes later, the machines in the laundry room and streams of hot water from her shower were working on removing any trace evidence of her first penile orgasm.
As the water ran down her body, washing away the cum from her skin, Jen...
Jen takes things a step further.
added by CYOC Voyeur on 05/10/2012 00:48
The warm water felt exhilarating against Jen's skin as she watched the clustered, thin streams of her shower gently scrub away the residue of her spectacular first orgasm with her newly-formed cock-tongue. It had easily been the most intense thing that had ever happened to her body, but the shower's even, massaging warmth calmed her nerve endings and made the whole memory feel a little less overwhelming and easier to process. The morning's exercise had left her quietly aroused, but she still felt overstimulated and tried to avoid sexual thoughts for the moment.
She was still unused to her huge new breasts, which made balancing in the shower more difficult than expected, but leaning against the tiled wall and closing her eyes left things temporarily better. She became aware of her breasts swelling up again, getting heavier with what she knew must be a fresh batch of sperm, but she focused on the coolness of the tiles and the white noise and heat of the water, and soon she was distracted -- enough.
Habitually, Jennifer opened her mouth and let the stream of water pour in. Though the initial sound and
feeling was more or less the same as usual, it quickly changed. The direct pressure of the stream of water set her tongue-cock stirring again, and she found her sex drive revving despite her fleeting desire to avoid it. The pitch of the water pouring in rose and then disappeared as her cock began filling and then pushing through her mouth once more.
She faced directly into the stream -- Kyle's curse made it unnecessary to breathe, so water pouring over her face was no longer of discomfort to her -- and tilted her head and shoulders to let the stream stimulate her cock and nipples as directly as possible.
Last summer, she'd discretely experienced something similar in Kirsten's backyard Jacuzzi, pushing her girl
bits against the whirlpool water jets through her swimsuit. But this was even better since there was so much more surface area involved and she had no need to be discrete.
The penis filled out to its full size very quickly. As it did, she felt the rest of her body getting ready for
more in concert. Her pussy got as wet as her outsides, and her nipples visibly hardened into drawn, conical
forms with points as large as her thumb tips. It felt amazing.
Since she'd cum so recently, however, she found it easier to concentrate on what was happening this time, and didn't feel quite so biologically rushed to reach her peak. Still, her grossly enlarged erogenous zones
started to be overstimulated by the shower, so she decided to get out. She shut off the water, leaving her
Her parts stayed hard as she wrapped herself in a pair of bath towels and dried off, spending a little extra
time drying her shaft because, she discovered, it felt nice to rub herself there with the terry.
Unintentionally, she draped part of her towel over her cock, and it suddenly occurred to her just how long it was. She began to consider the possibilities.
Dry at last, she flipped the towel over the shower bar and walked naked back into her bedroom.
Looking herself over in the mirror, she gave her pussy a quick little pet. Her fingers slid away from her
cleft with a thick gob of her juices, and she wiped it off on her cock. A shudder of pleasure filled her
chest, and she also found it felt even better to stroke herself using her feminine lubrication than it had
with her pre-cum earlier.
She held her length to the side so she could see it clearly in her reflection, and a naughty thought began to
form in her mind.
After quickly putting a clean sheet down, Jen lay on her bed. She began stroking herself with both hands, one on her cock-tongue and one on her pussy. A few moments later, she switched hands, moaning with delight as she worked her own lubricant into the skin of her cock. The squishing caress of her pussy fluids intensified everything.
Spreading her legs to provide herself better access, she probed herself with her fingers -- one first, then
two at a time. With her head laid against the mattress, she found her cock was easier to keep hold of than
when she'd been standing. In minutes she began to discover specifically how she liked to touch herself.
Several translucent streams of pre-cum emerged, and she stroked them into the slick of the vaginal fluids
across her cock. Everything felt incredibly good, and Jen realized that it was time to take things a step
further. She felt a little nervous but the sexual buzz and her own curiosity overtook her caution.
Jen pulled several pillows and laid them on the wall end of her bed, then propped her butt and legs up towards the ceiling. Next, she pressed her feet against the wall above to bend her body into a tight fetal curl underneath them, doubling herself over. Gently letting her legs down, spread-eagle above and then behind either side of her head, she watched her now-swollen pussy lowering until it was directly in front of her face. Her breasts made the position a little bit difficult to manage as the pull of gravity flattened them
across her chest, but a small shimmy to either side shifted them out of the way. The position was more than a little uncomfortable, but her natural flexibility and supercharged arousal made it easy not to care.
She'd been with a boy once, for about 15 seconds in the middle of a round of "Seven Minutes of Heaven." She'd not even known who it was, since it was in a dark closet with someone picked out of a different room. She remembered he was an amazing kisser. When he pressed his cock against her under her skirt she slid her panties aside and let him come in just to try it, but he pulled out and came before she'd really even started to get used to it. It hadn't been fantastic, but it felt good enough that she had unanswered questions.
She could see directly inside herself as she raised her fingers up and peeled apart her thoroughly soaked
pussy lips. She'd examined herself using a mirror before, but it was something altogether different to be
pinned under the weight of her own legs, looking into her own vagina and contemplating how it was going to feel to fuck herself.
She took a hand away from her pussy and seized her cock-tongue, engaging its head in the saddle of her mons.
The distance between her mouth and pussy was just a little less than the length of her cock, so there was
immediate pressure against her opening. She felt a surge of adrenaline, and the urge for penetration coming from both ends of her grew urgent. With a tilt of her head and a thrust of her hips, she impaled herself on her cock.
Jennifer let out a deep moan, her mouth opening reflexively wide around the base of her shaft. The feeling of fucking and being fucked at the same time was purely beyond. The subtle pain of her body position and the unusual stretching of her limbs just enhanced it.
Her hair fluttered and her legs pumped rhythmically as she thrust into herself, forcing as much of her dick
into her wetness as she could. She was no contortionist, so she could only manage the first few inches, but
her member's girth was enough to make the effort most worthwhile.
The view alone almost got her off. Each time she pushed in, Jen watched her inner labia stretch to take
herself in. Each time she slid back out, it gripped and tugged her cock, folding outward, to keep it inside
until the last possible moment.
Inside her, the ridges in her pussy rippled over the sensitive sides of her cock head, and she felt it through
both of them all at once. She wanted more.
Thrusting more intently, she managed to force in another inch of her cock as her body gradually stretched with her curl, but she wasn't even halfway full.
It was beginning to hurt, but the pain brought adrenaline, intensifying the sex. Still, knowing she couldn't
hold the position much longer, she started pumping wildly.
She felt the orgasm building up this time, filling her insides with the pleasure of its approach like hot
caramel pooling into a bowl. She moaned loudly, and she knew she was going to be swept over the edge.
A fleeting thought to pull out crossed her mind, but she didn't have enough control of herself left to stop
and let the orgasm just happen -- she had never needed to cum so badly in her life.
And then, both of her sexes came at once.
She cried out from a deep, animal place inside as her body exploded into an orgasm that was orders of
magnitude better than her first. Her breasts and nipples swelled, then contracted powerfully and visibly as
the semen rushed through her throat and shaft, shooting into her own pussy.
She watched and felt all as the silky white liquid filled, then overflowed her insides, dripping out onto her
breasts, even as more of it was still being pumped through her and into her. Even when her breasts had finally emptied the waves continued dryly; she lost count of the times she came, over and over again until her body decided it was finally satisfied.
Finally exhausted, Jennifer lowered her sated but sore body from her inverted pose. She laid herself flat as
her cock-tongue once again softened and her pussy emptied slowly onto the sheet. The strain in her muscles
started to reach her mind's foreground, but euphoria overcame it and it all faded into a pleasant nothing.
Awakening was the first sign Jen had that she'd been sleeping. Looking up, she...
*saw her sister standing at the door...