Topic: Growing Closer Together - by Tsceri Ordos
http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7294616/
Growing Closer Together (Part I)
"So... any plans for this weekend?" Cass cooed to her roommate as Sakura shrugged off her heavy backpack and collapsed onto the worn, messy beige couch in the center of their living room. Sakura groaned, letting her head sink into the ragged sofa's soft cushion despite the pink nightgown Cass had left draped over its back. She couldn't bring herself to care about her roommate's messy habits, right now she just wanted to let the soft, welcoming embrace of the familiar furniture wrap her away for eternity.
"I've just come back from my organic chemistry lab," Sakura muttered, creaking open her weary eyes to cast a disdainful gaze on her roommate, "I've spent the last three hours getting bitched at by May, the colossal bitch of a teacher's assistant. I spent the little time she wasn't riding me about my experiment, in equal measures, explaining what was going on to my clueless lab partner and groaning because of the lazy lab partner, who's content to just sit back and let me do all the work."
Much to Sakura's mounting irritation, Cass kept smiling, her golden hair bobbing about her shoulders. Sakura continued, "this was, of course, after the hour and a half lecture for said class, also given by the insufferable TA, and I've been up since five AM because I had to run the morning shift at the coffee shop." She leveled her eyes at Cass, still unable to muster the energy to open them all the way, or rally a decent glare. "I. Am. Spent.
"Hmm..." Cass replied, sliding up into the sofa, "I think I know a good way for you to recover. Have some fun..." she edged herself closer to Sakura, leaning in her direction until her body was almost touching her roommate's, close enough for Sakura to feel the warmth radiating from her.
Sakura sighed, "Cass, for the hundredth time, I'm not gay," she said, closing her eyes and letting her head slip onto the couch's armrest and a purple top she'd left there the other day. She'd known Cass for two years, and lived with her for over a semester now, and for as long as she'd known the girl Cass had been a huge flirt.
Cassiopeia Genevieve had blossomed from the shy, quiet girl Sakura knew as a hall mate in her freshman dorm into an adventurous, kinky, almost bubbly woman over that time. They had gotten along pretty well, and they were both sick of underclassmen dorms and their original roommates, so they arranged to rent an apartment just off campus. Occasionally Sakura found herself wondering why she ever agreed to sharing living space with Cass, and every time she came back to the same train of thought she had when Cass first propositioned the arrangement. Cass had come to enjoy herself in college. She'd found things that were fun, and she'd experimented and liked the results, and she'd thrown herself into new situations eager to make the most of it. She explored her own desires and fantasies, and even found a woman who would indulge her submissive kink, owning her like a sexual pet for weeks on end. It was odd to watch Samantha swing by and pick up Cass by a leash she happily wore around her chocker, but every time it happened Sakura found herself just a little bit envious. Cass was having fun, and she had hoped from the start that maybe, somehow, a bit of the girl's adventurousness would rub off on her.
That had been before orgo-mana hell. Back when Sakura occasionally day-dreamt about boys, instead of chains of resonating mana-charged peptides and how natural respiration assimilated them in physical mass and metaphysical movement. The only time she dreamed anymore these days was when she fell asleep studying for an exam... and those dreams were never as pleasant as the ones with guys.
Well... for the most part they weren't. Sakura had had some pretty screwed up anxiety dreams about her crushes, too.
"I'm going to recover by falling asleep. If I'm lucky, I'll wake up before finals," Sakura said, closing her eyes and rolling onto her side, away from Cass.
"Aww, that's not going to help," Cass replied as she pulled her legs onto the couch, pulling them underneath her to sit opposite Sakura. "Tell you what, my master is going to take me out clubbing tonight. It's a fun little place, really close too. She's gonna show me off, dance a little, maybe chat up some sweet thing for an interesting night. You know, fun stuff. You remember fun, right?"
Sakura mumbled something impolite into the sofa.
Cass laughed. "Live a little! You'll be able to coma sleep for the rest of the weekend... but maybe, if you're lucky, you'll find someone who'll keep you awake instead. Wouldn't you like that? Some cute guy who'd get you all hot and bothered, maybe curl your toes," she traced her finger along Sakura's feet, tickling them through her socks and prompting a startled yelp as she sat up.
"You're so adorable," Cass cooed, her sapphire eyes alight with a good humor that made it maddeningly hard to stay upset about her, as Sakura had learned. "I'm sure you'll attract someone fun!"
Sakura looked over her roommate. Cass was still dressed in her casual lecture-wear; a simple pink tank-top cut low about her C-cup breasts and a matching white and pink skirt about her thighs. With her sparkling blue eyes, shoulder length golden hair, fit figure and pretty features she looked almost impossibly feminine. She was definitely on the small side, her large eyes giving her almost a pixie like appearance. Small, beautiful, and always cheery, she never did have trouble finding guys. Or girls, for that matter, when she started preferring them. Sakura sighed, "you know how awkward I am at these things. It'll be a pain and I'll go back home alone, just like last time."
"Last time I hardly got you in the club before you said you had enough and wanted to go home. This time we'll get a drink in you, make a night of it! Samantha said she knew a few of the people who'd be in town tonight, she's more than willing to introduce you."
Sakura blushed at the mention of Samantha, Cass's 'owner'. In a way, Samantha was everything Sakura loved and feared about her roommate; she was strong, assertive, sexual, and neck deep in an erotic, exciting relationship. Samantha was certainly a thing of beauty, tall, raven haired, striking features that seemed to resonate with her aura of control. She came naturally into a dominant position, and at times Sakura had wondered whether she herself might be attracted to the woman. She was memorable in other ways; Samantha was something of a transformation enthusiast and had a small number of minor alterations made to herself, leaving her with three ample breasts and a long, serpentine tongue. Cass liked to tease Sakura bout Samantha's other, more private enhancements, frequently offering to get her owner to provide Sakura with a personal demonstration.
"She barely knows me from Eve, why do you think she'd be able to find a decent match?"
Cass shrugged, a wry smile on her soft lips, "I've talked about you, on occasion. Oh, and did you know you talk in your sleep?"
"What?!" Sakura replied, fully attentive, "I do not!"
"Well... it's mostly boring stuff. Protein chains, amino acids, vacule-mana cycles, but every now and then there's something juicy," she gently pressed a finger along her soft lips, pursing them slightly around its tip, "especially last night..."
Sakura blushed, half-remembered images trickling through her memory. "What did I say last night?"
Cass giggled, curling up on the couch like a girl sharing secrets at a slumber party. "Let's see... you spent the first half mumbling into that pillow you always cuddle against, but I distinctly recall "oh, lick me! Lick me! That tongue!' escaping your lips a few times. I think someone here might have an oral fixation..."
Sakura shuddered, recollection finally cascading into her weary mind. She'd had the dream again. She hadn't told a soul, at least not while she was awake, but it had been creeping into her mind almost regularly the last month. She could never remember all of it, and what parts she could recall tended to be almost opaque, blurred with the vagaries of dream-logic.
She was always alone at first, but then someone else arrived. She didn't know who. Indeed, she rather suspected that it was different every time... or maybe it wasn't a person, but just the idea of a person. She could never remember any details about the face, the body, or even the gender of the individual. But every time they approached her, and without getting a good luck they began to lick her, sucking and kissing at her feminine nether lips until she was a mess of moans and wriggling limbs. None of her boyfriends had ever performed oral sex on her, and on that note she hadn't had a boyfriend in over a year now... perhaps she was somehow fetishizing the act?
Sakura tried to clear her head, only to hear Cass' taunting voice say, "ooh, was it that good? You're blushing like a pregnant nun! Come one, give me details!"
"Stop it," Sakura weekly replied, trying to find a pillow she could bury her head under.
"Hmm... I think I could be convinced to stop talking about your little dream-time debauchery if you'd at least give the real thing half a chance. Get out of this apartment! Come on, Sam and I will take you clubbing! It'll be fun!"
Sakura opened her mouth to offer retort, but stopped when she saw the determination in her friend's eyes. "You're not going to drop this, are you?"
"If you refuse tonight, there are parties on Saturday and Sunday I'll drag you to," Cass happily chirped, leaning back on the sofa's far arm. "Besides, this place is right down the block. You know that old used bookstore that went under freshman year? The space got turned into a pretty bitchin' club not too long ago. Real popular with the TF crowd around here."
"Uhg," Sakura shuddered. "It's a pain enough having to figure out how all that magic works, I don't want to have it shoved in my face in my off time."
"Don't worry, cutie," Cass said, bouncing up from the couch and giving Sakura a quick hug. "Around here it's usually mild stuff, like my owner's body mods. Well, mild outside of the bed, at any rate. Now rest up! Sneak in a nap if you can. I'll help you get dressed in a few hours. This'll be fun! Who knows, maybe you'll find a good owner! Oooh, or maybe someone you could own..."
"Cass, you know I'm not into that sub dom stuff," Sakura muttered, defeated but eager to revel in her chance of a couple hours sleep.
"Well, not yet you aren't," Cass giggled before she shut the door and leaving her roommate to succumb to her exhaustion.
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Her late afternoon nap had been entirely too short, and whatever improvement it had on her spirits had been cut short by Cass' generous offer to help her get dressed for the club. Simply put, Sakura realized she didn't have any clothes terribly good for clubbing, and to make an awkward situation miserable, Cass offered to loan her an outfit she couldn't possibly fit in. Where Cass was curvy and well endowed, Sakura found herself more subdued. Her a-cup breasts were too small to need a bra and her figure was too slender and hips too girlish to fit into Cass' skirts.
In the end, she wore one of her normal tops, a slim grey affair with a strategic rumple over her chest. She had to talk Cass out of ripping off the bottom so she'd show some midriff, but Cass was able to convince her to come in a short skirt that fluttered about her thighs, showing off her long legs. She completed her outfit with a pair of comfortable sandals, despite Cass' objection that they were far too casual for clubbing. A tad embarrassed at her wardrobe, Sakura had spent some time working with her seldom used makeup kit, but the end result made her look more pretty than sexy, drawing attention to her expressive eyes, demure lips, and perpetually straight black hair which always resisted her efforts at styling.
In sharp contrast, Cass wore a black leather corset, running from her crotch to her breasts, with black netting running over her legs and arms. Her feet were covered in high heeled boots that reached almost to her knees, matching the dark leather of her corset, and her arms had a pair of matching leather vambraces over her forearms. The only jewelry she wore was a simple dark choker with a small looped extension just barely protruding from its smooth surface. Sakura half suspected the reason Cass dragged her along in the first place was the fact that the corset was impossible to get into or out of alone, and strapping it to her busty roommate certainly didn't make her feel any better about her own body.
Samantha arrived shortly after they'd finished, Cass squeeing in delight as her owner slipped a red silk leash through the hole in Cass' choker. The tall, almost Amazonian brunette was dressed in a more elegant, less exposing manner, a full scarlet dress with black flowers and matching gloves, a neckline specifically cut around her three breasts, twin plunges showing off twin soft chasms, the center strip of fabric over her third breast held up by a shimmering silver chain which attached it tautly to Samantha's necklace. Cass was wriggling in apparent delight, on her knees, as Samantha moved over to pull both her arms behind Cass's back, a soft glow from the vambraces signifying a magical lock. Only when Cass's arms were bound behind her back did Samantha give her leave to greet her, at which point Sakura watched her roommate fervently kiss the woman's hands and neck.
Samantha, for her part, made polite conversation with Sakura as the three walked to the club, explaining how she knew a guy with a hand in the renovation. It could have been a normal conversation... if she hadn't been holding onto her roommate like who was acting like a bitch in heat, taking every effort to sway her ass and hips along the way, occasionally letting out soft moans as she wriggled in her bindings. Although Sakura noticed Samantha's eyes scanning her outfit with a hint of worry, she said nothing about her dress, but rather assured her the club wouldn't have many people as intense as her and Cass.
"You look adorable," she had said as they approached the Garden, "unchanged, natural, hell, you even look virginal! Let your hair down a bit, give some cute girl or a guy a look or two, and I'm sure you'll have plenty of people looking to have some fun corrupting you." She laughed after that, and Sakura found herself rather hoping it was supposed to be a joke... despite the soft 'mmmhm' sound Cass made through smiling lips. "It's really just a normal club. Have some fun, watch what you drink, don't sip anything that hasn't been in your sight since it was opened, and you'll have a blast. Oh, and if you want some fun, just ask the bartender for the club's special."
'Why the hell did I agree to this?' Sakura silently asked herself as she entered Circe's Garden, alongside Cass and her owner.
She let out a sigh of relief a few steps down; the club did seem to be pretty normal. Her quickened heartbeat slowed down as she took in more and more of the club's setting. She was by no means used to clubbing, but even her normal awkwardness came as a pale relief to the worrisome prospect of spending the night at a fetish dive.
Circe's Garden occupied the basement floors of an office building, just two blocks from Sakura's apartment. After a short flight of stairs behind the front door, the entry hallway opened up into a large dance floor, the far sides broken up with booths and tables. A few girls worked the bar and numerous college-aged people mingled about. It was still early and the place was fairly sparse, but some rhythmic music flooded the club, the lighting seamlessly rotated its coloring from red to purple to blue and back in tune to the ceaseless beats.
Sakura instantly remembered why she hated clubbing as she fought back a wave of unease at the permeating sound and shifting light.
"Come with us, a friend is stopping by tonight. I think you might like him. His name's Justin, studying to be a systems engineer. Might be your type." Samantha said, tugging Cass' color and strutting purposefully towards one of the booths on the far wall. Cass wordlessly followed, and Sakura waited only an instant before trailing behind. She felt almost dirty, like Samantha might be subtly trying to dominate her... she shook her head, dismissing the notion that the triple breasted dom wanted her as a pet too.
As she moved across the club, skirting the edge of the sunken dance floor, she got a better look at some of its patrons. They were all young, most dressed in dark clothes that showed off their physiques; women danced in hot pants and tank tops, henna designs glowing under blacklights, exposed midriff, and more than a few guys found ways to show off toned abs and firm pectorals. Sakura's skin began to itch as she became acutely aware of just how... different she looked. How different she felt.
"Justin!" she heard Samantha say, turning her gaze away from the dance floor and towards the booth her companions had searched for. She saw Samantha hugging a figure, Cass smiling at the pair from a foot or two away.
"Maybe Justin will actually be someone I can connect to," Sakura hoped as she approached the stall, averting her gaze from the two lest her blush betray how sexual she found Samantha's actions. Even the most genial of gestures, coming from the triple breasted six foot tall beauty seemed rife with sexual subtext, and that was disregarding Cass on her leash. Maybe Justin would be someone she could chat with, spend the night getting to know... maybe they've read the same books, or followed the same series, or events, maybe the night would be fun after all...
And then she saw Justin, just as Samantha let go of 'him'. "I can't believe how much you've changed!" Samantha said, taking in the figure before her. The first thing Sakura noticed was the tail; it wiggled, two feet long and fluffy in patterns vaguely reminiscent of a jaguar, and it came from a hole poked in a very girly miniskirt. Said skirt was stretched tight around equally feminine hips, as part of the hourglass figure of a woman about Sakura's height, with cat ears, and a somewhat feline face.
"It's Jasmine, now," she said in a feminine voice, with just a slight rumble in it, although Sakura wasn't entirely certain if it was her or the club's ceaseless music. Jasmine cast Sakura glance, and her vertically slitted pupils sent a shiver down her spine. She smiled anyway and offered her hand, which Jasmine picked up, the woman's fingers ended in narrow points more like claws than nails. She brought Sakura's hand to her lips, breathed in her scent and let a large tongue gently lap at her knuckles, smiling as she released it. Sakura quickly sat down in the booth to hide the sudden wobble in her knees.
"It's a pleasure to meet you. You're Sakura, I take it? Samantha's told me precious little of you," she said, sliding into the booth opposite her.
"Ss... Samantha told me you were... well... a guy," Sakura stammered, her confidence long evaporated. It was impossible to even make eye contact with Jasmine, so her nervous gaze wandered around the room. Samantha pulled up a stool by the table's edge as Cass kneeled on the floor next to her, a mirthful smile on her lips. It was creepy how quiet she could become when she was with Samantha.
Jasmine laughed softly, "I was, until a week ago. She wiggled her large breasts, smiling in revelry at their bobbing movements, "like the new me?"
"I never saw the old you," Sakura quietly replied. She realized it was probably a dumb thing to say, but thankfully Jasmine didn't seem to notice as Samantha spoke, much more earnestly.
"You went through with it already?"
"Partially," Jasmine purred, "I'm still saving up money for the full stuff. You know I've been eying the jaguar package for years now, well, the Cosmagic lab was having a sale on neko girls, so I decided what the hell. It's a great start, and I made sure that I could work on it, going forward."
Samantha leaned forward, smiling with her hand to her chin leaning on the table, "you look lovely, dear. You really seem to be filling into ladyhood quite nicely, but I wish I knew. I might have mislead our little friend here into thinking you were still a man."
Jasmine shrugged, "I've toyed with this idea for ages now, but I didn't expect to be making the change so soon. I bet you already know, but having a cunt is wonderful!" She wriggled her lower body on the booth's bench, and from the pleasure she seemed to take it in Sakura very much doubted she was wearing anything beneath that skirt. "I feel so sensitive, and I go into my first heat next week! I can hardly wait!"
"Heat?" Sakura asked, cocking her head slightly, "you'll go into heats?"
Jasmine nodded enthusiastically, "oh yeah. I'll get hornier and hornier next week... I thought it'd be a good way to break me into cock, so to speak," Samantha and Jasmine shared a laugh at the line. Cass' smile grew, but she seemed to be making a concerted effort to remain quiet.
"I bet it must be exciting to have a new pussy. Allow me a little gift, from an old friend to another, Jasmine. Lick her off, pet," Samantha cooed, never breaking eye contact with Jasmine. Cass didn't make a noise as she ducked under the table and out of Sakura's site. An instant later, the catgirl shuddered, "oh my, you have her well trained, don't you?"
Samantha smirked as Jasmine made every effort to keep a straight a face under Cass' attentions. Sakura blushed scarlet at the scene.
"So, you're happy with your new form, kitty?" Samantha asked.
"Oh, gods yes!" Jasmine half said, half moaned, "but... mmhmm... I'm still not done. I'm saving up money for some extras... damn, she's good with her tongue. When I'm done, I'll have... six tits... and fully quadru, mmhmm, quadrupedal..."
"Oh, where are my manners," Samantha said, turning to Sakura, "would you my pet to eat you out? She'll slip you out of your underwear in a heartbeat."
"I... I think I need to use the restroom," Samantha quickly stammered, standing up and walking away from the booth, Samantha slightly smirking as Jasmine murmured and yeowled at Cass' craft.
This was a horrible idea, Sakura thought to herself as she moved as far away from the booth as she could. The club was filling up, and although Sakura could see a fair number of obviously transformed individuals flaunting strange and unnatural assets there were plenty of normal girls and cute guys... some of whom even spared Sakura slight looks.
But she couldn't do anything about it. She looked away instead of smiling back, fidgeted nervously as she moved pas talking groups and flirty pairs until she reached the bar. She planted her tight ass on a free stool and curled her legs under her, pressing them tightly together and wishing she'd brought a longer skirt. Or better yet, actual pants.
A bartender approached her. She was a more mature woman than most present, her full lips sporting a couple rings, her nose a stud, and myriad other piercings adorning her face. "What'll it be, school-girl?"
School girl? Sakura groaned, looking the bartender in her unamused eyes. She vaguely recalled Samantha saying something earlier... "How about the special?" she flatly said.
The woman looked Sakura up and down, giving out a soft whistle, "well... usually we only do that on Thursdays, but hun, I think you need it. I'll whip you up one on the house."
"Wait, what IS the special?" Sakura asked, confused and a tad perturbed.
"It changes, but this week it's a nice breast enlargement elixir. Knock back a couple of them and you'll have something worth shaking. I can mix it into anything you like, but it tastes kind of bitter, so it won't work with most cocktails-"
Before the woman could finish Sakura had stood up and walked away, a bit of her anger seeping into her firm footsteps. The nerve, she ruminated as she navigated the crowded club, the throbbing music planting the seeds of a headache in her mind. Just because I'm a bit flat... and to make it sound like charity! And to make it such a causal proposition! If she grew an extra cup size, Sakura reasoned, she'd have to spend hundreds of dollars updating her wardrobe. Relearning her center of balance!
She planted her back against the wall of the club and sighed. She could see dozens of people her age just... having fun. And she knew she just couldn't be like that. She felt nervous, her skin itched at the thought of having people see her moving like the girls here, her feet felt like lead and her stomach was writhing within her. Sakura wanted to go back to the apartment, to sleep this off and forget she ever came here... but...
She envied them. They could have fun like this. They didn't need to think about it, or force themselves, or agonize over dresses and greetings. It just came to them, and Sakura wished it could be that easy for her.
'This is hopeless', she thought. 'That bitch at the bar was right; my figure is pathetic. Every single girl here has better curves than me. Hell, there are some guys here who have nicer tits,' she thought, eying a few examples on the dance floor. Of course, they seemed to be having a blast. She shook her head and turned around. Maybe if she hid in the bathroom for an hour she could convince Cass to get off her back. She tried coming here, it failed spectacularly, and maybe now Cass would just leave her at peace. At least for a couple weeks.
The bathroom was thankfully clean, and surprisingly well insulated against the club's droning music. Sakura deftly avoided looking at herself in the mirror, and took a moment to contemplate which stall she wanted to hide in, when heard someone enter the room restroom behind her.
"I want to lick you off," a feminine voice cooed.
Sakura let out a sharp gasp at the words, spoken in a young woman's voice. Her first impulse was to jump out of the way, reject the offer and rush out of the club... but the memory of last night's dreamed bubbled up into her mind. Maybe... could a quick cunnilingus session do any harm? She couldn't get knocked up from it, and she'd probably never see this woman again. She certainly didn't sound like a college student... too youthful, too cheery. Probably from the local high school...
She shook her head, her back still towards this woman. There was no way she could agree to this, regardless of how wet it was making her, or her knees just quivered in place when she tried to move them...
"You don't need to say anything," the girl whispered. Sakura could feel her getting closer, the head radiating from her body, the gentle wind from her breath, the scent of her perfume. "Just say no and I'll walk away. You'll never see me again. Or... let me kiss you, and I'll change your world."
Her voice was almost musical, a strange, eager excitement rippled through it. Blushing with shame, Sakura slowly turned towards the woman, grabbing her hands behind her back. She tried to get a look at the woman, but all she was able to see was a brief glimpse of dark hair, large eyes, and Asian features before the girl ducked beneath her field of view, tugging down Sakura's skirt and panties in the motion.
She couldn't believe she was letting this happen... but would she ever get a chance like this? No, the stranger would lick her off, it'd be awkward, and she could be done with this stupid club, that stupid dream, and the whole stupid fantasy forever. She breathed deeply, resolving to stand her ground as the girl kneeled before her.
Before she could reconsider she felt something warm and wet brush against her feminine lips. She opened her mouth in a soft gasp at the unexpected sensation, the sudden delight, and staggered a foot backward, leaning her back against an empty stall's wall. The strange girl didn't miss a beat and crawled forward to match, her lips and tongue still on Sakura's pussy.
"Oooh... that's... that's... nice," Sakura whispered, feeling this stranger's deft tongue stroke at her womanhood, her warm lips greedily pressing against Sakura's shaved pussy. Looking down, Sakura could see that this woman was dressed in a pair of tight stained jeans, her fit ass wriggling nicely as she poured herself into the act of pleasure. She had on a pink tank top, but Sakura couldn't make out much more than that from her position. She panted and moaned softly, hardly making a sound above her increasingly quick breathing.
This was amazing. None of her boyfriends had ever eaten her out before, but this... it felt so much better than sex. The intensity of it sapped the will from her bones, the warmth soothed and enticed her womanhood, inciting smoldering yearning. Every stroke of the girl's tongue was a shock of joy and pleasure, the caresses of her lips and hot breath warm seas of teasing caresses. Sakura felt her knees wobble, and she only kept herself standing by bracing her hands against the wall.
And then she felt a tingling, a pleasurable but alien electric tickle radiate through her pussy. It was unlike anything she'd ever felt. At first it was subtle note in this strange woman's ministrations, but it quickly began to bloom, growing stronger, more powerful, more erotic. Sakura felt her hips quiver and spasm, but not quite like an orgasm. There was no release, just the teasing, tickling tingle and the mounting pleasure...
Suddenly, Sakura realized that the girl had stopped licking her. Looking down, she saw the girl's face still on her pussy, but she couldn't feel her tongue or lips... and after an instant, realized that she was having trouble feeling her own pussy, too. Instead, the pleasure seemed to radiate from a place of heat, of warmth... She closed her eyes, helpless, trapped by the pleasure of her bizarre circumstance and panting softly as she longed to cum, to bring her revelry to peak, but found only a growing desire, a font of mounting lust in its stead.
Sakura was lost in the sensations, until with startling, brutal clarity she recognized one she absolutely should not; the feeling of hands on the cold tile floor. Suddenly she could make sense of some of what she was feeling, a wetness not coming from her own pussy, a second heartbeat coursing with hers, and with dread curiosity she opened her eyes and looked down.
The woman's head was almost gone, her small ears slipping into the smooth flesh around Sakura's crotch, no seam visible between their merging forms. Her arms were receding, her hands pulled off the ground by her vanishing limbs, rings and bangles making a ringing sound as they fell onto the floor. The girl's body was flowing into her, her legs shrinking and leaving her sandals empty and jeans collapsed on the ground.
Sakura couldn't move. She was shocked, and despite the horror before her eyes her body was still wracked by the most tantalizing pleasure she'd ever known. She wanted more, she desperately wanted to cum, to find some release or blessed vent for this ravishing arousal, and the spectacle before her was somehow turning her on even more.
She watched in fascination as the woman's feminine hips lost their curves, her neck widened and her torso shrank until they were indistinguishable. Her breasts seemed to grow, as Sakura heard the woman's top rip in protest, but soon she felt two hot cantaloupe sized orbs slap against her thighs. When the last of the girl's toes had melted into her ass, Sakura felt the girl's body rise off the ground, now a three foot long cylindrical tube.
In breathless awe, she saw the cheeks of the nameless woman's ass seem to flatten, losing much of their volume and curve. The edges pulled backwards, towards her, and the two hemispheres merged around the girl's anus and vagina, which inched together until they merged into one five-inched slit. Soon the ass had changed shape entirely, becoming a smooth dome with a ridged edge, flushed pink in color.
Sakura panted, staring in awe at the gigantic penis that, until a moment ago, had been a young woman. It bobbed up and down with her breathing, its head glistening, whether with sweat or something entirely different, Sakura didn't dare guess.
"What the hell?" she whispered to herself, unsteadily balancing on her feet. Tentatively, she moved one of the hands that had been keeping her upright. She couldn't believe this... it couldn't have just happened, and she couldn't have a giant cock. The thing bobbing in front of her couldn't really be attached... but she could feel it. It wanted release. It wanted to be touched. It wanted to cum.
Her heart was pounding. Sakura quickly looked around. No one else was in the rest room, and by some miracle no one had walked in during the change. She couldn't count on that luck to last any longer than it already had, and she couldn't do anything to block the door. She bit her lip, dreading what would happen if someone saw her this way. There had to be a way to change this, to reverse it... maybe it would stop on its own? Maybe in a few hours a very confused Asian woman would fall off her crotch and be just as shocked as she was now?
Sakura's breathing was quick and frantic. She saw the girl's clothing, scattered empty where it had fallen off her changing form. She couldn't see the outline of a wallet or anything in her pants, but after a second her eyes caught a glimpse of a small pink purse on the other side of the room, near the only door. Tentatively, Sakura took a step towards it and, to her horror, her new cock wobbled obscenely with each step. The weight of the giant organ threw her off, and she nearly fell face-first on it with her first step. Staggering for an instant, she waddled over to the purse, carefully, trying in vain to minimize the cock's movements.
The purse was small and the exact same pink as the woman's torn and discarded top. It had to be hers, and maybe it had some clue as to what just happened, a number to call or friends of the girl who could help Sakura out. She kneeled gingerly, afraid to touch the massive cock before her, and spreading her legs wide so she wouldn't squeeze the hanging balls between her thighs. Carefully, she picked up the purse at an arm's length.
Suddenly, sound from the door caught her attention. Someone was coming! Sakura let out a high, nervous whine as she scrambled to think about what she could do. She couldn't stay here.
With a quick surge, she grabbed her skirt and yanked it up as far as it would go, only to realize the thing could never stretch past her new cock. Tears forming in her eyes, Sakura grabbed the cock, shocked to feel her own feminine hands on its massive shaft, and pulled it as close to her as she could, it's half-foot glands perilously close to her face, her mind filled with the scent of its sex.
Hugging the giant cock next to her body, its tip resting just above her chest, she took a deep breath. And rushed towards the door, shouldering it open and disrupting the pair of club-goers who were approaching it. Her eyes with tearing with shame and fear, but she pressed onward. She could feel people stare at her, but she prayed the shifting lights, loud music, and heavy crowd would distract them from her condition.
Eyes half closed she pushed her way through the crowd, dozens of people brushing past her. She was vaguely aware of her own arousal, still unsated, growing with each sensation on her massive member, but her terror carried through. It took her only an instant to find the exit, and she charged up it and out the door, knocking past a handful of additional people. She could hear them muttering disbelieving exclamations as fled into the night.
Mercifully, the streets were virtually empty. Sakura never stopped scanning them, looking anxiously over her shoulder and around every corner, but as soon as she cleared the club she was alone. She couldn't run, unbalanced as she felt, and her testicles slapped against her unnervingly when she tried to jog, so Sakura rushed as fast she could, keeping her cock close and cringing with each alien sensation it sent her. She didn't stop until she reached her apartment and darted up its stairway, finally coming to a panting, exhausted halt in front of her door. She had to let go of her cock to take the key from its hiding spot on top of the door's rim, and the shift in weight sent her tumbling into the wall.
Stumbling, she opened the door and slammed it close behind her, locking it tight before rushing to her bed. She collapsed on it, her body falling on the cock and filling her with strange pleasure, muted only by her pounding terror. She was safe, but now Sakura shuddered with dread and exhaustion. She couldn't put it off any longer. She looked at the cock growing from her crotch, feeling her sweat on it, her small hand holding its engorged shaft...
The engorged cock loomed before her. In the silence of her home, the reality of it sunk in. She could feel it, feel the pressure of it on her crotch, feel her cotton cushions on her balls, feel the faint current of the air conditioning along its shaft, and a yearning dampness atop its is flush head.
"No... this can't be happening..." she muttered. "This can't be real..." she grabbed the thing in front of her with both hands, her fingers not quite long enough to wrap around its girth. "No, no, no, no..." she muttered, trying to tug the thing off like the ridiculous prop it had to be.
She ran her hands up and down desperately, feeling her hands on the impossible thing...
"Aahhh..." she muttered, shocked by the sensations that bubbled tantalizingly from it. Tentatively, she rubbed it again, and again the rush of foreign pleasure stole her breath away. The intoxicating warmth that threatened to engulf her back in the club returned, and with each passing stroke of Sakura's delicate hands, her dread transformed into fascination.
The massive member bobbed in front of her, Sakura running both her hands over its expansive shaft. She tried to remember how her old boyfriend wanked, old, ugly memories of his bukakke fetish oddly appealing, but there was no way she could mimic the motions on this. Still, she leaned forward, the warmth of her cock permeating her body, its musky scent flooding her mind with strange, foreign, delightful thoughts. Faster and faster she stroked her cock, each touch rewarded by another ember of pleasure.
As her motions picked up, she became aware of how hot she felt, and how confining her clothing seemed. With a significant effort of willpower she pried her hands off the girl-turned-cock long enough to pull her top off over her head, discarding it without care to the side of the bed. Naked, she leaned close against the cock, shivering as she felt her hard nipples brush against it. Her heart pounding, she placed a hand cautiously on the smooth, round head of the penis and instantly moaned at the sensations that radiated through her. The feelings were strange, alien, not quite like anything she'd known as a woman... but she loved it.
She carefully placed her other hand around the cock's head, her fingers delicately tracing the ridge of her frenulum as she brought her new addition in towards her, reverently, as though to embrace a lover. The cock reached just above her petite breasts, but leaning forward she could bring her mouth to its tip, feel her breath whisper profane promises onto its tip.
Delicately, with awe and reverence, she let her tongue slip past her slightly parted lips. The cock's head was far too big to fit in her mouth, so she began to kiss it, shuddering as the feeling of her own lips on her new cock threatened to overwhelm her. She breathed deeply and eagerly, licking her cock in every angle she was able to, reveling in each stroke. She kissed it in between breaths, stroking it passionately as though it were a boy she'd admired for years.
Idly, she wondered about the woman who ate her out in the bathroom... what must she be feeling? The realization that the erect penis she embraced was once a woman like her sent her wild. Enflamed like never before, she redoubled her efforts, licking her hands and running them through the slight fluid that burbled from the tip of her cock to lubricate their efforts along her shaft, stroking and rubbing with zalous fervor while she continud to kiss and lick at her almost painfully sensitive head.
Her efforts were soon rewarded as the mounting desire began to coalesce into something greater and infinely more urgent, more real, towards the base of her shaft. She felt it grow, and labored intensely to bring it to fruition, bubbling inside her. The sensation burned white hot, and with one fateful stroke she sent it on its way, bubbling and building on its own fated course, oblivious to her own actions. She felt it rise, the sensation filling her, flooding her more than anything she'd ever known before, as though all the pleasure of her womanhood had been amplified, as if to make a full woman from the revelry.
Sakura arched her back and let out a girlish howl as she came, her massive cock pumping out stream after stream of sticky white goo. The energy that had filled her surged out with it, and in the instant Sakura found herself laying on her back, her hips convulsing of their own accord, their movement jiggling her cock forward and back, its tip still squirting over and behind her.
The achievement felt magnificent, a hundred times greater than her first nervous orgasm as a woman, and although the intensity of the experience was far greater than any before it, it passed in a matter of seconds. Not that Sakura could notice, spent as she was, sticky with sweat and seed.
She sighed in the afterglow, her eyes fluttering with exhaustion. Without conscious thought, she reached over for her largest pillow, one she kept on her bed to hold and cuddle in lieu of absent lovers, but finding it out of reach she instead wrapped her arm against her own new addition. Already half asleep, she wrapped her arms around it and pulled it towards her, hugging it as she drifted off into a restful slumber, her nose gently nuzzling the warm, slick glans. Just before the calm of sleep overtook her, she thought she heard something faint, maybe a moan, maybe a giggle, in a petite woman's voice...