The Ultimate Smut Collection 5 Read Online Free
Author: Delilah Fawkes, Jasmine Dayne, Maxwell Avoi, Carl East
started to turn female while I turned male. By that night, we were clear about what was happening and while I was glad to be back in my male form, I could see the scared-rabbit panic in Jessie’s eyes.
Each time the change happened and we shifted between our forms there was a tiny kernel of panic in the back of my mind. What if this was the last time? Magic wears out sometimes, after all. There were worse things but I’d always felt trapped by the urges.
That was the second part of the curse, of course. Whoever had the female form was wracked by lust for the other. It took at least one session a day to keep her satisfied, and when I was female I seemed to prefer two if I could get it. I don’t know how Jessie had held out while I was away. We’d experimented a bit over the years and we’d found that thanks to the curse other men simply weren’t satisfying to that urge. Part of my panic was related to that need that built up each day.
I tried not to think about it while my body changed. By the time the sun was going down my breasts had started to swell for real, and I had achieved a C-cup or so. I could feel the compression when my waist pulled in, striving for its usual slim size. My hips kept getting broader a tiny bit at a time until I had to abandon my pants and go with the same silk robe that Jessie had worn the evening before. I could feel the space between my legs getting deeper as well. It wasn’t a sexual feeling, though I was aware of what was going on. My guts rumbled while organs shifted and grew inside.
I went to bed early after having a light dinner. I lay there with my arms wrapped around myself, feeling my breasts swell. Early on, we’d experimented with binding the breasts so that she could pass as a man. It was wasted effort thanks to the urges and the exaggerated feminine form that she sported. Now I just lay there and let the changes happen, eventually drifting off to sleep.
The dreams while female were always the same. They took place in bed, with the dreamer in the female form and whoever the man was in his own form. They were dreams of slow exploration, of hot touches and wet tongues, gasping, caressing and whipping each other into a frenzy of desire.
Suddenly a shock ran all the way through me, just as blazing hot as the last one had been soothing and cool. Gigantic, heavy breasts rolled and bounced on my chest as I gasped, and my long hair filled the bed with its silk. I ran my hand down to my newest lips and confirmed things; I was locked in with a fully-formed pussy and a hard little nub down there. I was hairless down there, too, not just shaved but actually bald. My hips and butt were very much in evidence while I sat there, and I could feel the sheets sliding over my smooth legs. The shock of heat ran through me and settled down just below my belly, where it gradually faded until it was just comfortable warmth. I knew that warmth would grow until it was an unstoppable need but for right now it seemed content to wait.
I slipped back into sleep and my dreams were full of promise. I was whipped into a frenzy by a man I couldn’t see. His hands and mouth were everywhere. He plunged through my hair, squeezed and rolled my nipples, roughly pulled my groin to his, and traced the faintest of touches over the sensitive skin that stretched over my hipbone. I felt his shaft like hot marble against my leg, my belly, my breasts, my lips. Within seconds I was aching for him to plunder me, to make me his and I cried out for his heat and his strength. Somehow, he was always just out of my reach, even with his heavy body crushed against mine. Repeatedly he pushed me to the pinnacle of desire, only to let me cool and start over. Each time the heat settled into my belly and glowed brighter.
The dreams were always like that.
When I woke up again it was still very early. I moaned quietly while I ran my hands from my shoulders to the massive bulge of my breasts and down, over my ribs and flat belly and
Each time the change happened and we shifted between our forms there was a tiny kernel of panic in the back of my mind. What if this was the last time? Magic wears out sometimes, after all. There were worse things but I’d always felt trapped by the urges.
That was the second part of the curse, of course. Whoever had the female form was wracked by lust for the other. It took at least one session a day to keep her satisfied, and when I was female I seemed to prefer two if I could get it. I don’t know how Jessie had held out while I was away. We’d experimented a bit over the years and we’d found that thanks to the curse other men simply weren’t satisfying to that urge. Part of my panic was related to that need that built up each day.
I tried not to think about it while my body changed. By the time the sun was going down my breasts had started to swell for real, and I had achieved a C-cup or so. I could feel the compression when my waist pulled in, striving for its usual slim size. My hips kept getting broader a tiny bit at a time until I had to abandon my pants and go with the same silk robe that Jessie had worn the evening before. I could feel the space between my legs getting deeper as well. It wasn’t a sexual feeling, though I was aware of what was going on. My guts rumbled while organs shifted and grew inside.
I went to bed early after having a light dinner. I lay there with my arms wrapped around myself, feeling my breasts swell. Early on, we’d experimented with binding the breasts so that she could pass as a man. It was wasted effort thanks to the urges and the exaggerated feminine form that she sported. Now I just lay there and let the changes happen, eventually drifting off to sleep.
The dreams while female were always the same. They took place in bed, with the dreamer in the female form and whoever the man was in his own form. They were dreams of slow exploration, of hot touches and wet tongues, gasping, caressing and whipping each other into a frenzy of desire.
Suddenly a shock ran all the way through me, just as blazing hot as the last one had been soothing and cool. Gigantic, heavy breasts rolled and bounced on my chest as I gasped, and my long hair filled the bed with its silk. I ran my hand down to my newest lips and confirmed things; I was locked in with a fully-formed pussy and a hard little nub down there. I was hairless down there, too, not just shaved but actually bald. My hips and butt were very much in evidence while I sat there, and I could feel the sheets sliding over my smooth legs. The shock of heat ran through me and settled down just below my belly, where it gradually faded until it was just comfortable warmth. I knew that warmth would grow until it was an unstoppable need but for right now it seemed content to wait.
I slipped back into sleep and my dreams were full of promise. I was whipped into a frenzy by a man I couldn’t see. His hands and mouth were everywhere. He plunged through my hair, squeezed and rolled my nipples, roughly pulled my groin to his, and traced the faintest of touches over the sensitive skin that stretched over my hipbone. I felt his shaft like hot marble against my leg, my belly, my breasts, my lips. Within seconds I was aching for him to plunder me, to make me his and I cried out for his heat and his strength. Somehow, he was always just out of my reach, even with his heavy body crushed against mine. Repeatedly he pushed me to the pinnacle of desire, only to let me cool and start over. Each time the heat settled into my belly and glowed brighter.
The dreams were always like that.
When I woke up again it was still very early. I moaned quietly while I ran my hands from my shoulders to the massive bulge of my breasts and down, over my ribs and flat belly and
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