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together, and I knew that I was close to the edge. I slowed down a little, luxuriating in the pleasure this body brought me. I’d long since grown past embarrassment, which freed me to enjoy the sensations.
    I did so, rubbing and kneading steadily while the pleasure spiked inside. Some orgasms were explosive, but the ones I brought myself were like being taken off my feet by an ocean wave; they were powerful but gentle, and left me helpless. I moaned when the peak hit, whimpering while I coasted down the other side. I was powerless in its grip, writhing slowly on the bed while my hips surged upward, bringing me up to my phantom lover again and again.
    The climax passed, leaving me gasping. I reveled in the relaxation and lack of desire, even though I knew that it was just going to return even stronger until Jessie was involved.
    I was glad to hear that Jessie had come up with a possible solution, but I enjoyed the pleasure that the female form brought me. There were downsides, like the constant horniness and the backaches, the initial awkwardness of movement that Jessie and I had both beaten, and of course the lack of any official existence. There were options for those caught by permanent transformations, but didn’t want to go public with our affliction. That was part of the reason that we ran an independent potioneer’s shop instead of working for someone else.
    My body finally calmed down enough for me to feel the urges start to ramp up again. I moaned quietly, waiting for Jessie to wake up so that I could screw him into a coma.
    It had been a difficult adjustment on both sides. However, needs must and we both understand that it was more of an arrangement of necessity than anything else. Our relationship had gradually grown comfortable with the constant sex. We had both tried other men from time to time, but it was just like masturbation; it felt nice, but for lasting freedom from the urges we could only turn to each other. Even then, we had to come back at least once a day or the urges would start to build to the critical point.
    I stood and walked down the hallway, grabbing up the robe as I went. I wrapped it around my spectacular body, tying the sash carelessly. I didn’t expect to wear it for very long since I was incredibly horny, though I wasn’t to the point of dripping yet. I slipped into Jessie’s room and found him sitting on the bed, grinning at me. I grinned back and said, “Guess someone’s anticipating a special present.”
    “Shyeah. And I guess someone had a visit from the tit fairy.”
    I laughed and pulled at the top of my robe, spreading it open to reveal my gigantic bosom. They quivered and jiggled with each breath and step, and I said, “You have NO idea how ready they are for you, either.” Ours wasn’t a relationship of pet names or coy talk. We were friends helping each other through difficult times and now that we had a glimmer of hope, it had turned fun again.
    I crawled into bed with him, the silk robe and my own hair spreading behind me to create a curtain that floated over us. I smiled at him, the two of us face to face and blocked out of the rest of the world by the rippling waves of hair and silk. I was on my hands and knees, my gigantic breasts barely brushing against his chest. I was so hot and ready that I was starting to drip, and I felt his cock tease my lower lips. Jessie grinned at me and didn’t move, and I snickered. Jessie was obviously glad to have his cock back, and in my current state, I was glad to see it as well.
    He said, “I have something I want to try, but I know you need something else first.” He lifted his hips, just enough for the head of his shaft to slide over the opening, and I moaned. The first time after a change was never the best, but we both knew what I needed. I slowly lowered my hips, rolling my eyes upward and groaning as he slid into me. It had been a month since the last time I’d felt this, and the first time was always the most intense. I