“I can-” Adam didn't even get to finish, Lyn slashing an extended thumb over her throat, that motion making it clear he needed to shut up.
“Dude, it's just a pizza. I can get it.” Lyn said sternly while standing, gesturing for him to sit back down and resume exploring the breathtaking wilds.
“But it's raining!” Adam protested and she just snorted in response, the windows in her loft letting in the gray, distant light with the gentle patter of rain being drown out by their voices.
“Despite what you think, I'm not made of sugar. I ain't gonna melt.” She said while walking to her bedroom, leaving Adam in the small living room with only a Switch and his phone for company. They'd been friends for years and Adam was always quick to lend a hand whenever possible. Often, Lyn accepted but randomly she'd assert independence and, while that attitude puzzled him, Adam had to let his friend do what she needed to do. So he returned to the game only to find that it was raining there too.
While Lyn enjoyed hanging out with Adam, she found his constant helpful nature overbearing. She knew he was genuine about damn near everything but Adam's willingness to be of use still struck her as odd. The best she could explain was that Adam felt like he was from an earlier time, when gentlemen still existed without irony. Still, the scrawny guy was her only male friend who didn't hit on her and just about as reliable as the seasons. Lyn was sure she could put her life in his hands and be fine in the end. Plus he helped clarify some questions she had about guys, with most of Adam's answers boiling down to 'We're dumb and horny.'
Lyn, under the ever smiling, ever young beauty of Audrey Hepburn adorning her wall by the full body mirror, changed into jeans and grabbed a jacket. Her thoughts turned back to Adam and then that ever present question of why he didn't make any sort of move towards her reemerged. While Adam admitted he was dumb and horny, he never showed that side of him around her. He gave honest feedback when she tried on new outfits, though only after Lyn promised to not strangle him. She didn't care if he was gay or bi or other, anything was possible given he'd never talked about having any significant other, and all that only made Lyn very curious. All he'd ever mentioned was that he wasn't good with girls, probably due to his unflinching honesty. But any further thoughts were derailed upon spying her newest find, one she was eager to try on and model for Adam.
“Hey, assuming I'm not all fat and sassy after eating, I've got something new to show off when I get back!” Lyn called out into the living room, picking up the astonishing score still in a clear plastic bag from the dresser and carrying it out with her.
Adam, controller in hand, looked away from the TV to see Lyn holding a rich purple corset wrapped in plastic. He'd never seen anyone wearing anything like that in person before and the idea of seeing Lyn, who was damn attractive, in such a thing was more enticing that exploring Hyrule as a crossdressing knight.
“Did you order that online?” He asked as Lyn tossed it on the couch beside him before heading to the door.
“Nah, found it at a pawn shop!” Lyn said and Adam examined the wrapped corset more closely, finding it looked very new for being bought at the dusty places she'd taken him to before. She'd furnished her whole place with second hand goods, leading to Lyn's apartment feeling aged and homey. The bare brick walls, exposed ceiling rafters, and outdated everything aside from the TV all added up to Adam feeling like he was on the set of a sitcom. “Be back in a few! With pizza!” With a wave she was gone, pounding down the stairs and leaving Adam alone. With the game and the corset.
Setting the controller aside, Adam sat mutely before turning to face the piece of female clothing Lyn had tossed his way. The corset had silver latches on the front, shining against the alluring floral print, black stitching along the top, the bust. Where the breasts would be held, pushed up and shown off, just one inviting aspects of the female form. That black stitching ran along the bottom as well, to a point that, to Adam's increasingly fuzzy and muddled mind, was basically pointing downward, to the goods of whoever was wearing it.
A shiver raced down his spine as he wondered what it felt like to wear it, to have that arrow pointing at his ever eager dick as the gentle sounds of rain continued. Adam knew a corset was tight but how did the fabric feel? That royally rich purple had to be just as pleasing to the touch as it was to see, right? Such a sexy, elegant thing even without anyone in it, Adam biting his lower lip as he admired the imprisoned piece of clothing. And he noticed a hole in the plastic near the trim waist, a shaky exhale not being noticed by him.
No, all Adam cared about was reaching towards that slight rip, finger brushing the plastic and then he was in contact with that smooth richness the purple promised and-
[[And->A1]]
[[What->A3]] And Adam was sitting on the edge of something soft, no longer at Lyn's place but somewhere else equally as familiar. Looking around revealed shadows and low, barely pulsing lights of some unknown color. Adam felt no panic, that assurance of security still about him even in the darkness, along with the fleeting feeling of being watched. Trying to figure out where he was, aside from safe, proved to be impossible as all was shadows, no walls or ceilings but just waves of curtain like those on a stage.
An inhale was constricted and upon idly touching his chest, Adam glanced down to find he was wearing the corset. It was tight, yes, but in a good way, comforting and unwilling to let go. And it fit! Despite him being so skinny it was hugging him perfectly, his narrow chest just barely covered and that point was indeed drawing attention downward to where he was growing quite excited.
Primal happiness of a sort Adam hadn't felt since being a child welled up from within and he wrapped skinny arms about himself, feeling the smoothness of the corset both inside and out. Curiosity had been raised and then sated, the answer for once not disappointing or mundane. This was proof to Adam that wonder wasn't dead just because he was an adult but just harder to find and-
A sigh from out there in the shifting shadows that those distant, dim lights didn't banish got his attention and then he felt a presence draw closer. No panic nor fear, just the knowledge something was coming but what did he care? Adam felt safe and absurdly happy wrapped up in the corset, no harm was coming to him.
From the darkness slunk a woman on all fours, padding closer to him with a feline grace that should have been funny, seeing a fully grown woman moving in that manner. Or terrifying, a naked woman with wild hair spilling down her shoulders not covering the huge, hanging breasts that Adam couldn't look away from.
He watched as the woman drew closer, unable to move for this was a dream and the dream's logic demanded he stay in place. So Adam beheld the woman emerge fully from the shadows, noting her eyes were completely covered by long, dark hair but there was no uncertainty to her motions. She was coming for him.
The crawling woman paused right before Adam before she sat back on her haunches, revealing herself to be tall and very well built. Adam tried to admire her, for there was plenty to admire, but those hidden eyes captured his attention and there was no glint of intellect behind the tangle of black hair but instead a lurking hunger.
A sigh came from those deep red, almost black, lips and then she ran her hands down his figure, the one still wrapped up in the corset and that felt better than it had any right to. Her touch was light but insistent, pairing perfectly with the muted sensation to feel thanks to what he was wearing. Then that wild haired head followed the pointing arrow that was directing towards Adam's good, her breath on his erection making it clear what she intended to do.
Rooted in place and so eager for this dream to take such a turn, Adam cried aloud when this so very kind stranger kissed the tip, her tongue running around him and then she opened wider and he tensed up, whimpering as he was getting his first real blow job.
Hand buried in whatever he was sitting on, Adam gasped and jerked as the woman who'd emerged from the shadows started blowing him in earnest, her tongue talented and lips that pressed against his shaved smooth pubic skin soft. She gave a moan, deep and rumbling, so much so he felt it yet there was still no glint from within that tangle of hair, no sense that she was looking at him.
Tensing up as she took all of him again, Adam gave a 'Nyah!' as she ran her hands up the curvy sides of the corset, up to the flat of his chest and caressed there, as if he had something to feel. The slightly itchy feeling of being watched stronger now but Adam couldn't care, he was close, so close!
Another moan from her and it struck Adam that it was the sound of someone on the verge of waking up but dwelling on that thought was impossible as pleasure racked his body. Gasping and moaning, Adam closed his eyes and just let this moment of impossible pleasure echo out over him. And that lovely sensation was still rolling over him as he heard the crawling woman speak in a sleepy murmur:
“Return to me.”
[[Then->Interlude1]] -Adam was waking up from the unintended nap, feeling sluggish and fucking fine. He gave a weak groan while sitting up, the crinkle of plastic mixing with the light piano melody still coming from the game to make some very odd music. Now upright and almost awake, Adam found that he'd been laying down on the couch and using Lyn's corset as a pillow. It looked undamaged by the glow being cast from the TV but what did he know of corsets?
“I've only worn it once.” He muttered, unaware, while standing in the now darkened room, the windows letting in an increasingly gray light as rain fell on and on. Stretching, Adam headed to the bathroom, navigating the shadow laden room with a grace usually reserved for felines on the prowl or women emerging from the shadows on all fours.
Once at his destination, Adam unbuttoned his shorts and a sigh of relief escaped him before he did his business. He still was drifting along on sleepy feel-good vibes, the lingering threads of that dream imparting such satisfaction and bliss. Sure, he'd had wet, happy dreams before but none had hung on after waking for so long or with such vague promise. And Adam could recall the smell of perfume from that very stacked woman, a detail, feature?, he didn't remember from any other dream.
Shaking off sleep induced rust, Adam grunted while trying to button his shorts, instead finding they were too tight when they had fit fine that morning. Instead he just zipped them up and let his shirt hide away the fact he couldn't manage the simple, hundreds of years old mechanism and washed his hands. In the brightest room in the apartment, Adam glanced up at the mirror and was shocked to find the wide eyes, blushing cheeks and parted lips of someone else greeting him.
He jerked back, hands trailing water and bubbling soap, bumping into the far wall, seeing surprise on an unfamiliar face staring back. So many things were screaming for his attention but all Adam could do was behold.
His reflection was wrong. Adam as he knew himself wasn't in the mirror. But no, it wasn't some stranger, certainly not The Stranger, but-
Adam didn't want to investigate, think or look at this impossibility right now. No, he just wanted Lyn to get back with that pizza so she could confirm the world was the same as when she'd left. That he was seeing things and dreams were insubstantial things to be forgotten moments after waking, delicate webs woven by the brain for unknown reasons that the conscious mind walked through and destroyed, leaving only loose, tickling threads that proved almost impossible to pluck free and discard.
Flicking the light off and ignoring the dark shape that wasn't him mimicking his movements, Adam returned to the living room with it's steel gray light seeping through the windows and gentle backdrop of rain. This, he could handle and navigated the slightly cramped space with ease before retaking his seat on the couch and picking up the controller.
And Adam found the game's main character waiting in the pause menu, in a tight, almost corset-like top and equally snug pants that failed to show off any masculinity, instead displaying the opposite. Lyn had bought the game but ended up using it to play dress up with the leading man who looked anything but, her pointing out the blonde actually had a very girly figure and requested Adam show off any new piece of clothing he found. All he wanted to do was play the game, forget about the mirror being wrong and forget the dream too-
“No.” He whispered in the silence, still holding the controller but not operating it, eyes zoned out. He'd had a good dream, there was no reason to forget it. But what was one suppose to do when the dream carried over into the waking world and logic didn't beat it back? Because, sitting there and looking at the skinny but broad across the hips hero, Adam found he didn't know. His shorts didn't fit right and him falling back against the wall had felt different, odd, weird and not right and things had moved that hadn't before and that was fucked up, right?
“Lyn?” Another whisper that wasn't answered, a plea for sanity to return lost in the rain as so many others had. Adam wanted to be back in the dream, yeah, that'd fix this. He'd felt so damn good there with The Stranger and wearing the corset, not caring that people had been watching him get some action.
No help was coming. Adam was on his own. Taking a deep breath, he checked the hero of hips and good looks before rising and once more heading through the gloom to the mirror. Adam wanted to tell himself he'd been sleepy, seeing things but knew that wasn't the truth. Even walking he was waking up, unable to lie to himself anymore.
Arriving at the door surrounded by bricks, Adam caught his shorts before they fully fell down and stepped inside. A flick of the light switch and, after blinking away the glowing afterimages of the bulbs, Adam once more confronted the impersonator who wasn't.
As Adam blinked so too did the reflection, the pretty person the mirror showed, the Adam made smoother, more delicate. The loose, baggy shorts fell to the floor and he mutely noted the shape of his legs had changed too. More like the hero from the game with the sparse piano music and so many clothing choices to make him look like a girl. With shaking hands, Adam pulled his shirt off and felt the changes to his chest before seeing them.
The hero didn't have these but Adam did now. Then, trembling but painfully lucid, Adam and the very girly shaped reflection closed the door together, needing some alone time to get to know each other.
As the bathroom clicked shut, the front door opened to admit Lyn, jacket damp and pizza box steaming slightly. Setting that down on the table between the TV and couch, she found Adam missing but the bathroom occupied, a seconds long mystery solved on the spot. For an instant she wondered if he'd taken her corset in there with him but no, it was on the couch right where she'd left it, undisturbed.
Snagging her newest obsession off the couch, Lyn retreated to her bedroom while shaking her head. Adam wouldn't do something like that! What was she thinking?! But Lyn knew the answer and it wasn't flattering: Some shameless, beastly part of her expected it to be gone, stolen away. The deal had been too good and she'd squandered it by not trying the beautiful corset on yet.
“Don't worry.” She said while peeling out of her wet jacket, eyeing the plastic wrapped lingerie on the bed. Off came her shirt and bra, Lyn unable to keep from running two extended fingers down the front of the piece of clothing she fell in love, the plastic crinkling but she still shivered, beyond excited to finally see how it fit. Topless, Lyn approached the mirror in the corner that showed her just how she wore all of the clothes currently hanging up in the closet. While useful, she still relied on Adam to fill her in on how guys viewed Lyn's outfits.
And this one was going to be a winner because it was pure, old school class. From a bag hanging off the standing mirror's frame, she pulled down an impulse purchase that was finally going to pay off: A pair of velvet evening gloves were rescued from the bag and laid on the bed. A drawer on her make up desk was opened and out came a fake pearl necklace with a shining, equally false arrangement of diamonds, the whole glittering constellation enthralling yet not quite wholly convincing but there was no possible way for Lyn to afford the real deal.
How cruel of an irony that in order to appear so high class, so Old Hollywood, that Lyn had to fake the jewels and gems? All Lyn wanted was the slightest taste of those bye gone nights where Audrey Hepburn had been alive and young and Hollywood wasn't yet a lumbering, wheezing beast pitifully consuming itself. Or at least they had hid it better back then. Hell, the fashion was the best it'd ever been if it had been just as shameless and out of ideas so early on!
Sighing, Lyn pulled her hair up and with a clip shiny with false diamonds, gave herself a high, loose bun and just a little more glamour. Touching up her eye shadow, pure velvet black, Lyn pulled the pearls on and approved of how they looked, especially when she was topless. Then a idea struck and Lyn was rooting around in drawers once more, checking the bed to ensure the corset was still waiting for her.
“Wanna look my best for ya.” Lyn muttered while touching the (fake) pearls about her neck, still feeling as if she hadn't earned any of this. But that feeling of being small and out of place passed, thankfully, when she found a pencil skirt and black stockings. The whole 'sexy secretary' look had been one of her first but it invited too much attention at her accounting job so she'd dropped it fast. But it was the perfect pairing for her new intimate top, black and clingy, understated but allowing anyone to see how she was shaped if they so wanted.
Slipping out of damp jeans, Lyn kept her sheer lacy panties on as they were going to get damp no matter what, she pulled the stockings on before stepping into the skirt and zipping it up in the back. And her reflection definitely showed a secretary who was overpaid and fucking the boss, the pearls and diamonds being a dead give away.
Finally, using a nail file as a knife, like secretaries did?, she cut the bag open holding the corset. Almost panting now that she was so close, Lyn picked up the gloves and slipped them on, her pale arms almost burning against the purity of darkness velvet provided. Unable and unwilling to stop herself, Lyn ran her now divine touch over her breasts and shivered, more turned on by that single gesture than her last two boyfriends had been able to do for her.
This was killing her, the waiting to be embraced by the corset but it was such a lovely time of dying. Lyn spied something shining on her desk and then she was putting on silver bracelets with tiny charms danging off them, even if the catches were almost impossible with gloves on. And then the ankle adornments too, why not?
Now Lyn was ready, thighs clad in stockings rubbing together, Lyn pulled the corset free. The deep purple paired perfectly with the black gloves and she undid the three clasps holding the piece of lingerie shut, the top one already being open. Laces ran up the back and Lyn made a note to ask Adam to tighten it after showing off. His face was going to be priceless and, standing before the mirror, she brought the corset about her back-
[[And->E1-1]]
(if: $LT > 0)[[[Huh->E1-2]]] And Lyn was standing before and above a faceless crowd, so many shadowed heads looking up at her, expectant. Yet she didn't know what they wanted, all those strangers waiting while Lyn stood there, unable to deliver. A quick glance around showed that she was standing on the end of a runway, where models paused to pose before strutting their stuff back down the way. But there were no spot lights on her, no music, none of the excitement or glamour this familiar place should have.
Instead there was only the press of bodies against the shores of the raised walkway, each vague person watching, waiting but that attention was waning. Lyn was on stage, still in the corset, faux velvet gloves and tight skirt, none of that warding off the hateful touch of isolation that had her by the throat.
None of these people cared about Lyn and even this familiar place, all slinky dark curtains that were constantly in motion at the furthest edges of her vision, offered no solace. This indifference was stifling, giving way to boredom and she didn't know how to make it stop, how to give all of those down there what they wanted.
“Now now, don't worry.” A female voice said from behind Lyn, cracking slightly, as if the speaker had just awoken. “You'll get their attention and what you want after changing.” There was a sultry edge to the mystery woman's voice and Lyn found she wanted to hear more.
“Okay.” Lyn said, wanting that indifferent ocean to acknowledge that she was all dolled up and looking her best. After all the care and effort given to looking good, Lyn wanted validation dammit! She worked hard to be more than just another farm girl who moved to the big city but rather a long cool woman in a black dress who was still looking for her Mr. Right. Too bad she wasn't any closer to finding him.
“But I'm already dressed?” She said in a small, hurt voice. This was her best outfit, with what would have been thousands of dollars in jewelry pairing with the corset and gloves so well! What more did she need for all those faceless out there to at least acknowledge she was standing where people posed for attention!
“You are gorgeous but here, that isn't enough.” That sleepy, sexy voice said and Lyn nodded as if she understood. “Here, you can finally see your deepest desires fulfilled. No more being left wanting after your current boyfriend's blown his load and gone to sleep. Just...” And the stranger was right behind Lyn, her breath hot and words promising. “What you truly want.” The woman with the sultry voice offered and Lyn said 'yes'. How could she not? Moving and classing up her wardrobe had increased the number of guys hitting on her but none of them so far were skilled enough to get Lyn all the way there.
Lyn inhaled and smelled the stranger's perfume; sunset and roses, wrapped up in that heady mix she only sighed when the mystery woman hugged her from behind. She had to be tall as Lyn felt what had to be very generous breasts pressing on her back and strong arms closed about her. All the stresses of life were so far away in this embrace, Lyn forgetting all about her programming job or how, despite dating, Adam was still the guy she was closest to.
Then the tall stranger ran her hands up Lyn's body before cupping her breasts and giving those a squeeze as the audience began to stir. “I know what you want, how to make you happy.” That voice breathed in Lyn's ear while talented hands kneaded, awakening a tingling warmth that was familiar but Lyn was losing herself to the pleasure of being touched by another woman. “You want to be happy, right? Not left wanting anymore?” Lyn nodded, lost as the firm, clearly experienced touch of this woman slipped down the front of the skirt.
“Happiness is different for each person and so is satisfaction. And is there anything better than being satisfied after being denied for so long?” Lyn cried out, not at the words, her comprehension was burnt out and all she heard was the growing murmur of an excited crowd. No, it was those teasing fingers that made her vocalize, crying out to all those watching. Never before had a woman touched Lyn in such a personal place and finally someone who knew what they were doing! The Stranger clearly knew how how to please and Lyn was powerless in her grasp, surrendering all the responsibilities she carried to burn in this place, with such a skilled and polite lady. A finger teased between Lyn's lower lips before rubbing that oft ignored bit of hardness. She gasped as The Stranger coaxed her slight nub forth, lavishing it with finger and thumb until Lyn screamed, her vision of that dark, now eager ocean fading. Then, impossibly, Lyn was being stroked down there and that felt even better!
“I know.” The Stranger purred but Lyn was lost, not even aware that she was getting down and dirty before so many cheering people. For reasons she didn't understand so many memories and images from nights spent alone browsing pictures and videos of the kinds of boys she lusted after but couldn't seem to find in person. The very idea of slim, pretty guys who defied the tropes of masculinity held her enthralled just as The Stranger did while visiting new pleasures upon Lyn: A tight heat in her chest and that simple, wonderful stroking of her hardness. No questions as to how, only that it was good.
“That's right...” Sultry and sexy, the voice was encouraging and Lyn couldn't bite back her moans, each one getting a cheer from the crowd. “Let me know how good you feel.” Lyn felt a new heat growing within and it's potency was drowning out the dark sea roaring it's approval, how fast it was rising and how it wasn't her usual pleasure but it was just as good, better because it was growing faster and faster and Lyn's hips bucked forward as she screamed, torrents of awe and wonder tearing through her, different from what had come before but so fucking good!
“Make sure you and your friend return.”
[[And->Shared1]] -Lyn gasped, hands on her dresser while she panted, aware of a heavy heat in her panties. Velvet clad hands nearly slipped on the slick surface but after catching her breath, Lyn finally rose. A sound from the living room got her moving in that direction, still shaken from the electric flow that had coursed through her.
Lyn entered the gray lit room from the left and Adam the right, windows showing a soft, billowy dark sky. “Are those my...” Lyn couldn't finish, a heavy exhaustion slowing her thoughts and stealing the obvious answer. Adam posed, hips cocked out to the side and arms crossed under breasts as he stood there, a strange smile gracing his lips.
“Yes, these are your shorts but I needed something to wear.” Adam said, voice lilting in a way Lyn had never heard before. Rain tapped then flowed down the windows, their serpentine designs going unnoticed by either person.
“What?” Lyn said, knowing this was Adam but struggling to comprehend. She thought that Adam's face, in addition to suddenly being fucking pretty in a very womanly way, was sharper. And him standing there, no, posing, she saw Adam was now built like a chick. Might actually be a chick, she couldn't tell and he was so convincing in just how easy that stance was.
“I still need something to wear.” Adam said, seeing that Lyn was just as tall but leaner, with a more timid cast to her face that made him smirk. She was dressed up and looked damn nice, much like the poster in the bedroom but the bodice of the corset wasn't showing the tops of breasts as it should have. “And you have it.”
“The corset.” Adam said, a sneer crossing that pretty face. “Besides, I have tits and you don't. I deserve it.” Lyn just stared as Adam's face slowly shifted from haughty arrogance to some of that previous genuine, gentle nature. “I... Don't know why I said that.” A brief pause as Lyn inhaled, not to berate her friend but to confirm the corset wasn't fitting her as well as it should. “Sorry.”
“Did you go to that place while I was gone?” Lyn asked, not knowing where those words came from, and Adam very slowly nodded.
“I want to go back. And I need that.” Adam pointed to what Lyn was wearing. “To make it there.” And all she could do was nod in the face of that beauty, that command. So her gloved hands undid the latches from top to bottom as the rain came down and Adam watched, showing off so much leg just standing there. And when the tight shell of the corset fell away, Lyn saw that Adam had been right.
Lyn's chest was almost completely flat, boyishly so, with only slight mounds capped with color rising from those plains. Her breathing hitched and Adam was there, with concern marring that feminine face.
“I'm fine.” She said and, somehow, that was the truth. This shouldn't have been anywhere close to fine but there was a thrill, potent and alluring, to seeing herself this way. What Lyn could rely on to get attention from guys and girls alike with the right combination of shirt and bra was now gone. Yet there was no pang of loss or outrage. Only wonder and gnawing fact that her chest wasn't the only place where she had changed. “Let, let me put it on for you. So we both can go.” And Adam gave her a smile capable of melting hearts before he slowly pulled off the low cut shirt, revealing breasts that weren't quite as full or large as what Lyn had boasted but still plentiful and befitting of that slight frame.
So Adam turned around, showing off a pale, unblemished back and Lyn wrapped the corset about his body, his sigh one of utter contentment. Bringing the front together, she latched one, two, three-
[[And->Succ1]] They now stood upon a runway, at the very end where those who strutted their stuff showed off and so many faceless shadows spread out below, waiting and eager. Lyn, topless and nigh flat with classy evening gloves and pencil skirt, felt their adoration. Adam, now encased in the corset with curves to match and loose unbuttoned shorts, bathed in anticipation. As well as they knew each other, more was expected in this place where the walls appeared to be shifting curtains far off in the distance.
“There you are, my lovelies.” They turned as one to the center of the stage and saw a tall, voluminous woman threatening to spill out of a black corset with a short skirt barely keeping her decent, a slit in that showing off a leg clad in a stocking which stopped mid thigh. Long, wavy hair of midnight spilled down her bare shoulders, not quite covering her smoldering eyes or lips so deeply red they might as well have been black. The women teetered on the edge of perfection, a fantasy made real.
“Who are you?” Adam asked, recognizing her as being the same woman who had crawled from the shadows, only this time she was awake. The glint of intellect behind all that hair and the weight of her gaze was all the proof Adam needed. She had awoken and so had this place, Adam not knowing what any of this meant, only that it was.
Lyn, meanwhile, was stunned into silence by the dimensions of the woman before them, the same woman who had touched her chest and left it flat. And, as she was realizing, had touched her elsewhere.
“Call me Libidine.” Lee-bee-dean-eh is what Adam heard, mouthing the foreign word while Lyn just nodded. “Or Libby, if you want. Now, I have an idea of what you two want...” Libidine said while smiling, sweeping one of her arms to the side and behind her sat a luxurious bed, the crowd tittering as they approached Libby, who sat and crossed her legs.
“You just have to say it.” Libby finally finished, smiling at Adam and then glancing over at Lyn. “Well?”
“I, can I... Get another blow job? Please?” Adam asked so hesitantly that Lyn was reduced to giggles and Libby snorted, even the waiting audience gave chuckle.
“Sure, you could. Or, how about getting to fuck me? Wouldja like that cutie?” Libidine said, uncrossing her legs and standing so Adam could see her figure, how long Libby's legs were and he took a deep, shaky breath before nodding. “And you can take a turn too, if you want.” She said to Lyn, who flushed with color but Adam was too taken by the idea of getting laid, especially by someone who looked so impossibly good as Libidine.
“Come on, strip.” Libby said and Adam jerked awake, finding breasts enhanced by the corset he'd forgot Lyn had put on him upon looking down. They'd looked plenty big in the mirror and from above, they were even bigger but he just unzipped his shorts and let them fall. Sure, he was in a piece of lingerie and had boobs but also Libby offered to fuck him! That was enough to shut out all the questions, the uncertainty he wasn't ready to confront yet.
Lyn unzipped the back of her skirt, shaking, a part of her straining to be free that had never done so before. The skirt pooled about her stockinged feet and the front of her still wet panties was showing a slight something, Lyn swallowing hard before shoving those down. And finally she felt freedom, the open air on her most intimate of places that wanted to be touched so badly it almost hurt.
A roar went up from the crowd, yanking Lyn's attention out to them, then to Adam standing beside her. She was still in her long velvet gloves and stockings, decked out with cheap jewelry and nothing else. Adam had on only the corset, showing off his figure and breasts well, the erection he had almost out of place in this midst of those wider hips.
“Oh, Lyn...” He said so low it might as well have been a sigh and finally, just like with delaying putting on the corset, Lyn finally gave in and looked down past her flat, pointy chest. Lyn saw a very small and eager penis poking up from where before there had only been a tiny nub. No breasts, no vagina and now sporting a dick, it was clear she wasn't a she anymore, at least in body.
But all of them out there, those who had offered up that stifling indifference before were now all cheering and applauding. And it felt right and true, like how Lyn had grown from a girl into a woman so to had she grown into this person, here now with Adam, who took one of her hands in his own. Even with Libby waiting, they stood there and basked in the radiance of being on stage and adored by so many. Adam, so beautiful with a light blush across his cheeks, turned his head and smiled at Lyn.
“Um... Wanna get laid?” He asked and Lyn burst out laughing, squeezing his hand before pecking a kiss on one of his lovely cheeks.
“Sure.” Lyn said, turning to face Libidine, who had stripped off a lacy pair of black panties and was standing there, smirking.
“You ladies ready?” Libby said and Adam instantly protested.
“Hey, I'm not a girl!” He said and then jumped when Lyn poked the front of the corset, which was currently full of his breasts. “Yeah, I've got those but I'm still packing!” Adam gave his dick a little slap, sending it bouncing about and both Lyn and Libby watched it move about, making him feel... Powerful? Two chicks were checking out his wang, that proved he wasn't a lady!
“Okay then Stud, come get some.” Libidine said and Adam didn't know if she was taunting him or not. But she still climbed onto the bed on all fours and the skirt wasn't hiding her nudity. Lyn whimpered beside him and Adam obeyed Libby's words. To the edge of the bed and then he put a knee onto the silken sheets he'd gotten his first blow job on, climbing right up behind Libby. She was so tall and hips so wide that he, for a moment, forgot his purpose in being here. A little wiggle reminded Adam he could touch rather than just look and so he reached out, felt the curve of Libidine's hip and that's all it took.
“Come here lovely. Don't be shy.” Lyn heard Libby say and she kept watching Adam get a feel while circling to the other side of the bed, wanting to shout at him to hurry up or just get out of way. She had a dick now! And it begged for action! Instead she made it to where Libby gestured for her to climb aboard.
“While Studmuffin's taking his time, there's no reason why we can't have our own fun. Isn't that right, you beautiful boi?” Lyn blushed furiously at Libidine's words and she smiled, so achingly attractive that Lyn had no chance to resist the urges of her body. So, feeling the silk of the covers through her stockings, she sat on her haunches before Libby, seeing Adam was still taking his sweet ass, she'd seen it and could confirm as much, time in getting his dick wet.
“It's a cute little thing, isn't it?” Libby said and Lyn just nodded, needing her to stop talking and get with the action. Yet it was the smallest dick she'd ever seen and it was Lyn's, it was a part of her and she needed attention so badly there! Libby leaned in and kissed the head, her plush lips utterly divine and Lyn bit back a scream, velvet clad hands covering her mouth. “None of that. Let me hear you.” Glancing back over a shoulder, Libby puckered up and repeated her action, Lyn's hands sliding up her face and clamping down over her eyes. A wet heat ran about her dick and Lyn screamed to the dark, distant heavens, thrusting her hips forward on instinct.
Each exhale was a gasping cry as Libidine's lips closed about her, Lyn had gone all the way in and Libby was blowing her. She was everything Lyn wanted right then: Hot, wet, attentive to what she needed and then Libby's tongue was running about her shaft until Libby pulled back, tongue swirling about her head and that was too much, it was all too much. Fire was blooming in a new place below her dick, not wet like before. Then a shock of air, Libby kissing the head before murmuring, able to be heard above the roar of the crowd.
“Can't forget there, right?” Libidine said before leaning in again and her tongue was lapping where that heat was growing, lips teasing it and Lyn knew she had balls now. Pulled tight against her body but she'd gone balls deep into Libby's mouth and, as if reading her mind, Libidine took Lyn back into her mouth, all of her. And Lyn screamed, her hands falling down to grasp Libby's head while her own was thrown back and howled.
Adam heard Lyn going insane and, on his knees and feeling so constricted by the corset, finally rubbed his prick against the vertical opening, feeling Libby's heat and liquid lust. He was going in bare and, hands shaking even as they gripped hips seemingly made for this sort of thing, slowly slipped into the woman who had blown him and was now going down on Lyn.
Slowly he leaned closer to Libidine's ass, feeling her heat and then brushing up to where she was tightest, Libby giving another little wiggle that came close to pushing Adam over the edge. With Lyn's rapturous screaming and how good this felt, along with the view of Libby's figure, he was too close to blowing his load already. But, still struggling for enough air, he renewed his hold on her hips and, with a slight bit of pressure, Adam was now fucking Libidine.
A shocked “Unf!” came out of him as his lower half collided with Libby's accommodating ass and thighs, Adam gasping for air as he felt her living heat about him, holding him so very close and he whimpered, not hearing how girlish the sound was. He wanted to be free from the corset, to lose the restriction about him that was limiting his air flow, it had to be that and not him, surely he was stud enough to rise to this occasion!
Lyn shuddered as Libby let loose of her and looked up, those eyes of no color glinting in the light that had no source. “Go. Watch.” She said, breathing harder and Lyn could hear Adam's light moans that sounded like he was getting fucked instead of the other way around. “Go see as he becomes she.” Nodding, not understanding what exactly that meant, Lyn scooted on the silken sheets to get a better view of Adam fucking Libby. Without thinking, Lyn started playing with her nipples, moaning as velvet clad fingers touched those sensitive spots on her flat chest, finding this was almost as good as getting head. Wearing just the corset and thrusting, Adam very much appeared as if he was a chick using a strap on and still getting the hang of it.
He was trying his best but breathing was hard, Libby was so tall that he wasn't able to get the angle right and her constant taunting hip waggle wasn't helping! “Do whatcha gotta do back there Stud.” Libidine said in her sultry voice and Adam growled, mashing against her and getting a foot under him, then the other.
Crouched down like this, Adam couldn't say he was comfortable but the next thrust told him this was the way to go. Rather than the slower, more uncertain pace from before he started acting like the stud Libby wanted, the sound of his body meeting hers adding to the chaos coming from the dark ocean watched all about them.
“There you go.” Libidine almost cooed but Adam wasn't listening, he was going to give all he had to her, this Amazon of a woman that didn't seem to mind how rough he got. Hell, she was getting more into in, rocking back into him and Adam bit back a moan, trying not to give in just yet.
Close enough she could touch where Libidine's thigh was slight indented by the dark stocking she was wearing, Lyn could hear the frantic edge of Adam's breathing and see beads of sweat roll down that beautiful face as he fucked. Lyn, still rubbing her nipples and with a prick that felt like it could pound a hole through a brick, gave a slight moan as she began to notice. Before, Adam had filled the bodice of the corset but now? He was threatening to overflow it, the bounce growing more with each thrust.
Tearing her eyes off that view, Lyn looked to where Adam and Libby joined, that brief flash of his erection and balls a sight she'd never thought would be seen by her before now. But, and she had to cover her mouth upon seeing it, Adam's dick was getting smaller. Each time he thrust in, what came out was just slightly less. His legs, once so scrawny, were filling out as Adam stood in an awkward half crouch still pounding away, unaware.
Just as Lyn had become something other than a woman so too was Adam becoming. He paused for a few breaths and she saw his dick was closer in size to hers' now, his rack bigger than what she used to boast judging from how much was showing from the top of the corset. Libby pushed back into him, almost knocking Adam off his feet but he kept his balance and resumed, fucking away what remained of his manhood.
He was so close! But for some fucking reason, Adam couldn't quite get there! That slight tingle, the herald of the end was there but refused to intensify, to give him release! Panting for air, Adam wasn't able to see anything but shadows, all of his efforts on finishing, on being the stud Libby needed!
Lyn was touching her dick now, the velvet surely what wonder felt like, while she covered her mouth with the other hand but that did no good. She was moaning just as much as Adam now, able to see his dick change from a peach color to red and then pink as it continued to shrink, losing girth and shortening, Adam leaning closer to Libby, trying to use what he had left but she knew it was no use.
“Nyahhh!” Adam fell back on his ass as pleasure bloomed slowly rather than the usual blitz and burn out, a wave of utter ruination flow up and out, up and out, reducing him to a shuddering, silent mess as he pawed at the blanket while gasping for air.
Lyn leaned forward, all the movement she was capable of, and saw Adam sitting with his legs spread, head fallen forward as all those strangers out there screamed and applauded. She saw his bare crotch and how there was just a slightest bump of pink sticking up from a drenched female sex.
“Told you.” Libidine whispered to Lyn, sitting beside her on the bed as they waited for Adam, who had become she at least in body, to recover.
[[And->Ending1]] “Doing okay Stud?” Libby asked and Adam had no answer. That had been so ruinous and profound in a way he didn't understand that he just sat there, trying to catch his breath while lurking in his personal darkness, eyes screwed shut like a scared child. “Here...” Libby's voice drew closer and Adam felt her heat, the weight of those hidden eyes upon him as she touched the front of the corset and the confining crush let up while that intimate hold remained. Opening his eyes, he inhaled deeply, tasting the perfumed air and seeing Libidine, the woman he'd just pounded, just as achingly beautiful as before.
“Better?” She asked and he nodded, still adrift after getting his rocks off. Adam wondered if that was the apex of what sex could be or if that had been more of a Libidine thing. She smiled down at him, unseen eyes glinting behind a veil of hair and pride, foreign yet so powerful, welled up within him. He'd gone all the way with her! In front of so many people! And Lyn! Oh shit, Lyn was here too!
Peering around Libby, he saw Lyn sitting on her haunches, still with those long gloves on and she was smiling at him coyly. Her eyes met his for an instant and then she looked away, blushing hard and with that little erection barely showing from between her long legs. With that thin dong and flat chest, Lyn looked like a cross dressing boy who'd raided jewels and hormones alike to reach the appearance she now had.
“Don't worry, I made sure Lyn had a good time.” Libby said, crawling behind Adam with that slinky feline grace and then her touch was on his bare shoulders. Lyn was still blushing and not meeting his eyes, instead staring out into the roiling mass of shadows that surrounded them, still keyed up and chanting something he couldn't make out.
“But we're not done yet.” Libidine purred in his ear and Adam failed to bite back a moan as heat rose within while a certain something wasn't following the script. But that was understandable, his dick just needed a little longer to recover for round two. She was against his back, her breasts soft and massive, then Adm was sitting in her lap. Wondering if she was just that strong or if he was just so slight to be hauled around so easily, Adam's thoughts on that matter were fleeting as Libby ran her hands up his sides, painted fingernails scraping the royal purple corset he still wore.
“I got to make sure my beautiful bois are taken care of.” Libby said while feeling up Adam's bust, which was now bigger than Lyn's previous 36C and she wanted so badly to join in, to sink her throbbing dick into Adam! He was a straight up ten outta ten now and only appeared plain due to his close proximity to Libby, who could make models look drab and lifeless.
“I'm a guy, not a boi!” Adam said, trying to twist back to face her but Libby easily held him in place, her hands dipping into the front of the corset and any protest he had turned into whimpers as Libby smiled down at Adam, them aimed that sultry, sexy look Lyn's way.
“Of course you are.” Libby's tone wasn't mocking but the words were. And, Lyn realized with a start, Adam must not know. Even with his legs spread, he wasn't looking down and didn't know his dick had checked out. “You are a stud who fucked me, right?” Libidine glanced up at Lyn and her smile promised something terrible, wonderful, dark and dangerous and decadent. Lyn had no choice but to watch.
“Yeah...” Adam's voice was trembling as Libby kept playing with his tits and her hidden eyes sparked suddenly, Lyn jerking back at seeing it even with how turned on she was by Adam still thinking he was a guy.
“You are a stud in a corset, my old corset in fact.” Libidine said, holding Adam close to her, cupping his breasts and enhancing their shape and volume just like a push up bra would. “A stud with big boobies and likes having them played with.” Her fingers were doing just that and Lyn moaned, feeling her own while watching Libidine work.
“I...I!” Adam wanted to tell her he was still a man where it counted but the usual sensations of arousal weren't happening. There was heat and a wet feeling but not the strain and awareness of an erection and trying to focus was impossible when Libby was making him feel so good!
“A stud in stockings!” Libidine said as if she'd just had the greatest idea ever and, removing her hands from Adam's tits, reached for his twitching feet. She brushed them and, Lyn saw but didn't understand how, as Libby's hands rose up Adam's shapely legs, dark stockings of the sort both Lyn and Libby were wearing appeared on him. Up, past the knee and then further along his newly enlarged thigh, to where Lyn didn't let guys touch on the first date and,with a twist of the wrist, dark patterns of elastic wove about Adam's legs.
Adam grunted, feeling a tight hold on his legs but unable to speak, all of him was trying to get that boner to wake up, to prove Libby he was a stud!
“And matching garter belt.” Libby said, running her fingers about where the corset ended and a dark lace belt appeared on those wide hips, then straps sprang up connecting the belt to the tops of his new stockings after Libby traced them. “Oh, how about some panties for my stud? Hm?” She said right in his ear, Adam shuddering, face racked with some emotion Lyn understood but couldn't name. He had to know, right?
Libidine waggled her fingers at Lyn, gesturing her forward and Lyn went, wanting to be a part of whatever this was. With Libby sitting on thick haunches and Adam resting on her thighs, she was able to reach between his legs easily. Adam gasped as dark cloth crept over his bare female mound, covering his nudity then creeping about that broad waist until he was wearing a very low cut bikini cut pair of panties that barely kept him decent. The lace surface showed only one irregularity, a slight bump that was what remained of Adam's erection and Lyn touched her own dick at seeing this; Adam wrapped up so exquisitely and topped off with a pink bow on the panties' front.
“There we go.” Libby sighed in Adam's ear but he was too busy to pay her much attention. He should have been rock hard but that tight embrace, just like with the corset, was telling him something. The corset had fit because Adam changed so it fit him. If these panties were holding him tight like this and his boner wasn't being confined like it should have been then he changed to fit them.
“What do you think Lovely? About my Stud?” Libby asked Lyn and all she could do was whimper. Adam, eyes closed and panting, decked out in lingerie that Lyn herself envied, was gorgeous. The short stature was rounded out and she saw as those thick lashes opened, Adam looking down at her. Then, hanging hands that seemed forgotten fluttered to life, trembling so hard they fell back down but she knew what he wanted to reach for.
Scooting between Adam's spread stocking clad legs, Lyn leaned in and smelled his arousal, felt a familiar heat rising from a wet and needy furnace. Adam gave her the slightest of nods and, now having permission, she kissed the flat front of his panties, her tongue slipping out to nudge what was left of his erection and Adam shifted, panting harder, like Lyn used to when indulging with a vibrator.
“That's right Stud.” Libidine said, nuzzling the side of Adam's shocked but still beautiful face with her own. “That's all you have left.” Then Libby reached down as Lyn sat back and rubbed Adam's pubic mound, middle finger stroking the covered entrance, getting a gasping cry for her efforts.
“But don't worry, I know what my Stud needs.” She kept rubbing and Lyn saw the dark cloth turn darker still, Adam's need being made very clear. Lyn wanted to speak up, to offer her own dick to aid Adam but Libby's eyes flashed again, Adam stirring and Lyn felt something in the air. A change just as powerful as the one that had taken her and Adam.
Lyn saw it and gasped, velvet sheathed hands once more covering her mouth as Libby's legs spread, showing a massive prick was now where Adam had fucked her. It was flat out the biggest she'd ever seen and while there was a stab of envy, Lyn knew she was in for a show. Another stroke from her finger and an opening appeared in Adam's panties, Libby's finger disappearing into him with a howl.
“That's right, my little fem Stud.” She said and Adam shook his head even while the rest of him quaked. He was a guy and tried to say as much but she was finger fucking him, Libby was inside of him and it felt good! Oh fuck, it was good!
“Nghh! I-unhhh!” Speaking was impossible. Adam was a guy getting fingered while Lyn was looking on, stroking her dick and watching in awe. She had a dick and he didn't, he'd seen as much. Just a tiny nub surrounded by so much need that Libby was tending to expertly, making him feel so good while inducing crisis.
“It's alright, I know.” Lyn felt the air shift once more and a quick glance behind her showed mirror hanging from the ceiling that didn't exist on gleaming fishing wire. “I know it can be hard to let go.” A whisper, Libby looking at Lyn while she said it. “Let go of who you were.”
Libidine shifted under him and then something very hot and silky was rubbing against him down there and fuck, it felt good! One of her hands took hold of his chin and Adam was looking into a mirror, seeing a tall woman grinding her dick against another woman's vagina and Adam was one of those women, the one without a dick.
A moan emerged instead of a scream, the new heat that burned in equally new places mixing with some of the same delight horror movies gave him, of indulging in a naughty thrill. Adam was a chick and Libby's dick felt good, the smooth texture matching the rest of her.
“Do you want it?” She asked and Adam nodded, unable to help it. Back in Lyn's apartment he'd avoided mirrors after touching the corset for fear of what he'd see but no more. The corset was filled, top to bottom. And if the reflection told true then Adam found he was attractive in a way he'd never been before. “Give me your name first. One fitting of a girly Stud who's about to go for a ride.”
“Ada.” The word slipped out but it was the right one, a moment of serendipity in the shifting darkness before a crowd roaring and cheering for action. “My name is Ada.” Uneven and with a woman's voice, Ada named herself and shuddered, that action grinding Libby's dick on her sex. Looking down, she saw an erect penis but it wasn't hers', Ada didn't have that anymore. With a shaking hand she, Ada was a she now oh Jesus oh fuck, and touched that little bump on the front of her panties and gave a light cry at out good it felt. How this is what she was now.
“And you?” Libidine asked the kneeling figure beside the mirror who was watching with envy, the person with a slight erection, pointy nipples and a pretty face made up like a movie star from a bygone era. Born as Evelyn, the person ran gloved fingers over their dick and moaned, timid eyes rising to take in Ada and settled on the throbbing member rising from between Libby's legs.
“Vel?” They said, identity in flux as they remembered going down on other such dicks, loving how they felt in her hand and mouth and that didn't have to change, did it? “Velyn?”
“Both are good.” Libidine said, eyes of no color shining as her red, almost black lips gave a tender smile that contrasted against her raging hard on. “Now come get a taste Velyn, my beautiful boi.” Vel took that glorious cock in his, for Velyn was a he, hand and gave it a stroke, the velvet glove separated him from actual contact but that didn't matter, not when he opened wide and felt the familiar living iron slip into his mouth.
“Ahh... See that Ada? Your friend is a pretty little gayboi.” Ada moaned and rubbed herself harder, feeling what might have been a nipple under her fingers but the fire touching it incited inside was intense, all consuming. That this is what remained of her dick, of that previous part of her life made it all the better.
Velyn shuddered, nearly blowing his load right there but not questioning Libby's words. She could call him gay if that meant he could suck this statuesque cock, huge and girthy and so solid it might have actually been stone but it gave off heat and a familiar taste mixed with perfume. Swallowing all of it was beyond Velyn but just holding it in his hands and feeling Libidine's sheer power coursing through that prick while he tried to blow her was enough. Enough for his cock to let loose with a dribble and Vel fell back on his haunches, gasping.
“Good boi. Good dick sucking boi.” Libby said and Vel, with a hand on his flat chest, flushed with pride. But Libby wasn't done, adjusting Ada and then that rigid cock was poking where Ada's skin went from pale to pink, that entrance standing out from the black panties covering the rest of her crotch. “Ready Ada?”
Seeing what was about to happen in the mirror, she nodded. And Ada gasped as the head spread her, going deeper until it was pressing where Libby's finger had been but it was so big, there was no way-
Velyn saw the growing discomfort on Ada's face and knew how to fix it. Moving took effort but he rose to his knees and shuffled forward, to where Libby was holding Ada, not even a quarter of that grade A primo cock in her yet.
Touching bare skin above the new stocking, Velyn took Ada's hand that was playing with her clit and kissed the back of it before freeing that angry pink nub from under those panties. Libidine was watching just as intently as was Ada, who was gasping and making other such small, desperate sounds. Lips that had just been wrapped about a huge dick puckered up to kiss Ada's smooth and wet clit.
Ada's hands, having surrendered fine motor control, took hold of the back of Vel's head as she moaned, head rolling back and forth as her friend went down on her. She didn't have a dick anymore, instead was in her and trying to go deeper but Vel was working his tongue and that was just as good and-
A hitching inhale as Ada felt Libidine spread her wider, numb hands on the back of Velyn's head as even his efforts were blotted out by feeling that silken skinned behemoth began to slide in. Slowly but steadily, Ada felt more of Libby enter her, the mirror almost useless as Velyn was in the way for her to see but oh, he was so good with his tongue! And when he finally pulled back, Vel carefully touched her slight erection with a gloved hand and oh fuck!
Unable to help it, Vel rose off Ada's clit and kissed where Libby's dick was entering her, then ran her tongue down that proud tower to the tight bundle and sucked there, returning the favor from earlier. Tasting the usual musk and Ada's arousal, Velyn licked back up to where Libby was fucking her friend, looking up at a enraptured Ada the whole time.
Velyn was still working Libby's cock even as it was inside her but Ada couldn't care, not when that velvet touch was on her and the tall woman was still slowly entering. A glance at the mirror showed Ada all dressed up, slowly descending towards sitting in Libby's lap. All three of them had on stockings, were dressed up as women but she, Ada, lacked make up while Libidine and Velyn looked so damn good in theirs.
“Libby, please, I want, aaah!, want, unh, makeup.” She gasped out finally and Libidine raised a hand to cover Ada's face, fingers splayed out and when it was removed, Velyn saw his friend now had a professional level make over, blood red lips parting as she checked the mirror, eyes now shadowed in purple fluttering as she leaned back into her lover.
“Anything for my lovelies.” Libby murmured before Ada squirmed, Vel once more taking her clit in his mouth. Ada was riding a dick and had such a pretty boi taking care of her... And Ada wanted to move this along, past this languid gentle first step so she could feel all of Libby's many inches in her. Ada wanted to know how getting fucked as a woman felt now that she was absolutely done up as one and started moving her hips, gasping as she was parted and Libby moved into virgin territory.
“That's it...” Libby sighed as Ada started to get into it, her breasts bouncing in the corset as she took more and more, panting and gasping while her sight failed. All of her was given over to feeling this: How good Libidine's cock felt, how damn nice Velyn's lips and tongue were on her clit and the cushion of Libby's boobs on her back while Ada caught her breath.
Velyn sat back and wiped his mouth, seeing Libby take hold of Ada's wide hips and, with a single thrust, buried her dick in the woman. Ada's eyes shot open as the crowd roared, her body expressing pleasure with a slight twist, arms drawn up to her chest and she shuddered, collapsing against a panting Libby. Lingerie clad with flawless make up, Ada was stuffed completely with Libidine's cock and Velyn took his dick and started working it furiously at the sight. Seeing such a meeting of two utterly beautiful people not quite preforming but engaged in the act of making love felt forbidden but fuck it, Velyn was only human and acted as such.
Body moving on it's own, Ada rose and felt an internal pressure let up but it returned upon her sitting back in Libby's lap. She wanted to scream about how deep, how full she felt but just rose and fell, over and over again, enslaved to how Libby felt impacting that deep, slightly awkward place in her, sparks of pleasure spiraling upward, rising, Ada was rising and Libby was starting to move, taking hold of her hips and pounding as Velyn watched.
Ada saw flashes of herself and Libidine's face in the mirror but she was rising too fast to notice much, that impact of her cock inside was stoking a fire which had only one name: Oblivion, for it had to be, nothing felt this good, not a single damn thing but Ada was rising on this, rising higher and higher as Libby pounded her until-
Ada felt the end arrive. Not with lightning or thunder or trumpets but a grunt, the wet sound of Libby thrusting and then Ada ended. Pleasure married with Oblivion erupted in Ada, firing up towards her brain but that piece of meat was already fried out and stood no chance.
Ada shrieked out to the shadows that watched, feeling Libby shudder and fire hot, thick loads inside but that was barely able to be registered, all of Ada was awash in a ecstasy so furious it almost hurt, maybe it did for the act of existing was pleasure. Ada was a woman and had been fucked as such, now full and floating on a woman's orgasm that was total, absolute, and lingering.
Velyn gasped and bent forward, seeing Libby's balls churn and hearing Ada's almost rabid cries was more than enough for him to get off. His voice mingled with hers and he jerked back, hips bucking forward as he fired a rope of something white and hot on Libby's stockinged thigh, astonished at how sudden and fucking good that felt! Then another shot was fired and he was left panting and leaking, smoldering embers of orgasm dancing about his thoughts.
“Unhhh.” A deep, tired moan and Libby lifted Ada off her dick, thick streams of a glowing pinkish, purplish liquid that was the result of their union dripping down to the bed. Ada stirred but only to jolt, a moan coming from colored lips as she was laid upon the bed and Libby sighed contently. Without asking permission but knowing her actions would be welcome, Vel went to all fours and took the still hard cock hanging between curvly thighs in her mouth, tasting Ada along with a salty sweet flavor that had to be all Libidine as the woman gave another deep moan.
“Ahh, you really do love dick, don'tcha?” She said and all Vel could do was give her a shaky thumbs up, finding he could get more of Libby down after her efforts of fucking Ada. Not quite as big nor as hard but still enough for Velyn to close his eyes and bob his head, finding he was leaking all the while, loving how Libby felt in his mouth, how he was still feeling the afterglow of his orgasm while dripping instead of getting hard again.
At some point Libidine stopped him and Velyn let himself be laid beside Ada, who wrapped her arms about him. And that was enough for Vel to drift off, unaware of Libby watching them sleep or that they flickered from laying on the bed in The Endless Night to being in Velyn's bed under the ever smiling, ever watchful eyes of Audrey Hepburn.
Ada snuggled up closer to Velyn, hearing something fall off the bed but she gave it no mind, couldn't. Instead she fell into the deepest reaches of sleep and remained there, her very generous bust slightly pressed up to Vel's flat chest as they slumbered together while rain gently fell to the pavement and windows outside.
Meanwhile, the corset Velyn had bought for a steal remained on the floor, unlatched. Unlatched and inviting, willing to give an intimate embrace to anyone who wanted one, along with a trip to The Endless Night, that realm of shadows and desires where Libidine sleeps.
And unlike a certain other sleeping eldritch being, Libidine wakes easily and always ensures her guests are taken care of before they leave. Some return for more and Libidine always, always has more to offer. The question is: Is anyone stud enough to ride her more than once?
[[Later->Epilogue1]] [[Of gently falling rain->Intro]]
(if: $LT > 0)[[[Of the furious pelt of a storm->Overgrowth]]]
(if: $LT > 1)[[[The howling of the wind asking why->WriterRoom]]] And Adam was laying down on his front, no longer on the couch at Lyn's place but... Somewhere else equally as familiar. Looking around revealed shadows and low, slowly pulsing lights of some unknown color. There was no panic, which was good as his first breath was constricted, with Adam discovering he was wearing the corset.
Trying to roll over proved to be impossible but that wasn't an issue. Adam just couldn't rise, dream logic preventing him from doing so and that made sense, this had to be a dream. Places like this didn't exist, with light coming from nowhere and with no walls, only a shifting velvety curtain that faded from purple to utter darkness.
At least he was laying on a bed and the more Adam felt around, the more he wondered how vivid this dream was. The corset fit. Despite him being so skinny, it was hugging him perfectly, so tight and intimate. And he was wearing some sort of tight, slinky underwear, something else new to him.
A sigh from the shadows got Adam's attention and he felt a presence draw close. Without the ability to check behind him there was a chance it wasn't a person but something else yet no fear bloomed in his gut as such an emotion didn't belong here. That unknown being was right beside him and Adam shivered as a delicate touch, with the slight scrape of longer fingernails, ran along his bare shoulders. Then down, following the curve of the corset, to the smoothness covering Adam's butt before slipping around to his front.
Nothing was said but Adam felt two fingers press against his desperate hardness before rubbing back and forth, the silky number he had on only adding to the sensation. Then that stranger's touch ran to the tip and teased there before sliding along his erection to the base. And back to that slight but intense movement, that pressure which felt so good but let up to fondle and stroke. Rub, fondle, stroke, over and over until Adam cried out.
Another sigh, this one pleased, and the stranger's other hand was running along the curve of hips the corset gave him while Adam was being taken care of. There was an intense feeling of being watched but he couldn't care about that, only able to react to how good he was being treated. Adam was being felt up like a girl and loving it. He reached with a trembling hand to brush the bust of the corset, feeling the shell and wishing it was filled.
Gasping, he cried out when that touch upon him moved to his chest and gave a light squeeze. And he felt it! Fumbling with the top clasp, Adam got it loose and slipped a hand inside the corset, finding a breast that certainly hadn't been there before. But it belonged, with Adam being treated like a girl he wanted to be perfect for the part. His fingers clumsily found erect nipples surrounded by lovely silken smoothness, if only all of him could embrace being so silken and soft and a desperate moan slipped free as the stranger's hands grew slightly more insistent without losing that delicate touch. One such hand was fondling a breast, and it felt good beyond compare to have her doing such a thing, while the other was still rubbing and stroking him down below. That continued motion on his dick, along with the palm full of Adam's boob she had, felt amazing, astonishing... and coaxing. These touches upon him were asking Adam's body a question he hadn't known the answer to before coming here.
Now? Now all Adam knew was the felt but unseen presence of The Stranger, those who were watching, shifting shades of shadows and pleasure. He knew any corset that fit Lyn had no chance of molding to his form but here, in this dream of decadent dark delicacies, Adam wore it perfectly. The breast he was feeling up was his and perfectly firm, perfectly rounded. And the hand job he was on the receiving end of was also perfect, so unlike anything else he'd felt but so damn good.
Excited whimpers rang out in the royal purple, Adam face down feeling his tits while this unseen, so very kind Stranger stroked, coaxed, brought intensity that was hiding within him to the fore. Pitching a nipple between two fingers and gasping at how they sank so slightly into that yielding but firm flesh, Adam writhed as The Stranger retracted her hand from his other breast and ran it down the curve of his hip, back and forth; coaxing while he was burning with a familiar but now taboo potency. The questions she was asking of his body only had one answer and it was glorious, primal and also obvious.
Finally unable to deny her, this whole encounter, the dream that had Adam so lovingly wrapped up, he called out and the shadows of this place pulses faster, flashes of color flaring in the darkness where walls should have been. Heat poured forth while The Stranger kept rubbing her fingers and, in a husky voice clogged with sleep, she spoke:
“Come back to me.”
[[Then->Interlude2]] -Adam was blinking at the TV screen, panting and exhausted but feeling fucking fine. He groaned, that sound covering the crinkle of plastic as he rubbed his face with both hands. Light piano music came from the game as he caught his breath, finding the already dim light from the windows had faded and the room was now drowning in darkness. Standing and stretching, he headed towards the bathroom, moving slowly but with a casual grace born from being used to the absense dark, to shadows.
Once there he took a leak and stripped off his shorts and underwear, frowning at the obvious wet spot and scrubbed at it with a wad of toilet paper. It had been a vivid dream but that was all Adam could recall, a dream of such potency he'd blown his load. Embarrassing but at least Lyn had been here to witness it and he wouldn't have to explain this, at least not right now. A few days from now, when the potency of the dream had faded and Lyn was in a bad mood, sure, he'd break out this story to make her laugh. Because it would be funny later but too many lingering shadows from that place yet remained for much to be amusing now.
Redressing and still shaking off the lingering rust, Adam glanced at the mirror and paused in trying to button his shorts. There was difficulty in this simple operation that hadn't occurred this morning but his reflection was wrong. No, not wrong but... Off. Like the time he'd gotten dressed for work right after waking up during winter and had slid on his coat without putting on a shirt first. He'd stood at the front door, hand on the handle, sleepy brain screaming something was the matter but Adam couldn't figure out what.
This was the same but he didn't want to investigate. No, he just wanted Lyn to get back with that pizza and confirm the world was the same as when she'd left. That he was seeing things and Adam wasn't in the right frame of mind to dispute it. Leaving his shorts button undone and trusting the zipper, Adam ignored the mirror as hard as he could to return to the living room, sitting and picking up the controller, the game springing back to life at his touch. Pausing without knowing why, Adam checked the other side of the couch, finding the corset was upright and facing him.
Adam felt unreality applying pressure upon the apartment where he felt safest. Each brick wall appeared to be holding steady but he knew they were straining, those shadows and dark velvet curtains were outside, replacing the town, the horizon, the sun and moon and the infinity of space. Setting the controller down with a shaking hand, Adam rose but didn't take his eyes off the rich purple piece of clothing that he didn't remember moving.
“Lyn?” He said in a small voice, unable to shout. Once more moving unknowing with grace, Adam rose to his feet and tried to call out for his friend. Surely Lyn, who knew how to handle crisis, would be able to handle this no problem. Lips moved, throat locked up and Adam produced no sound.
That sense of unreality grew and Adam fled into Lyn's bedroom, closing the door behind him and ignoring how his shorts were falling down. And attempting to button them with shaking hands wasn't happening. “Just a dream.” He muttered, unaware he'd spoken, leaning against the door to keep that other place from leaking in. Adam had just napped, had a nice, weird dream and then woke up; that is what he believed because that was how the world worked, right? Adam hadn't gone to that place of shadow where women moved about on all fours eager to blow guys cause that was insanity!
Panting, Adam looked around only to find Lyn wasn't back from her pizza run. Only a black and white poster of some actress Lyn practically drooled over was smiling down from the wall and she didn't make him feel any better. She was pretty and dressed up lavishly, dark eyes kind in a way the woman's hadn't been because she hadn't been awake.
“Just a dream.” Adam repeated, breathing hard and finding that pressure wasn't letting up. It lurked on the edges of vision, of consciousness, that place of unknown watchers and lights that didn't cut through the darkness. A long mirror in the corner caught his eye and Adam whimpered, closing his eyes and gritting teeth at the impossibility that was staring back at him.
A flash of insight and Adam threw the door open, eager to be away from the mirror even if it meant returning to the living room, where the windows still showed gray and rain. If he touched the corset again and nothing happened, that proved it was just a dream and then sanity could resume. Adam approached the couch and stopped dead, mouth trying to form words and failing. Another mirror and Adam was seeing someone who wasn't quite him, another standing there losing their mind. And, in that instant, Adam felt his reality buckle and that other place almost flooded in.
Unaware of anything else, Adam ran the few steps to the bathroom and slammed the door behind him before clamoring into the tub with head between his knees and barely kept from screaming. He'd felt good in that dream but this wasn't there, this was real and no matter how that dream had been, it was just a dream! He just wanted Lyn back, to tell him everything was going to be fine the way she always did and that no place of darkness and unseen watchers existed.
As Adam fought to keep hold of his sanity, Lyn stepped into her apartment, jacket damp and pizza box steaming slightly. Setting that down on the table by the controller, she saw the corset on the couch and frowned, wondering if it had been moved. For an instant she wondered if Adam had tried it on but no, the packaging was still sealed and she scoffed in the near silence of the living room. Of course Adam wouldn't try on the corset, it wouldn't come close to fitting him!
A quick look around showed the bathroom door was closed, explaining where Adam was, as she snagged her newest obsession off the couch and headed off to her bedroom to change. Peeling out of the jacket, she hung it up on a peg in the wall before yanking off her shirt and ditching the bra. Topless, Lyn approached the mirror in the corner that showed her just how she wore all of the outfits she bought, grabbing a bag hanging off it's frame. While useful, she still relied on Adam to how the guys of the world saw her. Once he had surprised her by flat out declaring a sheer shirt that showed off all the cleavage as being too slutty.
“Leave something to the imagination!” He'd said, shaking his head and having the gall to express disappointment. Still, Lyn had an idea this one was going to be a winner because it was pure, old school class. From a bag hanging off the standing mirror's frame, she pulled down an impulse purchase that was months later going to pay off, a pair of faux velvet evening gloves that just felt right were pulled from the bag and laid on the bed. Opening a drawer and out came a fake pearl necklace with a shining, equally false arrangement of diamonds, the whole arrangement not quite as convincing as the velvet but there was no possible way for Lyn to afford the real deal.
There was a cruel irony to that to appear so high class Lyn was cheating but whatever, it wasn't like she was going to pass this glittery stuff off as real. No, Lyn just wanted a taste of those bye gone nights where Audrey Hepburn had been alive and young and Hollywood wasn't yet a lumbering wheezing beast that was eating it's own tail, slowly, pitifully. Or at least no one had known it back then. Or, Hell, at least the fashion was better even if it was just as shameless and out of ideas back then!
Pulling her hair up, she tied it back and, with another shiny bit of glass and metal, Lyn used a clip to give herself just that little bit more of glamour. Touching up her eye shadow, pure velvet black, Lyn pulled the pearls on and she approved of how they looked on her, especially topless. Then a idea struck and Lyn was rooting around once more, looking up from the dresser to check on the corset, finding it was being patient as she got ready.
'Of course it is.' Lyn muttered but given how long it was taking, some shameless bestial part of her expected it to be gone, stolen away, that the deal had been too good yesterday and not even trying it on meant she wasn't worthy to have it. Touching the (fake) pearls about her neck, Lyn resumed digging and came up with a pencil skirt and sheer black stockings. She'd gone with the whole 'sexy secretary'
look before finding out that was basically inviting all the guys at her accounting job to relentlessly hit on her. Slipping out of her damp jeans, Lyn sat on the bed and pulled the stockings on before stepping into the skirt and zipping it up in the back.
Then a pair of scissors to cut the corset's bag open and, finally, the gloves were pulled on. Unable to stop herself, Lyn ran her now soft hands over her breasts and shivered, black fingers curling into fists for the moment. This was killing her, waiting so long to be embraced by the corset but it was such a lovely time of dying. Silver chains with tiny little charms danging off them where latched about her wrists, even if the catches were almost impossible with the gloves on. Then the ankle adornments too, why not?
And finally, thighs clad in stockings rubbing together, Lyn pulled the corset free. The deep purple paired perfectly with the black gloves and she undid the three clasps holding the piece of lingerie shut, the top one already being open. Laces ran up the back and Lyn made a note to ask Adam to tighten it after showing off. His face was going to be priceless and, standing before the mirror, she brought the corset about her back-
[[And->E2-1]] And Lyn was standing before and above a faceless crowd, so many shadowed heads looking up at her, expectant. Yet she didn't know what they wanted, all those strangers waiting while Lyn was unable to deliver. A quick glance showed that she was standing on the end of a runway, where models paused to pose before strutting their stuff back down the way. But there were no spot lights on her, no music, none of the glitz and glamour this familiar place should have.
Instead there was only the press of bodies against the shores of the raised walkway, each vague person watching, waiting but that attention was waning. Lyn was on stage, still in the corset, faux velvet gloves and tight shirt, none of that warding off the hateful touch of isolation that had her by the throat.
None of these people cared about Lyn and even this place, all slinky dark curtains that were constantly in motion at the furthest edges of her vision offered no solace. This indifference was stifling, bordering on hateful and she didn't know how to make it stop, how to give all of those down there what they wanted.
“Now now, don't worry.” A female voice said from behind Lyn, cracking slightly, as if the speaker had just awoken. “You'll get what you want after you change.” There was a sultry edge as the mystery woman kept talking and while Lyn couldn't turn around, she wanted to hear more.
“Okay.” Lyn said, wanting that uncaring ocean to give her the attention she usually got when out in public. After all the care and attention given to looking good, Lyn wanted that validation that her efforts weren't in vain. “But I'm already dressed.” She was in her best outfit, done up with what would have been thousands of dollars in jewelry, what more did Lyn need?
“I can made it so that you'll never be left wanting after your boyfriend's blown his load and gone to sleep.” That sultry voice offered, having shaken off the cobwebs and Lyn nodded. She sounded very familiar with that problem Lyn had of guys not finishing the job and that voice was so sexy while describing such an issue! Then this stranger was right behind Lyn, so close she could smell her perfume, sunset and roses. Wrapped up in that heady mix, Lyn just sighed when the stranger's hands were running up her hips, reaching around to cup her breasts and giving those a squeeze as the audience stirred as one.
“I know what they want, how to make them happy. How to make you happy.” Those hands ran up and down Lyn's breasts, up and down, soothing, warm. More approving calls, some whistles and Lyn gasped as one of the stranger's hands moved down to her crotch, rubbing there. “You want to be happy right? Not left wanting anymore?” Lyn nodded, lost as the firm, clearly experienced touch of this woman slipped down the front of the skirt.
“Happiness for you is being flat. Don't you think?” Lyn cried out, not at the words, she wasn't hearing anything except the excited murmur from the crowd. No, it was those teasing fingers that made her vocalize, crying out to the waves of shadowed, excited figures. Never before had a woman touched Lyn in such a personal place, her long fingernails brushing above where Lyn's tiny bit of hardness was, ignoring where she was wet and waiting. She gasped as the stranger coaxed that slight nub forth, stroking it even when there wasn't enough for such an action.
“Flat and just hard enough.” The stranger said but Lyn was lost, barely aware that she was before so many attentive people who began to cheer and applaud. She was enthralled by those hands that were making her feel this way, coaxing out new pleasures Lyn had never felt before while those talented hands were running down her front and stroking something hard.
“That's right...” Sultry and sexy, the voice was encouraging and Lyn couldn't bite back her moans, each one getting a cheer from the crowd. “Let me know how good you feel.” Lyn didn't know how or why, it wasn't possible for the stranger to be stroking her with two fingers like this but it felt so good and all of them out there, the dark sea roared it's approval. There wasn't the usual wet heat but pleasure was still growing, boiling over and Lyn screamed as torrents of pure awe tore through her, different than what came before but so fucking good!
[[And->Shared2]] -Lyn gasped, hands on her dresser while she panted, aware of a heavy, unfamiliar heat in her panties. Velvet clad hands nearly slipped on the slick surface but after catching her breath, Lyn finally stood up straight. A sound from the living room got her moving in that direction, still shaken from the electric flow that had coursed through her.
Lyn entered the gray lit room from the left and Adam the right, windows showing a soft, billowy dark sky. “Adam?” Lyn breathed and found talking difficult, exhaustion slowing her thoughts and finding that seeing wasn't quite believing. As Adam, scared as he looked and cringing away from the windows, was pretty now. The front of his shirt wasn't flat in the chest region and even flared out at the bottom, further betraying changes had occurred.
“Lyn?” Adam was obviously desperate and it hurt to hear him sound like this but the voice behind that worried tone was lighter, different. “I- Something happened.”
“I know.” She said as a gust of wind blew a splatter of rain against the window, Adam recoiling from the sound before focusing back on her, some of that fear leaving his voice, instead being replaced by urgency.
“You do?!” Adam asked, demanding further information, needing this. “You went there? Saw it? Her? And, and...” Words failed him and Adam was left spluttering before Lyn finally nodded.
“Yeah, that... Dark place I've been to before.” And Adam nearly fell over from relief, tears fighting to flow down his face but he held them back out of force of habit. He wasn't insane! If Lyn had seen it, been there amid the shifting shadows, then he hadn't lost his mind!
But that meant the mirror wasn't lying either. Adam stood upright slowly, knowing things had changed and saw Lyn as she was now. Still just as tall but slightly leaner, with a more timid cast to her face that was so unlike Lyn. And that was even with her dressed up very fancy, with pearls and jewels but the bodice of the corset wasn't showing the tops of her breasts as it should have. Adam had worn the corset and it fit him so of course it wouldn't fit Lyn.
That made no logical sense but Adam had to roll with it because Lyn was speaking. “Have you... Seen yourself?” She asked and he glanced out the window, not seeing that other place of shadow and want but just a stormy evening. Lyn didn't have that surety, that air of command that almost always surrounded her but those words held him captive.
All Adam could do was shake his head and Lyn shyly approached him, holding out a gloved hand that he took, her grip just as soft as the velvet. She led him to the bedroom and Adam found himself before her mirror with that old, beautiful actress smiling down at them.
“Look.” Lyn asked and Adam, taking a deep breath, saw his reflection without doubt. The face that looked back at him was both familiar yet different; sharper, more feminine. And the more he saw, the more uncertainty faded away. This is who he and touching a cheekbone, then a far more plush lower lip confirmed it. Then down to the front of his shirt where Adam finally acknowledged that new new weight he'd been trying to ignore.
Lyn gasped as Adam stripped off his shirt, showing off breasts and a figure that were a far cry from the scrawny stick he'd been just an hour ago. He had curves flowing down into hips, to the perky breasts that fit his figure. She saw the happiness on that newly pretty face which was still Adam but as a woman and knew how to made him, her?, more radiant.
Gloved hands moving down her front, Lyn undid the four latches and her breath caught as the corset opened. Lyn's chest was almost completely flat, boyishly so, with long slight mounds capped with color rising from those plains. Seeing that impossible sight made a tightness new to her come to life below and Lyn struggled to keep moving, to not give into these primal urges just yet.
“Here.” Adam heard Lyn say and he saw her behind in in the mirror, bare chested and having nothing there. He tried to ask what happened, how or why but Lyn was holding the corset open and instead he nodded, knowing that wearing it was going to answer questions.
She opened the royal purple wide, it's interior as dark and promising as all the desires Lyn held in the deepest pits of her heart. And so she wrapped the corset about Adam's pale, unblemished back, the ribbed sheathe fitting him perfect and she secured the bottom latch, then the next up and-
[[And->Succ2]]
[[And->Ending2]]
[[Epilogue->Epilogue2]] ''The Cursed Corset''
Version 0.5 (set: $LT to 0)
This is an adult experience with heavy themes of gender play. If that aren't to your liking then leave now!
Written and created by Joshana
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[[Far off and getting closer is the sound...->Preamble]] And Adam was sitting on the edge of something soft, no longer on the couch at Lyn's place but somewhere else equally as familiar. Looking around revealed shadows and low, slowly pulsing lights of shifting colors. There was no panic, only a curiosity about why he was back here without knowing where here even was. In the distance he saw curtains, the heavy sort used on stages, moving slightly, as if in a breeze he didn't feel.
He raised a hand to his chest and felt a smoothness that wasn't familiar. Upon looking down, Adam discovered, with a forbidden thrill, the corset was about him. And, just as he thought, it was a tight, intimate fit. Comforting even, with Adam knowing it wouldn't let go until he made it happen. No matter how skinny he was the corset fit and it felt right. And such a feeling was so rare and fleeting that he closed his eyes and indulged, drank in what it felt like to be wrapped up in such finery.
The faint sound of bare footfalls got Adam to snap out of that revelry, approaching with the inevitable nature of a dream. Someone, or something, was coming but he still felt safe and secure, wrapped up in such a loving embrace.
From the darkness he could make out a vague figure sauntering forth but Adam failed to comprehend it. Two arches side by side in a familiar manner at least eight feet tall in a sort of vase shape were walking towards him on very human legs. Even with the upper body mostly clad in shadows, Adam was able to make out it was indeed a person, a woman with long legs and a light flared beside the walkway blinded Adam for a moment but illuminated the figure.
A woman was making her way towards him: Tall, imposing, naked and very well endowed. And the closer she came, the more Adam could see of her, the gibberish silhouette from before was now gone, replaced by a woman of shocking proportions. Adam knew he shouldn't be staring but he couldn't obey that simple bit of the social contract, not here or now. Not when her footsteps were so loud or when Adam noticed her long black hair spilled down solid shoulders but failed to cover her ample breasts. Only her eyes were hidden away and Adam had the very odd feeling she wasn't looking at him.
And there was the other matter he noticed while this woman emerged from the heavy shadows, hips swaying as one foot was came down before the other. As fully stacked as this lady was, her lack of clothing made it clear she was packing and just like the rest of her, that endowment wasn't small.
Yet that's what Adam's eyes kept returning to. Not her bare breasts that were almost watermelon in size or the astounding jut of hips or even the glimpses of beauty behind all that hair but the dick that, just as slowly as her gait, seemed to be waking up.
A moan came from Adam without his knowledge and he slipped from the cushion he sat upon down to his knees, watching as she approached from this angle made her monolithic, a giant of a woman with a dick to match. She took a few more steps and stopped before him, the erection that rose from between her smooth legs the biggest Adam had ever seen. And, just as with the rest of her, it wasn't even fully awake yet.
Adam didn't care about that. Just as with the corset, he was being presented with an opportunity, the ability to answer a question he'd had for so long and Adam had to take it. So he reached for the still growing part of her and took that silky length in hand, gasping slightly in awe at how good it felt. The Stranger's penis filled his hand and was growing harder, longer; Adam had to use both hands to hold all of her. She was reacting to his touch, getting harder still and Adam had to know.
Breathing hard, unaware of the Stranger's hands cradling the back of his head, Adam wet his lips and leaned in. His hands were still working the shaft and she gave a sleepy moan that make him pause for a second, mouth open while waiting for her to speak but instead those extremely wide hips moved forward just enough for that slightly textured and squishy head to poke him in the cheek.
Swallowing hard, and very hard elsewhere, Adam opened wider and got a taste. There was a low leak of a thick salty something that mingled with hints of perfume, the scent of roses at dusk hitting his nose. Adam gave a muffled moan of approval before closing his eyes, ready for more. Adam held her dick with both hands and tried to conquer this monster but had to settle for barely a third, her girth making things difficult for his virgin mouth and that squishy head was suddenly no joke when it invaded the back of his throat.
Stroking the sweltering iron with one hand, Adam started bobbing his head back and forth, drool falling down to his legs but he didn't care. Only instinct led him to start working on his own rod, not bothered that he was smaller than this Stranger. He kept servicing that pillar of utter power, tongue swirling about that huge head which filled his mouth and loving how silky hard she was in his hand.
Mouth and both hands full of cock, Adam closed his eyes and got more of this lady down, that immense presence slipping past the blockade which had been there before. Eyes flying open, he made a sound of struggle, not knowing how he'd done it or what to do now when he wasn't able to breathe and-
“Nyaaahh...” A sigh that might have been the exhale of a tornado and Adam only then became aware of her hands on the back of his head, unable to stop this Stranger from applying pressure and more of her was sliding past his lips. She was slowly humping his face and Adam hadn't stopped jerking off and was only going faster now. The hottest person he'd ever seen was face fucking him and Adam was willingly taking part! All he saw upon looking up were the bottoms of her huge breasts but he felt her breathing getting harder as she was now working instead of him, Adam just making desperate noises all the while.
Another titanic sigh from the woman fucking his face and Adam felt her prick pulse, knowing what that meant and he wanted it. Picking up the pace with both hands, he tried to open wider so this amazing Stranger could buried her prick into him and, with another lazy motion of her hips, Adam inhaled through his nose as his body surrendered to her.
With a huge erection in his mouth and throat, balls churning against his chin, and one of Adam's hands holding on to The Stranger's hips for dear life, he spilled over as the first jet of jizz fired down the hatch. Another, then another, huge and hot loads going right down into his stomach, not needing to be swallowed, he'd swallowed her entire dick and only a tired, still waking voice distracted him from feeling this wonder and amazement at having finally sucked a dick:
“Return to me.”
[[Then->Interlude3]] “Doing okay Stud?” Velyn asked and Ada nodded, gasping for air and unable to speak. Wiping his mouth, Vel teased where his tongue had been lapping with a finger, reducing Ada to naught but whimpers and light cries of passion.
Laying on the couch with a newly bought skirt hiked up and panties tossed to the floor, Ada told hold of her breasts, clad in a fresh purple and black 36D bra and cried out as Vel stripped his jeans off, revealing his light blue panties that clearly showed the outline of his dick. And she loved this about him, how Velyn still dressed like he did before, even wearing the same jeans as they fit just fine.
“Feeling up to it?” Vel asked and Ada finally got her bra off, bare breasts feeling so damn good in her hands, so right.
“Yeah...” More whimper than word, she made the sound that got Vel to pull his panties down enough to free his eager little prick. Sure, he was small down there but Ada loved the sounds he made, how when her lips wrapped about his dick such as right now, he gave a girly little yelp that melted into a moan that just did it for her. “Hey, ah! I thought you wanted to go for a ride?!” He said, trembling under her touch and Ada smiled up at her, finding the power she wielded here intoxicating.
Vel wasn't going to complain, getting a blowjob from Ada never got old and her soft, alluring expression while gazing up at him was worth more than money could buy. And she started bobbing her head to and fro even though he wasn't long enough for that sort of thing, she was doing it for his benefit and fuck was it working!
Ada kissed that smooth, curvy body before letting Vel fall out of his mouth and kissing upward, her hands taking in his figure. He twitched, gasping as she took one of his pointy nipples in his mouth, flinching away but unable to escape Ada.
“What are you doing there?” He asked in a rush, back arching as a moan emerged from those luscious lips as Ada gave him an exaggerated kiss.
“Enjoying all you have to offer.” Ada said before moving to the other side of his chest, latching on the pointy peak there while taking hold of his dick, taking immense please in just how soft and silky Vel could be. Just hard enough in the right places and Ada felt him tense up, his breathing picking up as her hand was getting wet.
“HHNNGGG!” The same pushed past his gritted teeth but Ada hear it all the same and even that pained sound was welcome as she cupped a hand about his tensing, firing dick. But she didn't rise off his chest, her tongue still going around and around as Velyn cried out to the ceiling, to the darkness that resided a midst the rafters.
ENDING 1 – A Stud and Her Boi (set: $LT to it + 1)
[[See what else could have happened->Preamble]]Ending B: Fem Stud and Beautiful Boi
Ada's Gender: Female
Ada's Pronouns: She/Her
Ada's measurements: 36DD bra size, 32 inch waist, 40 inch hips
Ada's Ass: Doesn't quit, Is a meance to yoga pants, breaks hands that attempt to slap it
Ada's new favorite thing: Admiring herself in the mirror, Letting Velyn dress her up like a movie starlet, Setting spicy pics to Velyn while he's at work, Letting Velyn go down on her
Velyn's Gender: Genderqueer, Presents Female
Velyn's Pronouns: She/Her, prefers Hei/Boi
Velyn's measurements: 34AA (Flat) bra size, 30 inch waist, 34 inch hips
Velyn's Ass: Toned and still round, looks great in tight jeans and yoga pants
Velyn's new favorite things: Wearing tight shirts that let his nipples show, dressing up Ada, Jacking off to spicy pics of Ada while at work, Wearing the long velvet gloves when playing around with Ada
[[Find out what else could have happened->Preamble]]
-Adam found himself face down in something purple and black, exhausted but feeling fucking fine. He gave a weak groan while sitting up, the crinkle of plastic harsh against the light piano music still coming from the game. He hadn't planned to nap today but there was no arguing with the results; Adam was flying high now, charged up and ready to face the day.
Only, after standing and stretching, Adam found the day was still dim and rainy, running counter to his mood. And his fun dream had turned out to be rather wet, Adam found with a mix of annoyance and mirth.
“Of course.” He muttered while walking to the bathroom, weaving around the slightly cramped living room with the surety of someone navigating a runway. Flipping the light on at his destination blinded him for a moment but Adam did his business before kicking off his underwear and shorts, sighing with relief after shedding them. Some scrubbing with toilet paper cleaned up most of the mess but they needed to be thrown in a washer and Lyn's apartment didn't have those facilities.
So instead Adam wrung out his underwear and washed his hands, checking the mirror out of habit and stopping all movement, thought even stalled out while the facet ran on.
Adam blinked and the very pretty someone in the mirror did the same. He stepped back and so to did the doppelganger, showing shock on that elegant face at this development.
“Wha?” He said, seeing the person's mouth across from him move but he noticed the shape of the reflection's bare legs. Adam, unable to help it, glanced down at his nude legs and saw they weren't scrawny anymore and a wild joy filled him, just as when he'd been wearing the corset in the dream, where he'd-
“I-I... Did that?” He breathed, a numb and still wet hand rose to touch his lower lip, then upper lip, both more plush and had been wrapped around the biggest dick Adam had seen in person. He'd blown some strange lady in his dream! And there was pride in that thought, having taken action when he wouldn't have normally done so. Checking the mirror once more, Adam saw himself. It was him there only... Not. His legs were filled out and far thicker than before and the face that the world knew as Adam was gone, that stupid male mask he'd never been attached to now replaced by feminine beauty.
With a sob, Adam clawed at his shirt, needing to be naked, to not be in shapeless guy clothes that had been drowning him all his life. Flinging the last garment aside, Adam beheld himself before the reflection blurred into nonsense, tears blinding him and he wiped them away, had to see the new shape he now had.
No one could ever call him scrawny again as Adam was now filled out in a feminine way, all curves and elegant proportions. Perky round breasts with the slight suggestion of heft now graced his chest, soft and firm in equal measure, not nearly as large as The Stranger's had been but these were Adam's and they were perfect for him. He cupped his new assets and sighed, fighting back tears and now battling a rising excitement that threatened to ruin the purity of this moment.
A deep breath then Adam returned to feeling out his new state of being, wrapped in wonder and awe as he felt his trim waist flow out into broad hips, much like the corset had. And now he had an hourglass figure to fit it all the better. Swallowing, he saw the picture wasn't fully ruined by his idiot male desire begging for attention; it was greatly reduced in size and girth, far more cute and dainty than it had been before and Adam found he liked it better this way. Standing with his legs together, he found even with his thicker thighs they didn't touch and where his balls used to be was just nothing except a thigh gap.
Adam was now in the same league of attractiveness that Lyn occupied. Just thinking that should have been utter insanity but Adam could clearly see it was true. His smile was radiant, face still lean but touched with an elegance that hadn't been there before. A natural blush bloomed in his cheeks as Adam hugged himself, finally practicing some self love but not in the usual way he did when in a bathroom alone.
Humming to himself, Adam drank in his reflection, how he moved, the slight pull of his breasts as he turned this way, how he could completely hide away what remained of his masculinity by raising a leg just enough and to the side. Then, out of nowhere, something Lyn had told him several times echoed in his thoughts: To stop waiting for good things to happen to him and instead make them happen. If he was shaped like a woman then surely he deserved to wear clothes intended for a woman, right? And hey, Lyn was of a similar shape to him and had plenty of clothes! He'd suffered though so many fashion shows that surely, surely, he was owed a little something in return?
Naked and utterly confident, Adam glanced down at the clothes on the floor and didn't see the hateful expression that marred his features at beholding them, instead sauntering out into the gloom. The rain pattered on the glass as Adam felt his breasts sway with each step. No wonder Lyn was so commanding and sure, it was impossible not to feel like royalty when his boobs were always reminding him they were there, that walking was different now and he'd been delusional not to notice it first thing after waking up.
Once in Lyn's bedroom he turned the light on and went to her dresser, finding a pair of silky smooth purple panties before searching out a tight, low necked shirt and short jean shorts. Clothes tucked under an arm, Adam stopped and glanced at the poster of some actress Lyn fawned over hung over her bed. Sitting at some lavish table, with a long cigarette holder in a gloved hand tilted at a jaunty angle by her smiling mouth, Adam always vaguely resented that woman for being so classy that Lyn looked up to her. Even in black and white, this woman's smile and dark eyes were a thing of wonder but now...
Adam checked the long mirror and found he was close to that enshrined beauty on the wall. But that actress of old was decked out in jewelry that he didn't have and Adam, shaking back to reality, found he didn't want to feel small and outclassed by this lady, or anyone else, ever again. However, while turning to leave, he spotted something that made him smile as it was too perfect: A hairband adorned with a pair of red devil horns, a prop from last Halloween where Lyn had been a demon decked out in all red and black, an attempt at wickedness that fell apart once she got a few drinks in her and started geeking out over all the other people's costumes. Snagging the band, he slid it on and walked out, hips swaying in the dying light of a day. Adam was ready to try on some clothes that finally fit for once, to see how it felt to make good things happen.
As the bathroom door closed, the front door opened to admit Lyn, jacket damp and pizza box steaming slightly. Setting that down on the table before the TV, she saw the corset still on the couch and the bathroom door closed. For an instant she wondered if Adam had tried it on but no, the packaging was still sealed and she scoffed in the near silence of the living room. Of course Adam wouldn't try on her corset, it wouldn't come close to fitting him!
Snagging her newest obsession off the couch, Lyn retreated to her bedroom to change. Peeling out of the jacket, she hung it up on a peg in the wall before yanking off her shirt and ditching the bra. Topless, Lyn approached the mirror in the corner that showed her just how she wore all of the outfits she bought, grabbing a bag hanging off it's frame. While useful, she still relied on Adam to explain how guys saw her. Once he had surprised her by flat out declaring a sheer shirt that showed off all the cleavage as being too slutty.
“Leave something to the imagination!” He'd said, shaking his head and having the gall to express disappointment. Still, Lyn had an idea this one was going to be a winner because it was pure old school class. From the bag hanging off the standing mirror's frame, she removed an impulse purchase that only now, months later, was going to pay off: a pair of velvet evening gloves that were laid on the bed beside the corset. Opening a roughed up jewelry box, Lyn removed a fake pearl necklace with a shining, equally false arrangement of diamonds, the whole arrangement not quite as convincing as the velvet but there was no possible way for Lyn to afford the real deal. They did, however, come close to matching what was displayed on the poster always within sight of the mirror.
There was a cruel irony to that to appear so high class Lyn was cheating but whatever, it wasn't like she was going to pass this glitzy stuff off as real. No, Lyn just wanted a taste of those bye gone nights where Audrey Hepburn had been alive and young and Hollywood wasn't yet a lumbering wheezing beast that was eating it's own tail so slowly and pitifully. Or at least no one had known it back then. Or, fuck, at least the fashion was better even if it was just as shameless and out of ideas!
Pulling her hair up, she tied it back and, with another shiny bit of glass and metal, Lyn used a clip to give herself just that little bit more of glamour. Touching up her eye shadow, pure velvet black, Lyn pulled the pearls on and approved of how they looked on her, especially topless. Then an idea struck and Lyn was rooting around once more, looking up from the dresser to check on the corset, finding it was being patient as she got ready.
'Of course it is.' Lyn muttered but given how long it was taking, some childish, bestial part of her expected it to be gone, stolen away, that the deal had been too good yesterday and not even trying it on meant she wasn't worthy to have it. Touching the (fake) pearls about her neck, Lyn resumed digging and came up with a pencil skirt and sheer black stockings. She'd gone with the whole 'sexy secretary' look before finding out that was basically inviting all the guys at her accounting job to relentlessly hit on her. Slipping out of her damp jeans, Lyn sat on the bed and pulled the stockings on before stepping into the skirt and zipping it up in the back.
Then a pair of scissors to cut the corset's bag open and, finally, the gloves were pulled on. Unable to stop herself, Lyn ran her now sensually soft hands from the false diamonds and pearls on her chest down to the slopes of breasts and shivered, black fingers curling into fists even as she wanted to take that velvet touch lower. This was killing her, waiting so long to be embraced by the corset but it was such a lovely time of dying. Silver chains with tiny little charms danging off them where secured about her wrists, even if the catches were almost impossible with the gloves on. Then the ankle adornments too, why not? If there was a time to go all out and indulge, it was on this rainy, sleepy day.
And finally, thighs clad in stockings rubbing together, Lyn pulled the corset free. The deep purple paired perfectly with the black gloves and she undid the three clasps holding the piece of lingerie shut, the top one already being open. Laces ran up the back and Lyn made a note to ask Adam to tighten it after showing off. His face was going to be priceless and, standing before the mirror, she brought the corset about her back-
[[And->E3-1]]
(if: $LT > 0)[[[Huh->E3-2]]] And Lyn was standing before and above a faceless crowd, so many shadowed heads looking up at her, expectant. Yet she didn't know what they wanted, all those strangers waiting while Lyn stood there, unable to deliver. A quick glance around showed that she was standing on the end of a runway, where models paused to pose before strutting their stuff back down the way. But there were no spot lights on her, no music, none of the excitement or glamour this familiar place should have.
Instead there was only the press of bodies against the shores of the raised walkway, each vague person watching, waiting but that attention was waning. Lyn was on stage, still in the corset, faux velvet gloves and tight skirt, none of that warding off the hateful touch of isolation that had her by the throat.
None of these people cared about Lyn and even this familiar place, all slinky dark curtains that were constantly in motion at the furthest edges of her vision, offered no solace. This indifference was stifling, giving way to boredom and she didn't know how to make it stop, how to give all of those down there what they wanted.
“Now now, don't worry.” A female voice said from behind Lyn, cracking slightly, as if the speaker had just awoken. “You'll get their attention and what you want after changing.” There was a sultry edge to the mystery woman's voice and Lyn found she wanted to hear more.
“Okay.” Lyn said, wanting that indifferent ocean to acknowledge that she was all dolled up and looking her best. After all the care and effort given to looking good, Lyn wanted validation dammit! She worked hard to be more than just another farm girl who moved to the big city but rather a long cool woman in a black dress who was still looking for her Mr. Right. Too bad she wasn't any closer to finding him.
“But I'm already dressed?” She said in a small, hurt voice. This was her best outfit, with what would have been thousands of dollars in jewelry pairing with the corset and gloves so well! What more did she need for all those faceless out there to at least acknowledge she was standing where people posed for attention!
“You are gorgeous but here, that isn't enough.” That sleepy, sexy voice said and Lyn nodded as if she understood. “Here, you can finally see your deepest desires fulfilled. No more being left wanting after your current boyfriend's blown his load and gone to sleep. Just...” And the stranger was right behind Lyn, her breath hot and words promising. “What you truly want.” The woman with the sultry voice offered and Lyn said 'yes'. How could she not? Moving and classing up her wardrobe had increased the number of guys hitting on her but none of them so far were skilled enough to get Lyn all the way there.
Lyn inhaled and smelled the stranger's perfume; sunset and roses, wrapped up in that heady mix she only sighed when the mystery woman hugged her from behind. She had to be tall as Lyn felt what had to be very generous breasts pressing on her back and strong arms closed about her. All the stresses of life were so far away in this embrace, Lyn forgetting all about her programming job or how, despite dating, Adam was still the guy she was closest to.
Then the tall stranger ran her hands up Lyn's body before cupping her breasts and giving those a squeeze as the audience began to stir. “I know what you want, how to make you happy.” That voice breathed in Lyn's ear while talented hands kneaded, awakening a tingling warmth that was familiar but Lyn was losing herself to the pleasure of being touched by another woman. “You want to be happy, right? Not left wanting anymore?” Lyn nodded, lost as the firm, clearly experienced touch of this woman slipped down the front of the skirt.
“Happiness is different for each person and so is satisfaction. And is there anything better than being satisfied after being denied for so long?” Lyn cried out, not at the words, her comprehension was burnt out and all she heard was the growing murmur of an excited crowd. No, it was those teasing fingers that made her vocalize, crying out to all those watching. Never before had a woman touched Lyn in such a personal place and finally someone who knew what they were doing! The Stranger clearly knew how how to please and Lyn was powerless in her grasp, surrendering all the responsibilities she carried to burn in this place, with such a skilled and polite lady. A finger teased between Lyn's lower lips before rubbing that oft ignored bit of hardness. She gasped as The Stranger coaxed her slight nub forth, lavishing it with finger and thumb until Lyn screamed, her vision of that dark, now eager ocean fading. Then, impossibly, Lyn was being stroked down there and that felt even better!
“I know.” The Stranger purred but Lyn was lost, not even aware that she was getting down and dirty before so many cheering people. For reasons she didn't understand so many memories and images from nights spent alone browsing pictures and videos of the kinds of boys she lusted after but couldn't seem to find in person. The very idea of slim, pretty guys who defied the tropes of masculinity held her enthralled just as The Stranger did while visiting new pleasures upon Lyn: A tight heat in her chest and that simple, wonderful stroking of her hardness. No questions as to how, only that it was good.
“That's right...” Sultry and sexy, the voice was encouraging and Lyn couldn't bite back her moans, each one getting a cheer from the crowd. “Let me know how good you feel.” Lyn felt a new heat growing within and it's potency was drowning out the dark sea roaring it's approval, how fast it was rising and how it wasn't her usual pleasure but it was just as good, better because it was growing faster and faster and Lyn's hips bucked forward as she screamed, torrents of awe and wonder tearing through her, different from what had come before but so fucking good!
“Make sure you and your friend return.”
[[And->Shared3]] -Lyn gasped, velvet clad hands clutching the edge of her dresser while she panted, dimly aware of a heavy heat in her panties but too awash in the aftermath of wonder to care. One last shudder ripped through her before Lyn finally caught her breath and stood upright. A sound from the living room got her moving slowly in that direction, still shaken and drained from the potent electric flow that had come and gone.
Lyn entered the gray lit room from the left and Adam the right, windows showing a soft, billowy dark sky that offered up a steady supply of rain. “Are those my...” Lyn couldn't finish, exhaustion and shock stealing away her ability to speak. Adam smirked, it was Adam standing there but he was more now, openly showing off beauty he inexpelically now possessed. A pair of her shorts fit his now fetchingly wide hips almost too tightly, a thin clingy shirt showing off breasts and a ripened figure. And, a detail she was having trouble processing, Adam had her devil horns from Halloween on and they looked right in his mess auburn hair. He was smiling at her with a confidence she'd not seen from him before, lips which always had good shape and color now boasting much more.
“Yeah, I borrowed a shirt and shorts but I needed something to wear.” Adam said, voice lilting in a way Lyn had never heard before. Rain tapped upon the windows before flowing down in random rivers, their serpentine designs going unnoticed by either person.
“What?” Lyn said, knowing this was her friend but Adam was a skinny stick of a guy! Not this pretty and proud person standing there in her clothes smiling as if he knew a secret she didn't! She observed that Adam's face, in addition to suddenly being real fucking easy on the eyes, was sharper now, more alert. And, quite abruptly, Lyn found she didn't know if Adam was still a guy. The easy stance with hips out and her shorts being so tight, there was no telling if he was just that anymore.
“And I need something better than this.” Adam said, reaching up to hook the low neck of the dark blue shirt he wore. He saw confusion on Lyn's face but that wasn't all Adam noticed. No, Lyn seemed just that slightest bit leaner now with the corset and skirt being oh so tight but that wasn't all. The bodice of the purple lingerie wasn't showing off the tops of her breasts as it should have and paired with the slight timid cast to her face, Adam thought Lyn looked like a pretty boy who just got caught wearing his girlfriend's best stuff.
“I need the corset back.” Adam said, smiling wider as he saw Lyn's blue eyes widen and lips part in protest. “Yeah, I tried it on while you were gone. And I looked damn good in it.” He said, remembering that woman who'd walked towards him from the shadow, the lady who'd been packing. “Besides, I deserve it, I have tits and you don't.”
Lyn stared at the friend who'd just insulted her, watching as that unblemished face went from cool arrogance to startled, genuine regret. “Sorry.” He breathed, rubbing his newly rounded cheekbones with a hand before meeting her eyes again. “I... Don't know why I said that.” But Lyn was noticing the corset wasn't hugging her chest like it should have but an idea seized her and she spoke it before lingering on what Adam had said.
“Did you go to... That place when you put it on?” Lyn asked slowly and Adam just as slowly nodded. Too much was happening and she couldn't keep up as Lyn was finding she hadn't minded his insult. Or was it an observation? Just as with trying on the corset, she was delaying finding out as the uncertainty was a source of pleasure itself.
“She told me to come back and I need the corset to get there.” Adam said, not trying to demand she give it up but Lyn was getting the point. “And so you can see how well it fits me.” He added, leaning forward slightly and his taunt made her blush. And fuck man, that felt good!
All Lyn could do was nod in the face of that beauty, that command. So her gloved hands undid silver latches from top to bottom as rain fell as it had so long ago on Old Hollywood, back when Lyn's velvet gloves and pearls were all the rage in fashion. No music now, the game had gone to sleep so there was only the rain as she pulled the tight shell of the corset off. Then she saw that Adam had been right.
Lyn's chest was almost completely flat, boyishly so, with only slight mounds capped with color rising from those plains. Her breathing hitched and Adam was there before her, concern bleeding through that sharp command which was now his default expression.
“I'm fine.” She said and, somehow, that was the truth. A thrill, very much of the sort Lyn got when checking out a new purchase in the mirror for the first time, was rising within. There was no pang of loss, no outrage or numb shock but instead just a dawning wonder of how she looked now and that her chest wasn't the only place that sultry voiced woman had touched her.
“It looks good on you, the whole flat chested thing.” Adam said and she shivered, nearly dropping the corset but even that fact almost escaped her. This was new, this flare of excitement at Adam's words which should have been harsh but were delivered kindly.
“Let me put it on for you. So we both can go.” Lyn said, looking at him with, what? Adoration? Was that it? Adam was so unfamiliar with this expression she was aiming at him but yeah, it could be that. So he smiled and slowly pulled off the shirt, finding he loved having this power of controlling where Lyn was looking. Her pale eyes went to his chest and a gloved hand started to rise to hers' before stopping, instead taking hold of the corset and opening it for him.
So Adam turned around, showing off a pale, unblemished back and Lyn wrapped the corset about his body, his sigh one of utter contentment. Bringing the front together, she latched one, two, three-
[[And->Succ3]] They now stood upon a runway, at the very end where those who strutted their stuff showed off while so many faceless shadows spread out below, waiting and eager. Lyn, with her flat chest exposed and enhanced thanks to long classy gloves, felt their adoration and was in awe. Adam, now encased in the corset with curves to match and short shorts, bathed in anticipation. In the distance, curtains swayed in a breeze that none felt while the crowd prepared for a show.
“Ah, my lovelies have finally arrived!” Adam and Lyn turned as one to the center of the stage to find a tall, voluptuous woman waiting for them. She was threatening to spill out of a black corset while a short skirt was barely keeping her decent, a slit in that deep purple cloth showing off a leg clad in a stocking which stopped at mid thigh. Long, wild hair of midnight spilled down her bare shoulders, with heavy bangs not quite hiding away her smoldering eyes or lips so deeply red they might as well have been black. The women teetered on the edge of perfection, a fantasy made real.
“Who are you?” Adam asked breathlessly, as he saw this was the same woman who'd strode from the shadows. Only now, she was awake, with the glint of intellect behind the savage sweep of bangs proving it. But Adam was finding he didn't care as much about that, instead far more interested in what they were going to do now that she was fully present.
Lyn, meanwhile, was stunned into silenced by the sheer dimensions of the women before her, the same woman who had touched her chest and left it flat. And, recalling once more, had used those skilled hands elsewhere.
“Call me Libidine.” Lee-bee-dean-eh is what Adam heard, mouthing the foreign word while Lyn just nodded. “Or Libby, if you prefer. Now, how about you come over here...” Libidine said with a smile, sweeping an arm to the side and there was a shift in the air, a change as a luxurious bed was now beside her. The crowd tittered as she sat and beckoned them forward, Lyn taking Adam's hand and finding comfort in having him there.
“And tell me what you want.” Libby finally finished her thought, smiling at Lyn before that almost inhuman beauty faced Adam.
“I...” Adam's words failed him as he gazed at Libidine, finding he both wanting to be with her while also wanting to be her. Such a thought was greedy, he knew but couldn't stop that longing ache. Just seeing this wild haired woman invoked envy and lust in even measures.
“Come on. Tell me.” Libby said, voice still sultry but there was a whip crack of command in those words.
“I want to be with you both!” Lyn begged before covering her mouth with a gloved hand while Adam swallowed hard, ignoring her. He wanted this and Libidine could give it to him as long as Adam could speak up, safe as he was in this dream of darkness and delights.
“I want to look like you.” He finally said slowly, Lyn's velvet clad hand squeezing his and more words tumbled out. “I've... Always wanted to do what we did. Before.”
“Then come here.” Libidine said, eyes glinting with colors that had no name and Adam went to her, Lyn's hand slipping out of his but he barely noticed. “I can give you what you want. Just take those off first.” She gestured towards the borrowed shorts Adam was wearing and with fingers that were trembling, Adam finally slipped the button loose and shimmied out of them, the snug fit from his hips meaning they didn't drop like his guy pants did. And then Adam was standing with only the corset on before Libidine.
“Good girl.” She cooed and Adam shivered, delight blooming so furiously within he didn't care about anything else right then. Standing, Libidine opened her arms and Adam went into that embrace, face being mashed into her breasts due to their mismatch in size but he didn't mind. Especially when Libby's arousal became known to him, that silky smooth beast now trapped behind her skirt and Adam wanted it free.
“Lay back Girly and we'll get started.” Libidine said and Adam followed her directions, wanting this promise to be fulfilled so badly as Libby spoke to Lyn, who was still standing off to the side. “And you, don't be shy!” That weighted gaze returned to Adam as the woman of Amazonian stature reached behind her impressively broad waist and, with a sigh, her skirt fell away. Now in a pair of dark lacy panties that absolutely weren't up to the task of containing Libidine's erection, she rubbed that eager, imprisoned length and Adam gave a low, wavering moan at seeing it.
“You first.” Libby said to Lyn, who jumped, so taken by watching this huge lady boss Adam around that she'd been content to keep doing that. “Come on, let's see what you've got.” Swallowing hard and very away of Adam's attention being trained on her, Lyn unzipped the back of the pencil skirt. And then raising her face to the darkness that was the ceiling and sky, she pushed it down along with the still sodden panties.
And that straining eagerness was now free. Moaning slightly with each breath, Lyn was aware of cheering from the crowd surrounding them as the foreign feeling became more known with each passing second.
“It's cute Lyn.” Adam said as if commenting on a new top instead of what now ached to be touched. Finally giving in to her curiosity, Lyn looked down past her flat, pointy chest to see a very small, thin penis sticking up from her crotch. No breasts, no vagina, and now with a dick, it was clear she wasn't a she anymore, at least in body.
Not bothering to speak, Libidine adjusted her panties and out sprung a monstrous cock, utterly dwarfing what Lyn had but she was finding that wasn't a bad thing. No, she didn't need to be big because Libidine had more than enough for both of them because Lyn noticed Adam was staring too. Adam, in the corset that showed off ample breasts and figure, was almost panting with those pillowy lips parted and a hunger in his eyes that she knew all too well. She wasn't surprised, that emotion was missing in action and, right then, Lyn didn't miss it. She had a dick now and Adam was thirsting after Libby's boner, this was normal here, where secrets couldn't exist amid the shadows and ever watching crowd.
With a flick of a finger, the bed raised and Adam was now laying right at Libby's waist height, his barely erect dick nothing compared to the rigid beast that was awake and throbbing in the open air. “Lay back.” Libidine said and Adam did just that, wide eyes not leaving Libby as she faced him, her own breasts heaving behind her own straining corset.
Adam moaned when the astonishing heat and weight of Libby's massive prick touched what little he had left before bowling it over, the tall woman slowly rubbing herself on his pitiful masculinity and he cried out at being overpowered in such a manner. That she felt so good, smooth and throbbing skin rubbing his own, was secondary to Adam understanding just how much bigger Libby was than him. How had he managed to get all of Libidine in his mouth? That had to be impossible but such things seemed more likely here, in the space between dreams and the often mundane reality of the waking world. With her hands on his hips, Libby continued grinding that monster on him, a growing heat that Adam knew was the fires of change tingling in his crotch. And he wanted it. Forget being a guy and having a dick! No, Adam wanted what was necessary so that Libidine could fuck him!
"I think your friend here would like a little company." Libidine said, her hair veiled face turning towards Lyn, who was watching with utmost attention. Lyn's life to his point had left her utterly unprepared for such a thing: A newly absuredly attractive Adam wrapped up in her corset with his legs spread to allow an enormous prick to dominate the nub of a dong he had. And the supernaturally attractive woman wielding said massive member was asking her to join in!
"It helps to have something for Girly here to do while he becomes a she." Adam gave a wavering, girlish moan at Libby's statement, Lyn biting back her own. But she wanted to join in, be a part of this meeting of beauties and Lyn stepped forth, the roar of the crowd that was watching making her flush with heat. Now she had their attention and approval?
Lyn walked around the bed, pausing as Libby, with shocking ease flipped Adam over on his front, displaying his bare ass and she had to look. Her friend now had some serious heft back there, his buns flling out the full figure, a heart shaped masterpiece of booty.
"Go on, you can watch and entertain Girly." Libby told her in a kind tone and Lyn blushed, skittering before where Adam was laying, with his head resting on crossed arms as if he was recieving a massage instead of being played with by some dream woman. And Lyn wasn't surprised to see the horns on her Halloween prop adorning Adam's head were growing, having doubled in length and curling back, the tips fading from red to pink. Lyn said nothing, just stood there with her almost painfully needy erection as Adam glanced up at her face, then down at what she was packing.
"Look at you." He said in a low tone, having never seen a guy be this small or thin but it was Lyn standing there, a cherished friend and what else were friends for?
"Closer." Adam commanded and Lyn obeyed, unable to entertain the thought of not doing so. So close she could feel Adam's hot breath on her dick, which seemed to be doing a majority of her thinking right then. Sure, it was the smallest penis she'd ever seen but it was her's dammit! And the attention Lyn desperately needed was delivered by Adam, who opened plush rosebud and took her in.
A cheer came from the crowd as Lyn gasped, gloved fingers curling into fists as Adam's mouth was suddenly against her body, he had taken all of her in one go. Standing before so many in evening gloves, stockings and worthless jewelry, Lyn couldn't even manage to scream her elation, joy, all the emotions sex should have but hadn't thus far in her life; instead only gasping moans came out as Adam's tongue which had told her so many truths was now swirling round and round her, lapping at the underside of her dick where head met the shaft. Lyn was getting her first blowjob and Adam was amazing at it! He was sucking her dick and oh fuck! Lyn had this pretty fucker glued to her dick!
Laying there with Lyn's too small dick in his mouth, Adam closed his eyes and moaned as Libidine's increasingly wet cock started rubbing between his cheeks. In the pale, lacking before times, he wouldn't have had enough ass for her to do that but now, things were different, everything was different, he was blowing Lyn while waiting for some process to finish so he could go for a ride on he was getting so very familiar with. Embracing the urge to slip Libby's cock in his vagina was easy, that time was close now, Adam felt a wet sort of heat that was new to him between his legs where Libby had been lording over his pathetic tool was. Or had been?
“So close but these things can't be rushed.” Libidine said in her sultry voice, Adam moaning about Lyn's tiny prick at the words. “I would have given you a chance to be a Stud and fuck me, but I think your more interested in going for a ride on this.” Libby slapped her cock against one of his butt cheeks, the sound loud and lewd, the crowd cheering as Adam continued to chow down on his friend's too small dick until she screamed.
Lyn felt like she was losing her fucking mind for too many reasons, the first of which being Adam's skill at sucking cock. And he was changing before her eyes, the horns thickening, growing longer, the points now curling to either side of his increasingly rounded face. And Libby was feeling him up back there, her huge dick resting between Adam's buttcheeks as if it belonged there.
Any other details were lost, Lyn being overwhelmed by pleasure that was coming to her easier than it ever had, Adam was seeing to that, oh God Adam was good! There was no asking why or how he'd come by such skills as here, in the darkness where walls were curtains and the ceiling was none, Libidine could make it so.
Adam didn't care about anything else except the growing heat down below. The usual tightness in his balls had been missing since he'd climbed on the bed and now even the usual awareness of having an erection was gone.
"One more thing..." Libby muttered, Adam not letting loose of Lyn's little leaking and increasingly hard boner, instead feeling himself being rolled over and his head lulled off the side of the bed, Lyn gasping as she started to oh so slightly hump his face, as Libby had done for his first time and visit here.
Lyn couldn't take anymore. With Adam now on his back, she could see how much he had changed and just the view was threatening to make her bust a nut. His bust was threatening to overflow the boundaries of the corset and further down, there was just the smooth slope where nothing stuck up. Adam had ripened into a full figure that was about to bust the corset Lyn used to fit and he, this beauty, was still working on her dick. And that delicacy of a pants less Adam was the last thing she saw before she finally blew her load. Lyn jerked as an impossible flood of pleasure seized her before flowing out, feeling her dick swell then release, another obliterating shudder then swell and finally a last, weaker one and Lyn almost fell on top of Adam before stumbling backwards, struggling to catch her breath, to comprehend how good that had been when so many guys had left her wanting before. This was faster, easier, just fucking better than what Lyn had dealt back when she had tits and vagina.
“How'd it taste?” Libidine asked but Adam just cried out, aware of a wetness blooming in a new, yet expected place. He was burning so sweetly, so uniquely; a sweltering, humid heat that was lower, between his legs and then Libby was rubbing her monstrous dick on that heat and he gasped, so very aware of her size but... Adam wasn't submitting to Libby's sheer girth and power anymore as he had nothing left down there to submit. Laying there, weak and listening to Lyn ride out the aftershocks of her first orgasm of that sort after she'd fired a weak load he'd swallowed with ease, Adam knew just as Lyn had changed so utterly, so had he now.
[[And->Ending3]] “Come on Girly, sit up and see.” Libby said in a kind tone, taking one of his hands and helping him get upright with ease.
Adam had to look past the corset enhanced shelf of his now huge breasts to see Libby's work: hope, fear and longing mingling together into a potent mix of forbidden desires. And he gave what might have been a sob, a cry of ecstasy upon seeing the truth: Adam was a he no longer. Libidine could no longer mush their dicks together as Adam now lacked one. Instead all that was adorning the smooth mound was an angry red peak rising from rosy lips. Adam had desired, wondered, lusted, dreamed of being here and now, Adam was a woman.
Without needing to be asked, Libby once more brought her dick forth and Adam cried out in a voice that none would recognize as his as she slowly ground on that newly sensitive, feminine aspect. Such small movements but it felt so good, Adam was growing wetter and hotter and, without much warning, he screamed as lightning danced up his spine right into his brain. A flash of utmost pleasure and just as fast, it was gone, leaving him panting and wanting, needing more.
"Adam? Are you-" Lyn asked, still recovering and having been taken by watching her dick slowly stand back up but hearing that frantic cry was enough to draw her back to those two getting busy on the bed. But Lyn was silenced by a grunt and slash of the hand, much like she had done before leaving for pizza, as she approached the bed while the crowd buzzed with excitement.
"I- Don't call me that. Anymore." He took a deep breath, Lyn watching how his breasts strained against the front of the corset before listening to what else he had to say. "I'm Ada, a woman now." Lyn nodded and touched one of her bare shoulders, unable to kiss Ada on the cheek as a newly formed and still thickening horn was in the way.
"And who might you be?" Libby asked her and Lyn blushed, knowing the answer but saying it with Ada here made her feel vulnerable in a way that being topless and lacking pants didn't.
"I need to know too. I don't want to get into the habit of blowing strangers." Ada said and just the thought of her continuing to provide that service was enough.
"I'm Velyn. Or Vel for short." A deep breath as that potentially insane lust was finally free and Velyn finished. "I'm... A boi." That's all he got to say as Ada was drawing him down and they kissed, Velyn tasting the lingering echoes of himself upon her lips and tongue. And he liked it, not touched by shame or disgust at discovering this. Only enjoyment and Ada smiled as she sat back on the bed.
"Good to meet you Velyn." Ada said, admiring the boi before her, how Velyn still had a figure and nice, long legs. A touch to his bosom from Libby and Ada inhaled unhindered, the crush of the corset now more reasonable. But she had already noticed that Velyn's stockings made her legs more alluring and interesting to look at, Libidine's clothing choices confirming that for her.
"I feel... Under dressed." She said and Velyn poked her shoulder, his lean, pretty face glowering at her.
"You have a shirt. Kinda. And all I have is this!" He said, brushing the elaborate necklace that glittered with colors beyond human understanding in the shadows but Ada just rolled her eyes.
"Velyn, it would be a crime to cover your boi boobies up." She said and Vel blushed before covering his face, preferring the velvet dark to Ada's amusement. "I meant I wanted stockings and make up, like you two have." Velyn peeked out, seeing Ada appear more vulnerable, glancing at Libidine and frowning slightly.
"Hey..." He said, climbing on the bed and embracing Ada from behind, wanting to get busy with her but Velyn had to focus as anyone comparing themselves to Libby was going to come up short. "Your beautiful Ada and you know I wouldn't lie about that."
"...Thank you." Ada murmured, swallowing hard to keep tears from ruining the moment and mood. "I just want this to be perfect."
"Perfection is overrated but I can provide." Libby said and Velyn watched as she ran a hand over one of Ada's feet, a lingering darkness stretching over them. As Libby moved her hand upward, fabric came from nowhere to cover her smooth legs until mid thigh, where Libby did a magician's twirl of the hand and elastic wrapped about those full legs, designed with dark vines and digging into her skin slightly.
"Oh, so that's what these feel like..." Ada said, wiggling her toes and blushing as she glanced back at him. "I've always wondered..."
"You should have asked." He said but they both knew things were different here, the fear and doubt was lifted to the point Ada had blown him and that was no big deal. Libby stopped the conversation and Velyn watched as she ran a hand over Ada's bare crotch, covering her with dark string bikini panties with a pink bow on the front. Garters then snaked out from under the corset and attached to the stocking tops, completing the look.
"And finally." Libby raised a hand before Ada's face and she closed her eyes, feeling Velyn's meager boner on her back, having utter trust in them both. What felt like a slight breeze flowed by Ada, a gentle touch about her neck and then Libby was inviting her to look.
Ada opened her eyes to a mirror hanging on gleaming wires from... Somewhere, seeing a beautiful woman dressed for success and/or sex being embraced by an upscale, classy boi from behind. This looked like utter fantasy but it was real, reality had been bent or broken to allow this and she had horns now? They reminded Ada of some female demon artwork she'd seen, the color deeper red but fading to pink near the tips. Paired with her short hair, they worked. Plus, now Velyn and Libby had something to grab hold of when she was going down on them. And hey, for the first time in years Ada could now truthfully say, she liked herself and the reflection she cast!
“Look at you, just two innocent little devils.” Velyn opened his mouth to protest but Libby was already handing over another headband adorned with a cute pair of horns. He took the gift and slipped it on, checking the mirror to find they were already growing, taking shape. Then Libby was climbing on the bed, sitting on her haunches with that impressive boner on display, Velyn mesmerized by her and what she was packing.
“Ready to go for that ride?” Libby asked and Ada was pulling out of his grasp, shuffling towards the huge woman but the view Velyn got was almost worth not having her in his arms anymore. “Turn around and climb on.” Ada did just that, Libby's hair veiled eyes watching and Velyn crawled over to join them, needing to be a part of whatever this was.
“It's your first time so we need to go slow.” Ada felt Libidine's voice as much as heard it, pulling her new panties aside as she settled back into the beauty's embrace. Her head was resting on two pillows of utmost cushion and firmness, Libby's prick between Ada's legs, hot and eager. And then Velyn was there, his pretty face elevated by awe, blue eyes glued to what Libby had on offer. His hands took hold of her and began stroking, like Ada had done and that awe became pure lust. And Velyn wore such an emotion well, his eyes gleaming, having lost that slight timid nature as he was fully in his element now.
“Mmm...” Libby's pleased moan rumbled up to Ada, laying on her with legs spread while waiting for something to happen. “Why not inform Ada how nice those gloves feel?” Then one of Vel's black clad fingers was running up where she was hottest and Ada quivered, nearly melting into a puddle at such a light touch. Then soft velvet found where Ada was hardest and her voice hitched, a moan wavering all over the vocal range as Velyn rubbed so slowly while still stroking Libby. Then one of those fingers clad in wonder slipped inside her and Ada shuddered, finding she was barely able to comprehend this.
“Don't be shy, let Velyn know how he's doing.” Libby whispered in Ada's ear, slipping her hands down the front of the corset and Ada had another new, gasping and all powerful sensation to contend with. To say her nipples were receptive to being played with was a joke, especially when Libby started pinching them oh so slowly, just hard enough that Ada writhed, screaming to a infinite darkness above them as all those gathered roared along with Ada, a woman getting her first tastes of sex. Those newly covered legs twitched erratically, trembling as Velyn's velvet traveled deeper, Ada moaning as he brushed up against some deeper part of her she was growing more aware of that needed attention, urgently, now now NOW!
Velyn had only been with guys before but he knew what worked, or at least had worked, and making Ada feel so good her eyes rolled up into the back of her head was almost as good as having Libby's dick in hand. Because Libidine was huge, the biggest he'd ever seen and Vel was going to get a taste before Ada got her ride. Her finger in Ada was getting damp even through the glove, the woman hitching and moaning as Velyn rose up and kissed Libby's crown, tasting the salty tease of what was to come.
Opening wide, Velyn ran his tongue about her, the taste unique; a mingle of natural scents and perfume that no man he'd been with had. That plus Libidine's size was exciting, Velyn had handled big dick before, and plenty more in her job sadly, and he was up for the challenge. Feeling how good Libby felt in his hand, Vel slipped another finger in Ada, getting a surprised, throaty moan that was just want he wanted to hear while going down on Libby.
“Ahh, I can't tell what you love more: Dick or Ada.” Libby smiled down at him, eyes still covered by heavy bangs but Velyn knew she was looking right at him, her gaze had weight but those reddish black lips were smiling so genuinely...
“Why not both?” He said in his most sexy, low tone before opening his lips into that 'O' which meant only one thing: Sucking dick. Velyn's own prick was rock hard and he had no hands to spare for himself, one stroking and the other ensuring Ada was ready for her turn on this monster. This slightly pulsating, so very hard and huge monster that Vel couldn't get all the way down, fuck Libby was massive! But Vel wasn't going to back down and Libby, despite her deep sighs, didn't seem close to being done. So he working in earnest, pearls and jewels moving on his flat chest, as Velyn started bobbing his head up and down.
Ada wanted more but couldn't speak, that ability was gone, lost to the shadows and curtains swaying in a breeze that wasn't felt. Libby was whispering she was next and to let Velyn have this just a little longer. Any protest went unvoiced, Ada's eyes shifting from the view of Vel going to town on Libby's cock to the front of her corset where Libidine was being so very talented and cruel with her fingers.
With an urgent gagging sound, Vel backed off, shaking his head and wincing. “Uhhk.” He exclaimed that much and Ada giggled, knowing what that particular noise meant.
“She's a, ah!, mouthful huh?” Ada asked, finally finding her voice but Libby silenced her with only a few words.
“Now it's your turn.” Nibbling on her ear, Libby shifted and her now glistening dick was ready and waiting for Ada to mount it. Sucking down air, she used a free hand to get what had Veyn had in his mouth just moments ago into position. And slowly, as urged, Ada felt herself part and she moaned, trapped in a paradox of wanting more but just this was overwhelming!
“Relax...” Velyn said soothingly, his velvet touch returning on her furiously red peak as he leaned in to kiss where Libby and Ada joined. She still cried out when all of Libidine's head disappeared into her, that softness backed by so much indefatigable purpose that had bested Velyn's attempt to take all of her. Ada had but this was so much slower and-
A whine came from her, eyes wide as Ada felt Libby pressing where Velyn's fingers hadn't gone, that tight place that yearned to be touched was finally getting attention and she knew what was going to happen but how was she to deal with this?
“Ada...” Vel breathed, rising up on his knees, those horns now sticking several inches straight up out of his long blonde hair, strawberry red. Then he was kissing her, Vel's own, much more manageable dong rubbing where she was being stretched wide and Ada closed her eyes, welcoming this.
The shock was both fading and constant, her body growing more used to this, allowing what had taken Ada two hands to handle in. She tasted a familiar salty, dusky taste on Velyn's tongue and held onto him for support, for sanity. Libby was still telling her she was doing great and Ada felt great, fucking fine in fact as she was very slowly fucking Libby. Even if time and place lost all meaning, she was going to indulge in what Libby was offering!
It was a tight fit, of course it was! At some point Ada had grasped Vel's butt and it was damn fine to be able to grab hold after seeing finely toned, heart shaped ass squeezed in so many outfits. And Velyn was kissing her, humping away with that little prick of his and Ada squeezed his ass, the expression that crossed his still absolutely feminine features one that almost made her laugh.
“Come on.” She said and Libby, breathing hard, pulled Ada down until that dick impacted something that didn't yield inside her. “GGNNHHH!” Rising slightly until that pressure let up, Ada gasped, looking to Velyn for answers but he was busy jacking it, panting as he watched them.
Any chance to speak was gone, Ada was riding Libidine now, rising and falling at her own pace, gasping and calling out each time Libby went all the way in. Nothing in her life compared to this, the good thing she had helped make happen and now Ada was so full, so fucking hot in the glances she saw in the mirror. Velyn was beside her, taking care of himself and that wasn't fair, Ada could do more for him.
“Get, get...” Ada said, pausing in minute motions as she gasped, trying to get her thoughts out before the English language fled her once more. She was already so full and lowering until that deep place was impacted once more, Ada shuddered. Mouth moving in a silent prayer, her eyes raised to the infinite dark above as nameless, annihilating pleasure burned with an intensity that was going to reduce her to ashes. “Ah! Ahh... Fuck me.” She growled to a startled Velyn, trying to hold on and not give into the demands of her body, to speak instead of scream with desire.
There was no chance Velyn could turn down that offer but actually joining in instead of watching Libby be buried deep in Ada was proving to be difficult. “Come on...” A whine from Ada and Vel knew she wasn't going to last much longer, through no fault of her own. So Velyn leaning in until he felt Libby's heat and Ada's wetness, finding there wasn't much room in her packed pussy left for him.
“Come on!” Ada demanded and Vel wanted to tell her as hot as this idea was, it wasn't going to happen but Libby spoke up.
“Go on and try Velyn.” That smile came out once, drawing his attention away from Ada's lost in passion tosses of her head and moans. “You aren't that big, right? I think Ada can handle just a little more.” Velyn shuddered as Ada glanced down at her, eyes widening as she smiled.
“Mmm, you do have a cute little dick...” Ada said and Vel groaned, arms going weak as he found her words to ignite something within him. “Now give it to me.” She leaned back, Velyn brushing her heat, then Libby's and he thrust blindly to no result. Then he pressed his erection to Libby's, feeling just how much bigger she was than him and shuddered once more, aware he was leaking and painfully turned on.
“Are you in yet? Cause I don't feel anything.” He cried out in a voice lacked offense but was pure enjoyment, finding that his size wasn't something to be ashamed of as that emotion didn't exist there. Only light, fleeting brushes of embarrassment that couldn't take root. Reaching down, Vel grabbed hold of his manhood and, trying to ignore how good the gloves felt, guided himself to where Libidine had parted those rosy pink lips wide.
Trembling, Velyn pressed the tip of what was lacking in length or girth under Ada's red peak and, so very slowly, applied pressure. He made a low, gasping sound as his cute little dick slid on Libby's wet monster and was engulfed into a wet heat that had no compare.
“So small...” Ada moaned, gripping Velyn's ass tighter, grinning down at him with a savagery never before displayed. But he rammed all he had into her, getting a gasp and desperate panting as Ada's beauty was worthy of a painting, color high and expression balanced between longing and wrath.
“Fuck me!”
Vel obeyed, pumping his hips, balls in contact with what dwarfed him as he dove into Ada over and over again. His moans were mingling with Ada's and there was no question, Velyn was going to go over the edge, he was so close and she felt so good and oh fuck, oh
“FUCK!” Ada screamed, unable to move but Libby was thrusting along with Velyn, she had both of them in her, fucking them both and-
“Nyyhhh!” Velyn didn't stop, stopping was impossible and that elevation was growing, he was going to-
End. One moment Ada existed then she ended as the eruption of something so primal and furious that to call it pleasure was mockery. That deep impact Libidine provided caused for that obliteration of all over emotions, senses, place and self to radiate outward, consuming all of Ada's being. She didn't hear the roars of the crowd or her own screams, missed Velyn's almost pained expression and the small offering he gave her before pulling out. All Ada knew was that apex of sex, the small death which erased who had been before and left only Ada, enraptured and exhausted.
Falling backwards, Vel managed to get upright enough to watch Libby lift Ada as if she was nothing and lay her down. Thick streams of a glowing pink-purple liquid were still dripping from Libby's cock and from Ada's sex, completely covering up the load he'd blown in her.
“I hope you enjoyed yourself.” Libby said to him, those heavy bangs still hiding her eyes but he didn't care about that anymore. All he wanted was one last taste and crawling over to where Libby was took effort but she was worth it. The shadows were growing, consuming the stage, stretching out to infinity as Vel opened wide to find out what exactly Libby's orgasm tasted like. There was still plenty of saltiness to her but a sweetness that wasn't natural, yet pleasing. “Ahh, you really do love this, don't you?” Velyn answered by taking as much of her as possible in his mouth, tasting plenty of Ada as well while said woman's breath carried on, slow and peaceful.
“Take care of her.” Libby said before patting Vel on the cheek, a glance at the mirror showing his horns were at least six inches long and resembled slender bull horns. But the constant that had been the crowd was gone and all that remained was the bed, drifting in an ocean of shadows as Velyn laid beside Ada. Her arms wrapped about him and pulled Ada close, the heat radiating off her enough for him to close his eyes and join her in slumber. Libby too, closed her eyes and all went dark, Ada and Velyn flickering back under the ever watchful dark eyes of Audrey Hepburn.
Ada snuggled up closer to Velyn, hearing something fall off the bed but she gave it no mind, couldn't. Instead she fell into the deepest reaches of sleep and remained there, her very generous bust slightly pressed up to Vel's flat chest as they slumbered together while rain gently fell to the pavement and windows outside.
Meanwhile, the corset Velyn had bought for a steal remained on the floor, unlatched and inviting, willing to give an intimate embrace to anyone who wanted one, along with a trip to where Libidine sleeps.
And unlike a certain other sleeping eldritch being, Libidine wakes easily and always ensures her guests are taken care of before they leave. Some return for more and Libidine always, always has more to offer. The question is: Is anyone stud enough to ride her more than once?
[[Later->Epilogue3]] “Don't hold back this time.” Ada commanded and Velyn didn't even get a chance to protest. “Your not going to hurt me! I'll stick a finger up your butt if I want you to stop.” Velyn, naked and conflicted about the orders he was given, just nodded as Ada slipped to her knees. She'd put on her set of devil horns that were too big, too detailed to be store bought Halloween prop but they looked great on her, especially during times like these.
Looking up at Vel, with his flat, pointy chest and meek expression, Ada took him by the flared hips and opened her lips just wide enough to allow him in. She moaned louder than his size inspired as Ada was always left wanting when blowing him normally. But, his pretty face screwed up in gasping pleasure, they'd found ways to make it work.
Taking her by the back of the head, Velyn pumped his hips gently, Ada moaning as her lips mushed on his smooth pubic plain. Her hands moved around to his ass and squeezed, hard, pulling him closer. So he gave another thrust, Ada's muffled cry pleased, eyes closing in bliss.
This had become the new normal, Ada blowing, using her boobs or otherwise fucking Velyn at least once a day. If Ada wasn't fulfilled by the night's activities then Vel would break out his vibrator and that always got results, usually of the screaming sort.
Now fucking Ada's face, still not going to hard but a touch rougher than last night, Velyn grunted as her tongue was edging him closer to that slight ruination she was so good at summoning forth. Ada, with her bra size confirmed at 38EE and ass having already ripped a pair of yoga pants right down the middle, was a bonefided babe who looked to Vel to make sure she looked her best. And he took that responsibility seriously, using his limited budget to deck her out with jeans and skirts, tops and underwear and Ada took it all off for him.
Teasing herself with a finger, Ada kneaded Vel's still very girlish ass as he fucked her, still not hard enough but an improvement. His desperate gasping and moaning made up for his lack of size and Vel's skill with make up and fashion meant Ada was at her best whenever she went out, usually with him. Plus, Vel's jeans still fit him and she delighted in seeing guys watch when they walked by, checking both of them out when one was a guy with a great ass.
Velyn clutched the back of Ada's head and cried out, his small sack churning as he let loose and Ada moaned, lips curving into a smile about him. He shuddered, legs wanting to drop him to the floor as Ada swallowed and rose, just as tall as he was, her bare breasts divine on his chest as Ada moved in for a kiss.
In the low light of an evening wet with rain and bodily fluids, Ada and Vel kissed as a full moon emerged from behind billowing clouds, shining light into the room, silvery smooth as they gazed in to each others eyes. Then Ada pushed Velyn to the bed and her thick thighs were on either side of him, both of them knowing what came next.
As it turns out, both of them indeed came.
ENDING 3 – Beauty and the Boi (set: $LT to it + 1)
[[See what else could have been->Preamble]] “Are you sure? It's pouring outside!” Adam said, pointing to the windows that let in barely any light at all but instead showcased his point as they were being pelted by rain.
“Yeah, well, it's the best pizza in town but their drivers keep getting robbed so it's just easier to grab it myself.” Lyn said, heading to her room while tucking her phone in a back pocket, a motion he'd seen her do at least a hundred times and he'd watched most of them. And he still felt guilty about it too. “Oh yeah! I got something to show off once I get back!” Lyn returned to the darkened living room and tossed something at the couch with a crinkle of plastic that nearly caused him to drop the controller. “I'll model it once I get back, assuming I'm not all fat and sassy after pizza.” Drawing her hood up, Lyn winked at him or was it just a trick of the deepening shadows?
And with that, she was gone, leaving Adam on the couch with Lyn's prize. Closer inspection revealed it was a black and deep green corset wrapped in plastic and he paused the game for a closer inspection. Lyn had shown off plenty of outfits to him and he offered truthful feedback, only after she promised not to end him for providing such a service.
This though... Adam set the controller aside and reached over, not to touch the corset but rather to... What? What else was he going to do? Even just laying on the couch deflated it had a level of elegance and class that Adam could never aspire to. Without thinking, Adam, a scrawny stick who barely looked 18 but was 25, raised a hand over the corset.
Heat was rising off the beautiful piece of clothing, faint but very much real. Lowering his hand, Adam saw the shimmer of warmth coming off the corset and that heat was familiar, it reminded him of-
There was a pinprick of pain, small but bright, and Adam jerked his hand back on reflex with a grunt. Raising his palm to catch light from a nearby lamp, he saw a small bead of darkness stuck in like a splinter and it was growing, squirming outward.
Standing, Adam made a fist and hurried to the kitchen, to wash whatever gunk or bug had jumped up from Lyn's infested corset but now heat was growing in his hand, heat of the sort which had been rising and was still so very known to him.
Panting now, Adam flipped on the kitchen light and stuck his hand under the facet, opening his fingers and pausing in turning on the water. The tendrils of darkness he'd seen were now lace and it covered his palm, the underlying hand slightly different. Or not? It tingled but the pain had been fleeting, this not feeling so bad but kinda... Nice?
“No...” He moaned, reached for the invasive, improbable material now clinging to him. All he had to do was rip this off, toss it in the trash or just launch it out the window and never think about this again!
'Just like getting rid of a splinter' He thought and dug his fingers into the lace, trying to ignore how good that felt as he pulled. But while the dark lace had give, it wouldn't tear and Adam growling, casting about for a pair of scissors or a knife to cut this shit loose. But that slight tingle was in both of his hands now and he watched helplessly as lace began spreading over his right hand now too.
Flexing his now completely covered palm, Adam found he still could move it just fine but the stuff wasn't stopping, now moving up his wrist and it's advance reminded him of wildfire footage, how that burning line reduced everything behind it into darkness. There was no fire here, only a slight sensation that wasn't bad, not at all but-
“This is fucking insane!” Adam shouted, turning his hands over and finding he was wearing fancy fingerless gloves and attempting to remove them failed. He nearly facepalmed but stopped, panic ripping into his thoughts at the idea of this stuff covering his face-
“It won't.” He muttered, right hand on the counter and the left falling to his side where it brushed his loose shorts. “I don't know how I know that but it won't.” That knowledge from nowhere didn't put him at ease and Adam just stood there, face vacant aside from the flicker of what might have been a smile for nearly a minute, aware of the heat and marching lace moving up his skinny arms.
Only a bloom of that same pleasing awareness in his left thigh brought him back and Adam gave a strangled shout upon looking. His shorts were being eaten away, dissolving and the bare skin underneath was changing, the light, slight hair also disappearing. Then another flowering of darkness on his skin and Adam grabbed at it, wincing at sudden pain and it was then he found his fingernails were growing. And, as if someone was painting them, he witnessed a slash of deep green on his pointer finger, then another and another.
“Oh no.” Adam moaned for so many reasons, one of which being the sudden, appalling powerful erection he now had. “No no no...” Whimpering that out, he stumbled back, watching as the left leg of his short was almost completely eaten away and a dark stocking was taking shape there. He wanted to deny this, refute that he was enjoying this but-
A memory of Lyn looking great in a pencil skirt and a white button up shirt, with glasses and her hair pulled back extect a few strands falling down about her face. Of her looking so damn happy and hot and she'd smiled at him before asking if he wanted a make over and Adam had said 'no'. She hadn't laughed but just said 'Okay.' in a soft, gentle tone he couldn't unhear. Every time he saw his reflection Adam wanted to call Lyn and ask her to fix this, his face and body he'd ended up with. It wasn't right, it needed fixing but how could she possibly make anything fit him right when he was a stick, a fucking flat pole that he hated hated HATED!
“Shhh...” A voice jolted Adam back to reality, away from one of his biggest regrets. He almost wiped his face and saw the gloves about both hands, how each one of his nails were now a green so deep it might as well be black. His shorts falling down about his feet made him jump, the waistband having been eaten away on the left side. His boxers were off too, his dick standing in the open air of Lyn's kitchen, a scene so absurd Adam might have laughed if he wasn't convinced he was losing his mind.
“I'm only giving you want you want.” A female voice said, the voice reaching him from above, below, the rain streaked windows, everywhere.
“What?!” He shouted as that tingling grew in his now almost fulled covered leg, heat flaring and a moan came from his lips at the rising pleasure that refused to be ignored. Hands clutching the counter and so hard but unable to touch himself, Adam saw his left leg was now far more shapely than before, his thigh now having curves that benefit the stocking about it, equally dark as the fingernail polish and with a sheen of green where the light danced over it.
“Wha-?!” Now his loose fitting shirt was starting to bid farewell, it had better places to be than here and Adam grabbed hold of the slowly unraveling bottom and yanked it off, letting the tatters fall to the floor.
“That's right, embrace it, those desires you've buried.” The voice spoke and Adam wanted to tell that sultry voice to shut up, he was going insane and didn't need some imaginary fucker talking with him while he was hallucinating so vividly. “Why is it when your most precious dreams are coming true your first reaction is to deny it? To insist you are insane? Why not enjoy it?”
“Because this isn't how the world works!” is what Adam wanted to shout but a growing blotch of deep forest green was growing on his hip and that tingle was setting in, now more of an itch and he moaned, butt sticking out and head down, as he convulsed. His hips were growing, that had to be what this was and Adam was close to blowing his load but something was creeping over his crotch, tight and slinky and he couldn't watch, not when his too long nails were scrabbling at the counter, when the itch was setting in on the right side of his waist now. Not when his bare left foot was being enveloped in a stocking and then something harder was forming around it, not when he felt so heavy!
Even panting and staring at the floor Adam was struck by the odd idea that Lyn's apartment was a set for some shitty sitcom and everything was fake, constructed from balsa wood and he, being the only real thing here, was going to take a step and fall though the floor. Looking up, Adam saw he'd been wrong, the shadows were very much real, engulfing the living room, hiding away the false couch, table and TV. And the windows still showed rain and weak light but Adam thought he'd caught someone watching from outside even with this place being on the third floor.
Shuddering, Adam stood upright and looked down at the mismatch that was now his body. A silky pair of panties was forming over and around his erection, the feeling divine and he finally gave in. Taking hold of his cock, Adam gave it a few strokes and cried out, the green panties only elevating what he did almost every night. He was changing, the very thing Lyn had offered and now Adam was burning with it, the heart of an inferno and he didn't care if this was insanity anymore! It felt good, right, a correction of a mistake and he whacked it, feeling his ass jiggle from his efforts, something it had never done before.
Adam, far beyond driven, wiped sweat from his forehead and paused, only aware of what he'd done after doing it. “Fuck it!” He growled and ran his lace adorned hand down his face and to the flat, scrawny chest, letting it rest there until the flare of heat took hold.
“That's right...” The female voice encouraged and Adam shivered, finding the hold on his dick was tenuous as the panties were tightening about him, forcing his urgent need down when he needed to get off! Falling forward but catching himself with palms on the counter, didn't want to break a nail, Adam found that his left foot was forming a high heel, the fancy kind that strapped about the ankle. But the stocking hadn't fully grown over his right leg and standing was awkward with this mismatch and so, with a surge of naughty pleasure, he rubbed his bare foot against the clothed one and instantly that clingy stocking was growing about him.
Unable to jack off, Adam had to settle for rubbing himself, desperate enough to do so even with his balance fucked, this while situation was fucked but what did he care anymore? Adam was getting the impossible and if that required things being fucked then fuck it! There was a slight 'tick' of a woman's high heel hitting the tile floor and Adam leaned forward on his toes to let them finish growing.
His chest was fire and something was growing about him there. Adam's face itched madly but all he could do was furiously rub his fingers against the hardness trapped within the panties that weren't done, he felt lace grow over their surface while his hips pulsed with the fires of change. And he, the person who'd been given the name of Adam at birth along with the identity of male, nearly collapsed at the sudden pressure in his chest, it felt so damn tight there but slowly, there was give.
Getting his balance with twin 'clacks', he stood upright and found himself inches taller than before. That queer weight, of being so heavy as to crash through the floor remained even while he stood on heels. Stepping now had sound and he, who no longer wanted his birth name he'd had no say in, liked that very much. It was the sound of authority, one he'd never possessed before.
Moving away from the counter, his face shown with a smile, those imperfections he'd frown at all gone now. Instead the person who had been Adam was now adorned with green eye shadow and black lipstick that worked with their feminine beauty perfectly. Legs clad in stockings that looked damn good with just that walked them back and forth along the narrow kitchen, the beauty smiling at the sound and sway just a simple motion now possessed. A corset, twin to what lay on the couch, was creating itself about their nude torso and the growth of breasts continued while they walked.
What had previously been of so much attention and importance to Adam was now a barely noticeable bump on the front of those rich panties, no longer hard and still burning with change. They reached back and took hold of their own ass, a sigh of contentment coming from colored lips at feeling the heft there, weight that hadn't existed before.
Who stood there had hips more than twice as wide as what Ada used to boast, with an ass wobbled slightly with each step that the heels only enhanced and a rack that wasn't done but still felt huge, glorious.
Standing in the kitchen, the stunning lingerie model nodded and closed emerald eyes, letting that weight settle over them. And while they were aware of falling, all any observer could see was a beautiful woman falling through the floor.
Adam was gone and who had risen in his place was too, gone. For now.
[[Next->Overgrowth2]] And Lyn was looking over a sea of shadowed people, all of them looking up at her, expectant. They watched, waiting and Lyn didn't know what they wanted, in this place of darkness and familiarity. A quick look around showed she was standing at the end of a runway, where models paused to pose before strutting their stuff back down the way. But there were no spotlights on her, no music, none of the excitement or glamour a place like this should have.
Instead there was only the press of so many waiting people, all of them just watching as Lyn stood there in her velvet gloves, tight skirt and corset. Above it all, Lyn felt utterly alone.
Slinky dark curtains that were constantly in motion on the edges of her vision provided no answers or solace. Lyn knew she wasn't providing what those down there wanted and she was being deprived as well. Here, on the darkened walkway, truths were bubbling up from within, those dark desires mingling with the low light ambiance of the place.
“No reason to worry about them.” A female voice said from behind Lyn, cracking slightly, as if the speaker had just awoken. “They'll come around when you get what you want.” There was a sultry edge to the mystery woman's voice, Lyn finding she wanted to hear more.
“Okay?” Lyn said, wanting some acknowledgment that she was all dolled up and looking her best. She wasn't hot enough to be a model, had never seriously considered it, but even when growing up on the family's farm, Lyn had always found deep satisfaction in wearing what limited slinky, sexy clothes she had. Adam, who she'd met in college, gave her encouragement and support when she showed off outfits and for that she was so very thankful. Arrogant or not, Lyn had gotten used to turning heads and earning praise for looking good and this crowd with it's stifling silence was effecting her negatively.
“But I'm dressed?” She said in a small, hurt voice. This was her best outfit, with what would have been thousands of dollars in jewelry pairing with the corset and gloves so well! What more could Lyn want to appease all those faceless out there, still watching in silence?
“True but you are still wanting. Aren't you?” That sleepy sexy voice said and Lyn nodded, those secret stories and videos she watched in the dead of night stronger in her memories, climbing out of that well without her permission. "I can answer those questions and make sure your never left wanting after your boyfriend's blown his load and gone to sleep." That sultry voice offered, far more aware and Lyn said 'yes'. How could she not? Moving to the city and changing her fashion sense had increased the number of guys hitting on her but none of them were able to get Lyn all the way there.
Then the kind stranger was right behind Lyn, close enough she could smell perfume; sunset and roses. Inhaling that heady mix, Lyn sighed when the stranger hugged her from behind, very generous breasts pressing against the back of her head and those strong arms were a comfort. Then the very tall stranger ran her hands up Lyn's figure before cupping the front of the corset, a tingling heat bloom ghtere that reminded her of certain types of lube and something else, a sensation long gone. But there was no remembering, not when the audience was beginning to stir and Lyn knew a woman was now feeling her up.
“You've always known what you've wanted and now, I can make it so." Then she leaned in, voice lowering as the Stranger breathed in Lyn's ear. "Now you will find out how true all those stories are." Lyn moaned, the sound painfully needy and all those in the crowd cheered as The Stranger's hands kept moving, caressing her hips and breasts, that warm tingling increasing. Whistles and catcalls came from the assembled mass of people when The Stranger crept one of her hands to the front of Lyn's skirt, teasing it up until that tender touch dipped into her panties.
"Just a... Little more" The Stranger said and Lyn cried out as a finger slipped into her before rubbing that slightest bit of hardness she had down there.
“That's right, enjoy it.” A murmur that Lyn almost missed, her sex was so hot and sensitive but not hard like when she used her vibrator. The excited murmur from the crowd was background noise as Lyn burned, burned so sweetly. The Stranger was running a finger over here sex while another pressed just hard enough that Lyn cried out again. She was so hot and that slight tingle was maddening, growing stronger, moving deeper as the Stranger kept her talented hands busy. The corset was so tight about her, The Stranger's body so solid and firm against her back, that being the only thing keeping Lyn on her feet as she had no strength left. All those stories she'd found of guys surrendering their masculinity and finding a place between genders, both male and female, flickered into her scattered thoughts. Images of pictures snapped of pretty people showing their progress or posing with confidence in various states of undress that showed so much and yet so little all at once.
“Do you feel it?” The stranger purred and yes, oh God yes she did! A cheer from so many shadowed figures went up as that tingle flared in between her legs and Lyn thrashed her head side to side as new sensations were visited upon her. Skirt hiked up to her hips and panties falling down, Lyn knew what had been so small and easily ignored wasn't so any more. She was more now even if Lyn couldn't explain it right then, too lost in The Stranger's touch. Heat remained in her chest; yet burned in her crotch but the wetness there was different now, all was different now.
“That's right...” Sultry and sexy, The Stranger rubbed where Lyn had changed with a finger and there was pleasure in her touch but none that she had ever felt before. "Let me know how good it feels to finally have your wish come true." Then two fingers took hold of Lyn down there and she moaned, legs buckling but The Stranger caught her. She, this so very kind Stranger, was moving her fingers back and forth in a familiar manner that wasn't for the sort of person she was...
Or had been. As what Lyn was feeling wasn't like the orgasms she'd earned before, this was rising faster, foreign in it's texture but not intent. Lyn's hips bucked forward, hips that had been caressed, and she screamed as torrents of awe and wonder tore through her. Standing on a darkened stage, Lyn jerked and shuddered as her orgasm rained down on those closest, who cheered, all of them were so happy for her and they should be, she felt so fucking good right now!
“Make sure you and your friend return.”
A look into a potential future but now it's time to return...
[[Go back->Interlude1]] And Lyn was looking over a sea of shadowed people, all of them looking up at her, expectant. They watched, waiting and Lyn didn't know what they wanted, in this place of darkness and familiarity. A quick look around showed she was standing at the end of a runway, where models paused to pose before strutting their stuff back down the way. But there were no spotlights on her, no music, none of the excitement or glamour a place like this should have.
Instead there was only the press of so many waiting people, all of them just watching as Lyn stood there in her velvet gloves, tight skirt and corset. Above it all, Lyn felt utterly alone.
Slinky dark curtains that were constantly in motion on the edges of her vision provided no answers or solace. Lyn knew she wasn't providing what those down there wanted and she was being deprived as well. Here, on the darkened walkway, truths were bubbling up from within, those dark desires mingling with the low light ambiance of the place.
“No reason to worry about them.” A female voice said from behind Lyn, cracking slightly, as if the speaker had just awoken. “They'll come around when you get what you want.” There was a sultry edge to the mystery woman's voice, Lyn finding she wanted to hear more.
“Okay?” Lyn said, wanting some acknowledgment that she was all dolled up and looking her best. She wasn't hot enough to be a model, had never seriously considered it, but even when growing up on the family's farm, Lyn had always found deep satisfaction in wearing what limited slinky, sexy clothes she had. Adam, who she'd met in college, gave her encouragement and support when she showed off outfits and for that she was so very thankful. Arrogant or not, Lyn had gotten used to turning heads and earning praise for looking good and this crowd with it's stifling silence was effecting her negatively.
“But I'm dressed?” She said in a small, hurt voice. This was her best outfit, with what would have been thousands of dollars in jewelry pairing with the corset and gloves so well! What more could Lyn want to appease all those faceless out there, still watching in silence?
“True but you are still wanting. Aren't you?” That sleepy sexy voice said and Lyn nodded, those secret stories and videos she watched in the dead of night stronger in her memories, climbing out of that well without her permission. "I can answer those questions and make sure your never left wanting after your boyfriend's blown his load and gone to sleep." That sultry voice offered, far more aware and Lyn said 'yes'. How could she not? Moving to the city and changing her fashion sense had increased the number of guys hitting on her but none of them were able to get Lyn all the way there.
Then the kind stranger was right behind Lyn, close enough she could smell perfume; sunset and roses. Inhaling that heady mix, Lyn sighed when the stranger hugged her from behind, very generous breasts pressing against the back of her head and those strong arms were a comfort. Then the very tall stranger ran her hands up Lyn's figure before cupping the front of the corset, a tingling heat bloom ghtere that reminded her of certain types of lube and something else, a sensation long gone. But there was no remembering, not when the audience was beginning to stir and Lyn knew a woman was now feeling her up.
“You've always known what you've wanted and now, I can make it so." Then she leaned in, voice lowering as the Stranger breathed in Lyn's ear. "Now you will find out how true all those stories are." Lyn moaned, the sound painfully needy and all those in the crowd cheered as The Stranger's hands kept moving, caressing her hips and breasts, that warm tingling increasing. Whistles and catcalls came from the assembled mass of people when The Stranger crept one of her hands to the front of Lyn's skirt, teasing it up until that tender touch dipped into her panties.
"Just a... Little more" The Stranger said and Lyn cried out as a finger slipped into her before rubbing that slightest bit of hardness she had down there.
“That's right, enjoy it.” A murmur that Lyn almost missed, her sex was so hot and sensitive but not hard like when she used her vibrator. The excited murmur from the crowd was background noise as Lyn burned, burned so sweetly. The Stranger was running a finger over here sex while another pressed just hard enough that Lyn cried out again. She was so hot and that slight tingle was maddening, growing stronger, moving deeper as the Stranger kept her talented hands busy. The corset was so tight about her, The Stranger's body so solid and firm against her back, that being the only thing keeping Lyn on her feet as she had no strength left. All those stories she'd found of guys surrendering their masculinity and finding a place between genders, both male and female, flickered into her scattered thoughts. Images of pictures snapped of pretty people showing their progress or posing with confidence in various states of undress that showed so much and yet so little all at once.
“Do you feel it?” The stranger purred and yes, oh God yes she did! A cheer from so many shadowed figures went up as that tingle flared in between her legs and Lyn thrashed her head side to side as new sensations were visited upon her. Skirt hiked up to her hips and panties falling down, Lyn knew what had been so small and easily ignored wasn't so any more. She was more now even if Lyn couldn't explain it right then, too lost in The Stranger's touch. Heat remained in her chest; yet burned in her crotch but the wetness there was different now, all was different now.
“That's right...” Sultry and sexy, The Stranger rubbed where Lyn had changed with a finger and there was pleasure in her touch but none that she had ever felt before. "Let me know how good it feels to finally have your wish come true." Then two fingers took hold of Lyn down there and she moaned, legs buckling but The Stranger caught her. She, this so very kind Stranger, was moving her fingers back and forth in a familiar manner that wasn't for the sort of person she was...
Or had been. As what Lyn was feeling wasn't like the orgasms she'd earned before, this was rising faster, foreign in it's texture but not intent. Lyn's hips bucked forward, hips that had been caressed, and she screamed as torrents of awe and wonder tore through her. Standing on a darkened stage, Lyn jerked and shuddered as her orgasm rained down on those closest, who cheered, all of them were so happy for her and they should be, she felt so fucking good right now!
“Make sure you and your friend return.” And Lyn was looking over a sea of shadowed people, all of them looking up at her, expectant. They watched, waiting and Lyn didn't know what they wanted, in this place of darkness and familiarity. A quick look around showed she was standing at the end of a runway, where models paused to pose before strutting their stuff back down the way. But there were no spotlights on her, no music, none of the excitement or glamour a place like this should have.
Instead there was only the press of so many waiting people, all of them just watching as Lyn stood there in her velvet gloves, tight skirt and corset. Above it all, Lyn felt utterly alone.
Slinky dark curtains that were constantly in motion on the edges of her vision provided no answers or solace. Lyn knew she wasn't providing what those down there wanted and she was being deprived as well. Here, on the darkened walkway, truths were bubbling up from within, those dark desires mingling with the low light ambiance of the place.
“No reason to worry about them.” A female voice said from behind Lyn, cracking slightly, as if the speaker had just awoken. “They'll come around when you get what you want.” There was a sultry edge to the mystery woman's voice, Lyn finding she wanted to hear more.
“Okay?” Lyn said, wanting some acknowledgment that she was all dolled up and looking her best. She wasn't hot enough to be a model, had never seriously considered it, but even when growing up on the family's farm, Lyn had always found deep satisfaction in wearing what limited slinky, sexy clothes she had. Adam, who she'd met in college, gave her encouragement and support when she showed off outfits and for that she was so very thankful. Arrogant or not, Lyn had gotten used to turning heads and earning praise for looking good and this crowd with it's stifling silence was effecting her negatively.
“But I'm dressed?” She said in a small, hurt voice. This was her best outfit, with what would have been thousands of dollars in jewelry pairing with the corset and gloves so well! What more could Lyn want to appease all those faceless out there, still watching in silence?
“True but you are still wanting. Aren't you?” That sleepy sexy voice said and Lyn nodded, those secret stories and videos she watched in the dead of night stronger in her memories, climbing out of that well without her permission. "I can answer those questions and make sure your never left wanting after your boyfriend's blown his load and gone to sleep." That sultry voice offered, far more aware and Lyn said 'yes'. How could she not? Moving to the city and changing her fashion sense had increased the number of guys hitting on her but none of them were able to get Lyn all the way there.
Then the kind stranger was right behind Lyn, close enough she could smell perfume; sunset and roses. Inhaling that heady mix, Lyn sighed when the stranger hugged her from behind, very generous breasts pressing against the back of her head and those strong arms were a comfort. Then the very tall stranger ran her hands up Lyn's figure before cupping the front of the corset, a tingling heat bloom ghtere that reminded her of certain types of lube and something else, a sensation long gone. But there was no remembering, not when the audience was beginning to stir and Lyn knew a woman was now feeling her up.
“You've always known what you've wanted and now, I can make it so." Then she leaned in, voice lowering as the Stranger breathed in Lyn's ear. "Now you will find out how true all those stories are." Lyn moaned, the sound painfully needy and all those in the crowd cheered as The Stranger's hands kept moving, caressing her hips and breasts, that warm tingling increasing. Whistles and catcalls came from the assembled mass of people when The Stranger crept one of her hands to the front of Lyn's skirt, teasing it up until that tender touch dipped into her panties.
"Just a... Little more" The Stranger said and Lyn cried out as a finger slipped into her before rubbing that slightest bit of hardness she had down there.
“That's right, enjoy it.” A murmur that Lyn almost missed, her sex was so hot and sensitive but not hard like when she used her vibrator. The excited murmur from the crowd was background noise as Lyn burned, burned so sweetly. The Stranger was running a finger over here sex while another pressed just hard enough that Lyn cried out again. She was so hot and that slight tingle was maddening, growing stronger, moving deeper as the Stranger kept her talented hands busy. The corset was so tight about her, The Stranger's body so solid and firm against her back, that being the only thing keeping Lyn on her feet as she had no strength left. All those stories she'd found of guys surrendering their masculinity and finding a place between genders, both male and female, flickered into her scattered thoughts. Images of pictures snapped of pretty people showing their progress or posing with confidence in various states of undress that showed so much and yet so little all at once.
“Do you feel it?” The stranger purred and yes, oh God yes she did! A cheer from so many shadowed figures went up as that tingle flared in between her legs and Lyn thrashed her head side to side as new sensations were visited upon her. Skirt hiked up to her hips and panties falling down, Lyn knew what had been so small and easily ignored wasn't so any more. She was more now even if Lyn couldn't explain it right then, too lost in The Stranger's touch. Heat remained in her chest; yet burned in her crotch but the wetness there was different now, all was different now.
“That's right...” Sultry and sexy, The Stranger rubbed where Lyn had changed with a finger and there was pleasure in her touch but none that she had ever felt before. "Let me know how good it feels to finally have your wish come true." Then two fingers took hold of Lyn down there and she moaned, legs buckling but The Stranger caught her. She, this so very kind Stranger, was moving her fingers back and forth in a familiar manner that wasn't for the sort of person she was...
Or had been. As what Lyn was feeling wasn't like the orgasms she'd earned before, this was rising faster, foreign in it's texture but not intent. Lyn's hips bucked forward, hips that had been caressed, and she screamed as torrents of awe and wonder tore through her. Standing on a darkened stage, Lyn jerked and shuddered as her orgasm rained down on those closest, who cheered, all of them were so happy for her and they should be, she felt so fucking good right now!
“Make sure you and your friend return.”
A look into a potential future but now it's time to return...
[[Go back->Interlude3]] "Hey, where is the rest of the story?!"
Good question Reader! Truth is, I don't know how to make it fit with the rest of the story! If you Readers have any idea, shoot me an email cause all I thought of was this scene of the corset overgrowing Adam and thought it sounded neat and hot.
I hope it was as good for you as if was for me! (set: $LT to it + 1)
[[Return->Preamble]] Hey there, welcome! Congrats for finding this place! So, first things first, I hope you enjoyed the story!
The main issue being I'm burned out quite badly and need a break away from Ada and Velyn, as absense makes the heart grow fonder after all. If you, Reader, have any ideas or suggestions, feel free to email them to me at Blargenwarken@gmail.com and I'll hopefully respond.
And here is a future to do list as I know there are issues that still need to be worked out:
-Editing Pass for A1 Route, making Adam more meek in Shared scene.
-Finish E2 Routes.
-Figure out what to do with A2 Route
-Find out what to do with Overgrowth scene
-And so much else my fried brain can't figure out!
Thank you Reader for making it this far and I wish you all the best.
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