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Jill's Magical Boobs - Part 2
🕑 Added 2020-12-07 06:21:28 +0000 UTCI woke when the alarm sounded, and sighed heavily. I was tired; the new feelings had kept me from getting a good night's rest. Jenny stirred behind me, and wrapped her arm around me. "Good morning," she said with a smile.
"Morning." There didn't seem to be much good about feeling so tired and being a man with boobs.
Jenny moved her hand and began to caress the boobs. Instantly, the nipples began to harden as the enticing pleasure flowed again.
I grasped Jenny's hand. "Isn't six times enough?"
Jenny retracted her hand. "Are we mister grumpy this morning?" She sounded a bit hurt.
I sighed. "It's not anything you've done. It's just that, well, I didn't sleep very well last night, and I've still got tits, and I have to go to work"
"I guess that would make me grumpy, too," Jenny answered softly.
I heaved myself to sitting on the edge of the bed, one hand clasped across the boobs to stop the swaying and jiggling, and then I lurched upright.
I learned a few very important lessons that morning - important, that is, for women. The spray from a shower can hurt tits. And putting on a bra is definitely an acquired skill. Finally, whatever magic Cheri had used had gotten to all my clothes. Each and every shirt had a dart in it, just like a woman's blouse, to accommodate the bustline. Even my suit jackets were altered. I sighed as I dressed; I sincerely hoped that this was a one-night joke Cheri was pulling.
Even after three cups of coffee, my eyes refused to stay open.
Cheri, on the other hand, came in all smiles and bubbling with cheer. "Good morning," she sang sweetly as she bounded into the office.
"Morning," I muttered without even a hint of enthusiasm.
Cheri picked up on my mood. "Oh, did somebody not sleep well last night?" She sounded a bit condescending.
I frowned. "Come on, Cheri. You know I didn't. Not with these." I cupped the tits, "hanging on my chest." She was trying hard not to laugh out loud, and I thought she might hurt herself. "A joke is a joke. Okay?"
Cheri looked at me, then she grinned. A quick wave, and the balloons on her chest inflated. As soon as I saw that, I glanced down and saw that my chest was restored to normal. I let out a big sigh of relief.
"But you have to admit that it was interesting," Cheri said coyly.
She was a lot closer to the truth than I would have liked to admit; the sensitivity of the tits had been a key to Jenny and my long night of lovemaking.
I looked down, knowing that my face was flushing red. "Uh, yeah. A bit."
Cheri grinned in triumph. "I knew you and Jenny would try them out."
She waited until I was looking at her in the eye, and I finally nodded.
"And you know that I've just got your curiosity going now, don't you."
I started at her comment. I had been wondering about other things off and on, and I realized suddenly that, even in my dreams last night, I'd been more curious than normal about other parts of a woman. That curiosity hadn't weakened since I woke up.
I glanced at her again, and saw her wave her hand. Another of her curious smiles was present. But I didn't notice anything different. She still had her boobs, and her body seemed normal.
Then Cheri dropped her hand to her lap, still smiling.
As a horrific thought rushed into my mind, I reached down, slowly, until my hand was resting on my crotch. I felt, and my eyes widened and my jaw dropped. My crotch was empty. I glanced up at Cheri, and saw her nodding, that stupid smile still on her face.
"You mean. I've got you." I could barely form the words.
"Box, snatch, pussy. Call it what you will. Yup, you've got it."
Again, I was dumbfounded, especially by the way she acted so nonchalant. "Why."
Cheri shrugged, still smiling. "Just for fun." She watched for several awkward seconds as I sat there, dumbfounded, confused beyond words. Then she shook her head as if surprised that she had to say anything. "Well, go on! Go ahead and give it a try!"
"A try?" I felt stupid, not knowing what she was implying.
She rolled her eyes, making me feel even more stupid. "Go to the bathroom and give it a try."
I felt my cheeks redden. She was taunting me; she knew, somehow, that after the first few minutes, curiosity was going to set in. The little exercise with her boobs last night had proven that. And she knew it. "I don't need to go" I turned back to my computer, trying to hide my shame as she chuckled to herself; I knew she was having a great joke at my expense.
Inside, I was torn. The thought of masturbating with her pussy was weird.
And yet, it was intriguing to me. I was curious; there was no denying that. And having had some experience watching girls and women having extended and, in some cases, nearly overwhelming orgasms, I'd have been lying if I said a part of me wasn't willing to give it a try. At the same time, it wasn't mine. It was Cheri's. As if that should have made a difference having a pussy, to begin with was definitely not normal; having someone else's was somehow worse?
Still, despite my hobby of watching Cheri, I never really did get too interested in what her body would be like in the sack. It was simple; I had Jenny, and that was enough. Watching Cheri, and a few other ladies, seemed more like watching a car race - sure, driving a Formula 1 car would be fun; it would also be suicidal insanity. That relegated it to the realm of a rare flight of fantasy - safe from the practical limits of life. I'd never really thought, apart
from once or twice, about taking Cheri's body for a spin.
Now I had the chance. Sort of. True, last night Jenny and I had taken her boobs for a test drive. So what was different? Maybe they just crossed my line of being too personal. Tits - well, they were rather prominently displayed all the time. But a snatch? And besides, what could Jenny and I do with that?
I fought hard to contain my humiliation. Cheri, on the other hand, was flaunting the change, reminding me that I was different downstairs. But I determined that I was not going to give in – I wasn't going to check out her equipment.
My resolve was tested within an hour. Did I mention the three cups of coffee I started the day with? Well, my bladder was screaming for relief. I glanced nervously and saw that Cheri seemed to be involved in reviewing some documents. I hoped my departure would not be noticed.
"Remember to sit," Cheri called sweetly without looking up from the monitor. So much for stealth.
I blushed again. It was a short walk to the bathroom, and then I made a quick check to see that both stalls were empty. Even though she claimed that no one would notice, I didn't want to take any chances. Not with a woman's sex between my legs and having to use the men's room.
Even with Cheri's admonition fresh on my mind, I headed for the urinal. I guess old habits really do die hard. As I started on the zipper, I remembered - mostly from the feeling of having neither dick nor balls in my empty underwear - that I couldn't pee standing up. Not until Cheri changed me back. I stepped into a stall and dropped my drawers.
There it was. Confirmation of what Cheri had said and I'd felt. In the place where my willy should have been was a vagina. Complete and totally female. No balls. No scrotum. No dick. I shuddered - a reaction that was both dread of getting my parts back and anticipation of learning what most boys wandered from the day they first learned that girls and boys really aren't the same.
I sat down, and then I got stumped. For a guy, urinating while sitting is usually part of another excretory function, and it's easy to control. Just point down between your legs, and then close the legs slightly to hold things pointing at the bowl. But this wasn't going to work like that. I spread my legs open and looked; it wasn't obvious at first glance where the pee even came out.
There was just too much skin in the way. I'd never really thought about how much skin it takes to make all the folds and tucks and parts of a pussy; now I did. Okay, so the pee comes out from near the top. Now what? There's no way to point to aim. What was I supposed to do - just let it go? And I immediately thought of what would happen if my legs were together - I'd be wet everywhere!
So I had to keep my legs spread apart to go. But what about the parts below the pee hole? Wouldn't those get all wet too? So what was I to do - try to lean forward to minimize their exposure?
All the while I was trying to understand the mechanics of going potty with a vagina, my bladder was complaining mightily about being overly full. Finally, I couldn't wait for anymore. I spread as wide as I could, tried to lean a bit. Then came another dilemma - what muscles control this process? Fortunately, it seemed to be wired the same - a bit of relaxation, and a fast stream spewed forth. I cringed - it didn't sound at all like a guy's peeing.
Instead, it was a fast, almost feminine sound. I knew that someone was going to burst in and hear the sound, and then open the door and see that I had a box!
Fortune smiled on me. No one else came into the can; I was able to finish in peace. And then I discovered a couple of other facts about women. Despite my precautions, I got a lot of parts wet. And as I tried to dry off, I understood why women insist on soft toilet paper.
It took all my willpower to just dry off and pull up my panties. Yes, Cheri had changed my underwear into panties at the same time she'd swapped groins with me. She'd chosen to wear a very lacy, frilly bikini panty, too. As if I weren't already embarrassed enough!
I managed to get my pants up without doing anything else, and then I slunk back to the office.
As I dreaded, Cheri was waiting for me. She made a show of glancing at the clock, then a look of disappointment crept across her features. "No sense of adventure?"
Burning with shame, I sat down at my computer.
After lunch, Cheri was in one of the 'upper management' meetings she had, when I had to pee again. This time, she wasn't needling me. Without her embarrassing comments, I felt a bit more relaxed. That was what clobbered my willpower. I didn't feel tense, nor watched. I went into the restroom and sat down (after making sure it was empty, of course). I relieved myself, and as I started to dry, I decided to give it a closer look.
It wasn't like I'd never seen a pussy before. The first one I clearly remembered was when I was fourteen. It's just that I now had a different perspective. So I looked more closely.
And I found it. The big IT. I wasn't really trying, but when I touched the clit, I shuddered - it felt so good. Okay, so that's what a woman feels when someone touches her sensitive spot. The left-brain analytical part of me did a point-by-point comparison. The sensations were at least as powerful as anything I'd had with my willy. But where those were focused in a rather external organ, these feelings seemed to radiate from the nub _into_ my body. The other big thing I noticed was that it took very little for me to start feeling warm and sweaty - inside!
Okay, at this point, I should have contained my curiosity and stopped. But after that one powerful tremor of a very nice feeling, my self-control abandoned me. I started to rub the clit more and was immediately rewarded with an ever-increasing level of excitement. It got hard to breathe regularly as the pleasure built; on and on I went, feeling myself getting hotter and wetter, and at the same time, completely unable to stop. On and on I went, getting closer and closer to whatever precipice of ecstasy this equipment was bringing me. And then it exploded - a burst of pure sexual energy, like a bomb within me. I whimpered involuntarily as I tried to control myself, but that was like holding back a raging river with a bucket. My entire body convulsed as my nerves carried wave after wave of pure primal pleasure between my groin and my brain.
I let the energy dissipate, just as I would with a male orgasm. It was over - a huge frenetic burst of passion. Then I touched myself again and found that it definitely wasn't over. Within seconds, another dam burst, and then another and yet another.
It was almost forty minutes later that I walked, weak-kneed, back into my office and slumped into my chair. I felt totally dazed, and I was shocked to see how much time had passed. And then again - it was probably the most intense sexual feeling I'd ever had, and certainly the longest.
A few minutes later, Cheri came into the office. She sat down and started to work, then turned slowly toward me.
I knew what was going to happen. I was sitting at the computer, and not doing anything. There was no clickety-click of keys, no tapping on the mouse buttons. Hell, I wasn't even touching the thing - just staring at it. It was obvious.
Cheri got a wry grin. "Anything interesting come up?" She glanced at me, and then down at her crotch. "Oh, yeah," she said as if remembering something, "you don't have anything to come up, do you?" She laughed at her own joke, and I felt my cheeks warm. "Well, anything interesting happens down there?"
I turned back to the computer screen. I could still feel the wonderful warmth in my crotch, a pleasant afterglow of the multiple orgasms I'd experienced, so it was hard to get angry.
Cheri smiled. "That's what I thought." She scooted her chair toward me and leaned closer. "To tell the truth, I checked out this equipment, too." She smiled. "Different. Not quite what I expected, but fun nevertheless."
Jenny was waiting for me at home. She glanced, half expectantly, when I came in, and for the briefest of seconds, I thought I saw disappointment on her face when she saw that I had no boobs.
She stopped work on the dish she was preparing and scampered across the kitchen to wrap me in a hug.
I know I flinched. This was, weird! Cheri was messing up my life, and there was nothing I could do about it. Jenny sensed my unease.
"Something wrong?" she asked hesitantly.
"Uh," I stammered, "you know how Cheri gave me her boobs?"
Jenny nodded, her face showing her confusion for a moment. Then her eyes widened in surprise. "She didn't!"
I blushed. "Uh-huh," I muttered, glancing down from shame.
Jenny's mouth dropped open, then a wry grin crept in. "So how does it compare?"
Holy shit, I thought. If she can take this with a sense of humor, then I'd better hang on to her. I felt my cheeks burn, and I'm sure my face was scarlet. "It's different."
Jenny smiled and wrapped me in a hug. "Well, I guess I'm not going to be seducing you tonight, then."
I hugged her tightly, wanting to cry from shame and frustration. "I guess not."
In the middle of the night, a weird dream woke me up. I realized I was cuddled up behind Jenny, and she seemed to be still asleep. I tried to shake off the strange thoughts, but the emptiness in my groin was a brutal reminder of how strange my life was, and my dreams were merely echoing that oddness. I rolled over gently, so as not to awaken Jenny.
Within seconds, she was cuddled up behind me, her arm wrapped around my torso and her breasts pressed into my back. The warmth of her body was comforting, and my breathing eased. I felt my muscles relaxing as we lay together.
My body tensed suddenly as I felt her hand sliding down toward my waist. I held my breath, rigid with fear. Had she forgotten? I lay as still as possible, my breath shallow and slow as I tried to pretend I was asleep.
When her hand slipped inside my shorts, I gasped, betraying that I was still awake. I heard Jenny laugh softly, then the warm wetness of her lips pressed against my shoulder. I felt my anxiety deepen as her finger began to probe the strange womanhood between my legs. I was both frightened and entranced; her hand danced with an expert touch as she quickly stimulated me past my fears. I began to pant as I felt the warmth spreading between my legs; more and more intensely, Jenny massaged the sensitive spot, until I gasped as an orgasm rocked my body. Still, Jenny continued, touching me and driving me wild with passion, through orgasm after orgasm, until I felt I would faint from the stimulation.
After she finally stopped, I rolled over to face her. I was confused.
Delighted, but confused. But before I could do anything, she pulled herself to me and began to kiss me with an incredible intensity. I returned her passion and did not protest when she guided my hand to her own crotch. Within moments, we were both moaning and writhing in a sexual frenzy as we pleasured each other.
Jenny winked at me over her glass of juice. Her face was aglow with delight, and her smile would have melted an iceberg. I returned her smile, but I was also puzzled. She sensed this immediately.
"So what's bothering you?"
I frowned; there was no hiding my inner thoughts from Jenny. "It's just that well" I wrinkled my nose. "Well, I'm confused."
Jenny smiled knowingly. "Because of what we did?"
I nodded. "It's like you're a lesbian or something." I frowned again. "Isn't it?"
Jenny's smile broadened until she laughed aloud. "Yeah, I guess it was kind of strange." She shrugged as if making love to a guy with a pussy was normal. "I don't know. I guess it sort of is."
I felt dread settle into my heart. Until now, Jenny had been perfect in every way. Now she was a lesbian?
She read my thoughts. "No, I'm not gay," she said quickly.
"I well, when I was in college, I experimented a little."
I nodded slowly, digesting this new data. "Well, however you learned, you're pretty good."
Jenny grinned. "And you've improved a _whole_ lot. And after only a day!" Her smile turned mischievous. "Maybe you should ask Cheri if you can keep it for a couple more days."
