Addicted! ...1

Addicted







I nearly collapsed against the door, leaning into it as I jabbed the

doorbell. The door opened, and Mary looked at me through the gap, her

face obscured by the chain.

"What do you want, Rich?" she asked.

"You know what I need, Mare."

She closed the door and I heard the rattle of the chain being removed.

Then the door swung open and she let me back into the house.

I glanced around the room. Nothing much had changed. If I didn't know

better, I would have thought that everything was the same, that this

was the house that we shared.

I looked at Mary, and I knew that hadn't changed either. I saw the

same look on her face, the look of contempt. The confusion that had

been mixed with it the first few times was gone now, but the frustration and disgust

remained.

Her body language, though, told a different story. I had lived with her long

enough to be able to read it. The way she stood, the tilt of her hips,

told me all I needed to know. Despite the contempt, she still got off

on it. I knew I'd still be able to get what I wanted.

"I need it," I said again. "I can't help myself."

"That's obvious," she said. "If you could, you never would have left."

She was nearly sneering now, but she was also getting hotter. So was I.

I could feel my member engorged with blood, rock-hard in my pants with

anticipation.



"Please," I said, nearly at a whisper. "Please do it to me again."



"Why should I? You're no good to me. You'll just run off again, and I

won't see you until you change back and get so horny you overcome your

embarrassment and come here begging me to do it again."



I couldn't argue with that. She'd just described my plan exactly. But I

knew I didn't have to. She'd do it. I might have to beg, but she'd do

it.



"You like it just as much as I do," I said, quietly but almost

defiantly. "You like knowing I'm out there like that. You like knowing

I'm doing... what I'm doing."



She heard the way I faltered at the end, and tried to hide a grin. Suddenly she

couldn't hide the fact that she was enjoying the game we were playing.



"That's not the way to ask," she said petulantly in return. "You have to ask me

nicely."



"Please," I begged. "Please do it again."



"My, my,my, you want it THAT much and can't even say it?"



I paused.



"Please … turn me back into a girl."



My member was straining in my pants even more now that I'd said it out

Loud, and I could see how it affected her. The horniness crept up from

her body into her face. The contempt was still there, along with the

amusement, but now it was mixed with desire. I wouldn't have to beg

much more.



"Why should I?" she demanded.



"Because I need it. Because YOU need it. You love the thought of me inside a woman's body!"

"If I had known how much you'd like it, I never would have done it the

first time." she said, crossing her arms over her chest.



That was probably true, but what's done is done.



"You like it now, though," I said. "I know you do. It turns you on to

think about it. When you're having sex with other men, with your new

boyfriends ,it turns you on to know how I'm doing the same thing." I

was embarrassed now to be saying things this bluntly, but I wanted to

get her as horny as possible. I didn't want to wait any longer.



"Fine!" she shot back, seeming to get angry and hornier at the same

time. "If you want to be a sexy little chick again, then that's just what you'll be!" she shot out in a singsong voice.



She gestured toward me, her arm held out imperiously, and I felt it

begin again. The tingling,falling feeling best described as the way it feels when a rollercoaster reaches the top and begins its descent. It was slow. It had always been. She knew I liked it that way.



I felt myself shrinking first and thought back to the fist time it had

happened. Mary and I had been in bed, and she'd gotten an impish grin

as she asked me if I wanted to try something different. The gesture and

the shrinking sensation had been the same. Now, though, it felt like

ecstasy.



As I shrank, I ran my fingers up and down my body and I couldn't help but wonder "What would I look like?". I never had to worry, she ALWAYS made me attractive. The anticipation was a big part of my "addiction".

My clothes were

dirty, a symptom of the burned-out existence I'd been living, but

underneath them I could feel my skin softening and my body growing

curves that I was not born with. Suddenly my favorite comfortable jeans chafed my inner thighs and the Mets t shirt I wore bothered my nipples.



I looked down at my body, watching the tattered jeans slip down from my

shrinking waist to rest around my widening hips. The corners of my

vision began to fill with long curly blonde hair, my scalp itching a bit as my hair grew. I could feel the slight tugging sensation on my scalp as my hair grew longer and became heavier. In seconds I could feel it tickling my neck then, slowly slide down my shoulders and back, stopping where my bra strap soon would rest. I pursed my lips and blew a few strands out of my eyes.



I ran my hands down my stomach and felt flat and toned abs where a beer belly had been only moments before. I slid a hand down to my crotch. I could feel

my member, still hard and still there, but much reduced in stature. I

rubbed it, moaning with pleasure.. the "head" was much more sensitive now. It was well on it's way to becoming my clitoris.With both hands I massaged my crotch

through my pants as I felt my hard member shrinking.



I glanced up at Mary, seeing the look of lust that had swallowed up

the disgust she had for me now that she knew how much better I liked

being a girl. She seemed to be growing, but I knew it was still me that

was shrinking. I turned my attention back to my changing body.



My hips were wide now and my waist tiny, and I could feel my boxers stretching tightly

over my rounded butt, riding up into my crack. I rubbed harder at my

crotch as I felt my member nearing its end. As I rubbed, it disappeared.

I could feel it shrink to nothing and, a moment later, I could feel

myself turning female again. I could feel the moistness of my wet slit

back between my legs as my hands rubbed hard against my mound. I felt my insides flutter and knew that was my "girl organs" forming. I had become a true female inside and out!



I left my womanhood alone, knowing it would only be temporarily, to focus

my attention higher. My hands cupped my still growing breasts. As of yet, they were

only little mounds ,perhaps an A cup ,but I knew they'd keep growing. As my hands stroked them, my breasts inflated. I could feel them slowly growing, expanding under my hands as I rubbed and moaned in my now-female voice. My fingers wandered over my nipples, feeling them tighten with the attention. They were larger now, and more prominent, sticking out through my shabby Mets shirt.



As I played with my nipples another moan made it past my lips. I could

feel my womanhood getting even hotter and wetter as my breasts grew to fill my cupped hands. I massaged them, rubbing in a circular motion, as they continued to grow. I felt a jolt of pleasure shoot through me as the slow growth of my breasts caused my nipples to rub against my fingers. My breasts were almost filling my cupped hands now.



And then it stopped. I was breathing heavily, like a woman on the brink

of climax, but my stimulation had suddenly ceased.



I looked at Mary. She was taller than me now by at least 3 inches. Brushing a wisp of curly hair out of my eyes I did the math in my head. That would make me no taller than 5’4”. The look of

superiority had crept back to her face as she looked down at me, sharing it with her lust.



"Is that good?" she asked.



I could see what she was doing. She knew how much I liked to have large

breasts. I'd told her so, the first few times when we were still

pretending we could continue like that. I loved having breasts that

were bigger than hers, and I knew it turned her on that I did. She

liked thinking of me as a well endowed girl. But she wanted to hear me ask for it.



There was a part of me that was still manly enough to be embarrassed by

asking for any of this, but bigger breasts especially. It wasn't enough to stop me, though. I knew I wouldn't be happy with these little B cups. I wanted to be busty. To feel them bounce and jiggle when I walked .To have men stare at them. To make other women jealous.



"No," I said, hearing the soft feminine tone of my voice, she had given me an incredibly sexy voice. It was slightly high pitched and breathy. "It's not. You

know I like to be... bigger." I said as lightly cupped my breasts.



"Tell me what you want," she demanded, almost childishly.



"You know I want bigger breasts," I replied. "Oh yeah, the big man likes having big boobs. He likes to get ogled. I forgot... you like guys looking at your "rack" She giggled and grinned, gesturing again...like she was squeezing a grapefruit. I could feel the ecstasy resume. My hands cupped

my breasts as they swelled larger on my chest again. They were already

filling my cupped hands, but as I moaned and stroked them they grew

larger. My nipples ached and my womanhood twitched, as my breasts

grew bigger. They were warm, soft, and heavy on my chest when they

finally stopped. I could feel the weight of them. I was breathing fast again, almost ready to climax.



Mary was standing across the room from me still, gazing lustfully at

my body, her eyes lingering on my breasts. Neither of us spoke for a moment, but it was her who broke the silence.



"Go use the shower," she told me. "You'll have to get cleaned up to get

what you want."



As I stripped out of my clothes in the bathroom, I knew she was right.

The last few weeks hadn't been that good to me. I hadn't been paying

much attention to anything except the competing drives that were

telling me to stay away from Mary and try to go on with my life, but

at the same time to run back and beg her to turn me into a girl again.

I was nearly out of money, and I hadn't been eating well. My clothes

should probably be burned, since I hadn't been paying much attention to

hygiene lately.



My body, at least, was much healthier now. I could see the glow of a

young, healthy girl in her late teens to early twenties staring back at me in the full-length

mirror. My face was innocent and gorgeous ,a smattering of freckles graced my pert little nose. I pursed my full pouty lips and blew myself a mock kiss. The same soft feminine beauty of my face extended to my whole body.



As I pulled off my shirt and let it fall to the floor, I got a good

look at my large breasts. My god, they were perfect! So firm and nicely rounded with slightly upturned pink nipples. I lifted their weight in my hands and let them drop, feeling the tug on my collarbones as they bounced softly. I guessed at the size out loud. “36C?” Mary heard me and yelled thru the partially closed door. “No no no…you are a 34D, Kristin..” I noticed that she had named me again. It was usually a girly, cute name. Last month I had been a brunette named Kelli with an “I”. I had indulged Mary by signing my name with a little heart over the “I”.



As I slid my pants off my hips I could see my soft mound, the

hairless cleft between my legs. It was so smooth and sexy that I had to

slide a finger down over it, slipping it in between my rounded lips. I

jumped when it slid across my womanhood.



I turned around, totally naked now, to look at my butt. I was just

making myself hotter, but I loved to tease myself. There it was,

heart shaped and perfect in the mirror.



I turned on the shower and got in, feeling the hot water play over my

perfect body. My skin was more sensitive now, and I could feel the

pleasure of the droplets of water beading and running down my

flesh. I soaped myself and then washed the lather away, feeling

sparklingly clean. I stepped out of the shower and toweled dry. Wrapping the towel around me “chick style” I walked out into the bedroom.





I found the clothes that Mary had bought for me,and started to get dressed. She loved picking out the very revealing outfits, things she would never wear. I slid the black thong panties up my legs and felt them settle between my butt cheeks, I knew it wouldn't be too long before my womanhood soaked right through them.



I caught a glimpse of my reflection and stopped cold. My god, my body

was amazing! Huge round orbs hung from my chest, unbelievably firm

and large. I could feel my womanhood get even hotter at the realization that those wonderful breasts were mine, for the next week at least.



I hooked the bra around my ribcage backwards and upside down like Mary had taught me. I then spun it around and pulled the straps up over my shoulders and leaned forward letting the “girls” settle into the cups, reluctantly hiding them from view. They didn’t feel as heavy with the bra on. I looked down over them and could barely see my feet. I pulled on the black mini skirt, wiggling it up over my 34” hips to settle on my 23” waist. I zipped it up tight. Next I put on white silk low-cut top. I buttoned it up leaving just a little too much cleavage exposed. Then I stepped into the black 3” heels. She must have been planning my next “change” for quite awhile. All the clothes fit me perfectly, even the size 6 heels. In the heels I was able to look Mary in the eyes.



“You can’t go out like that, silly girl!” She said mockingly. “You need make up!” She teased as she led me to her bedroom, our bedroom once. I knew the drill, she’d tease me about what I was going to do with my week in this body as she applied my make up.

“So, are you going to the nightclub tonight?” She cooed as she pulled my hair back and applied the foundation. I just managed a nod…she knew I was. “It’s ladies night at Fatso Fogerty’s, I’ll bet it will be full of hot guys! I should go there and see you in action.” I closed my eyes as she did my eye make up, using pale blues and pinks. She usually made my eyes ice blue when she changed me. My eyes were my best feature…well after my requested stupendous rack.



“Are you going to find some young guy to blow, Kristin? Don’t you just love feeling it throb in your mouth?” She said wryly. “You used to love to come on my breasts. Do you let guys do that to you now? Or do you like them come in your mouth?” she said, giggling as she applied my mascara. I remained silent, feeling my face turn hot with embarrassment, but she pressed me for an answer. “C’mon girlfriend, don’t be shy. Answer me! “ . I turned bright red as I answered. “I like it in my mouth.” She nearly fell over laughing. “Oh wow. I never knew you were such a slut, Kristin! Do you like the taste? Do you swallow?” she said when she regained her composure. I nodded... Yes , I like the taste and I...uh...swallow, I answered. She giggled again.



Mary picked out a dark pink lipstick and I pursed my lips for her to apply it. “You do have perfect lips for giving head y'know. What do you like best about it?” She giggled as she blotted my lips. “ Everything… the power…the feeling of pleasing him “ I stammered at a loss for words.She turned my head so that I could see myself in the mirror. I peered in at the nearly perfect 9.5 that stared back at me, my jaw dropping. She had outdone herself this time. “WOW” was all I could manage. “Yeah wow… “, she said. “I based your look on Taylor Swift…only with much bigger boobs!”



This is what stared back at me from the mirror:

https://celebdial.com/c/taylor-swift


I stood up in the heels and smoothed my short skirt. I remembered how she had spent hours teaching me how to walk in heels. I walked in them now with ease. “Oh…I know what else you need!” she yelped, startling me. She went to her jewelry box and pulled out the large gold hoop earrings I had given her for Christmas last year... before my addiction had started. “I want them back!” She said as she put them in my earlobes .I felt the weight of them dangling and as I shook my head the earrings grazed my long graceful neck.

“Let me look at you”, she said turning me around slowly. She emitted a low whistle. “The guys are going to be all over you Miss Kristin! You are going to put a rise in some Levi’s tonight!” I just blushed as I headed towards the door, feeling my breasts jiggle in the sheer bra. I looked down at my own cleavage lightly dusted with freckles, it was amazing.

“Wait!” She said. “you’re forgetting your purse!” She handed me the small black Coach clutch purse that matched my heels and motioned for me to look inside. I opened it and saw that there were a dozen condoms in there. “Ha ha” I said as she smirked.

“And this Kristin” She purred as she handed me what appeared to be a drivers license. “A nineteen year old girl like you needs a fake ID to drink.” I looked at the NJ license and read out loud. “Kristin M.Shaw “. I nodded. “Happy birthday young lady…the license says tonight is your 21st birthday! Go have fun, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!” I could sense a bit of jealousy in her voice.

She escorted me to the door arm in arm. “I wish I was going with you but you know I can’t” I smiled at her and nodded. “I know Mare, and thanks again for everything.” I leaned over to kiss her and she stopped me. “No…you’ll mess up your pretty lipstick. I’m sure I’ll see you next week when you need me again.” She said, sounding a bit depressed. I heard the door close quietly behind me.









I walked down the street feeling elated and slightly guilty. The natural sway of my hips and rhytmic bounce of my breasts drew some stares … and I liked it. I actually craved the lustfull looks. This was going to be fun but I still felt ashamed of what I had become! I walked into the Nightclub and looked around for some fresh meat.

It didn't take long. I wasn't sure any more how many times I had done

it, since the first time my curiosity got the better of me and I

sneaked off while Mary was sleeping to find out what it was like to

be screwed. Since then, I'd tended to measure time by the periods that I was female, and the periods in between had become less important as I

focused only on repeating the experience.



I couldn't remember how many times I'd done it, but after the first it

had become second nature. A club, a bar, a restaurant, or just a guy on

the street was all it took. Before I had time to think, I had found

another willing partner and was rubbing myself against him while he

fumbled with the keys to his apartment. I straddled his leg and pushed

my breasts against him, rubbing my crotch on his thigh as he struggled to open the door. He dropped his keys twice.



I wasn't even sure of my partner's name. Bob? Rob? Whatever it was, I

was going to let him pound me as hard and fast as he wanted. When he

finally got the door open and we tumbled into the apartment I couldn't

even wait to get into the bedroom. I pushed him back onto his couch and

kneeled in front of him, rubbing his crotch through his pants with one

hand while I undid his belt and unzipped his fly with the other. We made love like wild animals….





My partner collapsed on top of me, and this time I didn't have the

strength to even consider trying to wriggle out. I just lay there,

feeling his seed seeping out of me. His softening member was still

inside me, I wanted to keep it there as long as I could.



I knew thatnex week sometime, I'd turn back into my old

self. I told myself, like I did every time, that I should make this

time the last. I should leave town, never see Mary again, and try to

make a new life for myself. I should try to forget all this and start

over somewhere else.



I knew I wouldn't, though. I'd do what I had been doing. I'd wait,

ashamed and embarrassed, until I needed it badly enough that I couldn't

stop myself. And then I'd go see Mare again.



After all, I was addicted.



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