Chapter 2: Building Tension
Alyssa's heart beat thundered like a bass drum beneath her breastplate as she fumbled beneath her bed, seeking the forbidden objects. Her fingers grazed over cold metal and glass, the tactile sensation amplified by infinite desire. "Ah-ha!" her breathy exclamation came out more as a desperate whisper.
Her reddened knuckles closed around the handle of a well-oiled butt plug. The plastic felt rough against her calloused skin, reminding her of the forbidden act.
The thought of defiling herself from behind only made Alyssa's mouth water as the warm anticipation coursed its way through her veins.
With trembling hands she smeared the lubrication around the puckered entrance, wincing at the invasive feeling of the cool gel pressing against her. Almost like a magnet pulled by a hidden force, she gently but firmly pressed the tapered butt plug to her entrance.
A strangled gasp escaped her throat as she drove the invader deeper inside herself, moaning greedily.
Her sheets twisted beneath her as she thrashed her body against the plug, bliss cascading over her like a tidal wave. Her mind swirled with the fiery sensations of newfound power twingeing through her limbs; she reached back and fondled her own ass cheeks, pushing herself to the edge of sanity.
Drenched in sweat and weakened by her own orgasm, Alyssa whimpered and surrendered herself to the much-needed release of her raising tension.
She admired her reflection in the mirror, feeling empowered by the beast she had become in her transformation.
But she knew not everyone would be as understanding, and she would soon have to approach her roommate. She needed someone to share this newfound sexual urge with and hoped Sarah would embrace her smoothly.
The soft knock at the door was barely audible over her quickened breathing, but she welcomed her roommate's presence. "Come in," she said, turning away from the mirror with her clothes still clinging to her sweaty, beautiful body.
The door creaked open, and Sarah stepped inside, sniffing the air curiously. "What is that...I smell sex."
Alyssa smiled coyly, still out of breath, "I lost track of time."
Sarah's eyes widened as she looked over Alyssa's disheveled state, "I can see that."
They stood there for a moment, sharing an awkward silence, and then Sarah approached her. With a glance at the mirror, she smirked.
The sight of her futanari body was both terrifying and exhilarating. She could see the arousal in her own eyes, the deep longing reflecting back at her.
Sarah moved closer to Alyssa, "What exactly happened to you?" Her voice was low, concern etched on her features. Alyssa opened her mouth to respond, but before any words could form, Sarah's gaze dropped to Alyssa's groin.
"What the..." Sarah gasped.
"Is that a...a dick?" She reached out and touched it, her eyes widening as she felt the velvety softness of Alyssa's cock.
"Yes," Alyssa whispered, her chest heaving with deep breaths. "And I need to...to release this tension." She looked at Sarah pleadingly, hoping she would understand.
Sarah hesitated for a moment, but then nodded slowly. "Okay. Okay," she repeated, as if trying to convince herself.
"Let me help you."
With that, Sarah knelt down in front of Alyssa. She stared at the futanari cock in front of her, her fingers reaching out to gently touch it. The softness of it was a surprise, as was the heat emanating from it.
Alyssa couldn't believe what was happening. Here she was, her best friend on her knees before her, about to help her get off. She didn't know whether to be embarrassed or turned on, but the throbbing between her legs told her that she was definitely feeling the latter.
Sarah's hand began to move up and down Alyssa's shaft, her grip firm yet gentle. Alyssa moaned, throwing her head back as the pleasure washed over her.
Sarah's grip was just right, and the sight of her best friend on her knees before her was almost too much to bear.
"Oh God, Sarah," Alyssa panted, her hips bucking as Sarah continued to stroke her. She reached down, tangling her fingers in Sarah's hair as she held her friend close.
Sarah looked up at her, a wicked gleam in her eyes. "You like that, don't you?" she murmured, her lips quirking up in a smirk.
Alyssa could only nod, unable to form coherent words as the pleasure built inside of her. She could feel her orgasm approaching, the tension coiling tight in her belly.
"Come for me, Alyssa," Sarah urged, her voice low and husky.
Alyssa could feel her orgasm approaching, her muscles clenching and releasing with each stroke from Sarah's hand. She groaned, the most primal and raw sound escaping her throat as she felt herself tumbling over the edge.
Sarah continued to stroke Alyssa's cock, occasionally pausing to lick the tip, causing Alyssa to jump and gasp in a delicious mix of pleasure and surprise.
"Oh God, Sarah, don't stop," Alyssa begged, hips bucking as Sarah's hand began to move faster and faster.
Sarah smirked up at her, "I won't, but I need you to do something for me too." She reached beneath Alyssa and gently massaged her balls, sending bolts of lightning-like pleasure through her body.
Alyssa groaned and pushed herself down onto Sarah's hand, the dual sensations of Sarah's mouth and hand bringing her closer and closer to the edge.
"Fuck, Sarah, I'm gonna come," Alyssa warned, hips bucking faster as her orgasm drew near.
Sarah moaned around Alyssa's cock and began to massage her balls with more pressure, causing Alyssa to cry out in ecstasy. "So fucking hot, Alyssa. Come for me."
With a guttural growl, Alyssa's body tensed and spasmed as she came harder than she ever had before.
She squeezed her eyes shut, her mind whited out from pleasure, as ropes of hot, thick cum shot out of her cock and into Sarah's willing mouth.
Sarah moaned in delight, swallowing every drop, her fingers still stroking Alyssa's cock, drawing out every last flicker of pleasure.
Alyssa's breathing slowed as the afterglow of orgasm settled over her body. She looked down at Sarah, her heart swelling with love and gratitude. "Thank you," she whispered, reaching down to gently pull Sarah to her feet.
"I didn't mean to overwhelm you. I just...I need to..." Alyssa's voice trailed off, her eyes flitting nervously.
Sarah smiled and placed her hands on Alyssa's shoulders, studying her friend's face. "I'm here for you, Alyssa. What's going on?"
Alyssa sighed and closed her eyes, gathering her thoughts. "Ever since this happened, I've had an insatiable sex drive. I can't stop thinking about it, and I feel like I need to masturbate constantly."
Sarah's eyebrows furrowed, her expression sympathetic. "That sounds tough. Have you tried talking to anyone about it?"
Alyssa shook her head. "No one knows. I'm scared.
I don't know what's happening to me. I can't keep living like this," Alyssa said, desperation creeping into her voice.
Sarah squeezed Alyssa's shoulder comfortingly. "Hey, we'll figure this out together. We can research more about what's happening to you, and see if there are any solutions or ways to manage it."
Alyssa looked up at her roommate, grateful for her understanding and support. "Thank you," she whispered, tears brimming in her eyes.