Chapter 3: Giving Into Their New Instincts
Michelle's heels clicked and clacked on the hardwood floor of the club as she made her way to the bar. The sound of the music was pulsing, and the lights were flashing, creating an exciting and tantalizing atmosphere that drew her in. All around her, she could see people dancing and laughing, their bodies gyrating to the beat of the music. She felt her pulse quicken as she watched them, her mind filled with tantalizing thoughts and sinful desires.
Michelle's large, full breasts jiggled with each step, drawing the attention of those around her. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at the thought of all the attention she was receiving. She had always been a bit of a wallflower in her previous life as Michael, but now as Michelle, she felt powerful and desired. As she approached the bar, she saw a pair of handsome men gathered together, their eyes locked on her as they whispered and pointed.
She couldn't hear what they were saying, but she didn't need to. She could see the hunger in their eyes, the desire for her. It was intoxicating, and she reveled in it. She strutted up to the bar, her hips swaying with every step, and propped herself up on the counter. She scanned the selection of drinks, but her attention was soon drawn to the men seated next to her at the bar.
They were both attractive in their own ways - the one on the left was tall, with dark hair and piercing blue eyes, while the one on the right was a bit shorter but had a muscular build and bright green eyes that seemed to twinkle as he caught her gaze. They both appeared to be in their mid twenties, and were dressed in casual but well-fitting clothes.
Michelle couldn't help but feel a jolt of arousal as they looked at her with barely concealed lust. She had never really thought about being with a man before but
now, she couldn't ignore the way her body responded to their attention. She bit her lip, unable to tear her gaze away from their muscular forms and piercing gazes. She could feel the dampness between her legs, the tightness of her lace panties against her swelling pussy.
She cleared her throat and turned back to the bartender, ordering herself a drink. As she sipped her drink, she could feel the alcohol coursing through her veins, making her feel bold and daring. She glanced over at the two men again, catching them watching her as they began to make their move and sat on either side of her.
"Hey there cutie, you look like you're about 20 years old...are you sure you can handle a drink like that?" the man with the blue eyes purred, his eyes trailing over her body with a hunger that left her breathless.
Michelle felt as if she was on fire, her skin burning hot under his gaze. She knew she should say no, should protest, but she couldn't find the words. Instead, she nodded, her voice caught in her throat. The man with the blue eyes smiled and signaled to the bartender, who brought Michelle another drink. This one was much stronger, and she could feel the burn of the alcohol as it went down her throat.
"Mmm...that was good! Now the only question is...can you two handle a girl like me?" Michelle asked with a playful smile, biting her lower lip and fluttering her long, thick eyelashes.
She felt an unexpected thrill from the attention, from the feeling of being desired and wanted. It was an intoxicating sensation, and she couldn't help but feel drawn to these strangers, in a way that was both thrilling and terrifying. The two men exchanged a glance, before turning back to Michelle. Their expressions were intense, full of raw desire, and Michelle felt a shiver run down her spine.
"How about you two studs take me home and we can find out who can make me cum first!" Michelle suggested, her words tumbling out before she could stop herself.
She wanted to kink it up a notch, but was still surprised at how forward she sounded. The men looked at each other again and then back at Michelle. The one with the blue eyes raised an eyebrow and smirked.
"Looks like we've got a live one on our hands. I think she's up for some fun."
"Well I'm in too! said the man with the green eyes replying to Michelle's invitation.
Michelle nodded, feeling her heart race with excitement as the three of them left the bar. Her mind was filled with steamy fantasies, consisting of two well-built men making her body their playground for the night. She could hardly wait to get back and take them both to her room and let them ravish her all fucking night long and then some.
Meanwhile Justine sat on her bed, grunting in mindless heat as her strained erection pushed out form her flimsy panties. She was nearly in tears from the mind numbing throb beating in her crotch and it was a torment like nothing she had ever known. Her tits swelled once more on her chest as they were nearly the size of DD's as they pushed the very boundaries of the strained and frilly bra that was barley holding them at bay.
"Oh God...Michelle...please hurry..." Justine moaned aloud, feeling the weight of her own desire crushing down upon her.
The longer she was in this female form, the stronger her new urges became. Even now, her hand had strayed down to the waistband of her tiny panties, hooking her thumb under the elastic and teasing herself with the prospect of releasing her own straining erection fully. Her sexy and toned body shivered in the darkness of her lonely bedroom as she resisted the urge to fantasize about sex in any fashion or form imaginable.
Her heart nearly leapt out of her chest as she heard the sound of the front door to the apartment opening and the familiar, well now familiar, sound of Michelle's high pitched giggling.
"Oh thank you! Thank you!" Justine called out as she nearly rushed to open the door then froze at what she heard next.
She heard the muffled sound of two male voices drifting down the hallway along with Michelle's high-pitched tone. A sudden realization hit her like a ton of bricks, Michelle wasn't alone. She had brought back company of not just one man but two of them. Justine nearly cried in despair as she realized that Michelle must have never made it to Patrick's place and had given into her slutty desires.
It took every ounce of willpower for Justine to hold back her scream of frustration. She quickly composed herself as she slowly and quietly opened the door a crack to see and hear what was happening. The hallway was dark, casting a shadow over Michelle and the two men, but Justine could still make out their figures in the dim light. Michelle was sandwiched between the two men, her arm around each of their waists as they laughed and joked.
Michelle's long red hair cascaded down her back like a fiery waterfall, catching the light in a way that was almost ethereal. It looked like her body was still changing just like Justine's as her tits almost seemed be the size of G cups now. Justine's breathe caught in her throat as she followed them and hid behind the side of the wall leading to Michelle's room and listened in.
"Okay guys...who wants to make this little slut's dream come true to tonight?" Michelle said as she stripped of her tiny outfit and stood naked before her pair of hunks.
She bit her lower lip as she twirled around, giving them a tantalizing view of her plump, round ass. The two men eagerly agreed, their eyes gleaming with excitement and anticipation. They quickly shed their own clothes, revealing toned and muscular bodies. Justine could hardly believe what she was seeing. She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy and also a strange sense of excitement at the sight of Michelle's voluptuous figure and her two suitors for the night.
The two men shed their clothes and both Justine and Michelle stared at their thick and massive rods standing proudly at attention. The men smirked and leered at Michelle's heaving chest and plumped up tits.
"Well slut...which one of us do you want to make you cum first?" One of the men growled as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her towards him.
Michelle giggled and moaned as she rubbed herself on his hard rod.
"Mmm...how about both of you?" She purred as she reached out and wrapped her fingers around each of their cocks.
She squeezed and stroked, feeling the veiny texture of their makes under her delicate touch. The men moaned in pleasure, their hips bucking as she continued to work her magic. Justine swallowed hard, finding herself suddenly turned on by the sight. She could feel her heart beating faster in her chest as she watched, her own nipples hardening under her silky bra. It was wrong, she knew, but she couldn't help the intense desire building inside of her.
Justine found herself clutching her own breasts, squeezing and caressing them over the strained lace bra. She could hardly believe what she was feeling, the strange and unfamiliar tingling sensations that coursed through her body. It was as if she was experiencing pleasure for the first time, and she couldn't get enough. As she watched Michelle, she couldn't help but feel a sense of longing deep in the pit of her stomach.
Even though her cock felt amazing...she...well...she was jealous that Michelle had a pussy and missed the sensation of having one from the other night. The moment she thought of it, Justine groaned as she tried to keep her self silent. She quickly yet uneasily made her way back to her bedroom and closed the door behind as she groaned louder and sat back down on her bed.
She stared with wide eyed horror as her cunt seemed to pulse and inflame itself without her even touching it. He head lulled from side to side as she panted and
puffed, unable to control the shock at what she was experiencing. her body shivered as she could feel her climax building deep inside of her while her breasts grew larger still and her hair fell farther down her back. With one last cry she started to scream as her cock pulsed and finally she came.
Her cock sprayed it's hearty and sticky load on the floor as she moaned and cried out, riding the crescendo of her warm cum. She sat there for several minutes as the last of her creamy girl cock cream sputtered to the ground and she stared at it in disbelief and hunger. Hunger to taste it and lap it from the ground like some wanton and depraved whore in need of her sexual fix.
Yet, despite the taboo nature of her desires, she couldn't deny the pulsing need in her core. It was a hunger that demanded to be satisfied, a craving that could no longer be ignored. And so, with trembling hands, she descended onto the floor, her knees pressing against the hardwood beneath her as she leaned forward to taste her own release. The sticky, salty liquid coated her tongue, sending shivers of pleasure down her spine.
It was warm and comforting, and she found herself craving more. She couldn't believe what she was doing, yet she couldn't stop herself either. She licked and sucked, savoring the taste of her own cum on her tongue. It was wrong, she knew, but it felt so right at the same time. She couldn't tear herself away from the sticky mess on the floor, that is until the violent and powerful tingles returned to her body as she moaned and her undersized bra snapped free from her torso.
Her cock slowly started to shrink away as her body started to change and morph even further. Justine realized that she was transforming further into a busty bimbo slut much like Michelle. The only thought her lust addled head at that very moment was the word..."FINALLY!!"