Chapter 1: Exposition
SHELLEY OPENED HER EYES, still drowsy from the blissful dream she was having. Her heart was swollen from the love they had made under the silver glow of the moon, when her hand moved to her groin in the familiar gesture she made each morning.
Only, it wasn't familiar at all.
She bolted upright, her heart hammering in her chest. Her eyes widened in shock and confusion as she stared down at the thick, pulsing shaft between her legs.
"What in the world?" she exclaimed, her voice shaky and filled with disbelief. She reached out to touch it, her fingers trembling as they gently caressed the velvety skin that now covered her body.
"I... I can't be," she murmured, shivering as a wave of realization washed over her. But it was no dream, no hallucination. She was faced with the undeniable truth: she had a cock.
Shelley sat up slowly, her mind swimming with questions and concerns.
She couldn't understand what had happened to her. Was this a cruel joke? Some kind of weird dream? But it all felt so real.
She swung her legs over the side of the bed and stood up, taking a tentative step towards the mirror on the wall. Her reflection stared back at her, a look of shock and disbelief on her face as she took in her new body.
"What the hell is going on?" she muttered to herself, running her fingers through her hair as she tried to make sense of it all. She looked mostly the same. Her skin and hair looked nicer, smoother and full of life. The only other difference of course was the cock in between her legs. And now it was getting hard.
Real hard. With a groan, Shelley slid her hand down to the still soft tip, rubbing the head in slow circles. Her eyes glazed over as she began to relish the sensation.
"Fucking hell," she murmured, biting her lip as her hand moved faster. It didn't take long before she was taken over by the intense pleasure. Her body trembled and her breathing grew harsher, her back arching as she came with a fierce moan.
Shelly had never felt anything like this before - it was like all her nerve endings were on fire, her skin tingling and humming with pleasure.
She slowly opened her eyes, already aching for another release. She slipped her hand back to the shaft and began pumping it slowly, marveling at the heat and weight of her new appendage. She closed her eyes again, allowing herself to get lost in the sensations that were coursing through her body.
Each stroke felt better and better, her fingers slick with her essence as she worked herself into a frenzy.
"Fuuuuck," she muttered, hips rocking back and forth as she continued to pump herself. She heard the sound of a cabinet door slamming downstairs, the faint voices of her neighbors drifting up to her apartment. But she didn't care. She was lost in the heat of the moment.
Her body tensed as she neared the edge, her entire being focused on the impending release.
With a final, hard stroke, she came undone, her entire body shuddering as she cried out in pleasure.
Shelly leaned back against the wall, panting and trying to catch her breath. She hadn't realized how much she had missed this - the intense pleasure, the complete release. It had been so long since she had allowed herself to truly let go and enjoy her body.
But now, with this new addition, she was discovering a whole new world of pleasure. She smiled to herself, closing her eyes and reveling in the feeling of her own touch.
This was a new world, one where she was in control, one where she could explore and indulge without judgment or prejudice.
For days, Shelley explored her body, delving into the secret places she had only ever dreamed of visiting. She played with her cock, mastering the art of stroking and thrusting, learning the rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through her.
One evening, while wandering around a local sex shop, she spotted a pocket pussy that caught her eye. It looked soft and tight. Perfect to bury her new cock in.
The cashier was a awkward nervous young man who seemed to find her attractive.
He gave Shelly a curious look as he scanned the pocket pussy.
"Looks like you're going to have some fun tonight," he said, his voice laced with innuendo.
She gave him a sly smile and replied, "You have no idea."
Back in the privacy of her apartment, Shelly could hardly contain her excitement. She tore open the packaging and held the pocket pussy in her hands, marveling at its soft texture. She was eager to feel it wrapped around her cock.
She hesitated for a moment, unsure of whether this was right, but what was the point of having this new body if she couldn't enjoy it? With a deep breath, she slid her cock into the pocket pussy, moaning as it met the warm and silky resistance.
For hours, Shelley lost herself in the sensations, exploring the depths of her new pleasure. She shifted her hips, trying different angles and speeds, constantly seeking new sensations.
Eventually, her body was drenched in sweat, and her breath came out in short gasps.
She slumped back onto the bed, her new cock still hard and throbbing, the pocket pussy discarded next to her. It was exhilarating, this new addiction she had found. Her longtime lover had left her months ago, and this discovery had given her the push she needed to explore her sexuality further.
She got up to go in the bathroom. She caught herself in the mirror. We're her boobs bigger?
Shelly thought to herself as she studied her reflection in the bathroom mirror. She had always been self-conscious about her chest, although she had grown comfortable with her body over the years. But now, as she examined the contours of her new form, she couldn't help but wonder if they were fuller, more voluptuous.
Shelly let her hands wander over her chest, feeling the soft give of her breast tissue, before continuing down lower to cup her newfound cock. She marveled at the sensation of having a phallus, testing how it felt in different positions and angles. Her new tits were turning her on. She squeezed them gently, running her thumbs over her nipples as they hardened to tight nubs. She couldn't believe how sensitive they were, how alive they made her feel.
Her mind raced with thoughts of what this new body could do for her. She had long suspected that her ex-boyfriend had not fully satisfied her. With his narrow hips and disproportionate size, she often felt like she was the one doing all the work.
She grinned at the thought of finally getting a chance to feel what a truly satisfying sexual encounter could be like.
Her clit had been the main source of her pleasure, and the idea of having a cock that she could use to explore new heights of sexual satisfaction was nothing short of exhilarating.
Shelly pondered over where and how to find someone who would be the perfect candidate for this experience. It needed to be someone who didn't know her. She had an idea. She went to her closet to grab her sluttiest out fit but realized she didn't have anything like that.
What she had were dresses and skirts, some with bold colors and patterns, carefully chosen to match her bohemian aesthetic, but nothing too revealing. She decided to settle for her black leather miniskirt and a red bodysuit that fitted snugly. She paired it with her favorite knee-high boots and threw a black leather jacket over her shoulders. She looked in the mirror, noticing she looked different but still herself. Her whole outfit complemented her curvy figure, and she was feeling confident. She went back down the sex shop to hit on that cashier who was eyeing her.
He looked surprised but not disappointed to see her again. They exchanged pleasantries before she got straight to the point.
"I'm looking for someone to cum in my mouth." She said casually. Her mind exploded in thoughts. What?! Why did she say that. That's not what she ment to say. But now she was getting horny. She like the thought of drinking this young man's cum.
It was something she had never done before, but now the idea fascinated her. And it wasn't even about the sex, she thought. She wanted to know what it tasted like, to feel the warmth of him sinking into her body, to prove to herself that she could do something so wild and uninhibited.
The cashier, whose name badge read "Brian," blinked in surprise at her directness, but then he grinned.
"I'd be happy to help you out with that," he replied, his tone teasing.
With that, Shelly knew she had him. And she was feeling more confident than ever.
"Fantastic," she replied, matching his tone. She hopped over the counter and proceeded to service him right there.
Brian was completely taken aback at first. But after a few seconds, he leaned back against the cashier's desk as Shelly knelt down before him and unzipped his pants.
Her fingers played with his underwear, gently tugging them down before his erect cock sprang out, seeking the warmth of her mouth. Without any hesitation, she took him in.
The feeling of his hard shaft filling her mouth was breathtaking. She stroked it with her tongue and suctioned it with her cheeks as she went deeper and deeper.
Brian's moans encouraged her, and she became more animated with every stroke.
The taste of his cock was different than what she had imagined. It was salty, a bit bitter and yet oddly comforting. She felt his body shudder as she gripped his balls, massaging them gently.
His legs started trembling, and she knew he was close to finishing. She quickened her pace as she felt his cock pulsate inside her mouth. Seconds later, he spilled his seed into her mouth, and she swallowed every last drop with a satisfied grin.
"Wow," she said breathlessly, pushing herself up and leaning against the counter. Brian looked stunned but satisfied, trying to compose himself before speaking.
"That was incredible," he managed to say, still out of breath.
Shelley smiled slyly, reaching down to adjust her skirt. "So I heard," she said mysteriously.
"Uh, I mean... Thanks," Brian stammered, trying to comprehend what had just happened.
Shelly just winked at him and blew a kiss before turning to leave the store.
She stepped outside, the crisp night air hitting her face as she exhaled a deep breath. She couldn't believe what she had just done. She felt invincible, powerful even, as if she could do anything she set her mind to.
As she walked back to her apartment, her new body and confidence carrying her along the sidewalk, she thought about all the possibilities that lay before her.
If she could do something so bold with a stranger, what else could she accomplish?