For a while I just chased the best feeling, picking up on my body’s cues pumping the dildo faster or at a different angle. Couldn’t however shake the images Ellie had put in my mind of what it would feel like with a real cock in there, not just any cock but Marc’s, now I had an actual life visual reference I could see it and feel its texture, my mind flashed with thoughts and the heat quickly built as a rapid orgasm surged through me and erupted from my flailing dick, semen spewing all over my smooth hairless body. I grasped my penis and stroked it frantically.
I’d cum, but it wasn’t enough, I had more left. But it I couldn’t bring the feeling back. Frustratingly I stopped, not entirely satisfied and annoyed I hadn’t got the release I craved. Climbing out of bed and running through my usual morning routine I thought about my options. If I was going to go back to presenting as a guy, and take the office job I’d need to try my clothes on again, I hadn’t worn male clothing in over 3 months, and in that time I had worked hard on my fitness and physique.
My lower drawers were still filled with a mix of the clothes I used to wear. I pulled out a pair of smart jeans and a suitable shirt, the kind of thing wore nearly every day when in the office. The first thing I noticed was how rough the fabric was, nothing like the delicate and soft items I had become accustomed to. I couldn’t bear the thought of wearing my old boxer shorts, at least I could keep the nice fitting panties.
The jeans I chose were slim fit, and as I slid them up my legs I realised just how much my body had changed. My thighs and ass were at least an inch if not two bigger and I struggled to pull the belt loop over them, and then as I buttoned them up there was another inch of spare material to my waist. Adding a shirt to the top, it seemed to hang off me awkwardly everywhere, had I really become that much slimmer, I knew my stomach was, but it appeared that my arms and shoulders had slimmed down a little too.
Standing, looking at my reflection I felt ridiculous. It was all so ill-fitting and clumsy. I turned and looked from the back, my ass was straining against the fabric and it hung loosely everywhere else. And then there was my face, without makeup, even just a little, it seemed odd and out of place.
If I was going to return to the office I would need an entire new wardrobe, possibly even some unisex clothes that actually fit my new shape. Stripping back down I could finally see the changes in their entirety. It was subtle, and there was no escaping that my male frame was underneath, however the thickness of my thighs and the curve from my ass was a real sight to behold. I had achieved some amazing results, with nothing more than dedicated exercise, good diet and commitment to change.
I left my old clothes in the bottom drawers and picked out something from my more recent purchases, casual, comfy but still quite figure hugging, I was proud of my new shape, the very least I could do was embrace it right? Still thinking to my episode in bed this morning and the remnants of an unsatisfactory orgasm still clung around in my mind. My head was all jumbled up. Scenarios and combinations of future events passed though, what did I want to do, which route was best for me? So many questions that I didn’t have the answer for.
I sent a text to Ellie, while she might have been a corrupting influence, she was the only other person I could confide in, no-one else knew what I was going through. She called back moments later and her bright voice instantly lifted me. I talked a lot, she listened attentively, chipping in every now and again. There was no obvious solution, it came down to a choice between the complexities of officially living life as a cam girl, it would be impossible to hide the sculptured eyebrows and nails, and my persistent use of the lip plumpers had already left them a little fuller than they had been before even without recent application.
Then the messed up relationships I had started to form, not knowing where I was with Ellie, or what meeting up with Marc would lead to, if he would even accept me, a backdrop of no financial security and the possibility that I would have to present myself to my family and friends as a girl, it was the most risky option by a long way. Or going back to a regular job, a well-paid one at that. I could of course carry on enjoying myself at home, but I would have to stop camming and delete all my accounts just in case a video of me got out and destroyed my career.
Ellie had been listening patiently, I skirted around our lack of official relationship status to her and she simply stated that I should do whatever would make me the happiest and I replied saying that I just didn’t know. Her final suggestion was to go all in for the last couple of days. Book an appointment at the salon, have the full works, see how it made me feel and then I would know for sure.
I let it sink in for a moment, she did have a point. While I had been emersed in the cam girl life, and the odd trip to the salon to get my hair and nails tidied I had always played it safe. If this really was going to be my last opportunity to experiment, why not go out with a bang. I could hear Ellie clapping her hands on the other end of the line. “I’ll call my people and see if they can fit you in” she stated enthusiastically.
The plan was to get fully dolled up, go all out and put on the best show I could, a farewell blowout as it were. I still hadn’t decided, but at least this would put it all on the line and I could let the fans decide, if there was enough support and more importantly tokens that would go a long way to sway the final outcome.
Half an hour later my phone pinged with a message from Ellie, they had a slot first thing the next day, I agreed and that was it. I spent the rest of the day nervously keeping myself occupied in the flat. A bit of gaming, some tidying up and organising, I re-engaged with my fans and posted about the big show I had planned for tomorrow.
Somewhat settled, I did at least have a plan, even if my fate lay in the hands of the strangers who would tune into my next show. By the time I had sorted everything it was getting late and my libido had returned with vengeance. My asshole itching with an unmistakable desire to be filled.
In preparation for the big makeover in the morning I decided to attach my breast forms, with the added time I could blend them in better, and I knew they would tick all the boxes for my fans. I hadn’t worn them in a while and I had forgotten how pleasant their weight felt attached to my chest, they really did complete my curves.
I pulled out the outfit I would wear to the salon, and thought about all the things that I might have done, we’d booked a 4 hour slot so there was time to do pretty much anything they had on offer. And then I turned my attention to what I would wear tonight. I wasn’t going to cam, so this was all for me, a final act of utter self-indulgence. I rummaged through every single item I had, cherry picking the very best.
Standing by the mirror it was impossible not to feel attracted to myself, no-one would have a clue I wasn’t a girl, the slightly angular features of my face, my nose a little larger perhaps giving it away a little, but my contouring was on point and did its very best to balance everything out. The ultimate giveaway was that I was now sporting a tent in the front of my dress, my rock hard cock prying up the lace fabric and peeking out.
I stroked it watching myself, smiling at the refection. Things rapidly escalated from there I brought my stool with one of the larger didoes attached, and Biggie’s replica. Still fully clothed I stepped into position, and pointed the rubber phallus at my entrance. I knew it would fit, but I had done no warm up, I just wanted to get it inside me. My rosebud parted under the pressure and I let out a little yelp as it gave way to the silicone intruder.
Inch by inch I slid down, deeper and deeper. Never taking my eyes from the mirror. As I felt my ass make contact with the stool I knew I had no more to go, I was stuffed full down below. Bringing the second fake cock to my mouth I preceded to give the best head I could muster. Slathering it with my tongue, forcing it into my mouth and down my throat.
Flashbacks filled my mind as the scent of Marc’s erection recalled. I pushed further and that peculiar sensation of my contracting throat connecting directly with my prostate to push me up on to a very high euphoric plain. I lost all self-control and began hammering my ass up and down on the stool, in unison with the toy in the mouth.
I struggled to stay focused on my reflection, no matter how captivating my image was. That surge of energy was building and I beckoned it to arrive faster. Increasing my pace I rammed the massive dong in my mouth further down, holding it in place my head swam with a tsunami of endorphins. I held it in position as I bounced harder and deeper.
I placed a single hand around my prick and barely got one full stroke before it hit me, I would have screamed out loud enough to break the windows if my gullet wasn’t stuffed full of plastic cock. My body spasmed erratically as wave after wave crashed over me. My dick spurting ream after ream of cum which splashed all the way over to the mirror, I was the very picture of orgasmic bliss.
My airway still restricted it took all my strength to remove Biggie’s dildo, I hadn’t even realised how much was inside me, but it was very nearly the entire ten inches. My throat rasping as the intruder left. My legs too weak to lift me off the stool and remove the dildo impaling my backside.
After a few minutes my heartbeat had come down, my breathing was somewhat regular and I groggily stood enough for the toy to fall out of my well stretched and thoroughly satisfied hole. If this morning had left me wanting more, I had well and truly made up and then some.
Gathering strength I undressed, put on my very favourite silk nightie and slipped between the sheets on my bed. It was relatively early, but tomorrow was a big day and I wanted to feel refreshed.
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