Eye of the Beholder Ch. 03

"I DON'T KNOW!" Her voice boomed against the walls, noticeably more timber. "You passed out, the guys helped me drag you out to the car, we... finished, and then I passed out too. I don't know what happened!"

She started sobbing, I couldn't understand her mumbled whines. I stepped towards her, setting my hands on her shoulders. "I don't know if we are gonna get better, but we'll be okay."

"We?" She looked up at me expectantly. I guess I show her mine since she showed me hers.

Without a word I popped the button on my pants and shoved them to my ankles.

"Yes."

I watched her expression as she peered down at my own click. I saw a mixture of shock and relief on her face. She wasn't alone. She hugged me, resting her head on my shoulder. I could really feel how strong and tall she was now, her head was almost level with mine, and her arms pulled me in tight, leaving little room for resistance on my part. Not that I minded, she needed to know I loved her.

I had spent the morning getting to know my own body, I was much less scared after taking the shower. She needed that too.

I tried pushing her back gently, but she didn't budge. "Babe, let go for a second." Begrudgingly she did. She kept her hands on my shoulders, I could see her trying to puzzle something together.

"Did you shrink?"

"I think you grew."

"Maybe... but you definitely shrunk too." She pulled at the bottom hem of my shirt, I looked down and saw that it almost completely covered my crotch. None of my shirts did that, I was too tall. Then I thought about the old high school sweatshirt that came past my ass. I thought maybe it was because of how old it was, but even then, I shot up half a foot after I graduated. I guess shot back down...

"Weird."

"You're tellin me." She reached up to one of her breast and squeezed. Milk shot out in four different directions as she moaned from the release. I felt the wet warmth on my leg, on my face and some on my arm. I gasped at the milk streams. They reminded me of my own cream that I had swallowed too soon. I lifted my arm and licked the drops off.

"It tastes...fruity?"

Her face scrunched up. "You like it?"

"Try it," I tempted her with a smile. She returned it only slightly and leaned forward. She licked from my jaw to my eye, cleaning me of her milk. She let it sit on her tongue for a moment before answering.

"Fruity... I like it." I raised an eyebrow playfully and she swatted at me. "Don't mock. Help me." She gestured to her breasts, engorged and leaking from the pressure.

"Does it hurt?"

"I definitely feel pressure, but the release is pure pleasure." She pushed down again, moaning like before as her milk splashed across my chest.

As scary as this situation was, she deserved to enjoy the pleasures that our new bodies had to offer. I knew my dick wasn't what it was, but now there were other ways.

I bent down and took her left, engorged nipple into my mouth and began to suck. Stream after stream filled my mouth. I did my best to keep it from leaking out the sides, it was too perfect to go to waste. She moaned in time with my suckling, each release pulling her deeper into an orgasmic daze. She wrapped her arms around my shoulders for support as I drained her. I lifted her up, keeping my mouth wrapped around my new toy, and set her on the sink so she could relax.

I drank my full from her breast, but it seemed never ending. I pulled back to examine my work, and other than her raw nipple, there was nothing different about her breasts. Still swollen and red, still leaking.

Her head was thrown back, her messy face gasping. "Why did you stop?"

I wanted to help her, but I couldn't drink anymore, at the same time I didn't want to waste it.

An idea popped into my head. I grabbed her face and kissed her hard. "Grab your stuff, meet me in my room. Give me just a minute." Her eyes were wide, but she nodded, nonetheless.

I ran out the room, still naked and covered in milk. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed a pitcher from one of the cabinets and a storage bowl from another. Looking at the containers, I estimated how much I had drunk already. I grabbed a towel and searched for my mom's old canning pot for good measure.

When I walked into my room, Bri was lying on the bed, hand between her legs. I don't think that she even noticed me come in. Her eyes were closed, and she was gasping like before. I watched her writhe on the bed, her hand working between her thighs, as I set my things by the side of the bed. Her hand was massaging her clit, or click. It stuck straight up thanks to the angle of her hips. Her fingers massaged circles into the length of it, and then she moved to the tip in a similar motion.

She paused to gather her wetness from behind her click, and spread it over the tip and then down to the base. When she continued she began to moan deeper, drawing me in.

I knew what it was like to have such a large, sensitive member, and I knew that her motions would not fully satiate her needs.

I moved to the edge of the bed and laid down between her legs. Her familiar aroma was muskier than before, but no less enticing. Her juices stained the sheets under her ass. Her slit glimmered and pulsed from arousal. Her member twitched and bounced from her relentless fingering.

I slid one hand up her shin. Slowly, I followed my hand up her leg until I was face-to-face with her pulsing, enlarged, clit.

The hood of her clit was a joke, I small fold of skin at the base. The tip, having no opening, still resembled a pearl, or more-or-less a golf ball at this point. The rest of the length, close to 6 inches, was red and lined with thin veins, and begging to be sucked.

I started at the bottom, licking from her taint, over her vagina and up to the base of her clit, gathering her own lubricant along with my saliva. With her clit now resting against my face, I nuzzled her thickened hair. Her taste was savory and welcoming, her scent, musky and intoxicating.

I took her clit into my mouth, rolling my tongue around her rounded tip. She let out one long cry and ended her assault, digging her fingers into my hair instead.

I started with small motions as I got used to the phallic shape in my mouth, something entirely new to me. Not that I didn't know what felt good.

I twirled my tongue on her tip, which, according to her loud gasps and moans, was still her most sensitive spot. I plunged my head down, taking in a mouth full, and then pulled up slowly, sucking as I did. I repeated this a few times until her other hand joined to help push my head down more.

After a few more strokes, I pressed my tongue down and breathed in, taking more into my mouth until I started to gag. One more inch. Bri continued to guide my head, soon she started to thrust her hips in time with her pushing. With my arms wrapped around her thighs, I let her fuck my face.

I never felt this weak compared to her. She was so strong that I couldn't fight against her even if I wanted to, which I didn't. She rarely took control like this. This was certainly a moment to savor.

I remembered my ass-guy from the night before and wondered if she would consider fucking me there.

I gagged and bobbed for what felt like an hour and I enjoyed every minute.

I don't know when I started, but I was grinding my hips into the edge of the bed, my dangling click swinging against the sheets. I wanted to stroke it, but I didn't dare let go of her thighs, I wanted to feel her power as she thrusted into my face.

Her back arched and her rhythm quickened. She dug her nails into my skull and pushed my head down until my nose was buried in her hair. Her clit pulsed inside my mouth, and she trusted shallowly.

I took advantage of her approaching orgasm to let go of one of her legs to slip three fingers inside her. My fingers entered easily through her swollen lips, her cream letting me move deeper. I tightened my lips and pressed my tongue against her pulsing clit that was resting at the back of my mouth. I timed my tongue movement with the thrusts of my fingers.

With her back still arched, she ground into my face. Her moans rose as her hips gyrated. Her pussy walls clenched at my fingers. Her own fingers tangled into my hair, scratching at my scalp. I quickened my pace, urging her to cum around my fingers. After a few moments, I slipped my pinky in, followed quickly by my thumb. I was all but fisting her.

I curled my first two fingers up and pushed deeper into her. My wrist was between her lips now. I started to bob my head again, playing with her sensitive tip when I surfaced and shaking my head when I reached her base.

Between gasps, she yelled, "More!" So, I straightened my fingers and plunged my whole hand inside her until I could feel her marble-like cervix.

Then she came. She tensed into the bed as she rode my face and hand. Her high-pitch moans turned into timber, masculine grunts. Her clit all but came down my throat as it shuddered and jumped. Her hands found themselves massaging her breasts, milk fountaining across her abdomen. Her pussy clenched around my fist, drawing it deeper until my knuckles were against her cervix. And all I could do was stare in amazement.

She rode her orgasm down, it took well over a few minutes for the pulse to weaken and slow enough for me to pull my fist out. When I did, it dripped in her savory cream.

My lips were still raw from sucking on her girly dick, but that didn't stop me from licking and sucking all my fingers clean. It didn't taste like how it used to, it was salty, milky and thick, and I didn't dare swallow.

I had just enough cum to roll around in my mouth and savor, but I wanted more. With her legs still wide, I sank my tongue between her lips and devoured her until even her vagina was clean of cum. I still did not swallow.

With a mouth full of her cum, I crawled up her body, trying in vain to slurp the milk spilling across her belly. When my face was level with hers, I opened my mouth, slowly letting her precious juices drip down into her own mouth. She liked me spitting into her mouth in the past, but now my motive was less about dominance and more about letting her to enjoy her new flavors.

She welcomed the dribble onto her tongue and mimicked my earlier enjoyment of my own cum. She reached down between her legs, gathering remnants of our exploration and then placed two dampened fingers into her eager mouth.

The site was too much. I slammed my mouth against hers. I would love her in any body and seeing her enjoy these new changes--our changes--filled me with joy, lust, and pride.

As much as I had panicked earlier that morning, it was much like the panic that comes with a cut. If you refuse to look, you convince yourself that it is worse than it is until you look and realize that you were barely bleeding in the first place. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad, and we had each other.