Break 3 Part 1

"Well...uh...I like your piercings. You look hot." Andrea said awkwardly after everyone else had left. She was still naked, as usual, and while she didn't mind she felt a bit on unease coming from her friend now that they were alone.

"Like, thank you!" Leila said automatically, "But I'm not hot." She frowned. It was strange to have to accept compliments but also disagree with women.

"Oh you totally are. If you were locked away in that belt I'd make a move on you for sure."

Leila froze. She gulped. She knew for a fact that Andrea wasn't lying. "Um..."

"Oh sorry, I wasn't trying to make you uncomfortable. Seriously I'm not going to do anything to you. I have to sleep naked in bed with you, but I'll keep my hands to myself. Promise."

Leila nodded. Silence hung heavy between them. Leila looked down at the floor, "Like, um, actually...you can totally say no but...well...you mentioned the belt..."

"Yes?"

"I...it...it makes me so horny. Like oh my God! Miles let me out earlier but it wasn't enough. I don't need you to t-touch me or anything. Just...just..."

Andrea grinned, "Just what?"

"Unlock me!" Leila begged.

"Oh? What for? So you can play with yourself?"

"No. Um. Well..."

Andrea laughed, "Yes of course I will. You're doing me a big favour after all. Go ahead and strip."

"Strip?"

"Well I can take it off otherwise, can I?"

Leila gulped. Slowly she took off her clothes and set them aside. Until she stood there in just the belt and heels. "O-okay. I'm like, ready."

Andrea whistled, "Wow I didn't expect you to go nude. I thought you'd just take off your skirt. But I appreciate it, you are fine!"

Leila blushed, "Thank you so much, but I'm totally not."

Andrea stood up and touched Leila's chin, lifting it up slightly. She opened her mouth but then closed it and back up, "Sorry, how do I..." She touched the belt and easily removed it. Then she turned around, "I'll go take a shower. Be back soon."

With Andrea gone Leila lied down on the bed. She only had 10 minutes. She laid down and started rubbing her clit. For some reason the image of herself on her knees blowing some guy kept popping into her head. She found the idea strangely appealing and found herself rushing towards her peak.

She came, the belt reappearing instantly.

It was...good. not great, but good. Nothing like the one at Miles's earlier. Maybe they were too close together? Did she have to delay herself longer if she wanted another earth shattering orgasm like before?

Slowly she got off the bed and walked to Andrea's dresser. She borrow some pyjamas, after all Andrea wouldn't be wearing them.

Andrea returned from the shower and they stayed up a while watching trashy reality TV and talking, although neither of them brought up the game or what has just happened.

When it was time for bed Andrea tried staying as far away as she could, but even before Leila fell asleep that distance had closed to almost nothing.

Leila rolled over and saw Andrea was already asleep. She sighed and moved closer to spoon the other woman. Why fight the inevitable? Shortly after that she too fell asleep.

---

Sapphire stepped off the bus and started to walk. She still had the image of her passport in her mind. A new name. A new life. What did that mean for her future?

Her parents were deceased. Or David's were. What about Sapphire's? Were they real or imaginary? What about other relatives? Was Sapphire all alone?

Was she really a student? How could she afford tuition? Who was paying?

Even more fundamentally... Sapphire wondered about who she really was. A woman's body and a woman's name meant she was a woman, right? Daria had advised her to start thinking of herself as Sapphire. To start thinking of herself as a woman. She was trying. She knew it would only confuse herself and others to insist she was male.

She knew trans people existed of course. She just didn't think she was one of them. The change that had swapped her body... well...she felt did strange in her new body. She was shorter and her center of gravity as off. But she didn't feel...wrong. She didn't think this was gender dysmorphia, just the result of a rapid change to her body.

She stopped in front of her door. She wouldn't come up with all the answers right away. She'd just have to take this one day at a time.

She reached into her bag and pulled out her keychain. She push it into the lock and..and...

Nothing happened. The key didn't fit.

She stepped back. Had she gone to the wrong unit by mistake? No. This was her apartment. David's apartment anyway.

She tried again. No luck.

She looked at the key. It was similar, but she couldn't say for sure if it really was her key.

She sighed. What could she do? Go see the super? And do what? Explain that she really needed to get into David's apartment? Ya, that wouldn't be suspicious at all.

She'd have to...get a hotel? Wait, did she have any money?

She opened her bag and pulled out her wallet. She hadn't looked before but her credit and bank cards were different now too. Had she lost all her savings? All the hard work that she'd done as David?

She still had a phone. She opened her banking app, signing in with biometrics.

Chequing account: $31.56

Saving Account: $0.00

Credit Card Balance: $1253.21

Wait, so she was broke? David had over $40,000 saved up. What had happened to her money?

She clicked on the chequing account and gasped. Well, she knew how she could afford tuition. David had paid. All of her savings, gone. Nothing left even for living expenses. What the hell was she going to do?

She dug through her wallet again, looking for any more clues. She found a fist full of small bills. Not enough for a hotel, but enough for a taxi.

She picked up her phone and dialed.

"Oui, bonjour?"

"Camille, it's me. I'm locked out. Could I stay with you tonight?"

"Ah yes, of course. Not a problem."

"Thanks. I'll be over soon."

"See you then."

Sapphire didn't know what she would do going forward, but at least she had somewhere to stay tonight. She'd figure the rest out later.

---

Miles woke up and immediately grabbed his cock. It was rock hard and the only thing he could think about was getting off. He didn't bother getting undressed, he just shoved his hand under his boxers and went to town. He didn't need much stimulation at all, he came almost immediately.

He took a deep breath and then shook himself. That wasn't like him. Not at all. Sure he didn't shy away from touching himself, but this new sex drive was really something else.

He got up and went to take a shower to clean up. Of course he couldn't help getting off in the shower another time. He'd never thought about getting a piercing, any piercing, but was already used to his new Prince Albert. It just felt like a natural part of his body, no healing time necessary. He was a little worried about having sex though, and he needed to have sex, and soon.

Masturbation took the edge off a little bit, but his magically enhanced sex drive was craving something more. It was unfortunate that he was single, and more unfortunate that he was now suddenly poor. Maybe he could ask Andrea to give him some money to hit the bars tonight? Not that he had any experience picking up women for one night stands, but you have to start somewhere he supposed.

He briefly considered calling up his ex for a booty call. He dismissed this almost immediately. First of all she'd seen his cock before and he had no good way of explaining why it was so much bigger. More importantly they'd broken up because she cheated on him and he couldn't forgive her for that. She'd tried to get back together with him numerous times since then, even offered the occasional booty call, but that was just too messy. At least for now.

His next thought was to ask one of his friends for pity sex. They were all under the effects of the boardgame too. Except he felt like them knowing his circumstances made it worse. They might feel obligated to do something they really don't want to do out of concern for him and that's not what he wanted.

His final thought was his neighbour. He was pretty sure she was into him. He'd ignored her advances because of their age gap, but his cock was definitely on board for ignoring that now.

Her name was...damn. He couldn't remember what her name was. That would make things more awkward. He sighed and put that thought aside.

It was Saturday morning, and for Miles that meant a park run. There was a 5k loop near his condo every Saturday at 8 and he'd been going fairly religiously. He got ready, grabbed an energy bar, and headed out.

It was quite the coincidence after thinking about her, but someone else was waiting at the elevators when he got there.

"Hey you!" She said in her usual bubbly voice.

"Hey Sunshine." He said, praying she wouldn't find the nickname too off-putting, "Going for a run?"

"Sunshine? Cause I'm so bright?" She asked with a coy smile.

He smiled back, "Of course. Your smile would brighten up anyone's day."

She smirked, "That would be more convincing if you weren't staring at my boobs."

Miles blushed, "I...um..."

She giggled, "Oh I don't mind. Say, do you want to join me?"

"Well, I was going to do the park run, it's 5k. Do you want to join me?" Miles asked instead.

She seemed surprised. Probably because she'd tried to get Miles to do things with her before, and he'd always said no. She was only 19 and in University. Miles was 33 with a corporate job. He just didn't think any kind of relationship between them would be appropriate. Of course legally she was an adult, but their expectations for life were so different right now. Not only that but he'd bought his condo with his own hard work, but her parents had bought hers as a birthday present. Their circumstances were just too different. A relationship between them could never work.

But what he wanted right now wasn't a relationship.

On their way to the run she talked non-stop about some celebrity feud that he'd never heard of. He'd never heard of the celebrities involved either. But she was happy just to talk and he did his best to listen, even if it didn't mean much to him. At the run he decided to slow down to run at her pace, but she surprised him but running it in just over 24 minutes. Not quite as fast as he would normally do, but not that much slower either.

"Whew, that was a good run." She said, wiping sweat off her brow.

"Ya, it's already pretty hot too. I think I need a shower."

A mischievous look came into her eyes, "You know...my shower fits two."

Miles's response caught in his throat. Was she teasing him, or for real?

"Oh my God your face!" She laughed, "You don't have to be so stiff. I'm hot. You're hot. We're both adults. Both single. What's the harm?"

"Uh, ya." He said finally, "You're right. No harm."

Her eyes went wide, "Really? I didn't think you'd say yes. Well, let's go then."

He went with her back to their building, following her all the way into her unit. It wasn't that different from his own, except her furniture was more expensive and he felt a slight pang of jealousy over her expresso machine which probably could have paid his mortgage for a year. She led him into the shower and turned the water on. Then she turned to him, "Ok, let's see what we're working with."

Before he knew what she was doing, she'd grabbed his shorts and boxers and yanked them down. His cock, already halfway erect, sprung free.

"Holy shit!" She stared at it in disbelief, "You...fuck...wow."

He rubbed the back of his head. Of course every guy wanted a woman to see his dick and be awed by it, but now that it had actually happened to him he was worried she might be intimidated.

"Well...I did not expect that monster. Lucky me!" She winked at him and grabbed the bottom of her sports bra, ripping it over her head in one motion, "But I've got big things to show you too." She threw her top aside and then cupped her breasts invitingly.

Miles didn't need more of an invitation than that. He finished stripping his clothes and closed the distance between them. She winked at him again and then pulled down her shorts, "Oh look, I wasn't wearing panties." She teased. Then before he could touch her she jumped into the shower and waved him in.

He joined her and then wrapped his arms around her. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to kiss her. This jumping straight to sex thing was new to him. But they she decided for him, reaching up to kiss him passionately. As they started to make out he groped her and she started touching his cock.

That didn't last long. She broke off the kiss, "I need that thing inside me! Don't worry, I'm on the pill. Just go slow." She turned around and leaned forward into the wall of the shower, pushing her butt out towards him.

Miles grabbed his cock and slowly positioned himself at her entrance. As instructed he went slow. He was amazed by how the piercing felt, it was so much better than regular sex. He had been missing out.

"Yes...yes...yes...more!" She cried as he slowly filled her, "Oh yes! Fuck." He bottomed out and held himself tightly against her. She nodded, "You're so big! Fuck. Keep going." He did, pulling back a little faster and then stroking forward again, "Faster. You can go faster."

He slowly worked himself up. He didn't want to hurt her, and he didn't want to hurt his new piercing either. Quickly though he reached a good rhythm.

Miles had been with a few women in the past, and he felt like he was a good lover. Despite that, none of them women he'd been with had ever had an orgasm through vaginal penetration. At least not with him. That didn't mean he didn't even the score, but he'd always had to use his hands or tongue to do it.

Maybe Sunshine was just different, or maybe it was his new bigger cock or piercing, but there was no faking what happened next. She came screaming, convulsing and losing all strength in her legs. Miles had to react quickly to hold her up to stop her from getting hurt.

"N...N-no more." She said softly, pushing herself off his cock. She turned and looked at him in a daze, "T-too sensitive. I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry, it's ok."

She shook her head, "No, it's not. L-let me..." She slowly got down on her knees, positioning the showerhead behind her. Then she grabbed his cock and started stroking it, "This thing is amazing! I've never...that's the first time...no guy has ever made me cum like that!"

Miles gulped. That was high praise, and it felt good, but he was worried about future entanglements with her.

Then she suddenly put it in her mouth and buried it in her throat and all his concerns vanished.

Just like he'd never had a lover cum from vaginal sex, he'd also never experienced being deepthroated before. He briefly considered she must have done this before, especially considering how big his dick was, but he quickly forgot about it as pleasure overwhelmed his brain.

She pulled back for air and kept stroking with her hands, "Cum in my mouth." She told him. Then she went back to blowing him. He quickly obliged, filling her mouth with his cum.

She stood up and briefly rinsed her mouth in the shower stream. Then she winked at him, "Well since we're here we should get clean too." She grabbed her shampoo and started to wash her hair. When she was done she turned around and looked down, "You're still hard? Can you go again?"

"Yes, of course." Miles said.

"Well...I've recovered...shall we?"

Miles might've wondered about how smart it was to get involved with someone who lived next door, but his sex drive pushed all those thoughts aside, "Yes!" He said immediately.

---

Daria hung up the phone and sighed. She couldn't keep doing this. She couldn't live on her own anymore. It was just too inconvenient to have to call someone to ask permission every time she needed to go to a new room. The only problem was that whoever lived with her would likely become the target of 'breakfast in bed'. Even though her first experience with a woman hadn't been that unpleasant, she still considered herself to be straight. That said she just couldn't imagine herself living with a man that she wasn't married too. And the idea of going down on a woman every day...well...she was torn between her old ideals and her new transformation. A little voice in the back of her head kept whispering about how good it would be.

But no matter what it felt like too big of a commitment to ask a friend to fill that role. Last night David had decided she would leave it up to chance today, and so she would.

It was a Saturday and she didn't have any particular plans, but she also didn't want to spend the whole day cooped up in her apartment. After breakfast she decided to go for a walk. She got dressed, in black of course, and headed outside.

Surprisingly she didn't encounter anyone in the hallway. She didn't see anyone in the elevator. She made it all the way outside without seeing a soul.

Of course this was Sydney. A city of over 5 million people. You couldn't go too far without seeing anyone, particularly living in the CBD like she did. A few seconds after stepping outside she made eye contact with a man who'd been walking by.

The magic took hold on both of them. He stopped and waited patiently as she approached, pulled down his pants, and grabbed onto his cock. He shuddered with the sudden burst of pleasureShe couldn't believe she was doing this. Giving a blowjob to a stranger was still terrifying to her, but in public? In the middle of the sidewalk?

She was the only one who thought it was weird though. As she took his cock in her mouth other people simply walked around them, ignoring them totally. The man himself seemed rather disinterested. He pulled out his phone and started scrolling as she worked on him.

She was a little offended by that. Not that she was in a position to vocalize her complaint. The magic pushed her onwards, closer and closer to his orgasm.

She realized that she was in fact a little disappointed she'd seen a man and not a woman. She knew that compulsion was just going to get worse. She might not be able to wait until tomorrow morning. She might have to...no. She couldn't seduce another woman. It wouldn't be right.

The man finally came, filling her mouth with his salty seed. She swallowed and sat back on her heels.

"Thanks." The man said casually. He pulled up his own pants and walked off without another word.

Daria stood up and brushed off her knees.

"Excuse me," A woman's voice called out to her. She looked up and saw a woman holding a stack of flyers, "Would you care to make a donation to save the rainforest?"

"Yes." Daria said automatically.

"Really? Wonderful, we-"

Daria cut her off, "Sorry I meant no." She was a bit embarrassed but she was glad she only had to answer yes initially. "I have to go." She tired to hurry past the bewildered volunteer.

"Wait!" The woman stepped in front of Daria, arms straight out.

Daria sighed and put her hand on the woman's arm to push it aside. The moment she made contact the woman moaned loudly and dropped her arms.

"Wha-wha?" The volunteer was confused by the sudden shock of pleasure she got from Daria.

Embarrassed, Daria hurried along and didn't look back.

---

"Is this it?" Camille asked.

Sapphire nodded, "I think so. That's what the email said."

Camille grabbed Sapphire's hand, "It'll be ok."

She felt bad for the other woman. Camille had only had her sexual orientation changed and found it to be hard to deal with. She couldn't imagine losing not just your gender, but your whole life. After getting locked out of David's apartment last night, Sapphire had started digging into her new identity this morning. They'd found evidence that there was an apartment being rented to Sapphire near the Art School.

It was above a cafe, accessed by a small staircase around the back. Camille led the way knowing that Sapphire was a bit more timid than she was. She'd known Sapphire, or rather David, for a long time. He wasn't the most outgoing guy but back when he was a little more **** to find work he used to show up to industry events trying to push his art. As the curator of a museum a lot of those events were practically mandatory for Camille. She'd struck up a conversation with him about one of his pieces and they'd been friends ever since. His style wasn't really what the owner of her gallery was looking for, but David had talent, there was no doubt about that. David's biggest problem was always self promotion. He did his freelance work exclusively online and remote mostly because it helped him avoid interacting with other people. He'd stopped coming to those events as soon as he had enough work to sustain himself.

She didn't imagine becoming a woman would make Sapphire bolder.

Camille reached the door and Sapphire handed her the key. She put it in...in worked. They entered the small apartment together.

Camille had never visited David's apartment. She considered them to be good friends but he was a rather private individual. She didn't know what his old place looked like, but she expected artists to have a certain flair. This apartment...did not have flair.

"Oh dear." Camille whispered.

The apartment was tiny. It had a sink, but not even a stove or a fridge. Just a small hot plate. Her closet was basically bare, just a few choices. Camille shook her head, "Non. Non. Tu ne restes pas ici," Camille grabbed Sapphire's shoulders, "You can't stay here."

Sapphire didn't seem that put off by it, "Well it's clean."

"It's clean because its empty! What are you going to eat for dinner?"

"There's a cafe downstairs." Sapphire said. She reached into her bag and pulled out a twenty, "I get money every day."

Camille stomped her foot down, "No! You are coming home with me."

Sapphire looked down at her feet. Then slowly looked around the apartment. "Well...it is a little spartan...but it's close to school. I...I never did get to go to Uni...and you live so far away"

Camille nodded, "Ok...well...I can't leave you here. You have no food. No clothes. Nothing. Come, we'll go shopping...my treat."

Camille wasn't exactly loaded, but she was in the position to splurge a little bit on a friend. Even if Sapphire ultimately ended up staying here, she needed more than...this. A good wardrobe. Some nice art. An actual table. They could make that place work. Maybe.

They spent the whole day shopping. Sapphire didn't seem super into it at first, but by the end she was having just as much fun as Camille had. Daria had apparently taken her shopping before too, but Camille thought Daria's style was much too old for the now 20 year old Sapphire.

Sapphire came out of the changing room and looked at Camille, slightly embarrassed.

"Wow, amazing!" Camille said.

"Are you sure about this, it's a lot of skin, isn't it?" It was. The dress was almost as short as Camille's own skirt and it displayed a lot of cleavage, but it wasn't scandalous or anything.

"No, you look amazing!" Camille insisted. She felt flushed. She had been getting more and more aroused all day and seeing her gorgeous friend all dressed up wasn't doing her any favours. Maybe this hadn't been such a good idea after all.

"Well...if you say so. This is pretty expensive though isn't it? We could just go to KMart or something."

Camille shook her head, "No! My treat. Seriously. You can wear that out of the store. I'll pay."

Sapphire protested a little more, but Camille was able to convince her. She looked so good...it torn her up inside to be thinking such lewd thoughts about a friend but she couldn't help herself.

They headed back to Sapphire's apartment. She insisted on staying there tonight, and Camille couldn't convince her otherwise.

Camille watched as Sapphire put the clothes away. She squeezed her legs together. It was getting bad. She really, really needed it. She'd have to hurry home and...and what? She couldn't do it alone.

She looked up and noticed Sapphire stared at her, "What? Something on my face?"

Sapphire shook her head, "Are you ok? You seem...oh. Oh!" Sapphire blushed, "What was it, snowball? Are you ok?"

Camille tried to put on a brave face, "Yeah, yeah I'm fine. Don't worry about it."

Sapphire shook her head, "No you're not. It won't go away on it's own, will it? You probably don't want it but...I can help you."

"You can? I mean, no, I can't ask that."

"You helped me, let me return the fa-oh. That makes me sound like a prostitute doesn't it?" Sapphire blushed deeply, "I mean I know how messed up this game is. Let me help you."

Camille gulped, "I don't just need permission anymore...I need...help."

Sapphire nodded, "Lie down." She walked over and gently pushed Camille down on the futon. Without waiting she pushed her skirt up and pulled Camille's panties down.

"Saph..." Camille said softly.

Sapphire pulled her hair behind her head and moved in. Camille gasps as she felt Sapphire's tongue reach her. It was her first time being touched that way by a woman. It felt...amazing.

She closed her eyes and let herself enjoy it. She felt herself getting closer and closer and let herself moan appreciatively.

Suddenly it stopped, "I forgot, you have permission to cum." Sapphire said, before restarting.

With permission given it didn't take long for Camille to cum in a earth shattering roar. She smiled and laughed softly, that had been amazing.

She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at Sapphire, "I, uh, I can-"

Sapphire shook her head, "N-no. Thank you. I...I haven't..."

Camille nodded, "I understand. Thank you, I really needed that. I feel so much better."

"Glad I could help." Sapphire said with a smile.

---

"Hey gorgeous, nice ass."

"Thank you so much."

"I love your hair."

"Like, thanks!"

"Dude, feel her ass. It's juicy."

SMACK!

"Yeah, totally!"

"Wow, like, thanks so much guys!"

Leila rolled her eyes as she kept moving. Why had she decided to go shopping? Shopping meant going in public with, ugh, men. She couldn't go more than a few feet without being harassed. Not only did she have to thank people for her ****, but the more it happened the more she thought about sucking cock.

It was bad to know that she couldn't refuse a blowjob, but really how often did she get asked? What was worse was the slow build up of desire. She tried thinking of over things but her mind always kept running back to a big fat cock slipping between her lips, spraying it's...

She shook herself. She'd zoned about thinking about cocks again. This was bad. She couldn't focus.

She could call Miles, but she didn't want to give him the wrong idea. But she couldn't just wait it out either. Sooner or later she needed cock.

"Nice tits." A man said to her suddenly.

She turned and looked at him, "Like thanks!" He was about her age. No movie star, but he was attractive enough. He'd do. "Can I suck your cock?"

"What?" He seemed flabbergasted. Despite having just sexually harassed her, he hadn't been prepared for her response.

"Can I suck your cock?" She asked again, "We can go totally into the fitting room."

"Uh..."

Leila rolled her eyes. She grabbed his hand and pulled. He didn't resist as she led him into the fitting room and locked the door. She didn't waste anytime getting down on her knees. She undid his belt and pulled down his pants. He was already hard in anticipation. She felt her other compulsion kick in. She knew she had to defeat this cock. Nothing would stop her.

"I don't know if this is a good idea." He said to her.

She ignored him and wrapped her lips around his cock. That shut him up quickly. She worked fast, determined to have her victory. The man didn't last long but surprised her by pulling out just as he came. His cum spattered all over her face.

"Ew, gross!" She complained.

"Sorry, uh, you look good with cum on your face." He said.

"Thanks!"

"Ya, you're a good cocksucker."

"For realz? Thanks a bunch!" She hated that she had to thank him after he had the nerve to give her a facial without permission. She stood up, "Do you have a tissue or something?"

"Sorry, uh, bye." He pulled up his pants and fled.

"Fucking great." Leila mumbled to herself. She wiped her face as best she could before leaving to head to the bathroom. Maybe Miles wouldn't have been so bad?