Chapter 19: Weekend Worries

It'd almost been two weeks since Leah transformed. The next Tuesday would mark the halfway point in Leah's journey, and she'd be that much closer to beating the challenge.

Leah shut herself indoors for the weekend, hoping the isolation would help curtail her erratic thoughts. And after last Friday, it was probably smart to stay in.

Friday, Saturday, and Sunday were spent much the same is her weekdays. Watching movies, playing computer games, Leah did whatever she could to distract herself.

As the weekend progressed, so too did Leah's condition. In the occasionally bought of arousal, Leah started producing more precum. The larger condoms helped, but gradually more and more of them were filled with her love juice.

On Sunday, Leah measured herself again.

She was nine inches long hard. Not even two weeks in, and she was already bigger than most men.

Sunday night, she sat at her couch and tried some light reading to break up the monotony.

As Leah laid back on the cushions, she quickly became engrossed by the novel. So engrossed, in fact, that she failed to notice her free hand worming its way to her breast. Her digits rubbed and pulled, playing with her nipple through her thin tank top.

"Uhhh." Leah moaned.

She stopped, realizing that something wasn't quite right.

"Am I groping myself?" she wondered, glancing down at her chest. She removed her hand from her chest.

"That's.... weird?"

Leah went back to reading her book. This time, her hand snaked under the fabric, then began flicking her nipples directly. Her cock steadily rose to hardness.

"Ohhh!" she squealed.

Again, she was shocked to discover her hand toying with her.

"What's going on?! Why am I doing this?!" Leah said.

For whatever reason, her body seemed to have a mind of its own. But when she paused to watch herself, nothing happened.

"I must be imagining this. Maybe I'm just tired. I should go to bed."

The girl closed her book and went off to her bedroom, readying herself for sleep.

Hours later, Leah tossed and turned about in bed restlessly. She was in the throes of another dream.

As she cooed and mumbled through her slumber, both her hands pulled close, clasping her breasts. Without a bra, she had no trouble finding purchase on her nipples again. Rubbing, pinching, tugging. Leah's fingers caressed her teats through the soft shirt fibers. Her dick was rock hard under the covers, doing its part to fill another condom.

She pulled at her nipples, alternating with a rhythm. Left, right, left, right.

Leah cried out, still lost in her erotic dream. Two wet spots formed on her chest. Her body eased up, then went limp.

The next morning, Leah's pajama bottoms were also soaked. Not by precum from her cock, but by the fluids oozing from her vagina. It seemed she somehow brought herself to a mini-orgasm, but managed not to cum with her cock. Between the unusual stains on her top and the wetness in her bottoms, Leah was getting worried.

That wasn't even considering the dream that Leah had, a dream which she still vividly recalled.