Cleansing confessions

The sizzling pans pulled us apart before either of us could add anything and we sat down to eat, I had a novelty apple and glass of water, while Belle scarfed down two and a half plates of her 'special diet food'.

She explained to me why it was so special and insisted on it being a vital part of her increasing cum load with a stuffed mouth and the ocassional burp, however the only tangible health benefit I caught onto, was that she didn't eat anything with trans-fats, which mostly helped her cholesterol levels. Other than that it was mostly mumbo jumbo that ranged from alternative medicine and folklore to scientifically proven stuff when it came to believability.

In between conversations with her when she grabbed another plate I cleared up some notifications I had been accidentally ignoring lately, until Belle fell into a somber mood.

"You know... I always felt weird as a boy, but I thought turning into a girl was the only solution for that. I was convinced that I had to play the part of a girl and that would mean- you know... getting rid of my guy parts, but now I'm kind of... happy I didn't. So I... I just ahh I wanted to thank you, Jamie." She poked at her food while stumbling over her words, not meeting my gaze until the very last part and I saw a tear rolling down her cheek.

I didn't know what to say, a 'no problem' felt wrong as I grasped the magnitude this topic meant to her. I sure as hell didn't mean to cure the gender dysphoria she probably carried throughout all her life by sucking her off a few times.

But maybe this was closer to the growing doubts and insecurities I had struggled to make sense of recently than I realized.

I laid my hand on hers, my face turning into a sympathetic expression all by itself and received a weak smile from her in return.

We sat in pleasant silence for the rest of her meal, cleaned up after ourselves and enjoyed the casual touches we shared, an unspoken understanding forming between us that felt almost like telepathy.

I went to my room afterwards, Belle wanted to tidy up and vacuum her room from the chaos we have unwillingly created in there and I'd honestly just be in the way, so I was left to my own thoughts and feelings without anything to stimulate them.

I felt odd in the panties, not as in uncomfortable, but seeing my flat chest and vaguely male build in just panties was jarring, maybe a fitting top or bra would make it better?? And while my hair wasn't one of the few typical short haircuts a man has these days, I still tussled them about a few times, thinking what Belle would like the best.

My thoughts drifted back to the ridiculousness of her growing package, I suppose a really late puberty sounded plausible? And then there was the fact that she took hormones, which from my novice understanding should block her male testosterone and stuff like that. As I thought about her size my attention was brought to my own male sex organs and made me rummage through my drawers for a ruler.

I knew I was exactly 10 centimeters, a fact I had so often checked as I hoped I hit a late growth spurt or something, hell I measured myself weekly last summer in anxiety of college girls laughing at my predicament, so believe me when I say that I couldn't fathom what tricks the universe was playing with me, as I my hard pecker barely made it behind the 8 centimeter mark, I double checked, tried to get harder, but I was already at full mast, my unused penis was as sensitive as it could be, even from two fingers stroking it without anything to spur me on. 3,3 inches, that's what the other side of the strip showed as I pushed the plastic into my pubic area.

"not like i need it right?" I put the ruler away with a sigh and pulled my panties back on, the fabric irritatingly soft.

"Owww!" I shoved a shirt over my head and went out of my room to dull my senses with some mundane television, only to feel a sharp sting on my left cheek and loud *SLAP* right as I left my room, making me stumble forward a step.

"Woahh it jiggled, " Belle's hand immediately found the reddening mark again and, adding her other hand, started groping my behind. "Hmmm Babe, can you do something for me?"

With that she led me to her room and had me go on my knees and elbows on her bed. She stood behind me giving instructions and compliments, before I felt her grab a hold of my hips and her hard rod wedge itself inside my crack, the panties riding up in the process.

I had to stifle a moan as she humped my behind, her groans and our thighs smashing together made me want more, though not today, I needed more time to prepare, especially with that monster of hers.

"Turn around, baby." She guided me onto my back, my head hanging off the edge and I felt a little bit intimidated seeing her stand above me. Her hard foot long pole looked even bigger than I remember and the full balls above it from my upside down perspective hung low enough to slap my face with each thrust.

"Give me your hands." After lining up her tip with my lips, smearing them with pre in the process, she locked her fingers with mine and pushed forwards, spreading my lips apart on their own.

"You want me to fuck your mouthpussy, babe?" She gyrated her hips, sensually pulling in and out right before entering my esophagus, which made me squirm underneath her. The sheer size in combination with the angle this position gave her had me getting cold feet, a weak moan escaping the vacuum seal her meat created in protest.

"Your little friend is telling a different story." I felt her pull my panties to the side and giggle excitedly, her cock flexing while she ran a finger over my pathetic boner.

She left my pecker out in the fresh air and grabbed my hand again, using it for support as she raised her heels off the ground and started to push deeper, eliciting another unmanly muffled sound that reverberated through her cock and made her shiver in return.

Belle worked herself deeper with each thrust and the power she had over me in this position, as well as the fact that she was reshaping my insides with her huge dick, while I was helplessly squirming underneath her in panties, send my heal reeling.

The fact that I could easily overpower her was actually a big reason I was so turned on by her. I've come more and more to terms with the **** situations I found myself in and the comparison between our endowments.

She repeatedly hilted herself and I tried my best to breathe and not gag, while also swallowing and deliberately tightening my throat for her.

At some point she climbed on the bed, her rod balls deep, and she locked my head in place with her knees. Her thrusts resumed with even more vigor and my hands clenched around hers as my body convulsed.

"Oh my god..." She picked up her pace as I spurted onto my stomach and smashed all the way down to deposit her first rope of natural protein into my stomach.

Her pleased groans filled the silent apartment as my mouthpussy did its best to milk her dry.

Towards the end she stood up again, pulled out and painted my face with 3 or 4 more ropes, sticking the tip in my mouth to let me taste the rest.

She pulled out pretty quickly afterwards and ushered me to sit up, apparently I had begun to leak white cream and wouldn't give a coherent answer.

"i'm okay" She thought my head hanging off the bed had me ****, but I was perfectly fine, really good actually and I just wanted to relax and enjoy the blissful feeling spreading through my body.

We both came down from our high and went to the bathroom to clean up.