Last stretch

I must have fallen asleep on the touch, as Belle shook me awake, crouched down in front of the couch.

My head lifted from a pillow that wasn't there before, as well as the blanket falling off of my chest, once I sat upright.

"Sleep well?" She kissed my forehead and waited for me to fully wake up.

"yeah... how long was I out for?" I stretched, battling a yawn as I took in my surroundings.

"An hour or so. I made dinner if you're hungry?" Her gentle smile brought up some humility in me, as I realized the beautiful girl staring at me was my girlfriend.

"I'm.. um... not exactly starving, but I'll have some." I scratched the back of my head after I was reminded of being packed full with cum as I rubbed my belly, resulting in her giggling and reaching a hand out to help me up.

My stomach wasn't distended, but I swear I felt it slosh around once when I stood up. The buttplug was the next thing I noticed, though not as intensely as I remembered, it still gave off a dull feeling of being stuffed down there, that made itself especially noticeable as I sat down. Last but not least was the attire Belle had given me, which brought a blush to my cheeks as I realized how much skin I was showing compared to the sweatpants and t-shirt Belle had put on.

The cause of the blush quickly changed from exposure to desire and I amateurishly changed my posture to hopefully appear more feminine, or at least imitate a womans ability to appeal to the male carnal desire, as was my goal with Belle during our dinner.

We talked about random stuff and I forgot to keep up the act several times, but I think she caught on to what I was doing and openly ogled my body in random intervals.

When we were finished I made several walks to load up the dishwasher, feeling her eyes linger on me as she remained seated.

I struggled to admit to what I wanted lately, but as I read about sissy transformations and what not on my computer, I realized that I didn't just want to wear panties, I want to wear panties for her. I want to be desired by her, please her, make her want to shove me against a wall and pin me down with her dainty hands, give myself to her as she used my body and most of all, use her giant cock on me, even if it meant giving up my manhood, ignoring it, making fun of it, whatever, I just want her.

"I'm gonna take a shower, babe." I announced and saw her perk up, "Alone you horndog." the pout she gave me immediately after was in line with my expectations, but I had to do some preparations that required all of my concentration.

I found myself in the bathroom a short while later, having to pull on the buttplug harder than I expected, until it finnaly popped out. Inspecting it I was surprised to find it completely clean, though I still washed it off in the sink, before I stepped into the shower with some borrowed shaving cream and my razor.

It took about twice as long as I had expected, even with me already having little to no hair in the first place, but the end result left me with an incredibly smooth skin and hairless skin, apart from my eyebrows and scalp of course. I also might have played with the buttplug a bit more and brought myself to an embarrassingly easy ejaculation, which consisted of a few weak drops that didn't convey the intensity of the orgasm at all.

I brushed my teeth, applied some lotion after drying off and scoured the apartment for Belle, ankle socks, plug and the skimpy crop top and g-string my new default outfit.

She was grinding away at some MMO before I entered the room and plopped down on her bed. She noticed me right away, but was mid fight so her attention was torn between catching glimpses of me and her monitor.

I ignored my urges of looking over and patiently played around with my phone, hoping she would make the first move.

The sound of her headphones being set down on her table was followed by her chair rolling back and soon her silhouette dominated my peripheral vision.

I finally craned my head up to see her standing in front of the bed, biting down on her lower lip and her hands resting on her hips.

I grinned up at her, put the phone away and arched my back so that my ass stuck out behind me and ever so slightly move from left to right.

The outline of her hardening rod traveled down her gray sweatpants, the way her balls and even cockhead were visible through the fabric made me drool and as her fingers pulled them down by the elastic band, the outline transformed to the huge veiny cock that was going to take my virginity tonight.