More sex.

For long minutes, Michelle and I kissed passionately, content with the reassuring embrace and the sensations of our bodies writhing erotically in unison as our mouths and tongues hungrily feasted. My arousal was almost unbearable, an exquisite torture that I knew I could find no release from. It was that maddening stimulation that finally drove me to be the first to break our kiss and act. I push back away from our side-by-side embrace and rise above Michelle. Once, so recently, I would have used my superior strength to accomplish this. I would have exerted control, flipping Michelle easily onto her back, and she would have joyfully adopted a submissive response. Now I was well aware that had Michelle wished, she could have easily resisted any attempt to dominantly exert myself. Our bodies were similar in height, but Michelle had the advantage of both strength and weight compared to my ultra-feminine transformed physique. Michelle did not resist, though, complying with a girlish laugh as I rolled her onto her back and slid on top of her.

I kissed her again, more aggressively, and with her acceptance, I pinned her wrists to the sheets beneath her. Her smaller breasts flattened as she lay on her back, my breasts even larger in comparison as they swung gently beneath my slim body. My soft lips moved from her mouth to her neck, and over her shoulder to her gravity-flattened chest. With her superior musculature, shorter hair and her breasts all but disappeared in this position, it occurred to me that to a fly on the wall, we could be mistaken for a woman astride a handsome, slender man, perhaps. I inched lower, and my lips captured one of Michelle's teats, her long, thick nipples betraying the illusion that she could possibly be male. Michelle giggled and gasped as my lips and teeth worried and teased her nipple, before my head moved, crossing her chest to repeat my playful torture upon its twin. I suckled her teats in turn until each was fully engorged and stiffened, jutting arrogantly upwards from her chest as I drew my head away and stared down at her, with loose strands of my drying blonde hair falling down to tickle her dark nipples.

I shifted my body lower, my lips now kissing her stomach, and once more I marvelled that a reminder of my former masculinity was even now within Michelle's womb. I kiss her navel, my lips sealing over it and sucking as my tongue slips inside. Michelle bursts into uncontrollable laughter, squirming madly beneath me as I tickle her mercilessly with my probing tongue. I persist with the tickle torture until she is writhing and shrieking hysterically for mercy. Relenting with some reluctance, my mouth descends lower still. Her neatly trimmed pubes were nearly dry now, tight black curls that tickled my lips and nose as I nuzzled her pubis as I descended her body and planted the softest of kisses on the crinkled fleshy folds of her clitoral hood. I part her labia and push with my fingertips to draw back the hood and reveal the small, glistening clitoris, nestled like a shining pearl within an oyster.

"Oh Jesus, babe," Michelle gasps hoarsely, her voice cracking with intense emotion as she feels herself spread open and exposed. "For pity's sake, I feel like I'm primed to explode."

My lips descend and clamp over the moist pink flesh. I suckle gently as the tip of my tongue brushes over the tiny bud, and I am rewarded with an ecstatic squeal and a responsive buck of Michelle's hips. I feel fingers knot in my long hair, pressing my face harder against her clit rather than attempting to push me away. I assault her with increasing ferocity, my tongue circling and lashing her swollen clitoris. Michelle cries out loudly and incoherently, and I need to force her pelvis down to the bed with my free hand as her squirming threatens to dislodge my lips and tongue from their mission. Her high-pitched squeals reach a crescendo as she thrashes mindlessly, barely held down by my diminished weight and strength. I feel wet warmth spray against my chin, neck and the upper slopes of my breasts as Michelle squirts as she climaxes. Her thighs tense and quiver on each side of my face each time she squirts. I count three powerful contractions in her thigh muscles, each accompanied by a spray of fine droplets from her exposed urethra. She sinks back to the bed, gasping for breath, her thighs twitching spasmodically with minor aftershocks of her orgasm.

"Ohhh, my wicked, clever little girl," Michelle moans dazedly as she wallows in the post orgasmic fugue.

This is the first time Michelle has directly called me a girl since the changes to my body neared the ultimate transformation. I should be shocked at this, but instead I am more surprised by my own warm glow of acceptance and contentment that I experience in response to Michelle proclaiming me to be her girl.