No

You had to hold out. No matter how good it felt. Ami was trying to use this to **** you to give her that pill. Your lifeline back to your male life. Fuck, it was just like before. Always trying to find a way to control you. And while the vibrator and her hands kept going at your new pussy, a different feeling was emerging. You think back to today, what was supposed to be a nice day out shopping. Did she ask you if you were okay with her stupid games? Embarrassing you in front of all those people. No! Once again she was only caring about what she wanted. The feeling grew in the pit of my stomach pushing down the pleasure. At that moment I was angry. Deeply angry. I wanted this to stop and it was about to. Despite my limited range of movement, I was able to bring my head back and launch it forward hitting her in the groin. I heard her cry out in pain as she fell off me releasing my arms. I got to my feet, the toy still going, but I could hardly notice it in my current state. Ami started to get up, still hunched over. "What the fuck Alex!" I reached down and practically ripped my pants off before reaching in and grabbing the toy. I stood there with it still running in my hand as I glared at her. She seemed to have recovered and when to say something but I wasn't having it. "No! All day you've been fucking with me. I thought we could have a nice day out but once again you just had to fuck it all up didn't you." Ami flinched at my words, clearly not expecting this reaction. "Maybe you're into this kind of shit, but guess what? I'm not! I don't want everyone looking at me when you're using this fucking toy..." I throw it at her feet. "To tease me!" I can see the tears starting to well in her eyes but at this point, I just don't care. "Now I say this will all due respect. Get the fuck out of my house you skank!" There was a moment of silence before she started full-blown crying, grabbed the still vibrating toy, and ran out of the house. I just stood in place, my heart still racing and my breathing heavy. God that felt good. It was like years' worth of frustration finally were released and a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I could hear as her car peeled out of the driveway and sped off. Hopefully, I wouldn't be hearing from her any time soon. Soon my breath and heart rate had steadied and I became away that I was standing in my lounge with no pants on, the front door wide open, and covered in sweat from recent events. I need a shower. Actually... How about a bath?

My bath had always been too small for me to fit comfortably but now with my new size, it may be just what I need. I even had a scented candle that someone bought me ages ago that I never used. I waddle to the entrance and close and lock the door before stepping out of my crumpled pants and heading for the kitchen. It's in one of these cabinets somewhere... Ah-ha! Behind the matches. Well, I suppose that would be the obvious place to keep them. Lavender? Neat. I move to the bathroom, put in the plug, and start to fill the bath with water. As it slowly fills, and I mean really slowly, maybe a water pressure issue, I realize what will make this experience even better. Booze. I think I even have a bottle of red around here. I discard the rest of my outfit on the bathroom floor and head back out to find the bottle and a glass. It's only when I'm back in the kitchen I remember that I put it right at the back of a cabinet. I slide a chair over and brace myself against the counter. I really don't want to fall and be found naked holding a bottle of wine in a flooded house. Luckily there wasn't anything blocking the bottle and I make it back down to solid ground with ease. Now with wine, candles, and even some bubble bath I had from God knows when, I slipped into a nice hot bath. Feeling the bubble pop and shift over my skin only to be washed off as I plunged further into the almost scalding waters below. The warmth enveloped my whole body as the smell of soap and lavender filled the air. After a few minutes, and my first glass of wine, it seemed like all the day's troubles had been washed away. All that was left was relaxing in the tub, getting a good buzz going, and making myself a beard out of bubbles. All things considered, a good end to the day.