Chapter 18: Titillation

Amy went home shortly afterward. Too much tension there.

Leah changed her bedding, not wanting to chance any wet and wild misadventures that night.

When she prepared for bed that evening, she stopped to examine herself before changing into a new condom and her pajamas. Standing naked before the bathroom mirror, Leah took stock of her body.

"That's 8.3 now." Leah sighed. Her rigid cock twitched as she held a measuring tape beside it.

When she put the tape down, she cupped one of her balls in hand.

"You're getting pretty big too."

Her swollen testicles were each roughly the size of a lemon now. She gave the one she held a gentle squeeze, then left it to tangle at her crotch.

Leah secured a magnum condom at her boner, feeling much less constrained in the larger contraceptive.

Before leaving, she paused to examine her breasts. Amy was right, her boobs did look bigger. Carefully, she felt them for lumps or any other abnormalities. She found none. They were simply larger, maybe by half a cup size. As her hands brushed past her nipples, Leah felt a subtle pang of arousal ripple through her pecs. Her tits were pretty sensitive.

"Huh. That's pretty weird. Maybe I'll call about it if this keeps up." Leah decided. Until then, she would try to continue ignoring it.

That night, Leah had another dream. This one wasn't like the others, though.

In it, she was herself again, or at least the way she used to think of herself. Her dream self wore skin-tight jeans with no bulge to speak of. She was an ordinary female again.

She dreamed she was in her apartment, sitting at the couch and watching TV. Only, someone was with her. It was that guy from the club last week, Adam.

They were watching something raunchy, a sex comedy or something like it. Partway through, they started getting intimate. Each of them partially undressed, leaving their upper-halves exposed.

"Wow, Leah. You're so beautiful. And these tits...." the dream Adam said, cupping her breasts.

"Why didn't you show how much you love 'em, give them a little kiss?" dream Leah suggested.

His lips latched onto her nipple, suckling like an infant. His hand grabbed the other, tweaking and toying with the nub of pinkish flesh.

"Oh God, Adam! What are you doing to me?! Don't stop!" dream Leah cried.

That was the last thing Leah could remember. The dream just cut off abruptly, and soon after Leah awakened.

"Holy shit, I'm losing my fucking mind!" Leah said, still recovering from the episode. Her sexual fantasies were getting out of hand, invading her train of thought during all hours of sleep and wake.

Sitting in bed, Leah thought she felt a wetness in her clothes, particularly on her shirt, and became nervous.

"Damnit, did it happen again?" she wondered, peeling back the covers. The futa was surprised, but also relieved to see the condom held this time.

"I must've been more worked up than I thought. It was probably just nervous sweat from the dream, it was so intense."

Leah peeled off the slightly damp top and started her morning routine for Friday.