Spring Break

For the next few weeks, at least, things really did seem to be looking up. Lacy took her new body out for a test drive with Eric frequently, and she really enjoyed herself doing it. They fucked in places (and yeah, orifices) she would never have imagined, usually more than once a day. She wasn’t sure if her favorite was the anal leaned over a table at Chipotle, or her boyfriend eating her out while she sat in her seat at one of the school’s basketball games, occasionally cheering and/or moaning, as appropriate. Sitting next to them, Chloe watched and occasionally tossed off pointers to Eric between casually throwing popcorn into her mouth and yelling at the referees. Lacy was really glad that she had started shaving her snatch before that.

And yes, she returned the favor in terms of oral sex, something she had hardly ever done before, just like she had never done anal before, or let a guy come on her face, or any of a dozen other things. She found that when she had the confidence, she suddenly really enjoyed all of it. One morning, she even asked Eric to meet her in the hallway before class, where she had him rail her against the wall on the opposite side of the door from where Gretchen was getting her own daily fucking. At one point she looked over at the other girl and noticed that their tits (as Lacy universally thought of them now) were now bouncing in unison. The girls grinned at each other, then got back to business.

As hard as it was to tear herself off Eric’s dick, Lacy did do other things that semester besides fuck. She tried everything she could think of to turn up more information on the App, but nothing worked. She showed it to a guy she knew in the Computer Science program, who looked at its code and couldn’t find anything other than a basic word processor functionality (though Lacy thought he might have been distracted by the girl under the desk giving him a slow and sensual blowjob). She even got books out of the library on magic and wicca, but she found them even harder to get through than her physics textbooks. After weeks of work, she couldn’t find anything helpful.

As midterms got closer, Lacy found she had less and less time for everything except studying. Suddenly, she started to realize what Chloe had been talking about when she started to really miss sex after three days. Lacy had gotten used to constant pleasure, and when it went away, she got jumpy and had trouble concentrating. She tried masturbating in her room, but it was just so inconvenient given the amount of time she spent studying in the library or in the Student Union. She was an addict, she realized, along with all the other girls she knew. Except instead of **** or ****, it was orgasms.

Though this was a disquieting realization, she could deal with it after midterms. Instead of cramming, she invited Eric over to her apartment the night before her first test, and they spent multiple hours in every position she could think of. She felt much better afterward, and though she couldn’t be sure how well she did on the test, at least she felt confident doing it.

When she went home for Spring Break, things got worse. With Eric and, more importantly, his cock now miles away, she started to feel a little nuts. Not to mention that, while she had gotten used to walking around nearly naked at school, doing it in front of her parents felt super weird all over again. She couldn’t tell whether the fact that her mom was also topless made it more or less weird.

Then there was Lily, who was somehow still the cool sister. Her male friends _were _there in town, and she had no compunction about banging them in basically every room of their parents’ house. Lacy learned a new thing about her little sis that she had not known before, which was that she was a screamer. This left Lacy to jill off in her room listening to her sister’s screams of ecstasy through the wall, which felt like a new low.

For family movie night, Lacy suggested a Marvel movie, figuring they were famously sexless and should be safe. This theory proved incorrect after all of her changes in the App. She ended up watching Chris Hemsworth pick up Natalie Portman and bounce her on his dick like a ragdoll. She had to admit, Hemsworth dick looked really, really good right about now. It didn’t help that Lily invited one of her many boyfriends.

“Do you really have to do that now?” Lacy ended up asking in annoyance, while her little sister deep throated a guy on the couch next to her in the middle of the movie.

Lily pulled her mouth off the boy’s dick just long enough to reply, “I don’t feel like it’s any of your business.” Then the gulping noises started again.

The next evening, Lacy sat in her room, listening to more screaming, and then came to the sudden realization that the screamer this time was her mother. That was it.

She lied to Lily and said she was going to meet up with some old friends in town. Instead, she walked down the street to the closest bar, a very seedy establishment she wouldn’t have ever considered going in just a few months earlier. But soon she was sitting at the bar, drinking a hard seltzer and looking around at the other patrons, trying to work up the courage to approach one of them.

Instead, it was one of them who approached her. A big, muscle-y guy with a mustache walked over and asked to buy her another drink. She agreed.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing in a place like this?” he asked.

“I’m not pretty,” Lacy said. She took a long swig of seltzer. “I’m fuckable.”

A few moments after that, Lacy was letting him bend her over the bar and pull her panties down. She felt the tip of his cock press teasingly against her asshole.

“What do you need, slut?” he growled in her ear.

Fuck, that really did it for her. Since her most recent change in the App, pretty much every guy she met had been unceasingly nice to her. She never thought it would get boring, but somehow it had. Now she was learning there were other ways to get under her skin besides insulting her appearance.

“I need your cock in my ass,” she whispered.

He grabbed her hair and pulled, arching her back toward him. “What was that, whore? I didn’t hear you?”

“I need your cock in my ass!” she shouted. She saw a couple of the other guys sitting at the bar look over. A moment later, she forgot about them when the man pushed into her. He fucked her harder than Eric ever had.

Eric. She was cheating on him! If he saw her like this, would he ever look at her the same way again? Did she care? Why did that feel so good, in all the worst places?

“I’m gonna come!” she yelled. “I’m gonna fucking come!” Her eyes were rolling up in her head.

“Yeah, bitch, come on my fucking cock.” She did. She came very, very hard. So did he.

Then he pulled out, buckled up his pants and belt, and walked away. She realized she never got his name. She stayed there for several seconds, her tits pressed into the bar, asshole gaping, trying to catch her breath.

She pulled her hair out of her face, looked over at the bartender, and raised a finger. “Check please.”

Later that night, she sat in her childhood bedroom, beneath the posters of Albert Einstein and (a now topless) Emmy Noether. She definitely felt like it was time for a change. She couldn’t go on like this. Everything had been going great for a while, but then when she had to spend a lot of time away from her boyfriend, things went kind of off the rails. She didn’t want to feel that dependent on anyone, much less frickin’ Eric.

She didn’t know how long she stared at her phone, but eventually she picked it up and typed, “It is considered completely normal and healthy for women to masturbate in public to relieve tension.”

She didn’t know if that would help, she didn’t know how it could hurt. If anything, she was just filling in an unintended loophole, that was all.