With a kiss

You do believe Ivona. You believe her because you need a companion in the midst of all this madness. You believe her because she is your friend and you want to believe her. And you believe Ivona because right now, looking at the sparkle in her purple eyes and the soft curve of her lips, you want her to know how much she means to you.

The move is sudden and unplanned, driven purley by your desire and instinct. You lean into her, turning your head slightly as you do and give her a sideways kiss. Her eyes widen a fraction. She is still holding your hands and her grip tightens. Her lips are so soft. They open just a fraction and you taste the sweetness of her mouth. You pull back.

"Sabine..." Her eyes search yours.

"Ivona, of course. Of course I believe you. And I am with you to the end."

You kiss her again. This time, there is not testing. You press your lips tight against hers, your body turning against her and pushing her back onto the bed. You rmouth opens and your tongue tastes hers. She moans into the kiss, her mouth so hot and alive, seeming to suck and draw you deeper. Your lips smack together, you are both moaning as your hands begin to explore the enhanced roundness of her feminine body. Her bodice opens beneath your fingers. You fill your hands with the pale weight of her breasts.

With a moan you tear your lips away from hers and kiss her shoulder and neck as you feel her fat nipples stiffening against your palms. Your lips find the upper curve of her luscious mounds.

"Sabine, your vows, what are you doing?"

You look up at her with your chin resting on her breast.

"It would not be easy to violate my vows with you, Ivona." You slide your hand between her thighs. She opens them to you and smiles as you caress her mound through breeches. Even through that fabric, you can feel the heat of her sex.

"Kiss me again," she says. "Like we used to in the bath."

You climb atop her, straddling her, hands gathering the lovely softness of her breasts. You smile down at her and lean down, kissing her deeply, using your tongue to not just explore her but to war with her lust. She holds your hips and presses against you.

Suddenly, Ivona pulls away from you, her lovely lips still moist with your shared kiss. A look of shock and then fear comes over her face.

"What is it?" you ask.

She pushes you off of her and rolls to her side. She lets out a low groan from deep within her.

"What's wrong?!" you cry, trying to turn her back around.

"Something... something is happening to me. Oh, gods, it feels so strange..."

"Ivona, what is it?" You cry. "What is it?!"

For long seconds she only moans and holds her belly, doubled over her fists as if she might be about to vomit. She rolls back over, sweat beading her face, her eyes wide with fear. Her hand covers the front of her breeches.

"Sabine, it... it changed. It changed!" She lifts her hands and your eyes follow hers to the obvious bulge running down the front of her breeches. She jerks her head away and covers her face with her hands. "I can't look. I can't!"

You slowly unbuckle her belt and then her breeches. She is wearing no underclothes and as you peel open her beeches the fleshy thing springs out and erect. Ivona has sprouted a manhood. It is not large, perhaps only four or five inches, with a velvet softness to its purple tip and a slightly oversized foreskin that peels back from the rim of that swollen bell. Beneath it you find a pair of bollocks replacing Ivona's womanhood.

You look at her again to see if the change has come over her entire body and she looks otherwise the same. If anything, she is even more feminine, her heaving breasts even more inviting. She is no man, but she has a man's parts below the waist.

"What is it, sister?" She moans, unwilling to look for herself.

"Ivona, I believe you have..." You touch the tip lightly with your fingertip. She cries out loudly and writhes almost as if she is in pain. You shake your head. "You definitely have grown a cock."

"What am I going to do, sister?!" she cries in great distress.