The Girls Explore Their New Pussies

As much as she didn’t want to admit it to herself, one good thing had come out of Bianca’s change: She and Nick were no longer having an argument.

She had confirmed as much after having entered her room when she left the awkwardness between herself and Kyle behind. Instead, she had plopped down onto her bed, given Nick a call, and asked if they were alright.

When he asked her to elaborate on exactly what she was talking about, calling her surprised would have been an understatement.

What was even more shocking was that as they conversed, he let it slip that he couldn’t wait to see her this upcoming Wednesday (One of the few days they shared a free evening) so that he could do exactly what he refused to do in a different reality a few hours ago: eat her pussy.

Needless to say, that entire conversation had been weird, and she still felt that oddness hours after the call.

It was late now, with Pamela having arrived from her classes and everyone having gone to their respective rooms. Bianca’s faced Pamela’s room and the pair sleep in the first set of room you’d encounter when going down the hallway. So, Bianca had a clear earshot of when everyone decided to head in for the night.

Which was good, because she was currently sitting naked on her bed, a mirror between her spread legs, staring intently at her pussy.

Despite her change, it itself didn’t seem different; it was still as bare as the day she was born, her labia puffing out from her opening. Yet, as she inspected her womanhood, one thought filled her mind:

What do I now taste like?

Soft music played from her phone; she didn’t want her roommates to overhear what she was about to do. Bianca rarely masturbated, but tonight she had a mystery to solve.

Closing her eyes and falling back onto the bed, she started by tweaking her nipples, her mind bringing up the familiar image of her boyfriend Nick. She pictured him naked above her; strong, muscular, shining with sweat as he smirked. She ran a finger across his chest, her eyes darting to the cock that hung between his legs. Hard. Pointing up at her.

“Mmm…” she moaned, her nipples getting hard at the fantasy. Pleasure shot through her body as she twisted and pulled, her mind becoming alive with arousal. She felt herself getting a little bit wet.

The smell hit her first. As she imagined Nick making his way between her legs with his tongue, she gasped as a wave of intense arousal flooded her senses, making it way from the tips of her nipples to the depths of her pussy. As she breathed, the smell that permeated from her arousal almost broke her out of her fantasy.

It smelled fruity. And sweet. Like an aisle of fresh fruit at the grocery. Curious, she snaked a finger down to her enlarged clit, gasping for pleasure as she brushed it.

She started making circles around it, her movement’s matching fantasy Nick’s tongue in her mind. She was truly wet now, her arousal coating her fingers as her hips humped her hand. In her mind, Nick was pounding her into his bed, her pussy gloriously filled by his hard cock.

Lost in her fantasy, her fingers unconsciously made their way back to her mouth and she tasted her new self for the first time; the taste of peaches almost shocking her. More surprised was the fact that she even willingly tasted herself at all. Back before the World Processor, she’d never done such a thing. She couldn’t deny that she loved the taste on her fingers. It wasn’t long before she did it again.

If she weren’t so aroused, she would have remembered that her change specified that everyone liked the taste of pussy.

When Bianca later came on her fingers and drifted off to sleep, she realized that during her masturbatory session, she’d change her mind.

Despite how silly it might have been, maybe her alteration wasn’t that bad after all.

Across the hallway in another room, Pamela was busy finger-fucking herself, two fingers buried knuckle deep in her pussy.

Like Bianca, she couldn’t resist the urge to inspect the changes between her legs and had found that, with all of her pubic hair gone, her skin was much more sensitive than before. So much in fact that simply touching the area around her pussy had aroused her greatly.

Now, her entire groin most likely tasted like sex, her coated fingers having slid across her skin, trying to touch and inspect every new part of her pussy. It felt so much better when she wasn’t brushing over shaved hairs.

While she actively humped her right hand, her left was busy making circles on her clit, causing her to moan; the noise buried by the music that was playing. She’d occasionally bring her fingers to her lips, licking her juices and relishing the familiar taste of watermelon.

Soon enough the pressure became too intense, her fingers brushed against that amazing spot inside her vaginal walls, and her back arched as she exploded in ecstasy. Her pussy convulsed and came around her fingers and she bit down on her lips in order to avoid yelling in pleasure.

When she calmed down, she fell back onto the bed; a wave of warmth coursing through her. Pamela soon drifted to sleep with one thought bouncing in her mind:

She loved the change she’s made.