This Is Getting Old

The haze returns. You mutter to yourself right before you collapse this time.

"Why did it have to tease me like this..."

You slump to the ground as you succumb to the inevitable darkness. The only thing you can latch onto before you pass out is the intense euphoria you felt as you came. That you came as a woman.

And then you're gone...

But then you're back...

The haze starts to lift and your head feels even groggier than the last time. Not only do you feel really un-right in the head, you also feel roughness all around your body.

You sit up straight and fell the all too familiar bounce of your new chest. Your still a girl, but your eyes don't even focus on that. They don't even focus on the black leather that was similar to one of your previous haunts. No, you're captivated by the contents surrounding you in your new bed.

You slowly place your hand into the vast sea of items that now occupies your bed and slowly retract it to see what you gathered.

In your hand is a fistful of various jewels and valuables that you instantly know is worth quite a ludicrous amount of money. You're laying on a bed of hundreds, no, thousands of diamonds, gold, silver, jewelry, the whole shebang. You name it, you're laying in it.

"Soooo, who is this chick?"

After asking the question aloud and receive no response from the air, you surmise you're alone in this room. No holding back now.

You stretch your arms in the air, feeling the coasrness of the bed slowly alleviate through this action. After that, you crawl off the bed. And as your crawling, you bend your head down to your chest and slowly lick your lips at the sight you witness.

Your big juicy breasts jiggle in and out of nice tight black leather. You start to feel wet in your crotch and the anticipation you feel to check yourself out in the mirror only intensifies.

You slide off the covers and hop over to the bathroom. You grab the handle, and with the grace of a trained thief, you open the door fast and efficiently.

You walk unto the bathroom mirror and seen the face of the Black Cat. Her face is covered by a thin domino mask and her hair is stark white. It arouses you just looking at herself, I mean, yourself in the mirror.

"Meow! Get a load of this hunk!" You purr as you trace your hands up the skintight outfit until you reach the breast.

You give them a nice squeeze and notice the nipples start to form against the outfit. You give them a pinch and you let out a moan. Your crotch gets even more wetter and you nearly collapse under the weight as all the past experiences in other bodies start to come back to you.

You can no longer hold back as the past pleasures start to cloud your mind and fuel your hormones. You have become horny beyond the rational mind's capacity to tolerate.

You start to claw at your body. One hand on your left boob, while the other frantically rubs your crotch. Even though your body in incased in very tight black leather, it still seems the movements from your hands are fueling your libido. You start to feel the haze of blacking out again as you grew ever so closer to your climax as a woman.

"Maybe..." *huff huff* "Maybe, just maybe..." *huff huff* "I'm getting a little tired of this..."

And the blackness consumes you once again.