Break Continues

Matt stared at himself in the mirror. At...herself?

No. Whatever his appearance he was still a man.

A man with huge tits.

He'd resisted the urge to get a closer look or play with them while Samira was getting him dressed. That was enough of an ordeal. She kept swapping between being sympathetic to his plight and being excited to have a little 'doll' to play with. If Samira had had her way he would have tried on everything she owned before leaving.

He did have to try a few things. When he'd transformed he'd shrunk to nearly Samira's height most of her clothes were still made to fit her old tall and thin frame. Eventually she sent him home wearing a tank top, an oversized sweater, and legging tight enough they could have been painted on. She also insisted he take a bag of extra clothes. Just in case.

Of course he'd stripped the moment he stepped through his door. There in the mirror, hidden by nothing, were boobs. Gorgeous beautiful boobs.

He had a momentary shock of guilt. This wasn't just a random body. He looked just like a streamer he followed. It was a violation of her...wait...he leaned in closer. He was a little ashamed to admit he'd spent a fair amount of time watching her but because of that he could tell. He wasn't a copy. Not exactly. He was just a girl with a very similar aesthetic. Not a twin. An admirer.

"Wow..." He'd touched a woman's breasts before, he was no virgin, but this was a whole new experience. His last transformation had been so brief, intentionally, that it barely registered at all. He cupped his breasts, hefted them, then let them fall. They were so soft. So heavy. He did it again. He ran his thumb across his nipples and shivered. They were so much more sensitive now, so much bigger too.

Turning his gaze downwards he looked at the cleft between his legs. It was still shocking to see, or rather, to not see his cock there. He ran his hand across the smooth skin of his pubic mound. It was weird that he was waxed down there, wasn't it?

Actually...his hands snapped up to his face. His lips. He tried smudging but the colour didn't fade at all. He wasn't wearing lipstick...or if he was it was somehow permanent. So because his ideal woman was a goth, he was stuck this way? What if he changed his mind in the future and got over goths, would he still look like this?

He'd considered spending the night as a woman and masturbating in the morning, but sissyphus was hard at work already. Just playing with his boobs had started his engine, and he didn't know if he could stop it now.

Getting aroused as a woman felt different. As a man it was simple. Cock gets hard. Cock gets soft. But now it was like his whole body was getting involved. He felt his breath quickening, his nipples stiffening and yes, he was getting wet.

He experimentally ran a finger along his slit and hissed at the unexpected pleasure. Then he grabbed a breast and squeezed. He was still watching himself in the mirror. It helped him disassociate a little. Rather than being the woman, it was almost like he was doing it to her.

Except it had never felt so good to touch a woman before.

He kept going. Sliding a finger between his folds, feeling the wetness. It was so different from the male perspective. It felt good, really good, but it wasn't so simple as go up and down on your shaft until you cum. He had to explore until...there...right there. He moaned and bit his lip. That felt amazing. More. He needed more. He kept going, his heart was racing now. His chest was heaving as he got faster and faster. It was coming. He stared at the mirror as his body started to shake. He let out a moan that started feminine and got deeper as he came until suddenly he was standing in front of the mirror, cock in hand, as a man.

He took a few deep breaths. That had been amazing. Watching her...himself...cum...

Without thinking he started to stroke his cock again, quickly passing the point of no return. Sissyphus wouldn't let him just give up and go to bed. He had to go all the way. He pumped and pumped until he came, coating his own hands in his warm sticky cum.

Of course the cock had vanished between them.

He looked at his hands. Feminine dainty hands. Covered in cum.

He didn't know why but for whatever reason he brought his hands up to his mouth and licked.

One of his favourite genres of porn was watching videos of girls tasting cum and now...now he could 'make' it himself.

The taste brought him back to reality. It wasn't that it was that bad or anything, but it was salty enough to notice and **** him to think about what he was doing. He rushed to the bathroom and washed his hands. He had to be careful. If he kept going he'd be too dumb to tie his shoes in the morning, let alone make it to work.

He quickly brushed his teeth and then hopped into bed. He couldn't wear any clothes, but he could at least hide his body under the covers. He grabbed his tablet off the night stand and opened up Netflix. He just had to pick something to watch to distract himself.

Today's Top Picks for You: Sex Education. No way, sex was in the title. She's the Man. Really, a woman pretending to be a guy? Not today Netflix. Next was Ranma 1/2. An anime, that might work. ...magically transforms into a girl when splashed with water...

What the hell Netflix?

Maybe he'd just rewatch Schitt's Creek. Yeah...can't go wrong there...

---

Jade opened her eyes, then immediately looked down.

There were hands on her boobs.

Groping. Squeezing.

Jade couldn't push them away or even tell her off but she could announce that she was awake, "Good morning Marissa."

Marissa gave another big squeeze, "Good morning. Wow I just love your tits. Do you want to move in? Forget about those guys at the tattoo parlor. I'll be your sugar mama."

Jade sighed, "No. I can't."

Marissa let go and Jade rolled over to face her, "I know. I wouldn't ask you to give up on your dreams. Well...I'd ask. I just understand when you turn me down. You know if you change your mind the offer from last night is ALWAYS open."

Jade smirked, "You don't get enough with your husband?"

"Girl I can never get enough. But speaking of my husband I should go make sure he's awake. Actually...I know you're a guest here but could you go wake him? If I don't shower before my son wakes I won't get the chance."

Jade nodded, "Sure. No problem."

She headed downstairs on her own. After refusing their offer of a threesome Marissa had insisted on sharing the Master bedroom with Jade anyway. Platonically of course. And she'd kept to that, except the light groping this morning.

Jade didn't have to venture to the extra bedroom in the basement, Derek was already up and just starting a pot of coffee in the kitchen, "Morning Jade." He said politely.

"Morning, I'm sorry for kicking you out of your own bed last night."

He smiled at her, "Not a problem. Seriously. A friend of Marissa's is a friend of mine."

Jade stared at him for a moment. She could tell why Marissa had gone for him. He had a certain rugged charm. She smirked, "Do you know she tried to get me to have a threesome with you?"

"She did?" He raised an eyebrow, "Well that's not surprising. I've been shooting her down for a while, I'm not as into sharing as I used to be but..." She saw him eye her hungrily, "If it were you...yeah...you're different."

Jade didn't want to join them in a threesome, but it was nice to be wanted.

"Say...since I put you out and all do you want to touch my milkers?" Jade asked.

"Your...um...well...yeah..." Derek didn't hesitate, he reached out and gave them a big squeeze, "Wow...these feel amazing."

"Thanks..." Jade had invited him to touch, but she'd expected a quick grope. However he just kept going and going.

Finally he snapped out of it and let go.

"Uh, gotta get breakfast ready. You're welcome to stay anytime, you got that?"

Jade nodded, "Yeah. Thanks."

She stayed for breakfast but then said her goodbyes and headed out. Not home, but to a small tattoo studio in Ajax. It was closed but the owner was there waiting for her thanks to a call from Marissa.

"So Marissa tells me you urgently need a piercing. I've never heard of an urgent need before but if Marissa asks me to help, I'm there," The owner said, "This some sort of bet?"

"Something like that..." Jade admitted, "Now I'm not sure exactly what I want, I just need something...down there..."

"Well let me tell you all about your choices then..."

Jade listened intently on all the ways she could be pierced down there. She'd done most of them herself, to other people of course, but it was refreshing to hear an expert like this talk about it. In the end though she couldn't decide.

"Just do it, pick whatever you want." Jade demanded, leaving her fate in the hands of this woman.

She sat back in the chair, and waited.

---

Samira felt bad about the night before. She knew what cumming would do to Matt, but she'd prioritized her own needs over his. It felt weird to think swallowing his cum was a need, but deep down she had to admit that was true.

She wanted to make it up to him. Look after his needs. But without knowing him better she wasn't sure what that was so she did the next best thing.

She knocked on his door.

After a minute he opened it just a tiny bit and stuck his head out and stared at her groggily, "Like, uh, Sammy?"

Sammy? He'd never called her Sammy before. She blushed. She kind of liked it.

"Morning Matt, look, I brought breakfast!" She held up the takeout bag.

"Oh my God, that's amazing!" He said, practically drooling, "I love those bagels. Come in." He opened the door all the way and she moved inside immediately.

Oh. He was naked. Wait, of course he was. It wasn't his choice.

"Thank you, I just need a minute. Sit down and start." Matt said, disappearing into his bedroom.

Well she didn't mind waiting for him. She sat down at his kitchen island and immediately opened the bag. She was momentarily confused, she had intended to wait for him despite his words, but then she realized she must just have been hungrier than she thought.

Matt returned holding a bundle of clothes, still naked, "I like, forgot. I can't get dressed. Sorry."

He sat down beside her and took out his sandwich from the bag. He took a bit and made a rather appreciative noise, "Mmm, so good."

"I'm glad you liked it. I felt bad about, well, last night. I don't know why I'm so obsessed but I just can't get enough of you. Wow, I sound like a school girl with a crush. I'm sorry..."

Matt shook his head, "Nah. I get it. Not your fault. It's not just me though, like, uh, any cock will do. Sorry like, uh, I don't mean you're a slut or something. It's the game. You're uh, what's it called? Uh....uhblibios...nah...obliilion...nevermind. Big word. Ugh. Actually...you can't stay. You might show me your titties and then I'll like it. So. Uh. Go home."

Samira stood up immediately. She was really confused by what he said. He was rejecting her? But not? She knew that he lost intelligence when he came, and that if he got aroused he'd stay that way. So she could understand why he was having a hard time communicating and why he didn't want her to arouse him, but she wasn't just going to s how him her tits out of the blue.

But her body wouldn't let her stay. She was moving away even as she was still thinking about it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't make herself stay. She left his apartment and started to make her way home.

She hadn't intended to go home. It was a work day. She was going to work. So why did she have to go home first?

As soon as she made it home she turned around and left again. She was just slightly late for work, and she couldn't understand why.

---

Laurie was off again. Working nights was tough but at least she got 3 days off after each rotation.

She looked at the device sitting on her counter. Acquiring it had been harder than expected.

Why did people have to be so nosy?

"Oh, how old is your baby? When are you due? Is it for a friend?"

So many questions. Of course the truth, that she wasn't nor had even been pregnant but was somehow lactating, wasn't something she could admit so she defaulted to lying over and over again. Each time she did, boom, her tits swelled up. So she had to tell these total strangers that she'd been lying.

By the time she made it to the cashier she'd finally learnt her lesson. "None of your business." Is a valid response after all.

But she'd done it. She'd brought a breast pump.

She couldn't touch her own breast to express herself manually and she couldn't rely on Avery, not after yesterday's session, but with this...

It took her a bit of effort to get it to work. After all she couldn't help guide her boob in properly, but she did it. She started to squeeze the pump and saw the first droplets of milk hit the cup.

It worked...but there was another problem.

Holy shit did that feel good.

It wasn't supposed to. Normal women didn't nearly cum from pumping. In fact normal women hated using these things.

It was clear that Laurie wasn't normal.

By the time she finished the first breast she was losing her mind. She dialed Avery.

"Avery I need to cum!" She yelled without even so much as a hello.

"Permission granted."

Laurie didn't even have time to hang up. She screamed loudly as the orgasm rocked her body.

When she came down from the high she realized Avery was still on the line. She blushed a deep shade of crimson and hung up without saying a word.

She gulped.

Now she had to do the other one.

---

Avery had called in sick again. She needed a backup plan, and soon. That excuse would only work for so long. And she couldn't exactly quit. Not with her having blown her clothing budget for an entire year this past weekend.

But having the day off was convenient for her plans. She did a little light shopping in the morning then made her way over to her target. She knocked on the door.

"Come in."

Avery stepped inside, "Good morning sir."

"Avery? What are you doing here?" Malik asked, surprised she'd come to see him at work.

Avery shut the door behind her, then locked it for good measure, "I'm here to help you."

"Help me with what..." He asked, trailing off.

"You need to, well, you know..."

He nodded slowly, "Yes but...we...we're friends."

"And friends help friends. It's ok." Avery knew that Malik would never ask. It wasn't that she had any decision to touch, let alone see, his penis, but this was something within her power to do.

"I'm not going to ask-"

She cut him off, "You aren't asking. I'm offering. I'll just close my eyes and touch it."

"You don't want to give me a handjob..." Malik said.

"I do want to give you a handjob." Avery said.

Of course that meant that her bra suddenly felt like it was on fire. She screamed and desperately tried to remove it, tearing off her shirt and ripped the bra off.

She quickly covered her chest with her arms, then laughed to herself, "I guess it didn't make a difference to you..." She realized he'd been looking at her bare chest the whole time and turned red.

"See, you don't want to." Malik confirmed.

"No. You asked the wrong question," Avery said, "Would I rather give you a handjob or let you turn into a woman when you don't want to? I would rather give you a handjob."

Since nothing else felt like it was on fire she was confident he'd believe her now.

She stared at him. He couldn't lie, "Unless...do you want to become a woman tonight?"

"No, I just don't want to take advantage of my friends."

Avery stared at him, "I could make you."

"Huh?"

"The price is right. I could...buy a handjob." Avery gulped. She couldn't believe what she was saying.

"No. I don't want you to do that," Malik said, "Avery I really appreciate how far you are willing to go for me...but this is daily. Are willing to give me a handjob every day?"

"Yes!" Avery said immediately. A mistake. A lie.

Her panties were burning. She let go of her boobs to reach down and pull them out from under her skirt. She flung them away along with her bra.

"Oh...ok. I'm sorry. But..."

Malik smiled at her, "Seriously. I'll be ok. I really appreciate this."

Avery found her shirt and put it back on. Without her bra her nipples poked through obscenely, but there was nothing she could do about that. She glanced at her discarded undergarments, she knew from experience she wouldn't even be able touch them.

"Um, ok. I'm sorry. I'll go. Uh. See you tonight."

"Y-yes. See you tonight." Malik said.

Avery turned and left. She hurried home, terrified that someone would notice she was out without a bra, or worse, without panties.

---

Malik couldn't believe what had just happened. Of everyone, Avery coming to offer that?

He wondered if he was right to turn her down.

In the end he felt he'd done the right thing. Sure it would have delayed his transformation 24 hours but then what? Would he go to Avery daily? Would she have to become just a tool for him to use?

He couldn't abide that.

A knock came at his door.

Was she back?

"Come in." He called.

The door opened and Cindy walked in. He immediately stared at her boobs, tried to look her in the eye, then resorted to looking at a suddenly interesting page on his desk.

"H-how can I help you Cindy?"

"I just wanted to...Professor!" She said sounding shocked and exciting, "You dawg. Is this..." She reached over and picked something invisible off the floor, "A G cup? Wow. So that's it, you like em big?" She cupped her own boobs.

"No, it's not like that." Malik said.

"So a woman with huge tits didn't remove her bra and leave it here?" Cindy asked, "And oh my God, are those panties!? I'm so jelly!"

"She's just a friend. Nothing happened." Malik said, "And she's not a student!" He added as a key point.

"Riiight..." Cindy winked at him, "I got you. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. You'll see how discrete I can be, then maybe you'll trust that I'll keep all our sexual trysts secret too."

"There is nothing between us." Malik reaffirmed.

"Nothing but this desk," Cindy said sitting down opposite him, "We could do it on the desk you know....oh my God your face! Alright. Down to business. I had a real reason for coming here...I need your help."

"Your grade is-"

"Not about my grade. It's Professor McKay. She's such a bitch. She's giving me a bad grade just because she doesn't like me. Look at this," Cindy plopped a paper down on his desk, "Can you just read it yourself? You'll see what I mean."

"I'm not about to get involved with another professor's grading. If you have an issue take it up with her, or with the administration."

"I tried. Please. I need help."

Malik sighed, "Fine. I'll read it. Later. I need to grade these papers first."

Cindy stood up and clapped, "You're the best! I love you!" She blew him a kiss and turned to leave, "My offer is-"

"Leave now." Malik ordered.

"O-kay fine. See you professor!" Cindy finally left him alone.

He didn't realize it, but she'd taken the bra with her.