Her body slept, but her mind knew no rest.
Summer dreamed, and this dream took the form of a memory.
She remembers waking up one morning, only to see the bathroom door open a crack. She hears a strange sound inside.
It’s her cousin grunting.
Curiosity gets the better of her, and she peaks.
She sees him.
He’s naked, and stands in front of the tub.
She gulps, it’s the first time she has seen a boy naked.
He’s playing with his thing, and his thing looks so big as he strokes it.
There is a tingling excitement between her legs, and it feels wet down there.
The woman part of her screams at her to go in and join him. It will only hurt for a minute, and then it will feel good.
But she holds back, nervous and afraid.
Still she continues to watch him.
She cries out, but quickly covers her mouth, as the head of his cock spits out its white venom.
He hasn’t heard her, and she watches as he disappears behind the shower curtain.
She rushes back to her room, and once there, throws herself onto her bed.
She quickly peels off her shorts and panties. The T-Shirt soon follows, as she feels hot, and wants to be naked, even though she’s ashamed of her flat chest.
Her fingers dive down between her legs, and she rubs.
As she rubs, she fantasizes that Martin will find her like this. And in her fantasy, she imagines that her cousin will become so overwhelmed with desire, that he forces himself on her, and she submits to him willingly.
She cums. It’s never been so intense before, and it leaves her shaking.
But it does little to satisfy her.
It just leaves her wanting more.
Panting, she sits up in bed, listening to the shower run.
It had only been the second day since Martin had come to live with them. But, every day after, every time she heard him in the shower, she imagined him playing with himself. Stroking his big cock in his hand. Dreaming of the day, she could work up the nerve to slip into the shower with him. Succumbing to the thrill of doing something incredibly naughty, and then getting so excited as nature took its course.
Everyday fantasizing, her thoughts so sinful, as she played with herself.
Then hating herself, after, for being such a wuss.
And everyday, her hatred and frustration growing inside of her, until she hates him too. Hating him, for denying her.
But, all the while, wanting desperately to be punished for all the wicked thoughts she had about him…
Summer wakes up shivering.
She feels cold, so cold that her teeth are chattering.
And, her breath steams out in sinful white clouds.
She sits up.
Only to see Martin on his knees before her. He holds his dick in his hand, and eagerly plays with himself.
On instinct, Summer recoils back.
She can't believe her eyes. His cock has to be at least two feet long!
But now other instincts take hold, and these instincts are much more primal.
Summer opened her mouth, and sighs.
All her dreams are about to come true.
Martin's lips curled back into a snarl. He lets go of his massive cock, but it's so hard that it stands straight up in the air.
He reaches for her, and then pulls her close.
He feels cold against her bare skin. Still she pushes her thin, awkward body against him, holding him in an embrace.
But, there is nothing gentle about his touch, and soon he forces her down on the bed.
Then, he forces himself on top of her.
But, his touch makes her wet, so wet that the big obscene thing between his legs has no trouble sliding in.
The weight and length of it, however, still catches her off guard.
“Martin,” she whimpers, shifting uncomfortably underneath him. "Please..."
But there is no pleading with him, as he violently, thrusts forward: his big, hard thing knocking against her womb trying to break in.
The shock of it makes her come, but she took no pleasure from it.
“Please stop,” she cries.
But, the wild look in his eyes, tell her that her torment is just beginning.
His thrusts are hard and fast, and she shakes with fear, feeling as if she's being torn apart.
In desperation, she tried to push him back.
Instead, her fingers close around the cold metal object around his neck.
Her hand burns, even as her body shivers. This cold bites, and worms its way into the flesh of her palm. The cold is like nothing she has ever felt before. So cold it hurts. Hurts, both body and soul, and leaves her feeling so dirty on the inside.
She hates him! Hates him so much, for how much he's hurting her.
But, something happens in that unforgiving moment—something wonderful.
Intense pain, gave way to blissful pleasure.
And now, she wants more.
Her long legs wrap around him—locking him in place.
Her hand slips away from the cold thing around his neck, and with it also went any inhibitions that had held her back.
A moment later, her arm wraps around his back, holding him tight.
And now that she has him, her womb stretches to welcome him in.
“Yes,” she hisses in his ear.
But, she can feel him, feel him practically at the back of her throat, and that makes her hungry.
Summer pushes her body up, slamming into him.
The suddenness of it, knocks him back, and now he tries to pull free.
She holds him tight, and then slams into him again.
“More!” She snarls
“More!” She snarled again, more aggressive now as her hips continue their mad climb against him.
She came, like waves crashing against rocks, and once the dam breaks she can't stop: coming over and over again.
But now at her sexual peak, she desires something more from him.
“Cum,” she growls, her voice low and guttural.
He cums, flooded her insides with wet, sticky sin.
She sighs at the sensation. It feels intoxicating. But, his cum is frustratingly cold, which surprises her, as it had been so hot this morning.
She hears him sigh, completely spent. But, she won't him off so easy.
“Again,” she hissed. Her voice strained—a junkie in need of a fix.
He grunts again.
Her hips bucked, as more of his seed poured into her. Still cold, but so rich and soothing.
“All of it,” she cries, licking her lips.
Her wish is his command, and now he trembles as he gives her what she wants.
She drinks it all in, but it does little to quench her thirst. She wants more, so much more.
Soon, he shrank inside of her, until finally he slipped out.
Shivering, he fell off the bed and onto the floor.
Summer, meanwhile, had never felt so relaxed. And in that moment, she knows true happiness.
The high didn’t last.
A few seconds later, her body contorts in pain, leaving her clutching her stomach.
She opened her mouth to scream, but no words come out, only a sharp gurgling sound. Then she spoke no more as her jaw shattered. Her bones followed suit, breaking all at once. It lasted but seconds, but this was not the end of her torment. For now her skin stretched, and her chest expanded, as if someone were pushing from the inside out.
Summer wretched back...
A loud sigh followed, as she came....hard!
It was the most intense orgasm that she had ever known. So intense that it left her breathless.
Summer sat up, and looked down.
To her surprised, she saw that she now had breasts.
She couldn’t believe it.
Big ones too, like melons, even bigger than her mom’s.
She squeezed them, and then gasped—almost coming again.
They were so sensitive.
Summer turned her head, catching her reflection in the mirrored closet doors.
But, she didn’t recognize the girl staring back at her.
The girl in the mirror was at least a half a foot shorter. She had jet black hair, except for a red streak that lay parted to one side.
Her lips were puffy, like a cupid’s bow.
Her hips and butt were bigger too.
Not too big though, she saw as she sat up, just enough to be mouthwatering to the opposite sex.
She looked down at her crotch, and found that she was clean shaven down there.
Summer touched her face, watching as the girl in the mirror did the same.
This has to be a dream, she thought. A wonderful dream.
This was the girl she was always meant to be.
The kind of girl who all the boys lusted after, and would do anything to get her attention.
She smiled, and girl in the mirror did the same, flashing a smile that was both cruel and wicked.
Not everything had changed, however. And, she still had pale skin, which gave her a vampish look.
It was her eyes that stood out the most, though.
Still a bluish green, but no longer timid or afraid—hungry eyes, so wild and untamed.
The shock of her transformation started to wear off, but now her hand itched.
Summer looked down at her hand, and saw a strange symbol burned into the palm—a snake eating its tail.
Something old, she thought. Old and primitive.
She understood, deep down, it was how Martin could do the things he could do.
And, for a moment, she stood in awe of it.
But soon, she had an itch of another sort.
One that started at the back of her mind, and then spread to every inch of her body.
She licked her lips, horny again.
Summer hopped off the bed, liking how her new boobs bounced as she did so.
Her man lay curled up on the floor in the fetal position.
She approached, and heard him whimpering.
A flicker of motherly concern touched her, as she drew close.
He continued to whimper, like a beaten dog.
Now, she saw why.
His balls had shrunken, and looked like tiny raisins.
His shaft, once so strong and powerful, had withered to nothing more than a thin, little vine.
She had done that to him.
In that moment, she felt both cruel and powerful, and reveled in those emotions.
The moment passed, as the old itch came back with a vengeance.
Her thoughts turned sinful again, but her actions were that of a curious woman.
Summer wondered what else she could do.
She flipped him on his back, and then laid down next to him.
Her mouth sought the most intimate part of his body.
“I want you big,” she whispered, kissing the tip of his cock.
“I want you hard,” she said now, kissing the shaft.
“I want you full of cum,” she said, finishing by kissing his balls.
Her tinder kisses had apparently done the trick—awakening the beast inside of him.
She watched in amazement as his balls grew heavy and dropped.
Smiled as the shaft stretched long and thick.
Then sighed as the head got big and bulbous.
Summer sat back, admiring her handy work. It looked good enough to eat.
His hips bucked, suddenly, and load of cum shot out of the tip and onto his chest, while the rest dripped down the shaft.
She couldn’t take it anymore.
She had to have him.
Her head sank low.
Her cupid bow lips closed around the shaft, drinking him in—tasting the salty, sweet confectionery of his seed.
His body stirred.
Her tongue darted out, licking the mess he had made on his chest, and making sure she swallowed every last drop.
When she had finished, her wild eyes tilted up, and sought his approval.
He surprised her by pushing her away.
Confused and angry, at the sudden rejection, she scowled at him, and in doing so bared her teeth.
Her features softened, however, when she saw him cringing back—trembling.
“You’ve never been shy before,” she giggled softly.
“Get away from me,” he cried. “You’re dead!”
That took her aback, and now Summer turned to face the mirrored doors again.
It took her a minute, but then she knew.
He thinks I’m Aunt Jackie.
Summer had only met her aunt a couple of times, but found her to be a nasty woman.
Still, the resemblance could not be denied.
Her lips curled into a cruel smile, and now she had a very perverted idea.
She stood up, letting him see her in all her glory.
Then she arched her back, shoving her big breasts forward.
She could hear his loud breathing.
Short, strained breathes, that spoke of both fear and desire.
Summer put a finger to her puffy lips.
“Shhh,” she whispered. “Let mommy make you feel better.”
Her voice surprised her. No more stutter. Instead her voice sounded cool and confident.
She strode boldly forward, pushing past his defenses.
He looked up at her, a sacred little boy.
But, his cock was that of a strong man.
Drawing close, she moved in for the kill.
“You need to make mommy feel good, first,” she said, her voice low and sensual.
Now, she crossed the line, and shoved her crotch in his face.
“Lick it,” she said.
She was dripping wet.
His tongue flicked out, tickling her tiny slit.
“Mmmm,” she whimpered.
She could tell he had done this before.
There was no hesitation on his part.
His tongue expertly tracing the folds of her pussy, before moving onto the clit.
No one had ever done this to her before, and it drove her crazy.
He continued to lick, until he had licked her clit raw.
The sensation left her shaking.
She pulled away, but did not go far.
Instead, she sank down to his level—straddling him.
Summer jumped as he entered her, feeling something tear inside of her.
The smell of iron filed her nostrils.
The change! It had made her a virgin!
And, he had just stolen her innocence.
The shock of it made her blush.
She may look like a woman, but she was still a girl at heart. And, the girl part of her felt both scared and excited. Her heart ached to be close to him, and she never wanted to let him go.
These feelings didn’t last long, as the slut part of her reasserted itself.
And the slut part of her knew how to get herself off.
Summer began to grind her hips.
Her body moving like a snake on top of him.
He groaned, and that made Summer feel very wicked.
“You like mommy’s tight, little pussy?” She asked. “Because it likes you.”
He groaned again.
She sank even further into depravity, as she pushed her chest forward.
“Suck mommy’s tits,” she snarled. “Suck mommy’s big tits.”
His mouth closed around one of her nipples.
“Oh fuck yes,” Summer cried, as a shiver ran down her spine.
He continued suckling one tit, and now reached up to squeeze the other.
His touch lingered, and the sensation instantly made her cum.
She pulled back.
To her surprise, she saw milk dripping from her nipples.
Now, she saw a wild look in his eyes.
He shoved her down, pinning her to the floor.
Slobbering, his mouth again closed around one her nipples.
She cried out, as he drank her in.
He drank his fill, and then moved onto the other.
She winced, as sharp teeth clamped down on her sensitive nipple.
At the same time, she felt a closeness to him unlike anything she had ever know—a bond known only between mother and child.
He continued to suckle her, and as he did so, she tenderly stroked her hair.
When he quenched his thrust, he pulled free.
He leered down at her.
His mouth pulled back into a wide, hideous grin, as milk drooled obscenely from the corners of his mouth.
His long tongue lashed out, the tip burying itself between her cleavage, and then moved it back and forth.
It’s wet, whip-like movements made her squirm.
He’s still inside of her!
The revelation sends her into a frenzy, as she slams herself up against him.
It doesn’t take much to send her over the tipping point, and with one final bounce, she cums.
Her pussy isn’t done with him yet, though, and now it squeezes him—trying to milk him for all that he is worth.
His tongue whips back.
She desires more, and leers down at him.
Their lips touch.
It’s her first kiss, and she drinks him in deep.
Their lips part, but it leaves her thirsty for more.
And more she will have.
For the moon is full, and the night young.
And they are just getting started.
“Mother,” he growls.
He reaches out, and flips her on her stomach.
It’s a show of dominance, and it awakens a powerful lust inside of her.
She raises her ass up, offering it to him.
It’s an offer he willingly accepts, as he pushes inside of her again.
But something feels different this time, and her body tenses in response.
Then she feels it.
The skin of his long shaft, peels back, and something hard and plastic like lurches forward.
On instinct, she tries to pull free.
But, her struggle only seems to excite him, and the hard, plastic like thing, continues to lurch forward.
Rough hands grab her by the hips, and strong fingers squeeze her bare ass.
He thrusts, but is surprisingly gentle.
Yet, it still hurts, as the hard, plastic thing ties itself into a knot inside of her.
A low, nearly inaudible growl, escape his lips, and he comes almost immediately.
But this offers her no relief.
Instead, his seed drips in a continuous stream from the tip.
Summer cries softly at this violation.
Then she yelps, loudly, as she feels sharp fingernails sink deep into her flesh, and rake across the sides of her ass.
Something at the back of her mind tells her that he’s marking her as his own.
He leans forward.
His breath is hot against her neck.
This close, she can hear him panting.
Curiosity gets the better of her, and she turns her head to look over her shoulder.
He no longer has a face!
Not a human one, anyway.
His skin has turned a deep shade of gray.
His mouth and nose stretch out, forming into a long snout.
His lips have turned black, and now curl into a snarl, which reveals a row of sharp teeth.
Fear consumes her, and again she tries to pull free, even as thick black fur began to sprout from every part of his body.
But again, her struggles prove useless, and only seem to excite him more.
His head snaps up, and a loud growl spills out of his mouth.
Her pussy becomes his plaything, and he fucks her raw.
She submits to him, completely surrendering to her baser instincts.
And in submission, something wonderful happens.
Her senses sharpen, overwhelming her. She smells the iron of her still wet blood, and the musk of her pussy mixed with the bleach-like odor of his cum.
Her ears sharpen into a point, and now she can hear the night calling out to her. It offers her freedom, and escape from the restraints of polite society.
There is no fear now, only a growing excitement.
Her cries die in her throat, as her mouth and noise stretch forming into a snout. She no longer cries, only growls.
He fucks her without restraint, and without any inhibition.
And it fills her with an insatiable hunger.
He begins to howl, a cry of triumph, a cry of pride, a cry of freedom.
She joins him, for this is her mate—sharing in his joy.
And, the two of them fuck like animals well into the night.
TO BE CONTINUED...