Tell Me What She's Like Pt. 03

"What are my tits like?" you asked in your girl voice. You didn't know you had a girl voice, but damn. You did, and it turned you on to use it. You sat up, legs splaying to your side, and finally got a look at yourself.

You were *exactly* how she was describing. Everything below your chest was a vision of female sexual beauty. Your thighs squished out pleasantly to the side. Your feet felt tiny next to your frankly gigantic ass, which no amount of willpower could have stopped you from grinding against the bed - those ass cheeks underneath you stopped your hungry little hole from the delightful friction of rubbing directly on the bed, but you couldn't help taking pride in that booty despite the frustration it was causing you at the moment. After all, plenty of girls - other girls? - spent years in the gym just to approach what you had. In the middle of this was your cock, that beloved piece of equipment, so hard and swollen it felt like the skin couldn't contain it. All of this shocked you - what the fuck was happening? Was this some kind of magic? Or drug? Or insanity? Or was it just your girlfriend's wish coming true?

Her eyes were still closed - whatever was happening, something in you wanted it to continue, and who knew how she'd react if she saw you? Would that interrupt the process? All you knew was at this point you didn't want to get stuck as a boy from the chest up. "Keep your eyes closed and picture them. Tell me baby, please, what are my tits like?" Your hands went to your chest and started to pinch and tweak at your little man nipples - it was nice enough, but you knew it could be so much better.

"Your nipples are dark and big and puffy and so, so sensitive. You love when they get pulled on and bit hard - the pain makes you feel like the little submissive slut you strive to be," she described. You watched them change as she spoke. They grew and expanded, and your body responded eagerly to every touch. Your mind did, too - the descriptions of your attitude and personality took place moments after you processed them. "Behind those nipples are two big, perfect tits. Those titties are your pride and joy. They're the way you introduce yourself, the way you want people to remember you, the way you get me and anyone else into bed." It started with a gentle sort of welling immediately behind your nipples, like a viscous liquid pooling and piling up on itself. The skin stretched as they grew - it wasn't at all painful; more like a gentle electric tingle around the edges of each quickly growing breast.

You cupped them in each hand, bouncing them gently, bouncing your whole body up and down. "Do I like when they shake?" Your girl voice was feeling more natural and authentic than your old boy voice now.

"They bounce with every single step," she said, "and it always feels so good. When you let them loose, you love to get them grabbed and shaken and slapped and bitten." You squeezed them hard, delighting yourself - they were still growing, and they resisted your hands, which were shrinking, becoming dainty and feminine. You got rough with them, pinching those puffy nipples with all your might, pulling your now hefty tits in all directions.

You couldn't help but twist in place, bite your lip, and tilt your head to the side as whimpery moans escaped your lips - those lips that still felt the same as before. You pouted to yourself - the last thing you wanted was to have a man's hard face. "Do I have a face that people want to fuck? Please tell me I do. I want that so fucking bad."

Beneath you, your girlfriend fingered herself and nodded while pleasure wracked her body. "You have the perfect dick sucking lips. You have a cute little nose, and big round eyes, and you wear your hair in two red pigtails for people to grab on to."

Everything on your face shifted as you continued to bounce up and down on your big, perfect ass. Your lips grew into the thick DSLs she described. Your hair - once short and boring - sprouted out into a vibrant crimson mane of bouncy curls and waves. Then - like two strong hands had grabbed it and pulled your head back, exposing your neck - it was yanked and tied up into two long, playful pigtails that shook around the side of your head. Your delicate fingers and long nails traced all the new contours of your face, and you couldn't resist slipping one, then two, then three and four into your mouth, fucking it with your fingers, drooling all over your hand and chin. The other one wrapped gently around your neck, testing a cautious choke that sent shivers down your spine. You could barely think you were so unimaginably turned on. Good. What was the point of thinking when you could feel like this?