Chapter 03a Hungers
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Another big thank you to my editor, AsylumSeeker! As ever, I'm grateful for your suggestions and advice.
The story so far...
Angela and Gwen, best buddies from San Diego, California, are on holiday in Fuerteventura, staying at a timeshare owned by Gwen's parents. Less than twelve hours ago, Angela awoke to find she had a fully-developed and completely functional, though as yet sterile, penis and testicle between her legs, replacing her womanhood.
Angela and Gwen have explored the fun such an unusual development can bring, Gwen even discovered a liking for golden showers from her transformed friend's organ!
It is mid-morning. Angela and Gwen are hungry, and there is no food in the apartment.
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"None of these fit," cried Angela, staring down at the bulge in the front of her white cotton panties.
"I don't know," teased Gwen. "It looks like a perfect fit for me!"
"Gwen!" Angela groaned. "If I knew you were going to be like this, I'd never have let you..."
"Come here," ordered Gwen. "Let me see what I can do with it."
Angela sighed and walked towards her friend. Gwen was already dressed, choosing to wear all white today. She'd hummed the old Madonna hit 'Like A Virgin' as she put on a short denim skirt and a floaty top. Angela had decided to wear something similar - over the years, the two young women had developed the same taste in clothes. Angela didn't fill her top as nicely as Gwen filled hers, although the sewn-in cups helped to accentuate her small breasts.
As Gwen knelt down, she couldn't help but look at the protruding shapes in Angela's panties. She could clearly see the shaft of Angela's penis, ending in the loose folds of her delightful foreskin. Her two balls nuzzled together like peas in a fleshy pod, and in the less than twelve hours since it had appeared fully-formed and ready for action, the two girls had willingly explored pleasures that would otherwise have been impossible for young women to enjoy together.
However, there was also terror behind the delight - Angela, although never a tom-boy, wasn't the most feminine woman on the planet. She still had a boyish figure, and she must have been scared that this change was permanent. Angela's mother had been very vague about the whole thing, saying that it would go away in time. That could have meant minutes or years, for all Gwen or Angela knew.
The bulge was totally incongruous under the white cotton panties. It might have looked ridiculous, but somehow it seemed to be the sexiest thing ever. It did have certain drawbacks, however; Gwen could tell just by looking at it that Angela's white denim skirt would also bulge noticeably, and it would certainly draw attention to itself. Gwen reached up and ran her fingers around the elastic of the leg holes, making Angela jump back in surprise.
"That tickles," frowned Angela, torn between emotions of pleasure and paranoia.
"Sorry, I wasn't thinking," Gwen apologized.
That had been silly; of course it would have tickled! Gwen leaned forward to plant a kiss on the bulge as an apology. She breathed in, the scent of the freshly washed cock filling her mind. Such a pleasant aroma, a wonderful bass note below the fragrant melody of Angela's feminine odor. The combined bouquet might drive a girl wild!
It was just too easy. Pulling the elastic up with her fingernail, Gwen slid a finger inside the thin white material. White - that was what virgins wear; touched for the very first time. Gwen stifled her mental giggles as her wandering digit went between the shaft and balls, feeling Angela's body tense at her delicate touch. The looseness of the foreskin felt so intimate, so delightful and innocent, that it was impossible to imagine the change that would certainly occur after a few well-placed caresses.
They didn't really have to go out right now, did they? Sure, they were hungry and there was no food in the house, but breakfast could wait. Gwen hooked her finger around Angela's cock and gently pulled it from its hiding place. It looked so discordant, the masculine against the feminine, yet somehow it was almost perfect. She gently probed Angela's foreskin with the tip of her tongue, tasting the skin so recently cleansed in the shower, and found the opening. Her lips were as light and delicate as rose petals as they formed an embrace around the loose skin just strong enough to allow Gwen's tongue deeper access into the fleshy collar.
Angela shivered as the probing invader encountered firmer skin, wincing slightly as her very sensitive organ reacted to the hot, wet presence. A feeling that was rapidly becoming familiar began again as her cock started to swell and her mind cleared itself of all other worries.
'Perhaps boys only have enough blood in their bodies for one head at a time?' Angela thought, feeling herself going slightly dizzy as Gwen pushed back the foreskin with her lips. It felt good, better than good, as Gwen's nose pressed into white cotton, her mouth brimful of cock.
Gwen placed her hand on the panties, gently pushing back to add to the restriction Angela's balls already felt under the cotton constraint. She felt Angela's glorious shaft heating up on her tongue, and wondered at how hot parts of their bodies could get. A fresh, salty taste spread through the back of Gwen's mouth. It tasted delicious yet obscene, a mixture of slight soapy freshness and decadent pre-cum.
Angela wrapped her hands around Gwen's head, so very aware of what she wanted to do right now. How could she do that to her best friend? It was such abasement; how could she even consider it, to degrade Gwen like that? Angela hoped Gwen would understand that her needs were greater than her self-control.
Slowly, Angela began to move her hips forwards and backwards, worried in case she went too deep or too fast. It felt incredible as her shaft descended into Gwen's mouth - very different from the sensations Angela felt as she slid in and out of Gwen's tight pussy, but no less pleasurable. Angela began to move faster.
What was Gwen supposed to do if Angela wanted to fuck her like this; how was she supposed to join in with this? How were they supposed to share mutual yet very different pleasures if Angela wanted to be in complete control? Part of Gwen felt the need to share so much that she could not imagine letting herself become simply an object to be used in this way. That was what Gwen and Angela did - they shared things. They experienced things together to the point that they seemed inseparable. Of course, that meant rumors at school. The boys all thought they were lesbians; some of the girls did too!
A laugh formed at the back of Gwen's throat and quickly became a gag reflex without any form of escape. Angela released her grip and pulled her penis out of Gwen's mouth, horrified that she might have pushed in too deep as Gwen choked and shook. The choking, however, was quickly replaced by laughter, and Angela looked at Gwen in puzzlement.
"I'm okay," coughed Gwen finally.
"What happened?" asked Angela as Gwen broke into a fresh bout of laughter, her body quaking with the intensity of the thoughts in her head.
"Well," said Gwen, trying to stifle her merriment as she observed Angela's rock-hard cock staring her straight in the face. "All those rumors about us at school, all those questions..."
