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.