Jessica's hand slowly taps the floor of her bedroom looking for her cellphone. The only light in the room comes from a small lamp at the corner. While it gives the room a cozy feeling, the dim light only makes it harder for Jessica to find her phone.
If only she could bend over and look at the ground, things would be much easier. But she is not able to, her stomach hurts too much. Jessica sits naked on the floor, legs spread, back leaning against the foot of her bed. "Why is this happening to me?" she cries in her thoughts, sobbing softly. A tear sprouts from her blue eyes and rolls down her cheek, ruining a bit more the already destroyed makeup. She laments her situation, how far things had gotten. "I need to call someone, this woman needs to go!" Her hand kept taping the floor, but no sign of the cell phone.
Jessica couldn't look at the floor because she couldn't see past her swollen abdomen. The blonde can only be described as "heavily pregnant". But it's way beyond that, one would think she had somehow swallowed a swiss ball used for exercising. Her breasts pushed up close to her face, lifted by the round mass underneath them.
As she tried to lean her torso to the side to see the floor, she moaned in discomfort. Something grumble loudly, stirring inside Jessica's extended stomach. Splashing wet noises immediately followed, emanating from her crotch. Jessica's pussy was leaking, it just wouldn't stop leaking! She felt as the pool of warm, viscous liquid underneath her grew. She raised the hand she was tapping the floor with only to see white goo slowly drip from her soaked fingers, the drivel descended in thick strings until it joined the pool on the floor. If her cellphone was even there, it had to be soaked in it.
Jessica panted heavily, breathing was hard with all that weight pressing against her lungs. She wasn't able to stand up, not with that belly. Rolling to the side seemed like it would just make things worse, she was afraid her insides could be crushed or burst. If that hadn't already happened. So Jessica simply sat, wallowing in her misery.
Five minutes went by, maybe ten. Jessica sat half-awake, the sense of time seemed to have eluded her mind. In a burst of renewed determination, Jessica placed her hands around her distended abdomen to squeeze softly, "I have to get rid of this belly!" she thought, squeezing every few seconds and feeling a torrent squirting out underneath her. The sea of white only grew around Jessica.
Behind her, on the bed, wet slapping noises mixed with moans and grunts. The blonde looked over her shoulder, trying to make sure she hasn't attracted any attention. With the corner of her eye, she could see the silhouette of the raw sex action going on. She felt the bed shaking, smashing against the wall. Heard the sensual moans mixed with the violent grunts and noises of unrestrained savagery. No one was paying attention to her right now. "She can't do this, It's my room! My house!" she once again lamented, powerless to stop her new guest.
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THREE HOURS EARLIER
Aiza's foot kept anxiously tapping against the floor. She leaned forward, elbows on the restaurant table. For the past hour or so she had been just staring at Jessica, occasionally mumbling a comment in acknowledgment or agreement, forcing a fake laugh after a story ended. Jessica gestured and swayed her long blonde hair while talking about her life, her job, her friends. At first, Aiza honestly tried to make conversation, but she had given up some time ago.
"Can you believe she had the audacity to leave this passive-aggressive comment on my latest picture? Check this out, the nerve on this bitch!" Jessica said while she turned her smartphone towards Aiza and showed a comment on one of her many pictures. Aiza read it in fake excitement. The age gap felt like an abyss, this was getting harder by the minute.
However uninterested Aiza seemed to be, Jessica still wouldn't stop talking. Aiza followed the outline of Jessica's mouth moving in slow motion, barely hearing what the girl said anymore. "She is just here for free dinner, I bet. How did I get into this situation?" Aiza wondered. Trying to revisit every action that had brought her here. But no matter how she tried to rationalize it, she ultimately got the same conclusion: what else could one expect from an online dating app? She could have gotten lucky and met someone amazing, but that would have been an exception to the rule, no doubt.
This situation reminded Aiza of her father and how vigilant he was of her on social networks. Curiously her father was afraid that she would use such platforms to meet men and lose her virginity before her marriage. A fact that would never happen, as he had no idea that Aiza was attracted exclusively to women and that she was transexual, identifying as male since childhood.
After her procedure took place, Aiza had found it increasingly harder to resist the "temptations of the flesh", as her family would say. She hadn't gone through transition surgery as many women do to have a masculine body. Aiza's procedure had been more... peculiar. She didn't remove her breasts or altered her female features in anyway way. But she found a way to transplant a penis from a recently dead donor onto herself. It was a breakthrough in medical surgery that, unfortunately, she could still not share with the world at large as it hadn't been what she would call legal.
As a side effect after her recovery from the surgery, Aiza's libido simply skyrocketed. It was mild at first, some expected increase in sex drive due to hormonal changes and the anti-rejection treatment. But a few weeks ago it got so bad that Aiza began to have dreams of committing forceful acts upon women. She would wake up sweating and extremely aroused. She began to find women increasingly appealing, objectifying them in ways she had never done before.
Then came the day-dreams. Aiza would space out whenever she saw any young attractive woman walking down the street. Soon it became like a game to Aiza, to just feast her eyes in more than half the woman she walked by, imagining them naked, what she would do to them. She had never seen any porn, but somehow she could imagine the most degrading of situations. Aiza thought of masturbating, but she couldn't it wasn't right. She had never done it as a woman and she could not get over the cultural barrier of such an act.
Eventually, Aiza could barely focus on anything else or get any work done. Her life was utterly consumed by desire every waking moment, and even during her sleep. That's when Aiza decided she had to do something to control this situation. Maybe she just felt lonely, eager to put her new appendage to use. Maybe the treatment was causing other effects on her body. This was edge technology, everything was uncertain. She decided if she was going to have any chance of finding a solution she needed to first satisfy her appetites so she could regain her ability to focus.
Desperation had driven Aiza to seek online dating apps, thus Jessica. She was such a cliche. Two minutes of listening to Jessica talk made it clear that Aiza had not chosen her because of her incredible personality or exceptional intelligence. However, merely glancing at her shed some light on the main criteria for her choice. Jessica was young, with a tight, lean figure and perky breasts wrapped by a skin-tight grey dress. Then there were those sensual lips, blue eyes, and fair skin. Jessica was "a rising Instagram model". Or at least she claimed to be in her delusions of grandeur. The Aiza that existed before the procedure would have rolled her eyes at her. But now she was the exact type of woman that caused Aiza's perverted day-dreams.
Unlike Jessica, Aiza always believed in carrying herself discretely. She was raised that way. No tight clothing, only long dresses or skirts, no pants or shorts unless for sports and specific activities. If it depended on her father she probably would have used a full burka all her life. But even after leaving home, Aiza maintained her traditions. She still wore the hijab that covered most of her straight, dark hair. She also wore thick-framed black glasses, those were not for style but out of necessity, giving her a more nerdy appearance.
Tonight Aiza's dress was more revealing then her father would have approved. A beautiful summer dress, with flower patterns on it and a cut around the waist that was way too tight to the skin, outlining Aiza's flat abdomen and thin waist perfectly. But at least it was long, very long when compared to Jessica's. The loose bottom of the dress went past Aiza's knees. Her ankles adorned by an elegant, but comfortable pair of heels. The colors were mostly yellow, white, and black, matching her yellow hijab and contrasting beautifully with Aiza's chocolate skin tone.
