(Chapter 32.) Thomas and Brett.
I go to the garden, and I hear someone calling my name. I turn around and I see Thomas and he is smiling.
"Hey glad I caught you," he run/waddles towards me and holds his belly as he runs. He really is big.
"I got us some real meat from the Western Campus,'' he says."That is, if you would like to join me later. I also got red wine for you."
"Join you where?" I ask.
"Angel's room," He says.
"I err.."
"Come on, you promised. I won't take no for an answer," Thomas says.
"Meet me there at 7 pm and don't be late," he says and walks off.
He is now truly fat with our child and fatter with fat as he walks away. I see what was once a muscled, big butt jiggle. He has a really fat ass. It is still hard to believe that a little piece of me is growing in him.
I know what this is, and I don't think I am ready for it. But somehow with him, I don't know. I also know that if the Doctor can get me off, Thomas will be fine. I also still feel responsible for what I did and what happened. I sort of feel comfortable with him. He was into sports and athletics and he is nearly as tall and as big as me. He is handsome and has a gentle way about him.
I go to the room, and he is there. He has a small food box and a glass of wine already poured. He smiles as I walk in and I close the door.
Well, Brett, you are on time, good. Let's eat. I am starving. Eating for two is hard work," Thomas smiles at me.
We eat real chicken and some vegetables, and with the wine it is nice.
"So how are you? And this is me, so be honest." The question is hard for me to answer.
"Not great. Confused. Sad. Horny. Scared," I say.
Thomas chuckles. "Fuck, you know how to get to the point. Look, you don't have to do anything honestly. I mean, I would like to. But you've only had that pussy for two days and I sort of feel it would be a nice way to return the favor."
"Thomas, I fucked you in a whorehouse and got you knocked up. I am not sure I was doing you a favor," I say.
"Yes, I know, but you were kind and gentle. We fooled around a couple of times since you came here. Brett, I am fond of you as a really good friend," Thomas looks at me and moves towards me, running a hand up my thigh.
His fingers feel good, ticklish, and nice. "You showed me you could be tender and kind. You ate me out so long your jaw must have been killing you," Thomas says and laughs.
"See, that sort of talk is a boner killer," I say.
"Well, you haven't got a bone to kill anymore, so that is fine," He says.
"I guess not," I say as his fingers slowly caress the skin and flesh around my pussy.
He moves around to face me. "Let me get a good look then, see what you got," he says.
He strokes the mound and then exposes all my clit and runs a finger up it slowly and very, very lightly.
"Huh, typical Brett always has to be bigger. That is a big fat clit. You are going to have to be careful with that one. Mine is much smaller look."
I lean forward and look at his clit and really see it for the first time. I had seen it before but never really looked and had something to compare it with, namely my clit. It is thinner and smaller. Maybe just over an inch. His scar is barely visible. Not like mine. I think it is strange that I spent years comparing my dick size to other guys. My new reality will be comparing clits.
He runs his finger over my scar, and I lean back.
"That scar will come in useful," he says.
"That is what the Dr said," I say.
"What, the evil quack or the nice one?" he asks me.
"The evil quack," I reply.
"My Brett, what big pussy lips you have," He says.
"Oh Thomas, don't mock me," I say.
"I am jealous. Mine is quite tidy and normal, yours is sort of sexy. Big and beefy. I like it, This is the sort of cunt I loved to fuck," He says, still stroking around my pussy ever so gently.
"Really?" I say.
"Yeah. Have I ever said anything to you I don't mean?" He asks and grins.
"No. Sexy, huh? I thought it was ugly," I say.
He takes my head and moves in and kisses me. "No, it is very, very sexy," He whispers and kisses me some more.
At first, I am hesitant, but he keeps stroking my pussy and I start to explore his mouth, and he mine. His hands rub and caress my twat, he is gentle and the thick cunt lips swell and plump.
"On your back and spread your legs," He commands, and I immediately think of what I did to him.
"I err... Ok," I say and lie down. I feel exposed, vulnerable, like I did with the Doc. It is strange how vulnerable having a cunt makes me feel.
He gets between my legs and slowly caresses my flaps.
"It is so hard to believe that that big dick of yours turned into a big fat juicy clit. Big for a clit, but so small compared to what it was. All that sleek rod now compacted to this," he says and I feel a sense of shame wash over me and then a warmth as his tongue swirls around my flaps lightly and gently bathing me. I feel a tingly sensation in my belly.
"Such a big fat clit," he says and puts his tongue lightly on my clit and then circles. My clit is in his mouth. All of it fits so easily. I won't choke anyone with this. He is only working it lightly and even that is a little too much at first. I am starting to realize how much more sensitive that nub is than my old dick and I grip my hands to fists and brace. The sensitivity is somewhere between discomfort and pleasure. However, the more he works my clit with his tongue, the better it feels.
He stops and smells my arousal. It is arousal. I am soaking down there now. I feel wet and my pussy drips. "Don't smell me. Thomas," I say pleadingly. I know why he is doing this and my face flushes red with embarrassment and shame at what even I can now smell.
"You did that to me. You smell fucking amazing. I love the smell of breeder cunt," he says and wipes my pussy and puts his finger under my nose. I take in the smell. It is familiar and sexy, and it is my odor, my pussy odor. I smell like breeder pussy because I have one. The odor and shame only make me wetter, and I hate it and lick his fingers and taste my juice. I feel dirty and sexy doing that.
He buries his head again. I feel my belly burn a little hotter and I get wetter and I feel almost like I am gushing. He runs a hand over my sopping vulva.
"Oh Fuck," I say involuntarily. It is a good noise, though. I am getting close.
He takes my fat squidgy clit back in his mouth and sucks on it. I want him to suck it harder and faster and he knows. He must know. But he doesn't suck it harder he teases me.
"Harder, suck it harder," I whimper and he does, and he grabs my hands and puts them to the side of his head. I push him down onto my squishy fat clit and he sucks the two inches of flesh hard and faster. I grind into him and that fire is turned up a notch and I want him to suck it real hard and he does and I push up and into his face and I buck, trying to get to something still new and foreign. I can only grind into his face. I am trying to face fuck him, and I can't. My tiny clit is not able to fuck.
It happens so quickly one minute I am there, and in an instant; I am not. The flash of pleasure in my clit and belly pulse and I sort of leave my body like floating in a strange bath of fuzzy warmth. It feels so good. The release is even stronger than the one before with the doc. This is insane. It never ends, and I buck into him and push his head down onto my fat clit.
I start to cry, "Fuck Thomas, that was amazing," I say.
"Too good," He says.
"Yes, shit, it was too good," I say.
We make out some more. We finger each other, grind our clits together and eat each other out. His soft, smooth body and tits against my firm body and ugly cunt. We rub our shames together, his small clit against my fat long one. It is incredible and horrible. I love how good it feels. I cum really quickly compared to him and some of the orgasms are almost too much. They are emotional and not at all like blasting a load out of a dick. They wash over your whole body, sometimes every single part of me. We laugh and cry and with him, I am so glad I was kind that night to him. We lie together as breeders, muscled cunts, one of us knocked up by the other. The air is heavy with our breeder musk. I am a fucking breeder bitch.
......
That experience with Thomas, as wonderful as it was, hasn't brought me any peace. I get into a routine. I work out and eat to keep myself in shape. I use the dildo room for masturbation.
I explore my own body, my own sex. I only just got used to my new dick. Now I have a new pussy, and it feels amazing, so much softer and sensitive than a cock. More complicated, less immediate and less predictable. But oh, the orgasms are better and I am just as horny as I ever was, if not more so, which is a worry.
The first thing I try to get used to is how much of it there is. The outer part of my mound is fat and swollen when it is hard. I have to stop thinking of being hard when I am horny because none of it is hard at all. It is firm at best. And yet it is strange, in my head, it feels like I should be hard. Full of blood pumping and sensitive. Only when I touch it, it is pliable, firm, but not hard. Not the hardness of a really stiff cock.
My fuck lips are soft and fleshy, often wet or moist, and my hole is warm and really fleshy and stretchy. It has a feel almost like raw chicken breast, damp and pliable, and it demands those walls be touched, but I don't go there too much or too deep. The lips are thick folds of sensitive skin and get thicker the more aroused I get. I just am struggling to process what I have and what I like. After years of being certain, everything has changed and like all the other breeders here, I need to adapt to what is there now.
I have started to realize that having a cunt is not as easy as having a dick, even a cut dick. The doc was right about my exposed clit, and also wrong. It is so big and sensitive, but one wrong move can set me back. One careless finger can kill the mood. This thing between my legs can go from 0 to 60 in seconds, or minutes. It needs to be ready. I need to be ready. Jerking it when I am not in the mood or if I try to rush it, doesn't work. I came into the dildo room the other day wet as blazes, sat down and within minutes I had given up. Something was off. I was rushing it, and it just wasn't working.
Then the other day in the gym I was doing crunches, and I came on the floor of the gym. It was not a massive orgasm, but enough for me to whimper. I noticed Mason looked at me, but he said nothing, too scared that my shame could be his soon enough.
The scar is super nice but also I caught my clit a few times and that is nearly as bad as a kick in the balls or like when you hit your elbow. A sort of funny unfamiliar but striking pain.
This is going to take time to get used to. I guess Thomas knew that, and the Doc. They both knew what they were doing. I don't, and it will take a while to get used to.
I think about all the breeders I fucked and how much better I could have been with the knowledge I now have. I think about some of the ways I handled Thomas the other evening and just how wrong I was getting it.
