Be Careful What You Wish For

This is a long story (even for me) but the idea took hold and it just sort of wrote itself. It wouldn't work if it were a word shorter. But I think it keeps up at a nice clip and I promise that if you give it the time it needs, you won't be disappointed. It has some of the nastiest stuff I've ever written. And I mean that in the best possible way. Enjoy!

Chapter 1: Selling My Soul

"Hey Larissa, I have a date tonight, would you mind walking my dog sometime before you go to sleep?" I hadn't heard my roommate Wendy open the door but I heard her request. I jumped up in my seat a bit as I noticed her voice and quickly closed the browser on my computer sitting on my desk. I was pretty sure that my body was blocking the screen from her view and I was very thankful I hadn't taken off my towel yet (I'd just gotten out of the shower). If Wendy realized that my plans for Friday night were, once again, sitting in my room and masturbating to illegally downloaded pornography, I was just going to die. I turned and looked at Wendy as she moved inside my bedroom door.

"Yeah, uh... I am not going anywhere. I can walk her," I said and then realized that I had basically admitted that I was a loser and didn't have any plans. So what was I worried about in the first place? Wendy caught sight of the mirror on the back side of my desk and walked over and looked at herself over my shoulder. I quietly closed the laptop so that she wouldn't be able to glean my viewing habits. She quickly started playing with her hair and pouting her lips.

"I knew I could count on you!" she said and I winced. Good to know that my roommate felt that she could be certain her schedule was open on the weekend because I sure as Hell wouldn't be doing anything. She seemed to notice my discomfort, "You are just such a good student you know. I already figured you would be home working tonight. Saturday seems to be more of your 'fun' day" she said generously. It was nice of her to say, even if it wasn't true. I may have been socially awkward, but it wasn't because I was a nerd. No, what Wendy didn't realize was that her college roommate for the past two years (me) had flunked out of school two months ago. My grades had never been good and this year, I lost what little motivation I had. What good what it do to pass? I would just be miserable with a degree.

I just felt like I could never concentrate on anything, a problem I'd always had. My mom said I had my head in the clouds, dreaming about stuff I'd never get when I should be focused on the real goals I could achieve. I guess she was right. For three years of college I had dreamed about being a social darling on campus. Coming up with elaborate fantasies about how it would play out. However, my extreme social anxiety meant that I didn't even know how to begin to fulfill that dream. I didn't even really go up to talk to people if I could avoid it. Before I'd flunked out, I don't think more than a handful of students even knew my name. And so, my silly dream meant I was too distracted to pass my classes, which was something I probably could have done if I'd applied myself.

I hadn't told anyone that I'd flunked out of school yet (just kept cashing those checks from dad!). I'd just gotten a job at a used video store near campus and hoped that something would come my way to fix the problem before anyone found out. And about that job, I had just been fired earlier in the day for staring into space while teenagers stole DVDs and smashed them against the side of the building.

Oh and before I forget, Wendy wasn't right about the other thing either: Saturday wasn't my fun day. Tomorrow's night' agenda: the same thing as tonight. So my life was an absolute shit show.

"How do I look Larissa?" Wendy asked. That shook me out of my self-loathing for a moment and I turned and looked in the mirror.

It was already 8 o'clock and she was dressed to the nines for her date. She was wearing a trendy, tight black dress that perfectly slinked over her curvy hips and shapely thighs. She wore high heel shoes that lifted her firm butt and drew out the shape of her calves. Her big green eyes were accentuated perfectly with her careful application of eye shadow and her think pink lips glowed from lip gloss. Her hair was long, honey blonde, and meticulously straightened. All those strong colors popped on her milky white skin. Wendy was one of prettiest girls that I had ever seen. Her body was spectacular and her face was flawless.

"You look perfect," I said and she beamed.

"You're sweet," she said, "But I wouldn't say perfect, I mean I don't look like you!" I smiled wanly. Wendy was always very nice like that, even if a little ham-handed. Always complimenting me on my looks because she knew I was sensitive about it. But sometimes it came off patronizing. She was clearly cuter than me. I looked at myself in the mirror now and saw what I always saw. A decent looking girl, nothing more. I had long midnight black hair that fell in loose curls down my back (my best feature) and large blue eyes. My eyelashes were shorter than Wendy's and my nose was a little smaller (not that hers was big). I was shorter than her (she was a statuesque 5'9 and slim, while I was about 5'3 and skinny to the point of being scrawny). My skin was much darker than hers, like an olive color. I had nice legs I supposed.

Sometimes I would think that I actually looked pretty good, especially right after I got out of the shower feeling fresh like now. Sometimes when that happened, I would wonder why it was that she always had good looking men falling all over themselves to take her out on a date while I sat at home and played with myself. It didn't make any sense. Why was it that she got to live my fantasies while I sat in my room feeling anxious and ashamed of myself? We weren't that different.

Just at that moment, Wendy leaned over and to look at her lips and the difference between us pressed up against my left arm. Both of the differences. It would always take a moment and then I would realize: Wendy had perfectly shaped C-cup breasts that poured out of her dress. I looked down at my own chest, barely able to hold up my synched towel. I was 21 years old and I didn't even have to wear a training bra. I looked like a 12-year old boy. Who wants to date someone like that? I know it sounds crazy, but I was positive that those two little bee stings were the root of all of my problems.

There was a honk of a car horn in the driveway of the house we rented and I knew that her date was here. Wendy appraised herself one last time in the mirror, "I really do appreciate you helping me out," she said and then kissed my lightly on the cheek and rushed out the door. I could feel her kiss vibrating on my cheek. A kiss off, I guess. And then I was alone again on a Friday night with absolutely no prospects of that scenario ever changing.

I sat in my desk chair looking at myself in the mirror. For a moment the weight of my loneliness and self-criticism landed on my shoulder and I felt familiar tears start to well in the corners of my eye. And then, as usual, I dropped out of my actual life and imagined what it would be like if things were better. If I was more like Wendy and less like me. For a moment I thought about myself on a date, a simple little dream with dinner, a movie, maybe some coy glances and teasing jokes. It was my normal Friday night dream, I had it when the anxiety inevitably hit every Friday after I masturbated. And when I came down from that dream, I felt more miserable and alone than ever. I didn't even feel like playing with myself anymore, so the night would be a total loss. If I sat here again, I was going to start crying again. I decided to call my best friend and hoped she would cheer me up.

"Come on Trixie," I called, "Let's take a walk." The little fuzzball came bounding into the room. I pulled off my towel and quickly slipped on a pair of gym shorts and a white tank top. I didn't even bother with a bra. I grabbed the leash and a few minutes later, my first date in 21 years and I were walking. Usually hairy women aren't my type but you take what you can get.

I thought that maybe a little fresh air might improve my mood, after all I had been moping around the house since I'd been fired at 11 that morning. It was an early fall evening and already dark as Trixie and I made our way out. It was a little bit chilly and I wished that I'd brought something warmer. I resolved to go home as soon Trixie did her business. At least it was a nice place for a walk. I went, or had gone to I guess, a medium-sized public university in the mountains. There were lots of trees and Wendy and I lived on a nice quiet street in a good part of town.

As it was a Friday night there were many college students milling around. Freshmen in big groups moving around together because they hadn't decided who they hated yet, stoners sitting on the grass and discussing the cosmos, nerds preparing for role-playing games in the student union, and more than everything else there were girls and guys my age heading to parties in ones and twos. Everyone just seemed so calm and happy; I didn't understand how they lived in the same world as me. Part of me knew that all I had to do was act like them and I would fit in with them, but emotionally I just couldn't do it. Instead, I made myself as small as humanly possible, kept my eyes on Trixie, and prayed that no one would notice me.

Finally, Trixie walked over to a nice spot next to a mail box and let loose. At least she was reliably quick when it came to this stuff. In a moment, we had turned and were heading back to the house. But we were no sooner headed in the right direction when an earsplitting crash boomed right over my head. My skin felt prickly and I actually hunched over. I had no idea what was going on. And then my questions were answer. In an instant it went from a clear, warm night to a torrential, freezing downpour.

The water fell in absolute sheets. Instantly the corners of the roads filled with water and started to climb up onto the sidewalk. Trixie was going nuts, jumping all over the place and barking her head off. Not knowing what to do, I put my hands over my head, but it was too little, too late. I was absolutely soaked.

After a moment of being completely frozen with surprise, I started to move back towards the house. I considered running, but I figured that I was already as wet as I could possibly be. I just crossed my arms in front of my chest and kept my head down. You know, my sort of normal position. Trixie tried to jump in all of the puddles as we moved, but I kept her on a short leash and we started to make our way home.

About two blocks from my place I saw two guys standing next to a fire hydrant and just acting like they didn't notice the rain. I could see they were laughing and looking around. I didn't want them to notice me (because I never wanted anyone to notice me) so I swung wide on the sidewalk to get around them. As I got closer, I could hear them talking.

"Seriously, I couldn't have planned this any better if I tried!" One guy said and the other one laughed.

"Totally bro. I mean it is one thing to get a free wet t-shirt contest, but what are the odds that we'd be on the same street as the Delta Zeta house when it happened?"

"Especially when they are all wearing white shirts of some reason!" the first guy said. I followed their eyes and saw across the street there was a handful of sorority girls running around and laughing. They were wearing white and as they ran their large breasts bopped up and down on their chests. The dudes seemed to be mesmerized by them. I guess I was as well and despite my efforts to steer around the two dudes, I found myself brushing against one of them.

"Oh sorry," I muttered.

"No problem buddy," The guy said and I felt my face turn red. The other guy turned and looked at me.

"It's a chick man," the guy said. Then both guys turned and looked at me. They must've seen that I was also wearing a white shirt and their eyes instantly gravitated towards my breasts. I saw a familiar look of disappointment in their eyes and they quickly looked away.

"Yeah, no problem miss," the guy said. 'Miss' being the least sexy possible thing for a frat boy type to call you. It was like I was his twelve year old sister's best friend or something. I looked down at what they had been looking at. I saw my shirt wet and flat against my chest. I saw the small pink bumps of my nipples pushing through. And I saw nothing else. No bumps where my breasts should be. Maybe I could see my ribs along my side. I looked at the dudes and didn't even blame them for looking at the girls all the way across the street. I pulled on Trixie's leash and, as the rain started to relent ever so slightly, I walked as fast as I could to the house.

As soon as I was safely inside the door, all of the tension I had been holding in while I was outside burst out of me. The discomfort with being out on the street, the feeling that the eyes of others were on me and that they were laughing, and finally the humiliation of knowing that I was not sexually attractive to even the horniest, stupidest college students I could possibly walk by. I felt a scream building in my throat as I dropped Trixie's leash and she bounded into the house to shake the water off of her fur in the kitchen.

"Fuck!" I screamed, "I would sell my fucking soul for a nice pair of tits!" I said and then let out something that sounded like a primal scream. And as my voice rang out in the hallway, I felt the tension slowly ebbing from my body. I heard the rain falling on the roof of the house and knew that I was inside for the night. Wendy would be out late and I would be a lone for a while. My face was still red from humiliation and I was hyperventilating a little from anxiety, but I felt a little better.

"Jesus, Larissa," I said to myself, "Try to get a hold of yourself." I shook my head and wondered what had come over me. I thought I was used to this stuff, was my anxiety getting worse? I shook off that feeling and moved into the kitchen to clean up after Trixie.

It took a while to clean up all of the water all over the kitchen, but it was nice, it kept my mind off of my troubles. When I was finished I realized that the whole place still smelled like wet dog. I looked up and saw Trixie staring at me intently. I smiled at her and then took her to the bathroom and gave her a bath. After she was cleaned and dried I changed my clothes and dried my hair. By the time all of that was finished, it was already pretty late (I mean like 11:00 or so) and I had successfully avoided feeling bad for myself for several hours. I decided that that was as good a sign as any that I should take the opportunity to go to sleep. I climbed into my bed.

Of course, the instant that I was no longer busy, all of my thoughts and concerns came back to me. I thought about Wendy and what she was doing. I wondered where those frat boys were. And I wondered where those big-titted sorority chicks were at 11 on a weekend night. Unlike earlier, I didn't feel the intense embarrassment of being a loser as no one was around to see me. I was just sad. Without even realizing it, I slipped into a relatively vivid day dream in which I went to a party and all of those people were there. And they were all trying to talk to me and get my opinion about their looks and their make-up or wanted to ask me out. And I was too busy to talk to any of them, so I just sort of soaked in all of their attention. It was just the sort of day-dream that usually let me into falling asleep. I felt my eyes starting to sting from fatigue and slowly started to drift away...

And suddenly there was a soul-rattling crash, about ten times louder than the crash of thunder that had struck while I was outside. My eyes flew open and I sat up quickly in my bed. My heart was beating like a hummingbird's wings and I felt adrenaline rushing through my body. For a moment I was disoriented, especially by the fact that I could tell this was not thunder. The noise, despite its almost unfathomable depth, was definitely coming from my room.

I didn't have much time to figure out where the noise was coming from. Just a few second after I sat up in my bed and I heard a terrible cracking noise and in a moment my room seemed to fill with smoke. But it wasn't normal smoke, it smelled heavily of sulfur. I was trying to figure out what kind of fire was happening in my house, but even as I was thinking that I felt a glowing heat. I looked over to the right side of my bed where I felt it and I saw something that made my mouth drop open and, without conscious effort, I felt my head shaking left to right.

I could not believe what I was seeing. In the middle of the floor there was suddenly a gaping hole. It was belching that sulfur smoke and glowed orange and red. And the craziest thing was that I could see down into the hole, or at least partially. It seemed to go down forever, far past the point where I could see. And I was on the first floor of the house, there wasn't even a basement! I couldn't even string together two thoughts. My mind was just a scrambled mess and I just kept shaking my head. Suddenly the cracking noise stopped and the hole in my floor stopped growing. Now I could hear a different noise. Emanating out of the hole in my floor, along with the smoke and the glow I could suddenly hear terrible wailing, like a thousand people crying in agony all at once. My skin crawled and I wanted more than anything to get out of my bed, but I couldn't move.

Suddenly, the glow stopped and my room was plunged into absolute darkness. The wails became louder and the smell of sulfur was thicker. Then, in an instant, the wailing stopped, the sulfur dropped out of the air, and the lights in my room burst back on in all their electric comfort. My eyes immediately flew back to the floor and I saw the hole was still there, darker and more ominous than before. I could still not see the bottom, but it no longer glowed. I wasn't imagining this!

"Ahem!" a voice said and I jumped quickly in my bed. My eyes flew to the foot of the bed where the voice had come from. I'd been so intent on the floor that I hadn't noticed someone in my room. Or I guess I should say, something.

The figure I saw at the foot of my bed was so strange and unexpected after my uneasy experience that I could barely believe what I was looking at. The voice was a woman's voice. A very sexy woman's voice, thick and breathy like an old-time movie star's. And the creature that gave birth to the voice absolutely fit it. For the most part, the creature looked like a beautiful woman. She (I will refer to it as a she, what else can I do?) had incredibly long, straight black hair and large, ovular black eyes. Her nose was small and her teeth were incredibly white behind very thick black lips that looked like they'd been painted thickly (but attractively) with charcoal. Her face was fiercely lovely with angular features, dark brooding eyes, and sharp looking teeth. Her body was amazing. Her neck was long, elegant, and thin with thin, feminine arms. Her shoulders were slight, but athletic. Her breasts were covered with what looked like a black bikini top, and they sort of poured out the skimpy fabric. Her stomach was flat and her exposed midriff looked like an underwear model. Her hips flared deliciously and I could see the muscles of her hips underneath of a micro skirt. Her thin legs tapered down to small, delicate feet.

I know what you are thinking at this point: you are describing a hot chick, nothing particularly unbelievable about that, there are millions of them. That is true. But I left a couple of things off. First, her skin. It was red. I don't mean like she was an Irish girl in Miami red, I mean she was RED red. Her skin was an even tone of ruby from head to toe. Except, as I stated, her lips which were black, as were her eyelids. I told you about her long black hair, what I didn't say was that sticking up through the hair, above her temples, were to three inch horns, one on either side pointing slightly towards one another. And most disturbing of all was behind her. Swishing around behind her was a long, red tail that ended in a pointed arrowhead shape. In short, she was beautiful, but terrifying.

She was smirking slightly at me but seemed completely at ease. I tore my eyes away from her for a moment, looking back at the hole in the ground. This couldn't be real, she couldn't be from... She seemed to sense my split attention. With that she leaned forward, putting her hands on the footboard of my bed. This squeezed her large breasts together, drawing my eye towards them.

"You just gonna stare at my tits or are you going to say hello?" she said in that sultry voice again. I closed my eyes for a few seconds and then opened them again, expecting her to disappear, "Still here doll." She leaned back again, standing tall. Well, not tall. She wasn't much taller than me. But she felt taller. She winked at me and then took her tail in her hand and swung it around seductively.

"Who...?" I said, my voice coming out in a tiny little croak.

"Larissa," the woman said.

"Wha...?" I asked again, my voice sounding slightly more normal.

"Lots of people forget their names when they meet me. Your name is Larissa," The woman said and then walked around to the side of the bed (the side without the gaping hole) and sat down languidly on the bed.

"No, what are...?" I said again. How did she know my name? I barely considered it, my mind still felt scrambled, that was the closest thing to a thought I could manage.

"Oh! You want to know me?" She said, "Please to meet you, hope you guessed my name." I squinted at her.

"Huh?" I felt more confused than ever. She giggled humorlessly and rolled her eyes.

"I guess you're too young. Rolling Stones. Anyway, you can call me Lilith," She said. I was sort of surprised. I was expecting something more sinister. Beelzebub or something.

"The name has a good pedigree, Google it sometime," Lilith said, once again seeming to read my thoughts. With that she sort of lay out of the bed, stretching across my legs. Her smell, not the sulfurous but more like roses. I could feel her skin through the blankets, it was extremely hot, but not enough to burn. She stretched and I heard her joints pop and then she just stared up at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell as though she were breathing deeply and her nipples were hard against her bikini top, as though she were cold.

"Who the Hell are you?" I said and she laughed so hard she had to sit up. She looked at me now, seeming to take an interest in me again. Her eyes, no longer black, shone red.

"An apt question, you are more fun than you seem," Lilith said.

"Who are you," I asked.

"Lilith," she said again, "Ask a more interesting question." I felt her eyes boring into me.

"Where did you come from?" I asked and she smiled wide. She was closer now and I could see that her teeth were indeed sharp. She ran her tongue over them slowly. It was a deep, blood red color and forked at the end.

"You know the answer to that," she said, "Ask a question you don't know the answer to. Last chance, I am getting bored." Where was she from? I asked myself. In my heart I knew it, but I couldn't bring my mind to accept it. But I feared what she would do if she got bored. So, in a fog, I asked another question.

"Why are you here?" I asked. She grinned at me now, then rolled over once, sliding up my body. Now she was lying across my belly (which was still under my blanket) and she was propping her head up with her hand.

"You summoned me Larissa," She said.

"I did not!" I said, completely confused. I wasn't what one would call religious, but I knew that I had never asked a...demon for help before! This was completely insane. Lilith shrugged her shoulders and opened her mouth. Her hot red tongue didn't move, it just stayed flat in her mouth. But out of her mouth, like a tape recorder, came a sound.

"Fuck!" the voice from Lilith's mouth screamed, "I would sell my fucking soul for a nice pair of tits!" The voice was mine! It was coming from her mouth, but I knew it sounded exactly like me! And I remember saying just that a few hours earlier. I started to shake my head again.

"Stop denying it," Lilith, sitting up and sounding angry now, "We both know who I am and we both know what you asked for. Let's cut to the chase."

"No, I was just venting. I never wanted this," I said. I couldn't reconcile what I was seeing in this room with what I knew to be the truth about the world and the way things worked. But Lilith was there, in front of me, I had to engage her.

"Honey, I don't come to people who are venting. I come to people who are absolutely sincere. Believe me, I can spot a lie," she said and then winked at me. I thought back to earlier. So many frustrations and disappointments all at once. Had I meant what I said? I'd been so unhappy. I was still unhappy.

"No, I meant it then, but I don't want to do it now," I said. How many times had I said or thought something like that during my life. Had I only said it because I knew that wish could not be granted? Or had I really, in my heart, wanted it?

"When I come to see someone, they want what they asked for. I only make a couple of trips in a given year. And when I make an offer, people take it. Get over your ego, and realize that you want to sell me your soul."

"I changed my mind," I said before I could get any farther into my thoughts. This was insane. First of all, I couldn't sell my soul to someone. That wasn't something that could happen. And I wasn't going to sell my soul for tits even if I could. And besides, I was clearly having some sort of psychotic break. And...

"Lighten up," Lilith said smiling more warmly now, "you don't even know what you get for your soul. And you're lucky you came to me. Or I guess, I came to you. Most people won't give you have the value for your soul," I spoke now faster, sounding a bit like a used car salesman.

"No I..." I started.

"And it is November. I have a special deal going in November. I mean you have to act now, because once that offer is on the table, it comes back off in five minutes. Five minutes, you sell your soul and you get... well just let me know," As she spoke now, Lilith rolled over so that she was on straddling my hips. She put her hands on either side of my neck and leaned forward into me. Her beautiful face was just inches from my own and I could smell her scent of roses hard on her breath.

"I can't sell my soul," I said, "I will go to Hell." At this point, I hadn't really thought about WHY I didn't want to sell my soul. It was just sort of a natural reaction. Selling my soul was wrong, so I wouldn't do it. That was that.

"I'm in Hell most of the time," Lilith said in a hush, "I love it there. You might like it too." I looked into Lilith's eyes and they burned white hot now.

"I..." I started.

"You want your soul. You want to keep it close to you in the night, kiss it, and love it. I understand. I won't take it now. I get it when you're dead," she explained, "And let's be honest; you don't exactly live virtuous life. You are full of envy and wrath. Odds are, you were going to Hell anyway. Why not eliminate the suspense and get something out it?"

"No, it isn't like that," I said, but I felt differently. She was right, I wasn't a religious person. I'd been living on the assumption that there was no God. And no Lilith. Here she was showing me I was wrong. If I was going to burn in Hell anyway...why not treat myself now? She must've seen that change in my eyes.

"Think about Larissa. I know why you said what you did. I know what it is to be alone, to be angry, to be embarrassed, and to feel anxiety. I know what every day is like for you. Why will you live your life that way when you don't have to? I am not asking for anything but your signature today." She touched on all the things I'd been thinking about myself. She knew my thoughts. And she played the right notes. It was readily apparent that I lacked the resolve to fix my life myself. Wasn't this everything I'd ever wanted?

"Will you sign honey?" She reached in between her breasts and pulled out a small notebook and pulled a pen from behind her ears and handed it to me. I took it and looked at her.

"Well..." I said, and I saw her eyes getting hungry. For a moment I was struck by how insane this was. There was no way this was actually happening. This was some sort of weird dream or something. And I also thought of how many times I'd hoped that I could get a wish. To be able to change something in my life. If this was a dream, there was no harm. And if it wasn't...well didn't I deserve to be happy? She made such a good point.

I know it sounds like a switched fast, from being completely unwilling to selling my soul to accepting that I could sell it. All I can say is that it happened that fast. I naturally rejected the idea of selling my soul. But then, when I actually stopped to think about it, I realized that I didn't use my soul! It was just as shameful and obnoxious as the rest of my being. When I realized I didn't have anything to protect, I didn't really care about it anymore. What I cared about was changing myself. Now.

"Well what Larissa?" she said. And I realized that she desperately wanted my soul. I could see it in her eyes. There was a chance here, a chance to get a bargain for my soul.

"Well, what do I get?" I said.

"Oh, it is a proper lawyer!" Lilith said in a haughty accent, but she smiling, "It seems someone wants to negotiate for her soul, the kind of thing that could cause you to go to Hell anyway. Well, I like that. Let me tell you what I am offering." She backed away from me now, squatted on her haunches on my knees.

"What is it?"

"Well tits, that's what you get. That's what you asked for. So you have to get that for your soul," she said and then stopped. We both knew I desperately wanted them. But I wanted more too. I looked down at my pitiful chest and then up at Lilith.

"You aren't getting my soul just for tits," I said and she laughed.

"You aren't as weak as you think," she said dryly, "I promised you a deal didn't I? Well, you have to get tits. You will get them tonight. But, in addition to that, you will get two additional requests over the next two nights. One a night. Essentially, you get three wishes. People always like three wishes. 1001 Nights or something. One for the father, the son, and the holy ghost if you like. Three wishes in exchange for your soul. No wishing for more wishes, etc., etc., what do you say Larissa?" she asked. As she finished speaking, she looked at her nails, sort of feigning disinterest. I tried to do the same, but I could not. With three wishes, I could get anything and everything I'd ever wanted. I couldn't hold my poker face.

"Deal!" I said emphatically. Lilith quickly thrust her notepad under my nose. I was still holding her pen and I looked at the pad. It didn't say anything. It just had a line with an "x" next to it. I looked up at her and she raised her eyebrows. My heart was pounding.

"Do it, and you won't ever have to feel unnecessary ever again," she said. And I felt her words touch me deeply. I put the pad to paper and signed my name. I instantly looked down at my tits and... they were the same.

"What the Hell Lilith?" I asked, "You don't get my soul if you don't follow through." Suddenly Lilith's eyes flashed crimson and she stood up quickly on the bed. She towered over me and I could feel pure malice coming from her body.

"Do not presume to lecture me slave! You have but a few years on this earth and then you belong to me, do not dictate conditions! You will get everything you ask for and more, but you will get it on my terms," Lilith said, her voice echoing inside of my head. I felt dread, dread like I'd never felt before. What had I just done? And in that instantly, Lilith's tail swung around and struck me hard on the side of the head. In that instant, the whole world went black.

Chapter 2: Tits

I awoke the next morning to find light streaming in through my bedroom window. Actually, it was early afternoon. I'd been sleeping in late lately, and it was already 1:30 p.m. according to my clock. I felt a little bit groggy, like I'd had too much to drink the night before. I had the slightest memory of a strange dream the night before, but I couldn't remember what it was. My eyes were still half closed as I swung my feet over the right side of my bed. Something in my mind told me that I shouldn't do that, but I yawned and ignored it. I felt my feet sink into my carpet and I stretched out my arms and legs. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes as I walked down the hall and into my bathroom.

I walked up to the sink and put my head under the faucet and got a quick drink. While the water was still running, I grabbed my toothbrush and squirted some toothpaste onto it. Then I looked up into the mirror. And my mouth dropped open and my toothbrush clattered into the sink. For a moment my eyes burrowed into the mirror. Then they dropped down to my chest.

I was wearing a little white t-shirt, something I wore to bed most nights. But it didn't look normal. It was small that usually fell so that it just barely covered the top of my pajama pants. But today, it was hiked up so that my navel was visible. Then, inexplicable, the shirt sort of ballooned up on my chest, puffing out in front of me in two round bumps. There were two little points sticking out from the fronts of those lumps.

Then, the whole night before flooded back to my mind. The sounds, the smells, the visions, and, most of all, the sale. I'd sold my soul the night before in exchange for breasts and two other wishes. And it hadn't been a daydream or a hallucination. Something had actually changed! I had the breasts I'd always wanted!

I quickly grabbed the bottom of my shirt and tore it up over my head and then looked back at the mirror. I actually gasped when I saw them the first time. They were absolutely perfect. First of all, they were big. I mean not cartoonishly big, I am a small girl with a tiny frame. But on that small body, those C-cup sized breasts looked massive. I still had the same little, dark red areola's and longish nipples I'd always had, but there was suddenly heft behind them. The breasts, my breasts, were the perfect shape, sort of rounded on the bottom and gently sloped at the top giving them a perfect teardrop shape. I shook my shoulders a bit and was shocked when my breasts bounced naturally, and alluringly, in the mirror. They were actually mine! They were connected to me!

I felt their weight and density as they slapped into one another and even bounced on my chest. I had to feel them more! I reached up with my hands. My heart was pounding mightily and my fingers were actually shaking. I don't know what I expected: my fingers to fall off or my tits to deflate or something, but I was nervous. Then I felt my fingers brush against my breasts and sink into the flesh. My breasts were warm and felt dense. And not only could I feel my breasts with my fingers, I could feel my fingers with my breasts! I couldn't believe it! I looked down as I felt myself, watched my skin ripple. They were absolutely perfect. And they felt nice to play with, made me feel sexy.

I always wanted to know what it would feel like to have big breasts and to give them a nice squeeze, so I grabbed my left breast and applied a little pressure. I felt a strange feeling of release and actually moaned and closed by eyes. It was wonderful. I opened my eyes to look at my breasts again in the mirror, but was confused to see a few stray dribbles of white liquid sprayed across it. I leaned forward but couldn't figure out what it was. But I could see in the mirror that a drop of that liquid was also perched precariously on my nipple!

I moved my finger over my nipple (and felt a delightful chill run down my spine) and then lifted the white liquid up to my eye level. What the hell was it? I looked at the ceiling to see if something was dripping down, but it was dry. I smelled the liquid bit it didn't have any smell. I shrugged my shoulders and wiped it off on my pajama pants. Then I reached up and decided to squeeze other breast, to see if it felt different. I squeezed even harder this time and that release feeling felt even stronger. But this time I kept my eyes open.

I was absolutely shocked to see something shoot out of my nipple. It was a long, thing stream running out of my body! I saw it splatter against the mirror, putting even more liquid on the glass. I looked down at my nipple and saw that, once again, it a dribble was on the end of it. Milk? My breasts were full of milk? I was so shocked by what I was seeing that I could barely keep two thoughts in my head. It was just too many confusing things at once.

Slowly, I became aware that I could hear my phone ringing in my room. I was still staring at the milk on my finger and the milk smeared all over the bathroom mirror. But in a sort of daze I walked, topless, back to my room and looked for my phone. Even in my sort of zonked out state I noticed the way my breasts bounced up and down when I walked. I made it to my room and picked my phone up off of my nightstand. I looked at the number. It wasn't anyone I knew, instead, there was just a three numbers on the screen: "666."

For a moment I just stared at the phone. That wasn't a number that was possible. But it wasn't possible for me to have big, milk-filled breasts either. Finally, I clicked the button on the phone, "hello?" I said.

"Good morning Ms. Mansfield. I got the feeling that you might have a couple of questions, thought I might give you a call" a familiar, sultry voice said over the phone.

"Lilith?" I said, wondering if it is even made sense for her to call me on the phone, "This is Larissa, not Ms..." I started.

"No, Jane Mansfield honey, it's a joke... never mind it's before of your time. Pam Anderson? I don't that I guess that's pretty old too at this point as well. How about this, how's the morning going? Is it the tits?" Lilith said and then laughed into the phone.

"Lilith, did you do this?" I asked, looking down at my breasts again.

"Ask and you shall receive honey. You wanted big, beautiful tits and you got them didn't you?"

"Yeah," I said honestly, "but they are full of..." I started.

"Sex appeal? Raw animal magnetism? Or just flesh?" Lilith asked.

"No, milk!" I yelled into the phone, "My big , beautiful tits are leaking milk!" I said.

"What's your point?" Lilith said, sounding disinterested.

"I never said I wanted milk in my breasts, I just wanted them to be bigger," I said. When I screamed, I felt my breasts jostle and it almost felt like I could hear my milk sloshing around inside of me. I felt so strange, though I knew it was all in my head.

"Well you never said that," Lilith snapped back, "I work in nature my dear Larissa. I can't make something out of nothing and I don't have access to a lot of silicone. It melts where I come from. I made your tits big the old fashioned way. Giving you some milk," Lilith said as though I should have just known that was what she was going to do, "you gotta be careful what you wish for."

"Do I have a baby?!" I asked, suddenly alarmed. I knew you don't just get milk from nowhere. But Lilith was cackling over the phone.

"No. I didn't go that far, but I wish I had now!" Lilith laughed, "I just set the machinery working." I did remember when my older sister gave birth. Her breasts had suddenly gotten a little bit bigger. A little bit.

"But shouldn't my breasts only increase like one cup size or so for milk?" I asked and sat down heavily on my bed. This was not what I was expecting.

"Well if you had a baby maybe, and made a normal amount of milk, say 25-32 ounces of milk in a day, then that would probably be true," Lilith said. Something about the way she said 'normal' made me uncomfortable.

"Well, if my breasts are bigger, how much milk do I produce?" I asked.

"Oh well, that will depend on a lot of things. You know, how much you eat, how much you drink, exercise," Lilith said as though this were just an academic discussion. I was getting a little bit antsy.

"Please Lilith, just ballpark it for me," I said.

"About three quarts I'd say," Lilith said, "Around 96 ounces. You know, around 12 ounces per breast every six hours or so, maybe slowing down some or even stopping while you are sleeping" Three quarts! I couldn't even fathom that amount of liquid inside of my body. And 24 ounces, ever six hours! That was a ton! I wasn't some sort of cow or anything, "Don't worry though, they won't deflate when you milk them or anything, I've seen to that. They won't get all worn out looking or anything either. They will look nice." But what she was saying made me think of something.

"Well if they are just going to look like this, then I can just leave the milk there right? I mean, I don't have to squeeze it out do I?" I asked, looking down again at my big breasts. Even with all these new problems, they still looked really nice...

"Huh," Lilith said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you," She sounded ominous.

"Why not?"

"You tell me honey, I gave you those about six hours ago, how are they feeling right now?" she asked. I hadn't really noticed, but now that she was talking about it, I came to the realization that they...ached a little bit. Nothing too bad, just a little pressure. It had been the relief from that pressure that had given me that "release" I'd felt in the bathroom.

"Are they going to be sore if I leave them full?" I asked. I lifted one breast in my hand and jiggled it a bit. It felt heavy and ached more than it did before.

"Oh it will ache for awhile I would imagine. But you don't HAVE to do anything about it. If you don't express your milk, it will come out, eventually," she explained.

"You mean I will leak?" I asked.

"Just a bit," she said and I could hear her laughing at me. My face got red.

"Well what the Hell am I supposed to do with all this milk?" I asked, "drink it?"

"You could, it won't hurt you. Frankly I don't care. I only called to check and make sure everything turned out okay. Sounds like things are more or less what you wanted, so I am going to run. Very busy today," she said, suddenly sounding quite bored.

"What do you mean 'more or less' I already told you I didn't want them like this," I explained, more exasperated than ever.

"Hey Larissa, like I said, be careful what you wish for, you should've known that," she said, "If you hate them, use your second wish tonight to get rid of them. But give them a spin, you might like it." And then there was a click and the phone was dead in my hand.

For a moment I just stared into space. What in the fuck was I going to do? This was not normal. I felt a sudden increase in pressure and I looked down at my breasts. I still couldn't get over how good they looked, but I didn't know how I felt about the milk. This was so weird. I needed to really think about whether I wanted to get rid of my breasts with my second wish. What a waste though! I shook my head and felt and even greater pinch in my breasts.

"I can't ignore this, even if it is just today," I said to myself. No use worrying at this moment whether I was going to get rid of them. I had to take care of this now.

None of my bras fit me so I quickly slipped on a large t-shirt. Well, it had been large. With my new breasts, it seemed to fit perfectly, shaping over the round mounds of my breasts. I walked out into the hallway clothed now and saw that Wendy's door was closed. That was good. My breasts bounced lightly in my shirt (sending pressure through my body) as I walked to the kitchen.

When I got to the kitchen I started tearing through the drawers. Eventually, I found a large plastic cup that I got as a souvenir at a football game one time. It was huge, like a 36 ounce cup. I thought about taking it back to my room, but even as I turned to move I felt an intense pressure in my breast. I looked down and saw two little spots of liquid forming on my shirt. I was leaking!

I didn't have time to go back to my room. I threw my head around, checking to be absolutely positive that no one could see me, and then I quickly pulled my shirt up under my armpits so that my breasts were exposed. I could see two white drips, one on each nipple. They were growing larger, and then one drip slid down the rounded bottom of my breasts. It felt nice, the release in pressure. But I was going to make a mess, I needed to act quickly.

I set the big cup down on the kitchen counter. I then positioned my left breast over the opening and squeezed hard, much harder than I had earlier in the mirror. "Oh god!" I involuntarily moaned as a big, white jet of milk shot out of my breast and sloshed into the cup. The feeling had been incredibly intense. And pleasurable. I wondered if it was only because my breast had hurt so bad before. I carefully squeezed again and groaned with pleasure as my warm milk sloshed out of my body.

I couldn't deny the pleasure anymore. It wasn't just the feeling of a "release." It was actual satisfaction. And definitely sexual. As I squeezed my breast for a third time, I felt my knees go weak and I felt a tell-tale wetness growing between my legs. I bit my lip to prevent myself from moaning squeezed again, harder than ever. Despite my efforts, I heard a whirring noise in the back of my throat as I squeezed. Each time I squeezed my breast it felt like a tongue was wetly sliding across my clitoris (not that I really knew what that felt like, but what I imagined it felt like, when I flicked my wet finger across it). I had to lean heavily against the kitchen counter as I squeezed again. My breathing was shallow and I could feel every nerve in my body. I squeezed again, and again, and again. And each time, my toes curled harder, my breathing more labored, and senses more heightened. I squeezed again and...nothing.

My eyes shot quickly down to my left breast. I saw a single drip of milk still clinging to my nipple, but my breast no longer felt full. I looked down into the cup and saw about 12 ounces of liquid collected in the bottom. I felt the feeling of ecstasy quickly starting to ebb. My right breast was still aching, and I quickly positioned it over the lid of the cup and squeezed it.

"Holy fuck!" I moaned, but barely in words. It was more like a primal groan that sounded sort of like 'holy fuck.' If anything, the feeling was getting more intense rather than less. I threw my head back and allowed my body to take over as I squeezed my right breast again and again. Each squeeze sent a little spurt of milk into the cup and a big jolt of lightening through my body.

I could feel it building even after the first few squirts of milk from my right breast. I couldn't believe what I was feeling, but I'd masturbated too many times not know what it was. The more I squeezed the closer and closer I got. My whole body felt like it was vibrating and my fingers felt weak. I gave one last hard squeeze to my breast and felt the milk squirt hard out of my nipple.

"Oh my God!" I yelled loudly, not even caring if Wendy could hear me. The orgasm ripped through my body like none I'd ever felt before. Rather than glowing out slowly from my clitoris like most of orgasms, this one seemed to burst out of my chest and my pussy at the same time. Sensation, just absolute pure sensation, moved up and down my legs, my torso, and every other part of my body at the same time. Pleasure moved in every direction, making me disoriented and completely relaxed and somehow heightened at the same time. I couldn't hear, or taste, or feel, smell, or see anything outside of my body. It was just the absolute fullness of pleasure.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the orgasm slowly subsided and I found myself standing topless in my kitchen, a bit sheepish and confused. I spent a few minutes catching my breath and trying to understand what I was feeling. What had just happened? Was that going to happen every time I made milk? And what about my milk?

I looked down into the cup on the kitchen counter. The strangeness of my recent orgasm seemed less important. Now that it had passed and I'd had an opportunity to catch my breath, I was just much more curious about my new breasts and their strange properties. I looked at my breasts. They were a little red from my forceful squeezing but, like Lilith had promised, they still looked perky and full. They no longer ached.

The cup was clear (except for football logos splashed around it haphazardly) and I could see the bluish white liquid sitting inside of it. I swirled the glass around once. The milk sloshed around and it looked thinner than regular milk (although much thicker than water), maybe like skim milk. There was a lot of it, it was definitely around the 24 ounces that Lilith had suggested. I lifted the glass up to my nose and took a furtive sniff. I don't know what I was expecting, but it had a light, pleasant aroma. A little creamy and sweet smelling. It was actually kind of an appetizing smell. Suddenly, I had an overwhelming desire to see what it tasted like. I lifted the cup up towards my mouth and tilted it back...

"So I said...." I heard the front door bang open and heard Wendy's loud voice. I could tell from the sound that more than one person was entering my house. I felt white hot panic course through my body, seeming to follow the same sensory pathways the orgasm had just opened. I set the cup down on the counter and quickly scrambled to find my shirt. I found it and slipped it quickly over my head. I was just adjusting it to straighten out when Wendy walked into the kitchen.

"And so I was like..." she was saying to a crew of friends following in her wake. It looked like there was another girl and about four guys following her and they were drinking in everything she was saying. I realized that all of these people were in my house and I sort of shrank back against the refrigerator, trying to make myself small.

"Oh hey Larissa," she said sweetly when she noticed me standing in the kitchen, "You're finally up. I hope you don't mind, some people are over to watch the game," Suddenly all of the eyes in the house were focused on me. Despite the fact that I had my beautiful new breasts, I felt self-conscious. Maybe I felt more self-conscious. I crossed my arms in front of me tits and blushed.

"No, that's fine," I said. The boys sort of gave me a once over, I could feel their eyes on my breasts, and then marched into the living room to turn on the television.

"Oh, and this is my friend Gina," Wendy said, gesturing towards the only other girl, "She is my friend from back home. She is going to stay through the next week. Her college is off. I didn't think you'd mind."

"Hi, nice to meet you," Gina said, extending her hand. I uncoiled one of my hands from in front of my breasts and shook it. My heart was beating quickly and I felt that same social anxiety I'd always felt around Wendy's friends. Or any other people for that matter. Wasn't that I'd wanted breasts? It thought this would give me confidence. This was not working out like I thought.

"Nice to meet you too," I said all in one breath, blushing harder. I looked over Wendy's friend. She was very pretty as well, and it was clear they had been the cool, sexy kids in high school together. Gina was almost, but not quite, as tall as Wendy. She had incredibly long, dark, red hair and lightly freckled skin. She was wearing a bikini top and some cut-off jeans and her stomach was incredible! Not overly muscled, just perfectly toned and girly. Her legs were smooth and less freckled that her face. Her breasts were large, though not as large as my new breasts. She was gorgeous and comfortable, just like Wendy. I realized I'd been looking her over too long and blushed harder, looking down at my feet. Wendy seemed to sense my discomfort, and, like she usually did, she talked to cover it up.

"Oh my god, I am glad you have something out. I had too much to drink last night and I am still hung over. Need something to re-hydrate!" she said. And with that, she reached across my body towards the cup with my milk in it. I was about to warn her, of what exactly I don't know, but before I could, she whispered into my ear.

"Are you wearing a wonder bra or something? It looks fucking good!" and she gave me a wink. I was so flustered by that comment that I didn't even have the wherewithal to say anything about the milk. I just watched as Wendy brought the cup up to her lips. I could see a quickly flash of white liquid as it poured into her mouth. She took a big gulp and I watched her throat move as my milk slipped into her belly.

"Oh, I didn't expect milk!" she said, a little milk mustache on her upper lip. She licked it off slowly, "But that's good. Sweet. What is that, that vanilla flavored soy stuff? It's warm, I hear that stuff doesn't have to be refrigerated as much" I opened my mouth to speak, but then just closed it again.

"Oh I wanted to try that," Gina said. I watched, helplessly as Gina took the cup out of Wendy's hands and put it up to her own mouth. Once again, I watched as a girl drank my milk. My own mouth was dry, nervous. I needed to get away, be in my private room again, "Yeah, that is yummy."

"I am stealing this by the way," Wendy said, taking the milk back from Gina and taking a quick sip, "I know you drank my last Snapple. Now we are even."

"Hey, you ladies are going to miss kick off," one of the dudes said. When I looked over I saw he was looking at me. Rather than feeling flattered, like I always figured I would, I just felt more self-conscious.

"Coming," Wendy said, "You want to come watch? Should be a good game." I looked at all of the people in the room. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to want to say yes. But I couldn't. I just wanted to be away again.

"No I am... I have some stuff I need to do," I said. Wendy gave me a concerned look, I must've been acting strange, even for me. But she didn't say anything.

"Okay, well, if you get time later, come in," she said.

"Or just come in now!" the guy in the room said and one of the other guys laughed.

"Smooth bro," the other guy said. I couldn't take it anymore. I turned and quickly walked out of the room. I stopped just outside of the kitchen to catch my breath. What had just happened? I hadn't even had time to understand how I'd had an orgasm and then Wendy was there and all her friends. And I still froze just like I always froze, and Wendy and Gina drank my milk, and...

"You didn't tell me your roommate was hot," I heard the guy who'd been staring at me say. I felt the flattery now, but I knew if I was standing there next to him, I would be completely ashamed. I inched closer to the kitchen door, listened in to hear what they said.

"Don't be a perv," I heard Wendy respond. Then I heard another guy, I think it was Wendy's current boyfriend, speak.

"I don't even understand why your roommates with her. It's not like you guys are friends or anything. And she is so weird. Like a hermit or something. But yeah, she is pretty hot." I heard what sounded like the guy getting hit in the face with a pillow.

"You're an ass," She said, but didn't actually sound angry, "I don't know, I remember after freshman year and everyone was pairing off to get roommates the next year. All of my friends were total flakes, but I knew from some ice-breaking thing during orientation that her parents were loaded. I figured that I wouldn't have to worry about her missing payments. Like I would if Laura was my roommate." Well that answered one question I'd always had. Why did Wendy want to be my roommate? My parents had money. Well if I felt shitty before...

"That's cold!" one of the guys said.

"No, I mean I know that sounds terrible. I was a bitch maybe, but actually Larissa is incredibly sweet! I mean she is crazy shy for some reason, but I think knowing her now I would want her for a roommate even without the rich parents," she said. I guess that made me feel a little better.

"Whatever," another guys voice said, "I am going to grab a beer from the fridge, anyone want anything?" he asked. I figured that meant they were done talking about me behind my back. I slinked away from the kitchen door and then slumped back to my bedroom, defeated again.

* * * * *

I grabbed a quick shower while everyone was still in my house watching television, but other than that I spent the rest of the day huddled in my room, trying to sort everything out. First and perhaps most importantly, I still loved my breast. Regardless of any other concerns, I knew that there was no way I was going to get rid of them. Even while I lay on my back thinking about my day, I couldn't help but stare at them and touch them gently. I had decided I was going to stay in my room all day, topless and just enjoy it. So after my shower, I'd just put on a pair of tight cloth shorts and nothing else. And that is what I'd been doing until the sun went down and Wendy and all her friends went into the backyard drank beer.

Beyond just the way my new breast looked on me, I had to admit that the orgasm I'd had in the kitchen was the most powerful I'd ever had in my life. I guess all of my orgasms were pretty similar before that, considering I'd given them all to myself in pretty much the same way. But that didn't change how powerful it was. And the more I thought of it, the less I was annoyed with the milk. I mean it was a slight inconvenience, sure, but nothing with compared to how the breasts looked or how it felt when I was making the milk. And, I had to admit to myself, the milk aspect was a little sexy to me too. I produced something with my body, and, based on the way Gina and Wendy reacted, it tasted good. I don't know why, but that turned me on. Just the thought of them drinking it turned me on...

But thinking of them reminded me of the one negative of my breasts: they hadn't worked. There I was in the kitchen with big tits and apparently looking "hot" and I still froze. I was still just as "weird" as ever. I'd thought that breasts were some sort of magic bullet to cure my social anxiety and my crippling awkwardness. That just seemed so naïve now. And frustrating. And that was the feeling I felt most of all, just intense frustration deep inside of my stomach, worming away at me. And I noticed after a long while that, along with my unbearable frustration, my breasts we starting to hurt. For a moment I couldn't figure out what that meant, maybe big breasts were sensitive to anxiety. Then I remembered. It had been six hours. It was time to milk. And I thought of one of my all-time favorite ways to release frustration...

I looked around the room for a cup of for something else to catch my milk in. I knew from experience at this point that there was going to be a good deal of it. I saw a small cup that I used for water, but it was nowhere near big enough. In fact, the only thing I saw in the room that would be anywhere near large enough to hold 24 ounces of liquid was a jewelry box that my father got me one year. It didn't look to be watertight. I was running out of ideas. And my breasts were really starting to hurt.

I didn't want to get dressed and walk out to the kitchen. There was a clear view from the backyard into the kitchen. I didn't want Wendy or her friends to ask me to go outside. I shifted uneasily on the bed, wondering what I was going to do. As I shifted my new, large breasts moved in a way that I was not used to. They sort of rose up on my chest a little bit. I wasn't used to have breasts large enough to move that way. It sort of surprised me. And it also gave me an idea that sent a chill down my spine.

I scooted back on the bed so that my neck was leaned up against the headboard. This made my head sit up at a ninety degree angle from my body with my chin hard on my sternum. It was slightly uncomfortable, but now my large breasts were just a few inches from my face.

I thought about Gina and Wendy earlier, how they'd both taken a drink of my milk. There didn't seem to be an ill effects. Lilith said as much. And I remembered how it smelled. How close I'd come to tasting it before they came into the kitchen. My heart was beating quickly, I was excited. I reached down and took one of my breasts in my hand. I carefully tilted my breasts up so that my nipple was facing towards my mouth.

I guess that the pressure I placed on my breast from doing so was a little bit too much. I felt that same, intense release feeling I'd had before. And I giggled a little to myself as I felt a hot splash of warm liquid across my face. I could feel milk dribbling down my cheek and I could see a little drop of the stuff hanging from my nipple.

But now my nipple was just a few inches from my lips and in perfect position. It was a little more uncomfortable than I thought (my new breasts weren't THAT big), but in a few seconds I felt my warm lips gently wrap around my nipple. My body felt electric from the touch and I squirmed on the bed when I felt my tongue graze flirtingly across my areola. And I tasted the little drop of milk that had been dangling so gently from my new breast.

It was just the barest hint of a flavor. Sweet. Much sweeter than regular milk. It was actually even sweeter than the vanilla soymilk that Wendy had mistaken it for. It was warm, just as warm as my mouth, which I suppose was not surprising. It tasted vaguely of melon, it is hard to explain. It was thick and velvety and even the small drop seemed to spread out over my tongue, coating it in flavor. I felt my eyes widen as the sensation danced across my tongue. And even as I tasted it, I felt my nipple harden in my mouth. I don't know if was the feel of my hot tongue on my skin that did it, the taste of my own sweet milk, or if it was, as I suspect, a combination of both. And I wanted more of it.

I wrapped my lips tighter and sucked in, forming a vacuum with my mouth. And as I did so I felt that intense release feeling I'd had before, but so much more this time. The milk came out in a solid burst, so much more than even I'd gotten with my hardest squeeze earlier in the day. The first thing that I noticed was the smell filling my nose. It was almost fruity. Then I felt my cheeks begin to bulge with liquid and I tasted the flavor again. It was that super-sweet melon flavor from before, but overwhelming in the amount. It coated my entire tongue and I felt it slip down my throat cleanly. I moaned around my nipple and writhed on the bed. I sucked hard again and the milk sloshed into my mouth. Pleasure rippled through my body, reaching a small crescendo and then lilting again. I squealed and hoped no one outside could hear me.

I needed more. I decided to start sucking smoothly and consistently. I steadily started to pulled milk into my mouth, sucking at an even clip. The milk poured into my mouth and down my throat. More importantly, I felt the familiar tingling start to build up inside of me. I shook on the bed as I sucked my nipple and drank down my milk. I closed my eyes and tried to comprehend the enormity of the bizarre sensation I was experiencing and the pleasure of it. I sucked deeper and deeper and I tasted more and more and then...Nothing.

I sucked again and tasted nothing. The building sensation of my orgasm started to diminish. For a moment I was confused. I know that sounds silly, but I was so engrossed by what I was doing that I honestly did not understand what was happening. I pulled my breast out of my mouth and it glistened with my spit. But it was devoid of milk. I quickly realized what was happening and dropped my breast. My stomach felt slightly full of milk, I hadn't even realized it at first. But I ignored that feeling and I quickly grabbed my other one and shoved it into my mouth like a child grabbing a pacifier.

As soon as my hard nipple was in my mouth I started to suck it in the steady, level manner that I'd found so pleasurable with my other breast. And the tension inside of me started to rise against instantly. I could feel my tight shorts rub against my clit as I writhed on the bed. I suddenly realized that I was only using half of my assets!

While I held my breast up to my mouth with my left hand, my right hand quickly shot between my legs. My fingers wiggled underneath of the elastic band on my shorts. They glided over my smooth, waxed mons and across my labia. I felt the thick wetness of my dripping pussy. I dipped my fingers gently into my vagina, getting my fingers slick and wet. Then I slid back up and found my hard little clit. I squealed as soon as I touched it, sucking harder on my nipple.

But in a moment, I was working in a perfect rhythm. As my tongue flicked my nipple and my mouth sucked out my milk, my fingers skittered around my clitoris. The force of the feeling I'd had earlier in the kitchen when I'd milked myself the first time was not added to by my attention to my clitoris. It was multiplied. I could barely think as my body moved faster and faster and faster. My fingers flew and I sucked in milk so quickly that it overflowed my mouth and dripped down my cheeks and neck.

It felt almost like I'd been experiencing an orgasm the entire time. That is, until, the actual orgasm occurred. It started in my throat. I made a quavering, gurgling sound as the milked slid into my belly around a loud groan. From there, my body started to convulse as my eyes rolled back in my head. Then a powerful warmth built from my nipples and shot through my body down to my clitoris. And then everything was beautiful. It was beyond an orgasm, it was the experience of absolute bliss and pure feeling wrapped around my entire body. I felt beauty. I opened my mouth and gasped and my now empty breast fell from my mouth.

"Oh Christ!" I almost screamed as it reached its peak and started to subside.

"Wrong one!" a fierce and sultry voice came from the foot of my bed. For a moment I thought it was Wendy or Gina, but of course, I knew better. The bliss I'd felt instantly dropped and my skin felt tight. My hand flew from between my legs, almost dripping wet, and my eyes flew open. For a second I couldn't make sense of the world. Then I saw Lilith standing at the foot of my bed. She was leaning against the bottom of the bed with one hand and was twirling her tail seductively. She was staring at me intently, her eyes a fiery red.

"Shit!" I screamed and jumped in the bed. Lilith threw her head back and cackled. I pulled my legs up to my chest as Lilith started to walk slowly around the bed.

"I thought you made a lot of noise and crashed through the floor," I said softly. Despite the fact that Lilith was not...human, I was still intensely embarrassed that she'd seen me masturbating. And I was also a bit uneasy seeing her. The night before I hadn't really believed that I was really seeing anything. Now I knew she was legit. And that made her dangerous. And sexy. She slinked around the bed and sat down next to me. I could feel her heat as she grabbed my wrist.

"I can do whatever I want. I didn't see any need for theatrics tonight," she said disinterestedly. She lifted my right hand up to her face and smiled deviously as she sniffed my fingers. Her long tongue shot out of her mouth and wrapped, hot, around my fingers, sucking off the juice from my pussy. It felt strangely nice, but I was unnerved, I yanked my hand back. I grabbed around my knees in a sort of sitting fetal position. Lilith raised her eyebrows at me.

"I thought we were friends!" Lilith said and pouted out her lips.

"I don't know," I said.

"That hurts," she said, but didn't sound like she was hurt. She rolled over onto the bed so that she was lying next to me, "But I suppose you have a tendency to want something one day and hate it the next," she said. She then reached between my arms and pinched my breast lightly. It didn't hurt, but it didn't feel good either. I shifted and then looked at her.

"Stop," I said, barely above a whisper.

"Well, don't you want to get rid of your breasts? You seemed pretty sure about it this morning," she said, pinching me again.

"No, I uh... I changed my mind," I said.

"They sort of grew on you eh?" she said and then she laughed again, "I'm sorry, that was bad." But then she cackled again. She moved her hand away from her breast.

"I want to keep them, thank you," I said, feeling a bit more comfortable. She seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

"I could see you were enjoying them," she said and I blushed harder, "Don't worry, I am not the one who gets hung up about such things." She said, rolling her eyes to the sky. I felt embarrassed again, a sort of ridiculous feeling in this situation, but there it was. And I didn't really like references to God when I was selling a second third of my soul. I looked at the clock. It was only around 9:00 p.m., "Isn't it earlier tonight?" I was trying to change the subject. She looked at the clock as well.

"I have time now to grant a second wish," She said, "I didn't imagine that anytime would be bad for that. Why? Are you afraid your friends will hear? Don't worry, I am only seen when I want to be seen."

"They aren't my friends," I said, completely unable to cover the dejected sound in my voice. However, I was glad to hear they wouldn't be walking in see...whatever this was.

"Oh no?" Lilith said, looking like she was truly surprised, "You mean they didn't throw themselves at your feet and beg for your friendship when they saw your big new breasts?" It was clear she knew exactly what I'd been thinking and was not surprised that it failed.

"You know what happened, I can tell," I said, she smiled at me and then stood up off of the bed. I let go of my knees. Lilith started to pace back and forth in my room slowly, keeping her eyes on me.

'Well, tell me exactly what went wrong," she said. For a moment, I felt like evading her questions, but then I felt my shoulders slump.

"I thought that if I looked like I'd always wanted to look that my anxiety would take care of itself. But I was wrong," I said. Lilith kept pacing, when she was facing me she spoke.

"So what is it that you are lacking? What can I help you with?" she asked. And for a moment I thought about it. It was clear that I needed something internal. It wasn't my looks that were holding me back. It was something else.

"I don't know, I feel like I am socially awkward or that I say stupid things all the time," I said, shaking my head. Lilith paced until she was facing me again.

"Lots of people say stupid things all the time and just keep talking and making friends," she said. I looked at her strangely. I hadn't expected her to push back.She seemed to sense that.

"I want to make sure you make the correct wish, no confusion this time," she said. And I nodded, that was actually very nice. Then, I thought about what she said. About social awkwardness. She was right. And the problem wasn't so much that I said or did stupid things. It was that I was so nervous about doings something stupid or awkward, that I didn't even start.

"You're right though, that isn't it. It's like I need...confidence," I said. And Lilith nodded her head sagely.

"Confidence, courage, purpose," she said slowly and with each word I started nodding. She was prescribing exactly what I needed. She was saying all the things that I'd thought the breasts would give me indirectly, but saying them directly.

"Yeah, those things," I said. She stopped pacing and looked at me intently.

"Then say exactly what it is you want," she said, her eyes black as coal. I felt nervous and would have dropped my gaze from her eyes if I'd hadn't been too afraid to do so. Too afraid to be afraid, I needed something for sure. I needed more than just courage. I needed more than just boldness. I needed...

"I need balls, you know?" Finally finding the one word that I needed. Lilith's eyes suddenly burst into red flames and a strange smile crossed her face. Like she was pleasantly surprised with my answer. It felt good, like I was already being bold.

"Done!" she said. And, despite the fact that I should've seen it coming (Oh what I should've seen coming!) her tail whipped around again quickly, striking my head and knocking me out once more.

Chapter 3: Balls

I awoke on Sunday morning, slightly earlier than I had awoken the morning before. But once again I was groggy. I felt like I'd slept too long. I rubbed my eyes and shook my head. Unlike the previous morning, there was no haze. I remembered clearly everything that had happened the night before. I remembered Lilith and I remembered my second wish.

I just considered going to find Wendy or going out on the street and talking to someone. Just testing it. But I didn't know if I actually felt more... ballsy. I just felt like I always did. I wondered if I would have to be around other people to know. I pushed the blanket down to my waist and gave a happy glance down at my breasts. They were still lovely, even on the second day. And they ached again.

I'd really enjoyed the way my milk tasted the night before and I wanted to try it again, without having Lilith to spoil the ending. I smiled to myself as I hunkered back down into position with my neck against the headboard. I kind of liked that this would now be part of my morning routine.

I grabbed my breast and pulled my little pink nipple up to my lips. It was easier this time that the last time, I knew what I was doing. In a moment, my hard little nub was pressed up against my teeth. I felt a shiver run through my body and I closed my eyes. I started to suck on my nipple and instantly a thick stream of milk began to fill my mouth.

"So good!" I mouthed around my nipple, as I enjoyed the sweet taste of my body's bounty. And I felt that same tingling, orgasmic feeling running through me. I sucked long and steady, letting the milk drain down my throat, and feeling it coat my throat.

It was no less powerful than the day before and I could barely stand the slow pace I'd set for myself. I wanted to suck it all out quickly, and get lovely feeling. But I wanted to savor my flavor as well. Regardless, in a short couple of minutes I felt my first breast empty. I didn't even open my eyes. Before the sensation had a chance to subside, I quickly released my empty breast and positioned my other aching nipple against my lips. I barely missed a beat before another steady stream of hot liquid was gliding across my teeth.

Once again, I sucked slowly, gently, and steadily on my breast. The taste was even sweeter than before, like all of the sugar had settled to the last little bit. And by this time I was groaning loudly and writhing freely on the bed. I felt my heart beating faster and I needed some release.

It was while I was shifting on the bed that I noticed that my panties felt tight against my skin. I didn't know what was causing it. But I felt that somehow it was keeping me from cumming. I thought that maybe I'd twisted around too much and caused a bunch in my panties or something. While I was still sucking on my breast, I pulled back the covers on my bed and opened my eyes.

I looked down between my legs and immediately knit my brow. Sometime during the night I'd put my little pajama shorts back on. That wasn't strange. But what was strange was that there was a large bulge between my legs, like there was something stuffed down the front of my panties. I had no idea what it could be. I sucked in a little nervously, pulling some milk out of my breast. I jumped a little because, as I sucked, thing in my pants throbbed. And my body was still building in tension towards an orgasm. Maybe if I hadn't been so close, I wouldn't have kept going, I would have been more nervous.

But I was so close! It felt so amazing and my milk tasted so good. Regardless, I was curious. I reached down with my free hand and grabbed the hem of my shorts. I took one last suck on my breast, draining the last little bit of milk. And at the same time, I yanked down on my shorts. I felt the soft, enveloping warmth of an orgasm start to burst through my body and, at the same time, I looked down between my legs.

I was moaning from the orgasm, but it changed into a confused groan. Staring up from between my legs was a...cock! A hard, pulsing 6-inch, circumcised penis had popped out of my shorts and was looking me in the face. I made a gasping sound in surprise. At the same time, my orgasm built to a muscle-clenching crescendo and I felt an intense release of pressure, more wrenching than any I'd felt in my entire life. I grunted loudly and for a moment forgot about the confusing appendage between my legs.

But only for a moment. My eyes were closed now and I had opened my mouth to moan. While was doing so, I suddenly felt something hot and wet splashed against my eyes, nose, and across my open mouth. My eyes flew open and I saw big, white spurts of liquid shooting out of the penis attached to my body. I couldn't even move. But I could feel the... sperm? I could feel it pulling out of my body. I felt more splash against my breasts and against my stomach. I closed my mouth.

And I tasted it. I guess I hadn't really realized that whatever it was had gone into my mouth. It was just a few drops of liquid against the inside of my cheek. I'd never tasted cum before, never even thought about it. It was salty and tasted thick. It mixed strangely (but not unpleasantly) with the last sweet residue of milk in my mouth. I liked it. I felt that even as I was completely confused about what was going on.

Slowly, the sort of confusing haze of my orgasm subsided and I became more aware of my surroundings. But, as the sort of hazy confusion I always felt during an orgasm subsided, I realized that a more profound confusion was settling on me. I looked down at my body. There was thick white liquid all over my body. My big new breasts were covered in thick lines of the stuff. It was even thicker on my belly and there was even a pool of the stuff in my bellybutton! I felt a little sticky and I ran my finger tips through some of it. It was thick and sticky, but felt warm and kind of pleasant on my hands. I knew from watching porn that this was a lot of cum, more than I'd ever seen any guy unload in a movie. But I also knew that playing in the cum was just to prevent me from looking at the most confusing thing of all. But finally, I willed myself to act.

And I looked a little farther down and found the... penis. I mean, I was certain that's what it was. I had watched enough porn to know what a cock looked like. I just didn't know what it was doing on my body. For a moment, I thought that it was just sitting on my body, like laying across my pussy and not attached to me. I know that sound weird, and maybe even grosser than the truth, but I wasn't not in my right mind at the time. I pulled my fingers out of the little pool of cum in my belly button and slid them down my body to the tip of the cock. I pushed my finger against it. And jumped.

I could feel it. Just like the day before with my breasts, I had the strange sensation that I could feel not only the rapidly softening tip of the cock against my finger, I could also feel the finger against my cock! The cock was almost completely softened now and looked considerably smaller than when it was hard. I moved closer and pinched the tip of the cock and lifted it up. It hurt and I dropped it again and it slapped noisy against my lower stomach. I felt fear start to pulse through my body, almost a panic.

"What the Hell..." I started, then, I a stray idea passed through my mind. I reached down underneath the shaft of the cock. It was hot against my hand and in a moment I felt soft, doughy skin. And then I felt, "balls! God damn it, I should've..." I started, but suddenly my phone rang.

My eyes shot over to the cell phone sitting on the table next to my bed. I moved my hand away from the balls. My balls? I didn't want to think of that. Even as I reached over to the phone, I was still kicking myself, how could I be so stupid? Especially since I'd already gotten in trouble with the milk from my breast wish (even if that had turned out to be a pleasant surprise).

I was about to grab the phone when I realized my fingers were covered in sperm. I looked at the white liquid glistening on my fingers and realized I didn't want it on my phone. But I didn't really want to wipe it on my bed either. The phone kept right on ringing and I needed to do something. Without really thinking I plunged my fingers into my mouth and started to suck the liquid off of my fingers. Without the residue of milk in my mouth, it tasted much saltier and there was far more of it on my fingers than I'd tasted before. It had a tangy, earthy flavor to it that wasn't unpleasant. I tried to tell myself I didn't like it, then ignored my own lies and just grabbed the phone. 666, Lilith was calling again. I couldn't wait to lay into her, this was obviously not what I'd asked for.

"Hello, how're things at Yellowstone?" her sultry voice said. She always had a way of throwing me off.

"Yellowstone? What?"

"Old Faithful?" she asked, "Oh come on, that wasn't even a pop culture reference, I figured... never mind. I just thought I'd call up and see how the second wish worked out."

"Very fucking funny Lilith," I said, forgetting over the phone how terrified I was of her. She didn't sound angry, she just cackled wickedly into the phone.

"What's the problem?" she asked. I couldn't move on the bed, I was afraid that if I did, the cum would get everywhere. So I just had to lay there motionless and listen to Lilith mock me. I just closed my eyes to at least avoid looking at the cock.

"You knew when I said 'balls' I didn't mean this!" I shouted into the phone. For a moment there was silence on the line. But then she spoke.

"Hey, I am sorry," Lilith said, actually sounding apologetic, "I knew you said 'balls' but I figured when you said you wanted those that you'd want the shaft too. I mean, just a pair of balls hanging there would look kinda weird you know?"

"What?" I said and in a moment, what she was saying registered and I got angry, "No damn it, I mean I was talking about 'balls' in the metaphorical sense. Like, you know, courage and assertiveness and stuff. I didn't say I wanted testicles!"

"Do I have to play the game where I pretend I don't know what you are talking about?" Lilith asked, suddenly sounding very serious, "I told you before to be careful what you wish for. You said 'balls' and I delivered. The metaphor must come from somewhere, I mean when people say 'balls' in that sense, they are referring obliquely to testicles. They aren't talking about footballs." She was right, of course, I knew from experience that if I left her any space, she'd drive right through it, what did I expect now?

"Yeah, I know," I said defeated. She laughed, but not overly cruelly.

"Well at least you are getting smarter. Again you can always dump it tonight if you don't like it."

"Oh I don't. It is gone. This isn't like the breasts," I said, looking at my hard nipples, coated in white jizz.

"Hey don't say that just yet! I gave you a nice one, not humongous but big for someone your height (not to mention sex). Plus, you are a regular sperm factory if you're into that sort of thing," she said.

"What do you mean?" I asked warily.

"Come on, I know you've used it. That isn't a normal amount of cum, that was like eight ounces of sperm. I know you drank your milk, that is going to have a strange reaction with your cum. There is going to be a lot of it."

"Oh great," I said, not exactly excited.

"Some people are into that," she explained.

"I am not!" I said defiantly. I might have known it was all my fault, but it didn't make me any less angry.

"Like you don't like milky tits right?" she said over the phone. Well, she was right about that... before I had a chance to come up with a reply to her interjection, she spoke again, "Well, I think you need some time to get your house in order. I just wanted to check and see how things were going. I am your friend, after all." Lilith cackled again and then, in a moment, the phone went dead.

I set it back down on the counter and stared up at the ceiling for a second. This was completely insane. I mean, the changes the day before had been major, but it hadn't changed my identity in anyway. I was still a girl, just a girl with bigger tits. What was I now? I wasn't a boy, but was I girl? Was I a shemale? None of this made any sense.

The only thing I knew for sure was that I needed to get myself cleaned off. I looked back down at the mess that covered my body. I looked around the room with more time now, trying to find something close at hand that I could use to clean myself. But there was nothing. I knew that if I stood up, all of the cum would slide off of my body and made a mess all over my bed. I felt intensely frustrated, just another thing added to an already horrible day.

There really wasn't anything to do, except... "Well," I said to myself with a sigh, "I have already tasted it twice, it wasn't that bad." I knew the only place to clean it was into my mouth. I tried to tell myself that I wasn't curious and oddly excited. I mean, I'd tasted it twice and liked it. But I tried desperately to convince myself that that experience had satiated my curiosity and that eating the jizz now was just a necessity. But my heart was fluttering.

I started with my left breast. There was a large globule of sperm underneath of my nipple. I reached down with a hooked finger and scooped over my now hardened nipple. The sperm was cooler, but still warm from my body. My finger felt lovely against my nipple and I felt a shiver run though my body. I even felt (but ignored) a slight reaction in the penis. Hell, at that point I knew it, my penis.

I lifted the finger up to my face. The cum was sticky and glommed onto my finger steadfastly. It glistened on my finger where the sunlight hit it as it filtered through my blinds. It had a pearly look to it, not exactly as unappealing as it looked in the over-lit porno movies I watched on my computer. I brought it up to my nose and sniffed it once. It had a slight fragrance that I couldn't put my finger on, but was somehow familiar. Without any further hesitation, I plunged it into my mouth.

There was a lot more sperm on my finger this time that there had been before. It slithered around on my tongue, leaving a surprisingly potent flavor. I circled my tongue around the roof of my mouth, driving the flavor into my nose. I liked it. I had to admit, it didn't taste bad. I swallowed down the cum and then moved my finger back down my body to scoop some more. I forgot about what I was supposed to like and what I was not supposed to like and decided to just enjoy this. I just scooped cum onto my fingers and slide it into my mouth. Even while I was sloshing my sperm through my teeth, I was moving my finger back down to my body, finding more jizz. I scooped it out of my bellybutton, off my tits, and even off of the tip of my cock and scooped it into my mouth.

The smell and taste was so enticing, I couldn't explain it. And it was arousing. Despite my best efforts to ignore it, the more of my still-warm cum that I drank down, the harder my cock became. Soon it was standing out hard from my body. I had cum all over my lips and some had dripped slightly down my cheeks, but when I looked down at my body, it was glistening but clear of big globs of cum. I hadn't even realized how much I'd eaten. I'd been in such a frenzy. But now it was completely gone! My cock ached and part of me wanted to touch it. But as I swallowed down the last little, I suddenly felt sheepish. And sticky.

"I need a shower," I said out loud. With the excitement of finding the cock, having my first orgasm from it, and then...eating my sperm subsided I felt strangely numb. And I felt less connected to my cock that I had just a moment before while the taste and smell was still hot on me. After a moment's hesitation as I stood up from my bed and watched my hard dick wobble along with my big breasts, I decided I would just ignore my cock for the day. I had had my fun with it, but it was really, really not right for this thing to be attached to me. So I would just go through the motions of the rest of the day and then ask Lilith to get rid of it. That would be the end of the matter. Even coming to that decision made me feel better. I would look back on this and laugh. Then I would find a boyfriend, because I wanted to taste more of that stuff!

The only problem with that method of avoidance was, as I already noted, I had this big erect cock attached to my body. Despite the fact that I was no longer thinking about it, I was still erect. It felt the more I willed it to go down the harder it got. I grabbed my towel off of the back of my chair and wrapped it around my chest. Even with my new, big breasts to hold up the towel, I could still see a bump in the middle of the fabric where my cock was sticking up. I couldn't imagine what would happen if I bumped into Wendy or one of her friends in the hallway. I looked around my room and saw a basket with my television and iPod player remotes. I quickly grabbed it and held it in front of my crotch. Easier to explain why I was carrying a basket than why I had a tent in my midsection.

I opened the door to my room and peaked out. The house was quiet and I didn't see anyone. I quickly pranced the couple of yards from my room to the bathroom. I locked the door behind me and set down the basket. I let out a sigh of relief. I then removed my towel. I was about to jump into the shower, but I got a view of myself in the mirror: Long hair, pretty eyes, perky breasts, curvy hips, nice legs, and a big throbbing cock. I don't know why, but I suddenly thought that all of those pieces together looked kind of...good. It wasn't even like I'd asked myself if I looked okay, I just myself and thought, "That's kind of sexy." As soon as I realized I thought that, I felt my cheeks turn red and I jumped into the shower to avoid the mirror.

I took a quick shower and washed my hair. I didn't look down while I cleaned and I never cleaned my penis. I decided the water falling on it was clean enough. I just kept pretending like it wasn't there. In a few minutes I popped out of the shower. I consciously avoided looking in the mirror again, I didn't want to think I liked how I looked. But I wrapped the towel around myself and blow dried my hair. When I was done, I took one quick look down at the towel and was shocked to see that I still hard. Whatever, I could worry about that in my room. It was Sunday, so I could barricade myself in my room if I felt like it and not worry about class.

I unlocked the door and cracked it open. I listened to see if I could hear anything, but, once again, it was quiet. I quickly reached back to the sink and grabbed my basket. Then I opened the door and checked one more time. Once again, I felt very nervous and I walked on my tiptoes to my door. I felt my tits and my cock bouncing up and down as I walked and even though no one was present, I felt my cheeks turn red. But in a moment, I was inside of my room with the door closed.

"Whew," I said as soon as the door was closed behind me. I felt uncomfortable with the towel still wrapped around me, it felt so constraining against my cock and my nipples. So I quickly threw it on the floor. I then sat down on the bed with my arms stretched out behind my back. My knees were together and my cock and my balls were sitting up, still hard, staring me in the face. This was not getting any less weird...I heard a creaking sound and I felt a prickly feeling all over. I hadn't locked the door and it burst open.

"Hey Larissa, Gina is out and... What the fuck?" Wendy was standing in the doorway with her eyes popping out of her head. I desperately searched around for a pillow or something to cover myself but it was too late, she was already seeing me! I couldn't even think.

"Ah...ah...ah," was all I could manage to say while my mouth opened and closed like I was a beached fish. Wendy just stared for a long while, her eyes glassy and a confused look on her face. After a moment, she seemed to register what she was seeing. She looked around like she was afraid she was losing her mind. She spun around quickly and closed the door behind her. As she spun her yellow sundress flew up, and I felt an odd twinge when I saw her beautiful, long legs exposed. She turned around quickly again and ran towards me. Her eyes were wild and her face registered unmitigated disbelief.

"Larissa, what the fuck? Just what the fuck?" She asked, she seemed to be in complete shock. She was standing right in front of me now, staring down at my cock.

"I... I...," I started. What could I say? I didn't have a plan for this situation.

"I know that is not right," she said, "Like, I mean, this isn't your equipment. I've walked in on you enough times when you leave the door unlocked when your changing in the bathroom to know that you don't have a cock! I know you aren't... what? A shemale? What the hell is going on?" She said all of this without breathing and it was clear she was saying everything that came into her mind. I was too nervous to move, and too embarrassed that she'd walked in on me. She stopped talking after making a few more incoherent statements and looked at me.

"I...I...,"I started again, this was like a worst nightmare. You know that one when your crippling social anxiety is reinforced by the fact that your roommate walks in and sees your giant cock. Oh God!

"Is something wrong with you? Do we need to go to the doctor? Or...did you do this on purpose? Are you...transitioning into a man or something?"

"No, I..." I started, but she wasn't done talking.

"But why did you get breast implants?" she said, looking at my chest, "You have small breasts, those aren't yours. You weren't wearing a wonder bra yesterday! Holy shit. But, if you are becoming a man, why are you getting big fake boobs. They look real!" she said, chattering even faster. She was talking herself into a frenzy and I was feeling more and more nervous. I realized that in this situation, staying quiet was going to be worse than talking.

"Wendy!" I said, realizing that this wasn't getting us anywhere, "Stop."

"Oh," she said, shaking her head like she was coming out of a trance. Then she looked back down at my cock. But she stayed quiet.

"Yeah, uh... I can explain everything, you just need to chill out," I said. Wendy nodded wanly. I looked down at my cock. Well, it was the only part of my body that wasn't rubbery. Still hard as a rock, what the hell would get to this thing? Then I had to think. I promised I would answer Wendy's question. What was I going to tell her? I couldn't say I'd sold my soul to the devil for this. Even if she believed, she would want to know why I asked for it. The surgery angle had the same problem, plus she was right, my three new body parts didn't really mesh. I felt my chest getting tight and my palms were sweating. I felt totally...

"Sick," I said excitedly, then I felt self-conscious and coughed once, "It is a rare, congenital disease. It happens in only like 1 in 350,000 Caucasian female births. And the worst thing is, that like, you don't know if you have it until you are in your 20s. And you have to get gene analysis as a kid if you want to find out about it, but that is like totally expensive. I only know about it because I have a great aunt who had it. But when I got the gene analysis as a kid, it only showed that there was a fifty percent chance that I would get it, so I never told anyone about it because I was hoping it wouldn't happen. But recently you know, it happened." I'd never been able to produce such a steady stream of bullshit in my entire life. I had no idea if it even made any sense, I just started talking and that is what came out. I crossed my fingers.

For a few moments, Wendy just looked at me blankly. But then her eyes softened, "So it is like a...medical thing?" she asked. And I breathed a sigh of relief. Well, she seemed willing to buy that. And if someone has an embarrassing medical condition, they can count on their roommates to keep it quiet, right?

"Yes," I said, "It started just a couple of weeks ago. There are procedures to get it reversed, but sometimes they take awhile." I explained sagely. Wendy nodded, but her eyes stayed on my hard cock.

"I am sorry if I made you feel weird about it," She said, "it was just really shocking. I mean not shocking, that sounds bad, but like...surprising." She looked embarrassed, I decided to be magnanimous, put her in my debt.

"No, it is okay," I said, "believe me, I was shocked with it first started too," I said and we both laughed more than we should as the tension lessened in the room. Slowly and awkwardly she walked over and sat down next to me on the bed. My mouth went dry. I'd never been so close to someone when I was naked. My cock ached as I looked at Wendy. So statuesque, blonde, and beautiful. I'd always looked on Wendy as sort of a template, I admired her because I wanted to be her. But I felt a little different now, it was hard to explain...

"So I guess this explains some things," she said, I turned and looked into her beautiful green eyes.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Well, you know. You always seem a little, standoffish. Like you don't like to be around people. Some people think you're stuck up. I always just thought you were shy. I guess, you were just nervous because of your possible medical condition. And now it happened," she said. This sudden flood of information about me was very confusing. Why on Earth would people think I am stuck up?

"Stuck up?"

"You know, you are so pretty but you never talk to anyone and you seem to ignore guys," she said. And my mind whirled. This was maybe even more confusing than waking up with a dick! Was this really the image I projected to the world?

"It isn't like that..." I started.

"I know, you are just shy like I said. And I guess there was a reason for it," she said, and her eyes darted back to my cock. I blushed.

"Yeah, I guess so," I said. Sensing my unease, Wendy turned on the bed so she was sitting cross-legged facing me. I turned my head and looked at her.

"Listen, it doesn't matter though. You really shouldn't let this stuff bother you. People think what they think, don't get crippled by it."

"Whatever," I said, feeling more awkward than ever. So much for balls I guess.

"Larissa, come on, stop trying to push me away, I am trying to help," Wendy said sweetly, she was even smiling at me, but her word confused me, "Look, sometimes people ask me why I live you. I even talked to my friends about it yesterday. People are always like, 'you're close with Andrea, why do you live with Larissa, you don't even know her,' and I will always say something that makes sense. But...do you remember history 101 freshman year?" She asked. I felt like she was all over the place, I was confused. But I answered.

"Yes."

"So, like in the third week, the professor asked some question about the Roman Empire or something and he called on you. And you made some joke about toga's and orgies because you didn't know the answer. And only the professor laughed out loud. But I understood it too, and I giggled like crazy in the back of the room, it was just quiet. And you got all embarrassed and shy." I remembered that mortifying event with absolute clarity, "Well, I thought when you said that, 'this girl is clever, I like her,' and I went and talked to you later in the week. And you seemed so nice and sweet and everything. I wanted to get to know you, but you always seemed to be keeping me out. And eventually we moved in together, and I thought you were opening up, but you just seemed as like...anti-social as ever. But I guess I understand, you were pushing me away because you were embarrassed."

"Yes," I said, but I felt hollow. Had I so completely misread the situation? Who was keeping me 'anti-social' all this time? Me?

"But you don't need to be embarrassed," she said, "At least, not around me. Larissa, I've always wanted to be your friend. And friends help each other through tough times. Be my friend, let me help!" Everything she said swirled through my mind. A friend? Friends with Wendy?

"You want to be friends with me?" I asked finally. I saw face fall a bit, she looked sad. For the first time, she seemed to realize that I wasn't being even a little bit stuck up. I didn't think I deserved her friendship.

"Of course, why do you think we live together? Aren't we already friends?" she asked. She was giving me an opportunity to get out of my self-loathing. No ambiguity or uncertainty.

"Yeah, of course we are," I said, and I smiled and even felt tears forming in my eyes.

"I am glad I saw you like this," she said and I was shocked, she must've seen it, "I mean, not because I wanted you to be embarrassed. But I think you needed me to see you vulnerable, so you'd know I wouldn't hurt you when you were." And with that she leaned over, despite my nudity, and wrapped her arms around me. My friend Wendy held me close and I felt the tears falling down my cheeks now. Even though she didn't know the real reason behind my embarrassment and shyness over the years, it felt like she was speaking directly to those insecurities anyway. And when she held me in her arms in my bizarre nudity, it felt like a complete release from the constant uncertainty I always felt in social situations. It felt, perfect.

After a long while I stopped crying and she released me from her hug. We looked at each other nervously for a second and then laughed. "Well, I don't know about you, but I feel better," Wendy said and I felt like a weight was lifted off me as well.

"Yeah, thank you so much," I said.

"I didn't do anything," she responded, though we both knew she had reached out to me in my isolation and helped me, "But if you want to thank me anyway, you can let me...look at it." She said the last few works in a conspiratorial hiss. My eyes shot open and I looked back down at my still hard cock. A thin stream of clean, sticky looking liquid was formed on the top of it.

"What!?" I said, completely shocked that she'd want to be anywhere near it.

"Oh come on!" she giggled, "Like if things weren't the other way around that you wouldn't be curious!" I honestly don't know what I'd do in the opposite situation. "I won't hurt it or anything." She looked at me intently, it was clear she was very curious. I thought for a few more seconds. I didn't really want her to look, but I didn't want to say 'no' either. We'd just sort of had a breakthrough about being open in our relationship. I didn't want to screw that up now.

"Fine," I said, "Just, be careful, it is...sensitive," I said.

"Yay! And I told you, I am going to be super careful," she promised. She quickly hopped off the bed and turned so she was facing me. As she moved I smelled her perfume waft over me. I looked at the way her calves tensed as she walked and the way her breasts bounced. It was strange, I'd seen her in the same dress before, moving and it never seemed the same. I had always known she was beautiful, sexy even, but I'd never felt this sort of carnal longing I was feeling for her now. I looked down at my throbbing cock and wondered if it was having a bigger effect than I thought.

I shook my head and looked back at Wendy. Slowly she dropped down to her knees in front of me (I couldn't help but look at her cleavage as did so) and looked. She placed her hands on my knees and then turned her gaze to my eyes. She looked so damn sexy in that position, my cock twitched despite me. She didn't notice, thankfully. Or pretended she didn't.

"Will you spread your legs apart so I can see it?" she asked innocently. My heart was in my throat at this time and I know my chest was rising and falling faster than normal, "I mean not if you are uncomfortable, I just want to see."

"Okay," I said, barely above a whisper. Slowly I spread my legs wide apart. I also pulled my arms in, so that I was sitting on the bed, propped up by my elbows, looking down at Wendy. With my legs spread she carefully moved closer to me. She stopped when she was about two feet from my cock, but completely within the spread of my legs. For awhile, she just sort of gazed at it, tilting her head to one side, then another.

"It's so...girly!" she said.

"What? It's a dick and we both know it!" I said, absolutely incredulous at the first word that she had decided to call it. She giggled and looked up at me.

"No, I mean it is totally a dick. Don't get me wrong. But take it from someone who has seen more than her fair share of dicks: yours looks different." I looked down at it. All of my experience with penises came from blurry, grainy computer images. I had no idea if she was telling the truth.

"How so?" I asked.

"Okay, well look," she said pointing to it, "First there is the color. I mean, depending on a lot of factors, all guys cocks are going to be different shades, but they all fall into a range. But yours is off the charts. It is like a soft, pinkish color almost, like the color of your lips almost." I looked where she was pointing and I supposed she was right.

"I guess," I said, but she kept talking.

"And I know you must shave or wax, but that's a big difference too, your skin is all smooth, guys (except weirdos) don't do that. And yours is symmetrical, smooth (not lumpy) and doesn't tilt to one side. I don't know when you look at it, you can't help but know it belongs to a girl," she explained. I blushed and it felt like she was complimenting me on my looks or something, even though I knew she was just trying to make me feel better.

"Thanks," I said sheepishly and she smiled, then she leaned in farther, so that she was only a few inches from my cock. I could barely breathe. The only reason I didn't pass out was that I was looking so intently at her face, just inches from my naked body. The beautiful curve of her noise, her soft pink lips. For a moment, I thought about my new cock sliding between those lips, but then her hand moved and I shook out of my daydream before I could even consider what it meant. She pointed to my package.

"May I?" she said, indicating that she wanted to touch. I gulped once, completely unsure about what to do. But I was in too deep now, and my body wanted so badly to know what her hands would feel like on my cock. I needed it completely.

"Okay," I croaked.

"So this also," she said and she out and I felt her fingers against my balls. I bit my lip to keep from moaning. It was incredible. My cock was so sensitive and Wendy's hands so soft. I looked down at her, and she was looking intently at my balls, "See you balls are in this tight little, smooth package. Most guys had sort of a wrinkly pouch yours is more feminine." She said.

"Oh," I said, almost grunting. It was like she'd been so interested she hadn't really registered what she was doing until that moment. Then she realized that she was bouncing my robin's egg sized balls on the palm of her hand and blushed a little.

"Sorry, I got a little excited," she said.

"It's okay," I said, and then I couldn't control myself, "It feels good."

"It feels good?" she asked, surprised.

"Yes," I breathed. She kept her hands on my balls, in fact, she squeezed them gently and I writhed on the bed.

"Okay," she said conspiratorially, "Since you admitted that, is it okay if I admit something to you?" She was giving me a meaningful look, taking me into her confidences.

"Yes," I said, biting my lip again. My cock was almost vibrating with excitement, the little stream of thick, clear liquid rolled out of the tip and slid down my urethra. I saw it touch Wendy's finger and I felt weak.

"It smells sexy," she said and the, for the first time ever, I saw Wendy blush. I knew she wasn't fucking with me. She looked so sincere. Wendy had sniffed my cock, and she'd liked it. I was stunned into silence, "It is the least masculine thing of all. Not like a sweaty, salty smell like a man's. It actually, kind of, smells like a pussy. But different. I don't know, it is like... something." I noticed that Wendy's skin was flushed and I could feel her palms a bit wet on my balls. Was it possible that she was as turned on right now as I was? My nipples were now as hard as my cock and wondered what Wendy's looked like behind her sundress and bra.

"I am glad...you like it..." I said, almost surprised by how seductive and naughty my voice sounded. Wendy noted it too. She didn't seem to have even realized the ratcheting up of sexual tension and intimacy in the room. But suddenly, but of us were acutely aware of it now. And judging by the way she was look at me, she was okay with it.

"Have you ever... played with it?" she asked. Even as she was speaking, I felt her hand slide up my balls and then curl lightly around the base of my cock. She didn't move it then, she just let her hand rest on my ball sack and pretended like she wasn't doing anything.

"No," I said, "Not really." Which was the truth. She nodded and bit her lip. Her hand slid up my shaft, putting pressure on the urethra. Soon, just the little pink tip of my cock stood out from between her thumb and forefinger. She stopped there, holding my cock.

"I bet that would feel nice," she said, "Do you think an orgasm would feel the same from a cock as it would from a pussy?" she asked.

"I bet it would feel...similar," I said, knowing full well, at least from my experience, they felt that way. Different and similar at once. Wendy stroked my cock down again, her fingers tickling at my balls. This time, despite my best efforts, I let out a little bit of a moan.

"Have you ever wondered what a blowjob would feel like? Since you got this?" she asked pointedly. She was raising her eyebrows. I couldn't tell for sure, but it seemed like...like she was offering. We were both sort of controlled by our bodies at that point. Or maybe by natural (or unnatural) processes beyond our control. It felt so right to be talking about this, and acting like this.

"Well," I said, "Not until you said something right now," I lied. Wendy giggled when I spoke and her voice sound musical. I looked at her tongue while she laughed and wondered what it would feel like wrapped around the tip of my cock...

"I've given a lot of blowjobs in my day," Wendy said, "I know right? I was like, the slut at my high school senior year. But I got good grades so no one said anything. And I haven't slowed down here. Yeah, I've given a lot (been told I am good too) but have no idea what one would feel like. You are pretty lucky, you might get to feel something most girls never get to feel. Someday." She said. She wasn't exactly subtle, but both of us were feeling overheated now. Her grip released on my cock and she started to run her nails up and down its length slowly and softly. She acted as though it was absent minded. It was clear what she wanted. And that she wanted me to ask for it. Any hesitation I might normally have (if normally is a word that fits in this context) was completely overwhelmed by raw desire.

"You are good at it?" I asked, and groaned as her fingers swirled around the thick, syrupy liquid dripping slowing from the opening in my cock.

"I've been told by more than one person I am the best," she said. Slowly, she moved her finger away from the tip of my cock. She looked at me in the eye and then slowly dipped the damp finger into her mouth. She pulled it out and then slowly licked her lips. My eyes wanted to roll back in my head. I'd never been so turned on. My entire body felt electric, like I was really living for the first time.

"Well, I guess since I have this amazing opportunity, I shouldn't let it go to waste," I said and smiled at her, "And if I am going to get one, I might as well get one for the best."

"What are you saying?" Wendy asked. She leaned forward now. Her face was just a few inches from my excited cock. I could feel her hot breath against it.

"Wendy, will you suck my cock?" I asked. She didn't say anything more. I watched as she rose up on her knees and then opened her mouth. Quickly and skillfully her head sank down, and I watched as inch after inch of my new cock disappeared into my roommates welcoming mouth.

"Holy God Wendy!" I groaned the instant I could feel her throat close around my cock. My eyes rolled back in my head and I instinctively grasped my comforter. My breath came out ragged and I felt lightheaded. This was completely unlike anything I'd ever felt before. Her mouth was hot and warm and while it was only wrapped around my cock, it felt like she was engulfing my entire body. Her mouth felt pillowy and velvety smooth and her tongue swirled around the tip of my cock and pressed my urethra in a way that made it hard not to squirm.

I opened my eyes again and looked down at Wendy perched between my legs. I watched as her beautiful blonde head bounced up and down on my hard cock. Her eyes were closed and I could hear her breathing deeply through her nose. I loved the way her thick lips looked as my now glistening prick slid in and out of her mouth. I could see her saliva dripping down the corners of her lips. I looked down farther and I could see that her nipples were pushing hard against the top of her sundress. She looked like a woman possessed, like she'd never been more aroused in her entire life.

She had hiked her dress up around her waist almost and I could see her pink panties. The outline of her pussy lips was clear through the fabric and the material clung wetly to them. But she wasn't touching her pussy. One hand was grasped around the base of my cock. As she plunged my hard shaft deeper into her mouth, I felt her lips press up against her hand.

And her other hand... oh my God! For a moment, I hadn't realized where it was, but suddenly I felt a gentle feeling on my balls. I bit my lip and looked to the side as best I could. I could see her other hand underneath of my cock, gently rolling my balls around on her soft fingers. For a long while, I just enjoyed these constant motions. Eventually, her hands on my balls got more insistent. Eventually, one of her fingers even strayed slightly, grazing my anus with her nail. It felt amazing.

It felt so good, in fact, that I jumped a little bit, driving my cock hard into Wendy's throat. Her eyes opened and she looked up at me. She must've thought I was signaling because she smiled deviously around my cock. Then she moved both hands so that they were on my knees. Now her hand wasn't on the base of my cock to block her lips and she slowly lowered herself down onto my cock. I watched as her arms bent and my wet shaft slid deeper and deeper into her throat. Finally, I felt her gag around my dick and saw her chin press against my scrotum and her nose press into my belly. Her whole throat closed around me and I saw her eyes watering while she continued to look at me.

Then, she slowly reversed course, sliding my cock out of her mouth. When she finally reached the tip I saw big globs of her thick, choking spit spilling out of her lips and down my shaft. She looked at me once, then closed her eyes. I heard a dirty, slurping sounded and I felt her now cooling saliva slide up my cock and back into her mouth! I groaned, it felt too amazing. Her lips were still wrapped around the throbbing tip of my dick and now her salty spit swished around the tip while I felt her tongue probe my hole, sucking out the little bit of pre-cum as I made it.

I couldn't sit still any longer. I kept my hands grasped firmly to the bedspread but my hips had a mind of their own. I started to thrust them up in time to Wendy's tongue. Wendy stopped moving, just keeping her hands on my knees. Her nail dug into my skin. I moaned loudly at the pleasure of the pain. And then, I started to move my hips faster and faster. I watched as my cock pounded in and out of Wendy's unmoving mouth. She started and me, beckoning me to continue to fuck her mouth.

Her tongue still felt hot and welcoming against my cock and the feeling of driving it into her mouth was amazing. The thick saliva from when she'd gagged was still in her cheeks and it rolled down out of the corners of her mouth as I fucked it. I wasn't even thinking now, my body was just acting. I could feel the tension building inside of me, I knew that I was about to experience something. I couldn't stop moving. I knew that I was winded but couldn't feel it. And I heard myself moaning louder and louder as I fucked Wendy's face harder and harder. Then, I heard Wendy groan loudly around my cock.

For some reason, that sound pushed me absolutely over the edge, "Holy shit!" I moaned loudly and then I felt the dam burst. I thrust my hips up twice more and then sank down onto the bed. My mind reeled and I felt an intense warming sensation emanate out of my body, starting from my cock and rocketing around to every nerve I had. I felt like the separation between myself and the world had ceased to exist and that I'd melted into the harmonious whole of the universe.

And, more than anything else, I felt a release of pressure. I felt something pour out of my body. I opened my eyes and saw big, hot strings of thick white cum spewing out of my cock. It was so thick and my little hole so small that it came out with real pressure. I could sort of feel it whisking through my urethra. It pulled so hard I actually felt a tingling at my anus, like it was pulling all of my muscles in my lower body.

More importantly, I looked up and saw where it was landing. Wendy's mouth was no, since I'd sunk down, just a few inches from my cock. I saw the thick white liquid spray against her lips, her nose, and even against her eyes. I watched it drip back down off of her and onto my legs. Wendy seemed slightly surprised by how much there was and froze for a moment and let two big loads hit her in this way. But then she seemed to realize what was happening and quickly, her mouth dropped back down on top of my dick. I could still feel the liquid pouring out of my body, but now it was depositing directly into Wendy's mouth. I watched for a moment as her cheeks bulged with the stuff.

But by then, the orgasm was starting to subside. It was by far the best I'd ever had and my first with another person. I felt so unbelievably relaxed and content that I just sort of flopped backwards onto the bed. I finally felt the last little bits of my sperm dribble into Wendy's mouth and I felt my cock pop out of her mouth and into the cool air. My cock felt insanely sensitive and I felt like I needed to stretch out. I pulled myself backwards onto my bed so that I was lying on my back on my pillows. My cock was still hard, but looked red and glistened.

Wendy was still kneeling at the foot of the bed. There was a mischievous look in her eye and her face looked more beautiful that I'd ever seen it before. She still had that classic, girl-next-door look to her, but now it was heightened by a sense of alien naughtiness. Her face was still covered in her spit and my sperm and, in fact, a little of my sperm was dripping out of the middle of her lips. Her cheeks were bulging, but as soon as she saw that I was watching she sexily swallowed some of it down. I watched her throat move as my cum worked its way down her throat and into her hungry stomach.

Wendy didn't speak, but she was looking at me like she wanted more. I looked down at my cock. The sensitivity was already waning and it had never really softened. Would it ever? Wendy seemed to see me looking and must've read my mind. Now she got up off of her knees and stood up at the foot of my bed. Her cum-soaked tongue poked out of her mouth and left a thin strip of white liquid as she wiped her tongue seductively across her lips.

"Oh thank you Lilith, you really have changed my life!" I cried. For just a shadow of a second, she returned my hug. Then she quickly pushed me away.

"Don't make me change my mind. Keep that hard edge, I like that on you better," she said coldly, but I could see some warmth in her eyes.

"Okay, you're right," I said. I back away. Lilith stood in my room and looked around briefly.

"Hey Larissa," she said, her voice sounding softer almost like...my voice!

"Yes..." I said warily.

"I finally did get my wish," she said, "go live your life." And then she disappeared. I looked around the room. It was like she'd never been there. Except, of course, for my big tits and my cock. And my friends. I shook my head for a second, trying to understand everything that happened. But then I decided to get out of my head, no need to understand everything.

I looked at the clock. I was late for that "talk" with my friends. I cackled (in a nice way) to myself, slipped my robe back on, and headed out to find them.

The End.

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