I took off my tee shirt. I had grown a perfect pair of DD breasts. They were pretty amazing, and in full view of the crowd. Jack was standing behind me, cupping them and kissing my neck. I felt his cock up against my ass. I got down on my knees, put my face on the turf and offered him my ass. Jack obliged and soon I felt the head of his cock up against my asshole. I wanted to get butt fucked so badly and I wanted to humiliate Jack. This was exactly what I needed. The head of Jack’s cock slipped into my asshole, followed by his shaft. The head of his cock began tapping on my prostate. My tiny little dick began dripping with precum. I could have came right then and there, but I tried to hold back. I wanted to feel Jack’s dick pumping my ass full of cum. I reached between my legs and grabbed Jack’s balls. They were pretty small at this point. Not as small as mine, but they were definitely getting Squinked. I gave him a hard squeeze and that was all Jack needed. I felt a throbbing in Jack’s tool, and a warmth spreading inside my ass. My tiny dick began to shoot cum on the ground just from the sensations in my ass. Again, the orgasm was all consuming and more intense than anything I had experienced.
I was still cumming when I felt hands picking me up and covering me with a towel. The teachers finally got here and pulled Jack of me. I had come to my senses before Jack fucked me in the ass, but I kept the glassy look on my face, to make it appear I was still totally drugged. I wanted these bastards to pay for what they did to me.
I looked over to see what was happening to Jack. Jack’s cock was slowly shrinking and I could see his breasts starting to blossom. His head was starting to clear. It was starting to dawn on him what happened and what he had done. He was already trying to tell everyone that I had Squinked him, that he was the victim, I was a faggot, etc. Whatever dick, your stupid friends took video of the whole thing. The truth came out the next day. The whole bunch was prosecuted for sexual assault. My little ruse at the end of my rape was never uncovered.
After I got home and after my parents got the story from the school, and after they consoled me, and after everything when I was finally alone in my room, I stripped down and got a good look at myself. I was beautiful. My body hair was completely gone and my tits were gorgeous. Other than my shriveled manhood, I looked like a sexy curvy girl. The fat on my body had shifted to my hips, ass and breasts, adding to their appeal. Even my tiny cock and balls were somehow kinda sexy. As I gazed upon myself in the mirror, my tiny chubby stiffened quickly, and my hand went to work. I came quickly, intensely and often. I counted 17 orgasms before my dick was too sore to touch. Each orgasm was the super intense and long lasting. This wasn’t so bad after all.

Straight sex, as promised


Chapter 2
The next morning, my mom took me to the doctor. The doc said that with this stuff the best thing to do is to just let it run its course. He said that the changes would remain for about 72 hours, and then I would slowly start changing back to normal. He assured my mom that in a week or so I should be back to my old self with no lasting side effects. I went back home, and mom went to work. Left alone in the house, I was free to just surf for porn and explore my new, if temporary, sexuality. My balls were shriveled up, but I was so damn horny. Pictures of men and women turned me on. I enjoyed a few orgasms. It was almost worth it to trade a few inches of my cock for big tits and the ability to orgasm almost as often as I wanted. On top of it all, these orgasms were more intense than the ones I had had before my transformation. I was loving this.
Around 3, the bell rang. I put away my stubby little pud and answered the door. It was Marcy. She came by with my schoolwork from the day. I always had a crush on Marcy. She wasn’t the most beautiful girl in school, but she was cute and I genuinely liked her. She had a short bob of black hair, shy blue eyes behind librarian glasses, and full pouty lips. She had nice C cup breasts, a bit of a fluffy tummy, and creamy, giggly thighs that she was very self conscious of, but I loved. Her ass was a bit large, but nicely curved. I have always dreamed of grabbing it. She didn’t seem to understand the whole fashion thing. Her outfits never seemed to compliment her figure well, but I saw her beauty through whatever she wore. Today she had on a tight pair of jeans and huge concert tee shirt of some kind. I couldn’t read it because she wore a black vest over her tee shirt.
“Huh? Oh my God…”, I could see tears welling in her eyes. “you know they arrested those assholes don’t you?”
“Yeah, I saw it on Facebook.” Marcy couldn’t stop looking at me. After an awkward 5 seconds of silently eyeing me up and down she reached her verdict.
“Jesus your tits are huge.” We both laughed with embarrassment. Then Marcy hugged me. “I’m so sorry they did this to you. If you ever want to talk about it—“ The feeling of my breasts up against hers was strange and kinda nice.
“I’m ok. It’s not so bad.”
“Did it like …”, she vaguely gestured in the direction of my groin.
“Oh yeah.”
“Wow, that’s awful! Those dicks should pay for what they did to you.”
“It’s ok, really.” I invited her in. We sat down and got down to business.
I wanted to ask her out freshman year but I didn’t have the guts. I did what most nerds did, I tried being her friend. It never works. Now that I’m a junior, I can see that she’s never going to be anything but a friend to me.
She was rambling on and on about today’s math lesson and what we did in science class and the honor’s English assignment. All I could think about was her sweet body. I could still smell her hair from when we hugged. I’ve been longing for her for two and a half years. I can’t take this anymore. Aw, she made a handwritten copy of her notes for me. I don’t know if it was the influence of the Squink or what but I finally did it. I moved closer to Marcy, gently held the back of her head and kissed her. Marcy’s eyes softened. She pulled me in for another kiss.
“Marcy, I’ve wanted to do that since the day we met.”
“Me too! Oh Bill,” Marcy’s eyes were filling up with tears again. She grabbed me and kissed me again, this time slipping her tongue in my mouth. I could feel my little dick stiffening in my pants. “When are your parents coming home?”
“We have three hours.” Marcy got a devilish smile.
“I’m yours baby. Let’s make up for lost time.” She took me by the hand and led me to my bedroom. She closed the door, and took off my tee shirt. “Can I touch them?”
“Sure, please do.” Marcy confessed to me last year that she had a thing for girls. She eagerly cupped my breasts and placed a nipple in her mouth. My tiny cock throbbed with excitement. “Your turn.” Marcy held up her arms, inviting me to remove her tee shirt. I obliged her, and then fumbled with her bra. I managed to remove it and free Marcy’s beautiful tits. I placed a nipple into my mouth and gently sucked and teased with my tongue. Marcy cooed and stroked the back of my head.
We ditched the rest of our clothes and jumped into my bed. Both of us were virgins, although I did take it up the ass last night. I’ve never been with a woman before. Marcy had never been with a man before, although she did tell me about an encounter she had a summer camp with another female counselor. They made out and touched each other, but nothing more. We were a couple of amateurs, but it was ok.
Marcy took my hand and guided it to her pussy. My heart was pounding. I had never touched a woman here before. It was warm, damp and musky. She gently showed me how to pleasure her clit. Soon she was cooing and softly moaning. I knew she was close when she grabbed my arm and dug in her nails. Marcy didn’t make much noise when she came. She just started shuddering and bucking her hips. When she stopped the gazed into my eyes and kissed me. Without saying a word, she pushed me onto my back and straddled me. She grabbed my cock and started guiding it toward her pussy.
“Wait, Marcy I … want to wait until everything grows back. It’s so tiny—“
“You deserve to feel pleasure, and I want you to be my first, as you are, right now.” I didn’t really want to do this, but before I could object further she slipped my tiny cock into her pussy. Marcy’s warm womanhood embraced my dick. My fears melted away. I grabbed her hips and pushed up into her. I gave her what pleasure I could with my squinked cock. Marcy reached down and supported her weight on my tits. I was quickly close to orgasm when suddenly something occurred to me.
“Wait, we need a condom!”
“No we don’t. Squink sterilizes you for two weeks.” She looked into my frantic eyes. “I want you to fill me.” Right on que, I exploded inside of Marcy. She closed her eyes and smiled. I remembered what it felt like to have Jack cum inside of me. She was feeling warmth spreading inside of her. She didn’t cum, but she clearly enjoyed it.
We decided to shower all the sex ick off of us, and then got it on in the shower again—twice. We toweled off, and then traded blow jobs. We were sure making up for lost time. It was getting close to dinner time. We got our clothes on and cleaned up all evidence of our encounter. When my mom got home, she knew something was up, but she couldn’t prove anything. She lectured me about having girls over when nobody was home. Yeah, whatever. I got so laid, and you can’t take that away from me.
Marcy and I fell in love and stayed together for the rest of high school. After my body returned to normal, we fucked again. She definitely enjoyed it more with my real dick. When it came time to go to college, we were forced to break up. We couldn’t maintain the long distance relationship, but we made a pact. Every winter break and every summer that we were back home. If we weren’t involved with other people, we would get together again—and we did many times.
I never stopped thinking about using Squink again. I had come close, but I was never quite able to have the same mind blowing orgasms with my regular cock, and I only wanted to cum 1 or 2 times a day. On Squink I came and came and came again. It really was an amazing experience. I didn’t get the chance to try it again until years later. This time it would be on my terms.

MOAR

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