Quest for Cock Chapter 2: A Wolfe in the Headlights

The dreams I slumbered within was mindboggling, to say the least. The only things I could remember was that everything was vividly blurred, and I couldn’t stop hearing the echoes of whispers cascade around me.

It felt like I was asleep for just a few minutes, but when my eyes finally opened, the rays of the early morning sunlight beamed the empty room awake.

I groaned and immediately, everything began to come back to me as I realized my voice was.. different. I went to move my arms, but unfortunately, they were still tied to the bedframe from last night!

“F-fuck..” I managed to choke out. My voice felt scratchy, and it sounded.. it sounded way higher pitched than normal, but it was still a normal voice. Just.. feminine.

I felt my heart begin to race and the blood in my face boil as last night continued to play in my mind. The pumping in my veins was almost deafening as I struggled at the ties, which seemed to be loosening with every tug.

My body ached all over, and there were still remnants of that tingling fiery sensation I felt last night. Now; however, it was aimed more towards my sides, hips, and hands. Fortunately, it seemed to be quickly subsiding.

I groaned and grunted with each tug of the rope as the ache cuddled and squeezed my muscles with every tug. Eventually, my hands managed to slip out of the knot. I immediately sat up and inspected my hands and wrists – they seemed smaller.

In-fact, everything seemed just a bit smaller. My entire body felt way off. My hands weren’t the same as they were yesterday – they had gotten smaller, and more feminine. I quickly put two and two together and realized that fiery sensation I’ve been experiencing all along was to blame.

I knew something was different about her! I should’ve trusted my gut, but.. I couldn’t help myself. That…thing did something to me last night. She changed me!

I pushed myself off the bed with a groan. As I went to stood up, I immediately fell down.

“Agh- damn it..” I grudged as I plopped down. Everything was so.. different. I even felt like I had gotten shorter.

I began to look around the room, and to my horror, I spotted a mirror that reflected back at me. Except- it wasn’t me.

I was staring at the reflection of a girl I had never seen before. I crawled towards the mirror and put a hand on it as I stared at myself.

My hair was the same color – black – but it was way longer, and it felt smooth as I ran my free hand through it. I stared at my face and touched it – it felt normal, but my face had somehow morphed. If not for the horror pounding in my head, I would’ve thought that I looked beautiful. Even my eye color had changed – from a dark blue to a deep purple. It was strange, considering I had never seen anyone with naturally purple eyes. I guess my situation isn’t so natural, though.

I sat on my knees and glanced further down to inspect the rest of my body. To no surprise, I still had breasts from last night. Where my dick used to be instead, was a…

I gulped as my heart skipped a beat. I stared at myself and my vagina, the horror pounding at my brain faded away as the headache receded. A new, but different feeling began to stir as I couldn’t take my eyes off of it.

The lips were quite puffy and did a decent job of hiding everything inside. The clit; however, was just a bit bigger than average and just about poked out from beneath the hood. A majority of it was still hidden behind the lips, though.

My breasts weren’t very big – they were actually pretty small – barely even an A cup; however, touching them sent these almost electric waves down my body and between my legs. My nipples were more sensitive than ever before, and as I traced around and pinched at them with my fingers, I began to feel almost an itch build up deep within me. As my nipples hardened and expanded outwards, I could feel the itch build higher and higher and I began to feel a wetness trickle down my leg.

I couldn’t help but notice the rest of my body, either. There were so many differences, yet, it all felt strangely familiar. My abdomen was toned in a way that my abs weren’t visible anymore, but it seemed smoother. Sexy. Not a hair on my body except on my head. My sides were slightly closer together, leaving my body looking pretty curvy which had complimented my breasts and hips beautifully. My hips and ass were a bit bigger, too. Even my thighs and calves seemed to have gotten smoother, curvier, and softer to the touch.

I silently moaned as I stared and prodded at myself, awestruck in the situation I was in. One side of me couldn’t help but to experience something so new. Something so different. Everything felt different, but… really good.

The other side of me… was temporarily forgotten about as my devious desires steadily took over me. The curiosity within me couldn’t stop my hand from exploring something so new.

As my hand traced further down over my breasts, down my belly, and over my mound, a deep lust-fueled hunger rose from deep within me. I could feel almost a heartbeat begin to form between my legs as my clit began to hungrily pulsate. I could feel a strange surge of blood flow to my groin – as if expecting to get an erection – but the only thing I felt was reminiscent of that of a phantom limb.

My fingers eventually reached the hood and lips, and as they did, I felt a deep electrical spark course throughout my body as the sensitivity of the entire area was immaculate. Even the gentle breeze of the empty room felt exceedingly good down there.

The most surprising detail my finger detected was how wet I had gotten. I wasn’t sure if it was normal for anyone to be this wet, but as I looked, I realized that a small puddle of my own juices had begun to form beneath me.

The most interesting thing about it all is how different and new it all felt to me. Originally, when I was horny, I felt full of a deep urge to release. Now? I feel this empty scratch that could only be fixed by feeling full.

I continued to explore with my fingers, eventually sending a sudden shudder throughout my body as my fingers found my clit.

“Oh-“ I sharply gasped, surprised at how good it felt.

I sat my finger on top of my clit for a few moments – taking in the wavering pleasure that plateaued in my nether regions. Initially, my mind wanted me to stroke a cock as the feeling of a phantom limb still resided.

I began to gently rub at it, and despite how gentle I was, it still seemed I was pressing too hard. The intense sensitivity sent my hips rocking about and forced me to moan as I couldn’t seem to rub it for too long at a time. It was almost as if the phantom limb was adding onto my pleasure; the inability to stroke – and instead having to rub – felt incredibly strange, but good. While having to adjust the way I masturbate was awkward, the way my hands tried to learn their new pathways in the mirror had made the heartbeat between my legs beat harder. The pleasure was just so intense from just touching it. The only thing I could compare this feeling to was back when I had a penis – the tip would be too sensitive to touch after cumming – except, this felt better by tenfold! The immaculate pleasure I experienced as I continued to rub against my clit began to feel piercing as a different feeling approached me.

Something deep within me was building up, and it was building up quickly!

I tried propping myself up in a way that I could get a better angle; however, my legs felt like noodles. They were shaking too much from the constant pleasure – it made the simple task of moving mostly unfeasible.

As I continued to rub against my clit, bearing with the sensitivity, I began to rub faster and faster despite the pleasure feeling as if it were plateauing. A deep desire buried within me wanted to stroke myself so badly in order to fulfil the release I was searching for.

A few moments pass and I realize what I need to finally push me over the edge. I stopped clutching at my small breasts with my left hand, while my right hand had its own mind and kept going at my clit.

Eventually, I managed to sit up in a way that allowed me to move my hand beneath my ass which opened up an easier passage to my slit. I felt around for a few moments before finding my mark, and with only one finger, I gently began to slide it inside of myself.

Initially, it didn’t feel like much, but as the first knuckle went deeper, I definitely began to feel the pleasure. It was much more sensitive than last night was. As my finger went deeper and deeper, my back arched more and more. The feeling of my own tight vagina around my finger was almost enough to send me over the edge – the wet walls felt so smooth as they hugged my finger warmly.

With my fingers about 2/3rds of the way in, I began to gently move it around in a scratching motion. With each scratch sent a deep pulse of ecstasy coursing deeper into my vagina, and up to my tits. In combination with the motion, I began to properly fuck myself. I thrusted my left index finger in and out. Each thrust scratched the desire to be full – but it almost wasn’t enough.

As I thrusted faster and deeper with my left hand, my right hand began to rub against my clit in unison.

With each thrust sent my finger deeper, and I quickly began to feel my climax approaching again. Eventually, I began to squeeze both my index and middle finger in. The size difference was strangely painful, but not bad. Almost immediately; however, the pain disappeared as the pleasure from my vaginal walls squeezing around my fingers

As my fingers delved deeper, they finally touched something hard at the end. I could only imagine it was my cervix, and despite it being somewhat painful to touch, it felt amazing!

Just a few more thrusts deep within me was enough to send me over the edge.