The Gift (TG TF Feminization) Pt. 02

IV.

The bulge in my wife's pants thrust outward again, pitching a growing tent in her plaid, flannel, pajama pants.

We had bought matching pajamas for Christmas.

It was her idea.

My wife moaned and spoke plainly, enunciating each world through her teeth.

"Oh god, Eddie, you're making me so hard.

Oh. Fuck.

It was too much.

'Oh god, Eddie, you're making me so hard.' It rang in my ears as I moaned out, my baritone voice suddenly stripped of bass. It pushed me over the edge.

My cock seized.

The head of my cock -- which was throbbing and poking out high over the surface of the water -- hopped in place and fired its first volley. My wife's head turned at once to follow the path of my first shot of come, her ponytail swinging behind her head, the tent in her pants shifting back and forth where she stood.

We both watched its forward trajectory.

Somewhere inside of me I had wanted deeply to make my wife come first, an expectation I held of most sexual encounters, and one that perhaps made me feel in control, and one that, in this instance, would absolve me of looking too eager to become a female. But control had given way to reflex in an instant at her exclamation, and I was coming first -- all because my wife was growing a huge cock.

Even lost in reflex, it made me blush.

There was an ever-rising tenor in my gasps as my cock fired shot after shot of come from the steaming water of the bath. I longed for release; my balls were overfilled from the morning's proceedings. I had been dripping all morning, the only form of release my body could provide until reflex was sparked.

Two pretty pink pills, popped and powdered over my piping-hot pancakes. A provocative plan for a perfect pink pussy. Ingested and enjoyed. Working in silence as we opened gifts. Could it have simply been my wife's words and steady hand that had made me drip so? Or was my body already growing more feminine, turned on, and responding, trying to make me wet and ready for what was growing for me in my wife's flannel Christmas pjs?

She watched me with a smile. Watching me come. Watching me with knowing as I demonstrated what would soon define climax for her.

"Oh Eddie. Your breasts are budding."

Budding? I let out a long mmm and cast my eyes to my chest. My hair was already tickling my ears and neck. It had been cut short. Now it was halfway over my forehead. I was growing bangs. And evidently: breasts.

My nipples were already so thick -- and getting thicker. They rose -- pink, craggy, beautiful feminine buttes jutting wantonly from the topology of my chest, so sensitive and desirous of a touch, any touch. Their boundaries, too, had grown. The flesh beneath them and in their proximity had puffed out while I wasn't watching, and now my two pretty, pink nipples were raised ever so slightly from my chest and growing

"Oh god." I reached a shaky hand to my left nipple and squeezed. A jolt of electricity shot through me from my nipple to the base of my cock. It seized, harder than I had been coming, and the resulting shot of come hit the ceiling above me. It held for a moment before succumbing to its own weight and dripping into the bath with a plop. The sperm spread out in the water, in a futile search. I looked back to the shower glass across the bath as I shot a new patch upon it. It was marked with my ongoing climax. Come coursed down it in slow, steady streams.

I twisted my hard nipple between my fingers. My nails were already over my fingertips, fingers already becoming daintier. I watched them pinch my nipple and bit my bottom lip hard. Every pinch seemed to tighten my cock. I watched the head hop above water, firing.

There was so much. And it wasn't stopping. But now that I had touched my nipple, with each shot I felt a pain in the base of my cock, a building pressure. I watched my cock seize and fire, recoiling back, but, suddenly, instead of returning into position, it remained where it had recoiled. Each shot it sank a little further into the water, until finally it settled under the water into a cloud of white come.

I cupped my burgeoning breasts and looked at my wife. She stood, mouth agape, staring at the growing cloud of my come in the water and then looked at me.

Samantha was taller. Her shoulders had broadened significantly while I wasn't watching, her jaw squarer, her brow more defined. Her eyes moved up to my chest. I suddenly felt exposed. Vulnerable. Then I looked down at her pants.

The waist of her pajama pants was pulled from her tummy. That's how hard she was. How big. Hard and throbbing, the pants were pitched in a massive bulging tent. A large wet spot was clearly growing in the crotch and down the legs, saturating the flannel. My breath shook.

She caught and traced my gaze, looking down. She moaned, a recognizable steady baritone -- still her voice, but huskier and smooth -- and pulled at the waistband of her pants outward and down.

It towered from her satiny red Christmas panties, throbbing with her heartbeat, growing a little more with each pump. I was clearly turning her on.

Fuck.

She tangled the waistband of her panties in her fingers and pulled them down, revealing her new addition to the cool air of the bathroom as I looked on from the steaming bath.

Her crotch was still flat beneath her new cock, but her pussy had nearly closed. Her slit was fusing together -- as if it were merely a cut, finally healing itself. A pink ridge remained, separating her lips.

Her balls hadn't dropped. Her labia majora waited, ostensibly to be stuffed with two healthy testicles. Her crotch glimmered in the dim winter light, glazed in juices. It was clear she had been wet all morning. Her cock bounced. She was flexing her muscles. I felt mine seize again, painful pressure building at the base of my diminishing cock, which hers now dwarfed -- and that was an understatement.

Her eyebrows arched at her new member. She moaned softly and turned, sliding her panties down her thighs further. She pointed above her cock. "Look Eddie. My clitoral hood is still noticeable." A little hood of pink remained just above where her new cock had sprouted. It was light pink and slowly fading from view.

She settled her hand on her mound, just above the base of her growing cock and dipped her middle finger into her fading hood. She made a circle and moaned. "Oh Eddie, I need to come." Her pants fell around her ankles as she circled what remained of her clit. She threw her head back and moaned.

I pinched my nipples and watched on, my hands now cupping two developing mounds of flesh. Her nipples poked through her shirt, which was beginning to pull tightly against her growing frame, but it was clear her breasts were shrinking. Our breasts would be the same size soon, only for a moment as they passed in the morning light of our bathroom on their two separate trajectories.

I could see that fingering the last vestiges of her clit made her cock swell with blood. It bounced with each heartbeat as her finger circumnavigated her disappearing female sex. I balked at her size, flexing my Kegel muscles. She was already bigger than I had ever been, and it was clear she was still growing.

There was a faintness in my pelvis, an uncanny feeling, as if a place was readying itself. I stared openly at her cock, trying to understand what I was feeling, a furnace of heat slowly building in my tummy. I wondered at her willpower, as I expected her to take her cock in her other hand, but instead she reached to her flattening chest and took her slowly shrinking nipple in hand through her shirt. She shook. Her cock swung free, a long string of fluid dripping from it to the floor.

The pressure built in my pelvis at the base of my cock; a condensing, urgent kind of pressure, one I could not place. This was a controlled demolition. A retraction. An implosion. A cloud of come coursed outward in the water. I was dry, my balls nearly empty, but what was left of my cock was still firing.

Samantha's finger sped up, her widening brow furrowing, as if trying to concentrate hard on a fact forgotten. "Oh, it's faint," she licked her lips. "It's so faint, Eddie." Her cock dripped in a long line down to the floor, clear, feminine fluid through the length of her thick, new cock. She bit her lips and moaned deeply, pinching her diminishing nipple and pushing her pelvis forward into her finger.

I pinched my nipples in concert with her. My nails were long now, my hands so beautiful and lithe. I cooed softly, now in alto, lower frequencies continuing to be shaved from the tonality of my voice as my vocal cords tightened in my throat.

It wasn't just my cock that was shrinking.

I was.

Oh, my nipples! They were so thick and were so wonderful to tug between my fingers and thumbs. The flesh beneath them was beginning to push into my hands as my dormant mammary glands came online. My chest gradually expanded into my hands. Filling them. Pushing them forward. The sensations were sending maddening jolts of energy into my pelvis, which felt like a battery charging up, a furnace building into a maddening heat -- but for what? My hip bones pushed forward and widened. My spine was shifting low on my back, pushing my ass out. I bounced upward slightly as my ass plumped out and expanded beneath me. I knew that soon I would be sitting on two sumptuously cushy pillows. I bounced on my new padding.

I was filling out.

I could tell Samantha was turned on by the way her cock swelled in response to her finger. It felt dangerous having a cock that big so close to me, and my fear made it hard to take my eyes off it. Fear locked my gaze to her thick undulating cock, and thus married it to the arousal I was feeling from caressing and tugging my erect nipples. My nipples, my fear, and her cock were all amalgamating into desire, and suddenly, along with the fear, there was admiration. My wife had a big cock, the presence of which was causing the uncanny feeling in my pelvis to shift into an aching sense of absence I had never experienced in my life. I shifted on my plump and growing ass and traced the back of my teeth lightly with my tiny, velveteen tongue. My jaw felt light.

My wife's broadening jaw opened slightly as she bit her lip. Her eyes were closed, as if she was searching, tracing what was left of her female essence so she could come. I followed the thick veins up her shaft to the bulbous head which widened and thickened, then back to Samantha's finger, which was positively a'flurry, spinning and weaving desperately over her retreating femininity.

She spoke. "Eddie?"

I pinched my nipples and held on. "Yes?"

"I'm close."

I breathed out. "Okay."

"Why don't you join me?"

I gasped, feeling the air punched out of me. My bottom lip fell, its composition now lavish and puffier, like it had been stung by a bee. I looked down, through the cloud of come in the water and released a nipple. My hand fell, fell to the smooth skin of my cleanly-shaved pubic mound. I planted my wrist and settled my middle finger into the area above my now two-inch cock.

"Oh fuck."

It was so faint.

I moaned and tried to lift my finger. But instead, I made one tight little circle there in my soft, pink hood my cock was descending into.

I moaned softly.

And then I circled it again.

And again.

I threw my head back and moaned loudly, my hair tickling my shoulders.

Now that I had started -- why couldn't I stop?

Samantha and my fingers quickly matched tempo, moving frantically.

Suddenly, what was happening to us hit me anew, and I looked down over my budding breasts and moaned loudly. The feminine tone echoed against the bathroom tile and in both our ears. I moaned again. Cooed and gasped. My body shaking sporadically at the new sensations I was calling forth with my racing finger.

I was letting go.

I pushed my pelvis into my finger as the head of my cock began to settle into the frilly, pink hood I was fingering.

It was too much.

I bucked in the bath, moaning wildly, widening my fingers' path to include the condensing head of my fallen cock. Water splashed to the tile floor at Samantha's feet. I spread my thighs wider until my knees hit the side of the bath. I moaned, wishing I could spread them further. The head of my cock started jolting in quick succession, the shaft now deep inside of me, taking deep root in my sex -- each jolt tightening nerves together, my body now desperate to condense the head of my cock into a pink throbbing nub of pleasure. And finally, in one final pull, it succeeded.

"I have a clit." I screamed in delight. "I have a fucking clit." I lifted my hips from the bath and flexed my muscles. The tower of my masculinity had fallen. The nerves of my cock were now tightly packed and concentrated shallow against me. Touching the resulting nub of pleasure was pure electricity. I licked my lips and purred as I circled it. "God, I love my clit."

I didn't recognize the voice echoing in the bathroom. It was melodious, flowing, and dripping with allure. But it was mine -- and it could say anything I wanted it to say.

I steadied my gaze on my wife's cock, which now pointed nearly straight to the ceiling. I moaned sweetly. I had no envy of her -- I now felt harder than I've ever felt before. I puckered my swollen lips, pushed my pelvis higher, and cooed, "Oh, Samantha -- my new clit feels so fucking good."

"Oh god, Eddie." my wife's voice resonated in the tile around us as she watched me lift my finger and flex my little clit. "Oh, fuck." I put my finger down slowly and it went back to work, circumnavigating my aching new sex.

I thrashed in the bath. My breasts had grown big enough to shake with every movement I made. And they were getting heavy. Her finger sped up as her gaze settled on them. She spoke, and a deep male voice rumbled in the bathroom walls. "Oh, fuck. I'm going to come." At that her t-shirt tore from her chest, pulled apart by her broadening shoulders, ripping apart to reveal her bulging pecs.

God.

Sam was big.

A long strand of sparkling fluid poured from her cock to the ground. Then another. I now know this was her eggs being expelled from her converting ovaries. I watched in anticipation.

When the drip subsided, with a low moan echoing from his throat, Sam's testicles dropped into place. One. Then the other. He shifted in place on his muscular legs, and they swung beneath him. They were big. Something about seeing them for the first time made me lick my lips with my tiny pink tongue. Call it instinct.

A ball sack now hung heavy beneath Sam's cock. It was full of a new kind of creature. No longer one of passive waiting. Sam's swollen balls teemed with an army of invaders. Millions of them.

Sam towered over the bath. A man -- and a handsome one at that.

And as if to cede the territory taken by hers, my balls moved in reverse trajectory. Two body-shaking pops. I felt them. I knew what was happening. I knew their final destination, too -- astride my uterus. They were already my ovaries. They were on their way, and they were filling with eggs, and, in their hasty retreat, they pulled my scrotum taut against me.

I moaned in aroused horror at their penetration and called out in a sweet soprano, spinning maddening tight circles around my clit.

I was so close.

So painfully close.

I closed my eyes, searching for what it was. My finger kept moving swiftly against my clit as it continued condensing. Then, I heard Sam call out. "I'm there." My eyes opened wide just in time to see Sam grab his cock and step towards me.

Oh, no. What was he doing?

My body jolted in shock and taken in the energy of panic my breasts swelled an entire cup size in a matter of seconds. I looked down, my hair falling in my face, just as my breasts swelled again. At this rate, my thick pink nipples would soon be hanging at the apex of two, swinging tits that would weigh heavy on my back and would need ample support.

Seeing my panic, Sam shook in a start, and his cock followed my breast's example. What was another inch on an already massive cock? It lurched forward, growing from the base, thickened and pulsed, turned on by my developing curves and growing vulnerability.

I was now looking down the barrel of a cannon.

Sam was aimed right at me.

For some reason, as if by instinct, I immediately moved my neck to flick the hair from out of my face.

I was face to face with Sam's throbbing cock. Staring it down. Realization flashed like lightening through the swirling pink clouds that were fogging my mind.

When I completely understood what was about to happen, my entire body seized all at once, and a fault line opened, flowering under my eager, swollen clit. I closed my eyes as a deluge of feminine lubrication flooded out of me into the bath, and immediately -- along with blissful release -- a new emptiness stirred deep in my pelvis.

My fingers moved and slid through my dainty, new pussy lips.

As I shook uncontrollably, waves of pleasure coursing through my body, I opened my eyes and looked back to Sam's cock.

My eyes crossed.

It pulsed.

Something hot hit my face -- just above my lip.