World Turns - Chris and Brianna 02

He sent her a text asking if she had some time to talk. A few minutes later his phone rang.

"Hi Sam."

"So I'm guessing you changed?" The sound made it obvious she had him on speakerphone; she wouldn't be doing that unless she was somewhere private, at least not in response to the text he sent.

"Well, yeah. Working vagina, huge boobs."

"Wait... huge! How huge? Also, working?"

"Yeah... it... works. Er... gimme a sec, I'll text you a picture, I know you'll never let up if I don't."

Chris pulled his t-shirt off, leaving him wearing only the bra on his top half. He held out his phone with the selfie cam on; it took him a moment to get an angle that showed the size of his bust well. He sent the picture. Before the phone even made it back to his ear, he could hear Sam reacting.

"GOOD GOD! You weren't kidding, they're massive! How did Brie react?"

"Staring at them, then getting a hard-on. She was sitting across from me when it happened, she ran off to the bathroom to deal with pantie problems."

"Ah... I'm not fully changed. I have no balls outside yet, just enough penis that I can pee with it, so I didn't have that problem. I didn't think I was starting to notice boobs... but looking at this feels weird as hell. They suit you though, like they look like the right boobs for your body. They look good on you."

"Thanks, still not sure how I feel about having them."

"I can imagine! Noticing boobs for the first time certainly feels weird to me. Have you had anyone other than Brie stare at them?"

He thought back over the day, he hadn't really gone anywhere other than class today and yesterday only Brianna's dorm room and his own after changing. "A lot of people looked at me as I walked past on the street... but I haven't really been anywhere other than class. I think a few people were looking in class."

"Almost certainly more than a few! You just didn't notice." Sam was speaking from experience, her boobs were big, not huge, not nearly as big as his. "You'll have people talking to your chest all the time. I guarantee it. And do yourself a favour and get a better bra than what you're wearing."

"Already ordered. Brie measured me yesterday and ordered a few online... Probably should have thought to ask you about that. She also got this for me, they don't carry my size at the store she went to."

"Ah, makes sense. I have to go to specialty shops to get really good bras too, though I can usually find something better than what you're wearing in a regular one. So what did you want to ask me about? If it were just advice about having big boobs you'd have called yesterday."

"Err, well..." He explained his experience with the crocheting girl.

"I see. Welcome to female sexuality. That sounds pretty normal to me."

"Oh. That sudden?"

"Sure, at least with some physical skill like that, especially something like crocheting, it brings to mind what else such skilled fingers could do!"

"Huh?" She just let him think for a moment. "OH!" He heard Sam giggle.

"Are you doing okay otherwise? You said you're not sure how you feel about your boobs, what about... well, everything else? Like how are you feeling about Brie having a dick?"

He took a deep breath. "Weird as hell... It's huge."

"Wait. You've seen it already?"

"Seen it, touched it, had it inside me."

"What‽ You move fast!"

"Yeah... she uh, 'mode-switched' while getting a look at herself right after changing... and told me about how big it is... turns out I seem to like that, so when she came back I was turned on enough that being near her put me in girl mode, then we went to her dorm to measure my boobs and..."

"Ah."

"It... just barely fits into me..."

"You... OK with that?"

Thinking about Brie's penis was starting to turn on his female half a little; he felt the rush of warmth between his legs. He ignored it. That could wait. Talking to Sam couldn't. "I don't know... it turns my female half on... like I think I finally get guys who love big boobs because of how I feel about her... but like... it's so much bigger than mine and I like that... but I feel... wrong? Maybe inadequate?"

"Chris, your dick is big enough, trust me. I bet Brie is having similar feelings about boobs."

"I... expect so. She said she only really likes big ones."

"Look, when it comes to dicks, most women are like you are with boobs, they don't care much about size. Besides, being full feels good but won't get me or most women off on its own."

"I know that it didn't get me off either... but it just felt so... satisfying being so full, so close to it being too much. I'm not sure I'd be happy with something smaller."

"Ah. Even if that's true, that's not most people. Brie probably wouldn't be happy if you were flat-chested, but you're not. Personally, I don't want a guy to be much above average. I can't tell you what you like, but maybe try something closer to your size, maybe get a cheap dildo, see how that feels."

"Uh..."

"Yeah, I know, you don't want to own a dildo, but you've got girl bits, and there's a reason a lot of girls own one."

"I... Maybe," Chris replied, stifling a protest in his head. "But, even if trying a non-huge one makes me feel better about my penis... I'm pretty sure I'll want something big."

"You have a point, but a basic one isn't expensive. Besides, I'm pretty sure you're not going to want to be stretched to your limit every single time, especially if Brie is doing that to you. You'll get sore!"

"Point taken. I'll think about it."

"Did that help at all?"

"I'm not sure, a bit? I'm still so unsure how I feel about everything it's overwhelming. I'm a bit sleepy. I had some trouble sleeping last night, my boobs are taking a lot of getting used to."

"Yeah. Mine can be annoying, I can only imagine yours are worse."

"Any tips?"

"For sleeping? A really comfy bra can help, but I guess that doesn't do you any good right now..."

"Yeah, the main thing bugging me was just how aware of them I am, all the time. Even just sitting the weight feels weird and breathing moves them enough for me to notice... I guess I just have to wait until I get used to them. I'll try keeping my bra on tonight though and see if it helps. Anything else you think I should know?"

"Hmm..." There were several seconds of silence on the phone as Sam was thinking. "Did Brie tell you about discharge?"

"You mean from my vagina... yeah."

"Good. As for boob stuff, you'll want bra liners or some other way to deal with boob sweat. You can get irritated or develop rashes under them against your chest if you don't do something to stop it from being wet all the time. They can also help with pressure from your bra band. Probably not too much of a problem with the bra you've got on since it's so thin, but a proper bra won't breathe as well. Until you get a liner, or if you don't want to wear one, antiperspirant under and between the boobs can be a life saver! Make sure you wash and dry under them too. Let me know when your proper bras arrive, and I'll help you evaluate fit. You'll want a good sports bra, maybe this weekend I can help you pick one? If you haven't ordered one already."

"No... we didn't, just normal ones, we were going to see which one fit best before ordering more. This weekend is good for me. Brie's spending it at home, and she left already. She doesn't have any Friday classes. It'll be nice to hang out too."

"Yeah. Is there anything else you need to get off..."

"My chest?"

"Sorry."

It was Chris's turn to laugh. Doing so set his boobs bouncing a little. "Don't worry about it."

"Thanks, but seriously, you had sex in female mode! Do you need to talk about it? Just vent about boobs more?"

"I don't know what I want to say... probably I'll have some talking to do over the weekend after some time to process. What about you? You're partially changed. Do you need to talk? Have questions?"

"Oh, I have questions, but not ones you've got answers to. I think I'll have those later. Mostly now I'm wondering how things down there are going to progress. I think I'm alright, for now anyway." She paused for a moment. "I can't help but wonder about two things."

"Which are?"

"What's your bra size? Like I can see they're huge, I couldn't even guess what your actual size is though."

"38H, at least that's what came out of the calculator Brie used. Why?"

"I just wondered how it compares to what I wear... and I want to check that the store I had in mind actually carries your size."

"What size bra do you wear?"

"34F."

"Huh, don't know why I asked... I don't really know what it means."

She just laughed.

"So what was the second thing?"

"I'm not sure how you'll feel about answering... but, how big is Brie's..."

"Ah... well, based on how it looked in my hand... at least two inches longer than mine... and quite a bit thicker, it really filled my hand..." Remembering the experience was having an effect on him, as he felt a little bit of wetness. He treated it like an unwanted erection and ignored it.

"Two inches bigger than you? That's huge... Yours isn't exactly small!"

"I said it was huge."

"Yeah... but... that's really huge. God, I hope mine isn't going to be that big."

"What are the odds that I'd know two girls with big dicks?"

"What are the odds a guy with boobs as massive as yours is dating a girl that's hung like a horse!"

The conversation with Sam continued for some time, but eventually they said goodbye, and Chris was left with his thoughts.

He stood and walked over to the mirror on the back of his dorm room door. It had been there when he moved in, and it was easy to treat it like part of the furniture until it showed a sight so foreign.

He looked at himself, still wearing just his bra on top. He wasn't especially broad-shouldered or muscular, as he didn't do much working out, but he wasn't fat, either. His torso before the change mostly tapered in an approximately straight line from his armpit to his waist. Now though that line was interrupted by the sides of his boobs, his hips were noticeably wider than before.

He sighed.

Sam had said his boobs look good on him. Looking at his reflection, he thought that even though they were so big that he could still see them at the bottom of his vision despite looking forward, they didn't look disproportionately huge on him. Huge yes, but not too huge for his frame.

He lifted his bra and pulled it off, feeling his boobs drop out of it and jiggle just a little as they settled on his chest again. At the back of his mind since the change had been the idea of getting them reduced.

He looked at his bare bust in the mirror. They were very nice boobs: full, round, and for their size they drooped very little. He knew that, despite how little he cared for the size of boobs, his were just nice, and were they on a woman he'd be as distracted by them as any guy. Part of him was starting to like having them, to feel proud of them. Then there was the effect they had on Brie.

He'd expected them to be constantly getting in his way based on the impression he got from Sam and just the world in general. In a way, they did; he was constantly having his arms bump into them, but nearly always he just adjusted his position slightly and continued. They hadn't actually prevented him from doing anything; he was just constantly aware of them. He found that he usually just lifted his arm a bit so that it went above his bust and leaned slightly and that usually solved it. The most in the way they'd been so far was washing his hands, the combination of leaning slightly forward and working his hands together forced them to take up just a little too much space. He could definitely tell there were times that they would actually get in his way, but it didn't seem to be as bad as he would have expected.

Their weight though, that was much as he expected, they were very heavy. His back was tense, it didn't hurt today, but he could tell it could go that way. He hoped good bras would help with that.

He turned and walked over to his bed, then threw himself onto it so he landed on his back. His boobs bounced and jiggled and even hit him in the face a bit—not hard, as he hadn't moved very fast, but this might be a habit he'd have to break.

He felt his boobs settle into domes on his chest as his shoulders were relieved of their duty.

He stared at the ceiling.

Sam's advice about getting a dildo scratched at the back of his head. He wasn't comfortable with the idea, but he knew why. Just social expectations. He wasn't comfortable with a lot of things about this.

He thought in circles for a while, but eventually the same logic that yesterday had ended with Brie's dick inside him came up. He wasn't comfortable having a female sex drive, but avoiding it wouldn't make it go away. He knew for a fact that Sam and Brianna both owned at least one dildo, and based on his one experience with female sex, he was pretty sure that he was going to want something inside him any time female masturbation happened.

He sighed again.

Chris put the discreet brown paper bag down on his bed. He stared at it.

Inside was his dildo. It was orange and smooth, basic. It had a suction cup at the base and no vibration. It looked about the same size as his penis. He'd considered getting something bigger, but the thought of bringing it to the cashier made him lose his nerve. He'd barely managed to get himself in the door. The cashier seemed to have picked up on his embarrassment and had done an admirable job of wordlessly conveying that she was going to forget his face the moment he walked out the door. The only thing that had got him into the store and out the door with it was a conviction that he was going to face his new situation head-on—which, in this case, meant he was planning to masturbate.

After a moment of hesitation, he took it out of the bag and opened the box. Pulling it out and holding it in his hand told him he was right about it being close to the size of his penis. It also felt strange. He wasn't sure what to do next. He couldn't think of anything in his dorm room he could stick it to. The edge of a bathtub or a toilet lid seemed like good ideas, but his room didn't have its own bathroom, and he was definitely not going to use it in a shared bathroom.

He decided just to hold it and lay on his bed. He pushed the box and bag onto the floor to deal with later and started undressing. Once he got his bra off and the total weight of his breasts was back on their natural support, he was reminded that even the limited support it offered made a difference.

He sat down on the bed, his boobs bouncing from the motion. He waited for them to stop before slowly turning and lifting his feet as he lay down, remembering how his boobs had hit his face last time. He was still very aware of how his boobs moved around and now how they settled. He looked down at them; he could see between them to his penis, but they blocked his view of his feet.

He lifted the dildo up and looked at it. He wasn't entirely sure what to do. Looking at porn felt weird. He wasn't sure he wanted to just yet. He just turned the dildo in his hands for a while, thinking. Eventually, he put it down between his legs, and it rested against his inner thigh. He decided to start playing with his boobs and see what happens.

He placed his hands on his bust, felt his nipples poking into his palms. His hands felt small on his chest. His fingers were nearly flat, but his entire hand was in contact with his boobs, reminding him just how big they were. He started gently rubbing, moving his hands in a circle. It felt a little nice but wasn't doing much to get him going, nothing like when Brianna had been feeling him up.

He sighed.

He started imagining Brianna was on top of him, her hands on his bust. He got a little more aggressive with his hands, grabbing in addition to the rubbing. He pictured her sitting on him, and he pictured looking between his boobs at her erection. That did it. He felt a surge of warmth between his legs, female arousal stirring. His breasts felt more sensitive, what he was doing to them started to feel better.

The back of his mind brought the idea of giving Brie a boobjob, the image surging unbidden to his imagination. Pushing his boobs together, her member sliding between them, popping up in his cleavage. He found he had actually pushed his boobs together as he imagined. His arousal grew; he could feel a little wetness now.

Then another image, licking, sucking the head as it pushed up from his breasts. The idea turned him on, but he wasn't at all comfortable with it, he pushed it out of his mind. Confronting his female sexuality was one thing; going that far was another.

He shifted the imaginary Brianna down between his legs. He let one hand drift down between his legs, and even though he had to lift his balls out of the way, he got a finger on his vagina, slid it up the slit and found his clit. The light touch made him gasp and triggered all the mode-switching behaviours in his body. An intense rush of female arousal, his male parts pulling inward. A moan escaped his lips.

He felt the empty feeling between his legs, the growing need to be filled. He slipped a finger into himself, moving his thumb onto his clit. As the finger slid into him he was surprised how it felt. It didn't feel quite as small as he had expected it to, though it didn't feel big at all. It felt good, but he wanted more and it reminded him of the dildo resting against his thigh.

He pulled his finger out of his vagina, the sensation of emptiness returned as he did so, and grabbed the dildo. He felt himself tense in anticipation, his vaginal muscles squeezing. The shaft felt good in his hand, his desire to be filled strengthened, he pushed the tip against his vulva, slid it up and down his labia. The action built his need. He lined it up and pushed it in. He gasped, it felt good, very good. A moan forced its way out of him as he slid the shaft into him slowly, stretching him out. Not nearly as much as Brianna's huge cock, but enough.

He began to work the dildo in and out of him, moaning as he went. It felt great, being filled, being fucked; it was satisfying his need to be filled, but it wasn't getting him closer to cumming. He brought his left hand down from playing with his boobs and switched the dildo to it, gently rubbing his clit with his now-free right hand. His boobs were squeezed together by his arms so he could no longer see what he was doing between his legs.

It felt incredible; he rubbed harder and faster. The mental image of Brianna's cock peeking out of his cleavage returned, but he was too caught up to push it down; he was getting close and the image was hot. His moans stuck in his throat as his pleasure intensified, his back arched, his ministrations became more desperate. He was right on the edge. The imaginary cock sliding between his breasts came and shot its load on his face. That sent him over the edge. His vagina clamped down on the dildo; it felt amazing, the hardness inside him opposing the squeeze. This time the only sound he made was a small gasping noise, he didn't quite push air through to moan as every muscle in his body seemed locked in tension for a moment. Then he started moving again, shuddering and shaking as his orgasm continued.

After what felt like minutes, but probably wasn't, he started to relax and come down from his orgasm. He just let himself lay there for a while, enjoying the afterglow and the sensation of the dildo inside him.

Then he realised what he had been imagining in the heat of the moment. He sat up, forgetting the dildo was still inside him, and he ended up sitting on it. It felt good, but he wasn't looking for that right now. He ran his hand through his hair. He didn't know what to do with himself. He felt deeply uncomfortable with liking that. With wanting to suck dick, even it was Brianna's. He was starting to feel less comfortable with all his female desires, even the still-pleasant sensation of the dildo inside him.