A Teen in Tits McGee 2

I was in!

Claire had been left nude from Adam's previous shenanigans and my hands flew directly to my tits. I squealed as my jaw dropped and I took large grips of the watermelon sized doughballs that were literally larger than my hand, palm to finger.

I realized by accident while kneading that the nipples felt great. Every little brush sent shivers down my spine. I found a new technique, where by keeping my thumb close to my hand when squeezing I could pinch the nipple in between. I'd never had nipples this sensitive before, so it was nice to have one pierced and one normal, since I could compare the differences. The sensitivity was about the same, but the piercing made it easy to really torque the nipple even by slightly brushing by.

Every once in awhile, my piercing would catch on the sheets, twist my nipple and kick the air out of me, causing a moan. How could I do that when I was on my back? My tits were so fucking big they literally completely spilled off my chest and to the side.

I was so busy with my jugs I'd barely noticed the change in equipment down below. Looking between my legs, I saw some lavender panties that headed straight down between my legs. No dick. Reaching a painted finger down, I pulled them to the side, looking at the little split. Whoa, that was trippy. After growing up my whole life with a cock, it was disorienting, like an arm or a leg was missing.

But how could it make me feel?

I took a finger, and rubbed it gently up and down the seam. Oh? What was that?! That felt... really good. At the top I hit it. That was the clit! Adam had been raving about it earlier. I stuffed a hand down my panties, rubbing that spot. Oh yeah. My tits fell off my chest as I bit my lip and happily wiggled from side to side, enjoying immensely my brief experience inside this curvy body.

This body was so soft, so squishy, different from my male body. Before, I'd been chubby, but the skin felt rough, with muscles right under the surface. In here, everything was soft and smooth, like the skin was padded.

And the squishiest part was my tits. Oh, my tits. I'd already played with them for so long but I couldn't stay away. I wondered how this woman had liked them, whether she struggled with back pain but loved the control they granted her over men. I had no access to her thoughts, so how would I know? What I did know was that they were mine, I was still acting like a man, and they sure as hell had power over me.

I brought my hands back up, kneading some more. I took my left nipple, rubbing and twisting it until the fire lit back up in my pussy. I reached my hands down, which thrust my tits back up into my view and into my attention. I reached all the way over with my left arm to corral my right tit and pull it up between my two hands. Toying with the piercing, I slid it back and forth through the hole where it was lodged which teased the sensitive nipple seemingly from the inside.

Chuckling, an interesting thought entered my mind. Could... I suck them? Only one way to try it. I tilted the boob toward my mouth and bent forward. With a slight lean, I popped the nipple in my mouth and sucked greedily. The metal of the piercing tasted kind of like a penny, I noted, while the suction stimulated the tit in the most perfect way. I felt desire flare back up in my pussy, and my back was getting tired, so I leaned back and turned my attention down below, where it could no longer be ignored.

I rubbed up and down, back and forth, right on my clit. My tits splayed to the side and landed on my arms as I worked the clit, whose fire demanded attention and ached if I even eased on the pressure. 

I felt the neediness build, and build. My core muscles tightened. I felt my tits throbbing with my beating heart, growing more veiny and flushing with heat as I neared the climax. Finally, with an involuntary crunch in my core, I snapped. My muscles tensed, pushing air from my lungs and causing me to cry out with urgency as I shuddered. My vision narrowed as a rush went to my head and almost overwhelmed me. 

When I expected it to stop, it kept going. My tits bounced, jiggled, veiny and enormous, bobbing with every involuntary movement which was driven by the pressure on my clit. It went on, growing, even beyond what I thought was the climax, where I remembered it as a man. I kept rubbing, needing more pleasure even as my wrist muscles burned from nonstop motion. 

Finally, it was too much. My arms ached, my clit became tender and my body was numb. I fell backwards, landing softly on the mattress, my tits recoiling upward.

Whew.

There were a few moments where my head was blank. I just let the after-pleasure sit, and I was content to rest within it. I rested, taking deep breaths.

I took a moment to rest inside my new vessel. This body was incredible. These tits, this pussy, it was like a never ending playground of pleasure. With my eyes closed, the tie to my former body was more noticeable. It was nothing like this one. I'd have to go back, that I knew, but I was going to make return trips early and often. I was still connected to my old body, and could perceive my old room. I felt myself sliding back, then grabbed a tit to center myself. Didn't want to return just yet. When Adam wasn't using the body, I'd get my turn. 

I reached up to toy with the necklace resting on my neck. That little green necklace was more than powerful - it was magic. It opened a portal between minds, between bodies. Whatever immense power it had, I was thankful it had found me.

"Buzzzz"

What was that? I reached to the side, seeing a phone ringing. Picking up the pink case, it said "Mom".

Shit. I guess I had to answer.

I tapped the green button. "Hello?"

"Hi Claire! How are you darling?" An older sounding woman's voice replied.

"Good, uh, mom." I replied. I stared at myself in the mirror. I had no idea what to do. On one hand, I could run away, transfer back to my body and let Claire finish the conversation. But would she wonder what was going on, lost like Adam said his mom was earlier? Worse yet, would she freak out in front of her mom, shocked to find herself naked, clit red raw and aching?

"Good, sweetie. I just wanted to talk about your brother."

"What's going on with, uh, my brother?" I asked, no idea what was happening.

"He's still sick. They say he'll get better, but your father and I are beside ourselves. You were supposed to drive into town and see him today. We haven't heard from you. Is everything okay honey?"

Shit. I was in way over my head. I grimaced at myself. 

Unknowingly, I'd gotten carried away and caused Claire to skip out on plans. From the sound of it, important plans. My little masturbation session had betrayed bonds between a family. Was what I was doing right? 

"Claire? You there?"

There was no time for me to think. I had to get out, let her put things right.

"Yeah mom. Give me a minute, then say everything you just said again. Your, uh, connection was bad."

I focused on returning to my own body. I focused on the sight of my room, my body leaning back on my bed, the clack of Adam gaming next to me, gradually, they became more in focus, and Claire's vision became less crisp. Before long, my room became clear, I could hear the announcers as Adam played 2k, and took a deep breath before sitting up on my bed.

Adam noticed immediately, losing interest in the game in a heartbeat.

"Dude! How was it?" Adam gushed, smiling. "Did you cum? Nevermind, I know you did. How many times? And aren't her tits great? Oh my God, give me the necklace, I want those tits back. Do you think she can cum again?"

"ADAM!" I said, cutting him off. "Do you know what's going on with Claire right now?"

"What? Other than her masturbating all day because of us." He laughed.

"Dude. Her brother is in the hospital. He's sick." I replied, stone faced.

"Oh. That's sad. But, she's okay still, right?" He asked, losing some of his carefree bravado.

"She was supposed to visit him with her parents today. We missed it." 

Adam fell silent. "So, she's not going?" He paused. "If she's already missed it, I could..."

"You're missing the point!" I yelled at Adam. "When we spend time in her, she can't live her own life. And she has people that depend on her. What do you think her parents and brother thought when she broke a promise."

I listened in on Claire's conversation. I closed my eyes and tried to pick up the sounds.

"I'm so sorry, Mom. I don't know what came over me." She said, embarrassment coating her words. "I just, I was at work one second. Then, I was at home, um, in my bed. Then, I'm on the phone with you."

"Are you under stress honey?" Her mom's voice was faint since I was rooted in my own body now. "Why don't you take a vacation. Go somewhere nice. You work so hard. Time probably just slipped by."

"I... maybe. I'm so sorry, mom."

I leaned back to my own side of my merged consciousness. She needed time. That was for sure.

"What's she saying?" Adam asked. 

"She's ashamed of what she's done. But it was us that did it. So, we should be ashamed."

"What do we do?"

"Just let her fix things for a few days. She needs to get her life back on track."

Adam was silent again. Then, he spoke. "Ok, so can I have the necklace back?"

"No. I know how you are. I've known you long enough to know what you'll do the second I'm not looking. I'm holding onto it. You'll get it back, just give it a bit."

With that, I walked out. Adam didn't bother responding. He was a bit less concerned than me, but he hadn't been there to experience it. Although I did tend to be the older and more responsible of the two of us.

I drove back to my house. When I got there, I pulled the red necklace off my shirt, took it, and untied the back. When I did, any connection was severed. It was like an out of focus spot in the side of my view had disappeared. I took the necklace and slid it under my bed. I'd get back to it, but Claire needed time.

I thought about today's events. I'd gone from skepticism, to disbelief, to pure unbridled lust. Lust stronger than I'd ever felt before. First as a man, then a woman. It had felt so, so good. But I'd realized my actions had consequences.

But those tits in my hands. That orgasm. With Adam far away at his house, I didn't have to stand firm against his desire to use that busty body as a toy. I felt the memories of what I'd done with a sexy female form creep back. 

I wanted to go back. So, so bad. 

Not today. But I decided to masturbate again, using the memory of that body, of that body, how it felt to fuel me.

But I couldn't stay away. I needed those tits, that pussy, needed access to them, needed how they made me feel. As I finished, my lust fueled me, in the way it can make bad ideas seem like good ones in that moment. I'd give Claire some time. Let her get her life together, just enough. 

Then, I'd be back.