I woke up with a soft groan. My head was spinning slightly. Sitting up, I looked around and was relieved to be in my room. I always felt safe there. Getting out of bed, I staggered into my bathroom, splashing cold water on my face. I felt really out of it. I was concerned that I may have come down with something. I had, but it wasn't what I expected. Deciding that a hot shower might make me feel better, I stripped my clothes off.
As I showered, I started day dreaming. That wasn't unusual for me. My life sometimes seems to be nothing but the could-a, the would-a and the should-a. My thoughts turned to boys. Aqualad in particular. It wasn't love, I don't think. Sure, he was hot, but I think it was more of just wanting him to jump me then wanting him to date me. Let's just say that in the dreams he's in, he never gives me a rose. Just orgasms. Anyway, I was thinking about him...picturing my breasts touching being massaged by his firm hands and his big member touching me, teasing me with the possiblities.
Before the death of Trigon, I never dared touch myself in any way. I avoided my breasts and vagina like they were diseased. ...they're not, so don't look at me that way. Now, I was free from that and had gotten into the whole concept of masturbation. I still hestitated and tried to avoid it when I could...mostly because when I orgasm, I send out waves of lust that once caused Cyborg and Beast Boy to french kiss. They were screaming and spitting for at least fifteen minutes. However, I felt I deserved a bit of relief at that point. I started with my breasts. They had gotten bigger recently. Much bigger. When I first moved into this tower, I had a modest, full B-cup. Now, at the age of eighteen and a half, I had DDs. They were nothing compared to the back breakers Starfire carried around, though. I teased my nipples, picturing Aqualad kissing them...licking them.
Then I saw it. Slowly pushing its way into view was a penis. MY penis. My erect penis. I didn't understand it at first. I wondered where this odd veiny thing that matched my skin tone had come from. Then I realized it was a part of my body. My breasts had blocked my view and in my state of half-sleepness, I didn't really try to see anything anyway. My hand felt around and I let out a sigh of relief when I felt my familar slit, still slightly moistened from my thoughts earlier. Peering over my chest, I saw that I had no testicles. I realized if I had, I'd have known when I woke up in mindnumbing pain. My leotard wasn't designed for men, after all. I watched as my member grew to full height. It was big...at least eight inches. The average caucasian penis is five to six inches, I think. I just looked it up once out of curiousity. Feeling almost drawn to it, I grasped it gently. It was so thick I couldn't get my hand around it, my fingers not quite touching, but close. Part of me wanted to start stroking... |