Trisha brought me to her Subaru Outback. I had to jerk off in the women's room before we left. I didn't want little Emile standing proud, giving away my sex while we were riding to her home. When was I going to tell her I had a penis?
On the ride home, we got into a discussion on the music playing in her car. "Of course I -hic- love Phoebe Bridgers! Wait wait wait, lemme turn it up real quick." I cranked the radio knob at the key change of "I Know the End." We both started scream-singing the lyrics as Trisha sped down a country road.
"NO, I'M NOT AFRAID TO DISAPPEAR
THE BILLBOARD SAID, "THE END --HIC-- Is here"
This last hiccup hit harder for some reason. It came from a deeper part of my torso, it felt like.
"You okay, Em?"
"Yeah, yeah," I replied, sounding a bit wearier than I wanted. "It's just --HIC-- It's just I got some hiccups after that coughing fit at the --HIC-- -ow- Starbucks."
"If you say so." She cast a glance sideways. She looked a bit concerned. Her looked reminded me of how I needed to tell her about my genital situation eventually.
Trisha turned the radio down and we rode in silence for a few minutes. She kept offering looks of sympathy. It was obvious that this was no ordinary case of the hiccups. I felt ill. There was a sloshing sensation in my stomach. "Y'know, heh, I think the Starbucks gave me some bad --HIC-- -ow- --HIC-- -OW- coffee."
"That did not look good Em." Her eyes were wild. I must've looked like a wreck at this point. "I'm gonna drive you to a hospital."
"No, --HIC-- --HIC-- oouugh, no need. I just need to get some fresh air. Can we pull over?" She looked at me again with those wild eyes of concern. My stomach was churning, my chest felt like I had just survived a heart attack, and weirdly enough, my nipples... they felt... scratchy? All I could muster at that point was just a pleading look at Trisha. She stared at me for a good five seconds and said, "Alright, here's a good spot. If you need to puke you can."
I stood hunched over the Outback. I knew I was going to vomit, I just wanted it to come soon. "There's no way puking could be worse than this," I murmured to myself.
"What?"
"Oh, it was ---H I C--- it was nothing." I puked right there on the spot. I felt the usual pain from my abdomen, but along with it I felt a throbbing in my chest. As I threw up I could feel wells of flesh forming behind my nipples. The itchiness of my areola was so strong I thought someone was pinching them. I clutched my left nipple with my right hand and my right with my left. I doubled over and yakked again on the side of the road. Again, the wells of warm, almost liquid flesh grew behind my nipples. The sensation was so warm, comforting, and soft I didn't even feel my stomach pushing undigested food out my body.
Trisha stood behind me with her body pressed up against mine. She was holding what hair I had in my pixie cut back. The warm feeling of what I knew as breasts growing on my chest, Trisha comforting me with her body, it all was so pleasurable. I dry heaved a few times. Each time, my breasts grew by another cup size. My dick was rock hard. I never felt more alive than I did at that moment. Wiping the dribble from my face I stood up and grabbed Trisha's face with my soft, boyish hands. I looked her right in the eyes. It was the first time I had ever seen Trisha's eyes have a spark of bewilderment. "Trisha," I said, breathily, "this is what you want, right?" I took her left hand and put it over my left breast. It was only then that I realized how big I had gotten. I must've been an E-cup. I was bigger than I ever was before the curse. It felt good to have the girls back.
"This is what you want, right Trisha? A girl who wears a sweater that accentuates all her curves?" She stared back. The sparkle in her eye was less bewildered and more infatuated now. "You want a goofy girl who has a cute giggle right?" She nodded. "A girl who knows who she is and wants everyone to know it?" She nodded again and drew herself in closer, still looking up into my eyes. "You want a girl who finds you attractive?" I slid her right hand down between my legs. She looked down to see that what she was feeling was real. My cock was rock hard. It was the first time I had ever had anyone else touch my penis. It made me squirm a bit and let out a soft gasp under my breath. She looked back up to me, expecting me to say something. "I know what I want." I wrapped one arm around her waist and used the other to hold her head. I pulled her in for a deep, long kiss.
It was truly erotic. The feeling of her sizeable breasts against my massive ones, my dick rubbing up against her leg, she ran her hand through my hair. Several cars drove past before she said, "before we do that again, I'm gonna have to ask you to brush your teeth." I couldn't help but giggle my new girlish femboy laugh.