It's late at night, about 2-3 in the morning actually, but I can't seem to fall asleep. I keep staring trough the window, hearing moans and screams for help coming from the street. Steve's laying next to me, snorting lightly. I turn away from the window and turn to his sleeping form. He was a great guy, really. Not like the regular douches that usually hit on me at the gym or even at work. He was so smart and funny, even if he is a nerd.
Not that I'm not a nerd, sort of. Sure, I was more of a popular girl at school, but I also occasionally gamed or watched some anime from time to time. Not those stuff filled with murder and horrors like all the boys, but the lighter stuff. We met eachother trough my sister. She studied. They used to study together in collage. At first I though they were dating, but one night when they were just chatting they invited me to play some dumb board game with them and me and Steve really hit it off. After that, we slowly got closer and closer.
That leads us to our current situation. Me, not bound to some dickhead, but to a nice guy. A guy that I love as much as he loves me and who'll move a mountain for me.
Steve shifts and mumbles in his sleep. He's a deep sleeper. Making sure to be as quiet as a mouse, I get out from under the sheets and tip-toe myself into the bathroom. After a gently close the door behind me, I turn around and take a look at myself.
Ever since I got jumped on the metro train by that milk leaking mother bimbo, I've been noticing changes. Just remembering of her big, white boobs makes me wet like crazy and fills my mind with images that....
I stop myself. It's getting harder each and every time. I look at myself in the mirror again. My hair is just a bit longer. I'll need to cut it again. It'll be the second time since I got home. I remove my tank-top to see my boobs. Yep, definitely larger. I make a mental note to find looser clothes, too hide my increased size. I can get one of those old hoodies of Steve. I will just say I'm a bit cold. I look at my face. My eyes look the same, though my lips are definitely fuller. I'll need to figure out a way to hide that, but how? My lower half is also getting more plump, my hips widening and thighs filling out. I can just wear sweatpants or some really baggy pants from Steve's. I look at my fingernails. They have also been growing in length. I'll cut them again. I take a second to appreciate them. They looked really nice on my dainty fingers.
And they will look so nice when I wrap my hands around Steve's manhood as I pump it harder and faster until he cums and drenches my hair with his cum. I'll lick my lips as the semen runs down my face and pools between my big tits.....
I almost yelp as I pull my hand from my pants, my finders slick with my very own love juices. I snap myself out of it. Each and every time it gets harder to resist these urges and to not give in. I wash my hands, then get a cold shower to calm myself. Afterwards, I get started with my routine. Cut the hair just right, clip the fingernails, all that.
It's around 4 in the morning when I exit the bathroom. I made sure to use whatever scented soaps I had to hide the smell of sex coming from me. I look like my usual self, almost. I quietly get under the sheets and lay next to Steve. I hug him, seeking comfort in his closeness. I have to tell him. I have to. I need to tell him about me and leave, for his own safety. There are plenty of cocks in the world. I can't doom him for my own satisfaction.
For now, I drift off to sleep, praying I don't get another one where I am on my knees sucking a big fat cock.