Marci Meets Brandi (Part 2) (Paid Post #4)

Marci sat there with her shirt falling away from her tits. Brandon just staring straight into the abyss of her cleavage. “So it all started...” Marci could see that Brandon wasn't paying attention in the slightest. His attention was still stuck on her giant jubblies. “I can see this is going to be a bit of a problem, I'll change my shirt.”

As Marci stood to get a bigger shirt to cover herself up, Brandon took a look at himself. He was utterly caked in spooge. He should probably do something about that. Without looking he picked up the closest piece of cloth and started wiping.

Marci sat back down in the seat and started again with an oversize white Tee covering her feminine mounds. “So it started a couple Christmases back, it was 2020, I was alone after a rather contemptuous zoom session with the family. They had given me a set of bra and panties. I thought they were being supportive, until they burst out laughing and I knew it was nothing but a big joke to them.”

Brandon was listening intently. Trying to be as supportive a friend as they could. He was wiping cum off his clothes and stuffing the rags into his pants. For some reason they were so tiny.

“So I looked out through the window and made a wish to be the woman I felt like inside, and well you saw what happened, it was that.” Marci was having trouble making eye contact.

Brandon took a breathe as he picked up another rag. He had so many questions. “Did it hurt, the way Marc loo- I mean you loo- uh how does this all work? Is Marc you? someone else? How do you feel now?”

“I'm Marci, I was Marci before, the name just didn't fit the body, but look at this body and tell me it doesn't scream Marci.” she actually pulled her top a little tighter to show off her ladies. “I feel... I feel.... really good, comfortable. More comfortable than I've ever felt in my life. It feels so good being her. As far as the transformation being painful, that's hard to explain.” Marci looked up at Brandon for the first time since starting this explanation. “It was painful sure, but a good kind of pain- wait, what happened to your beard?”

Brandon was wiping semen from his cheek and it was acting almost like Nair without the tingling burning session. His hair was falling off his cheek just as easily as the semen was. “I, uh, I'm not sure.”

Marci was watching Brandon closely. “Wait, what are you doing with my panties?”

Brandon spread out one of the rags he was wiping the cooling cum off his face with. “I'm, uh, shit, I, uh don't know.” Brandon's hands were shaking.

“Brandon?”

“Marc? I mean dude? Shit I mean Marci!?” Brandon was struggling as his hands shook more. Both him and Marci watched as his fingers outstretched and every single knuckle rapidly popped. “What!? Ow! What's happening! Fuck! That fucking hurt!”

Marci's eyes went huge. “Oh no! No no no no no no no! Just breathe, relax, I'm sorry, shit, I'm so sorry.” they both watched as Brandon's hand relaxed into a very feminine hand.

“Oh man oh man oh man! I don't want to be a womaaaaaaa-” Brandon screamed out again as his other hand went through the popping routine. “FUCK! You said it was good kind of pain you Jackass! That's gender neutral right?” Marci bit her lip and nodded. “Good, You fucking Jackass!  There is nothing good about this pain! All I feel is AAARRGH!” Brandon lurched forward grabbing his stomach. His hair was stretching and going from chestnut brown to a fiery red falling down past his shoulders. He looked up at Marci. “Help me!”

Marci watched as Brandon's eyes were going from sad and round to sultry sexy and alluring. Marci couldn't believe it, was she getting wet right now? Her pussy was throbbing. Here Brandon was begging for help, and all Marci could think of was how badly she wanted to touch herself. She just really wanted to finger the fuck out of herself while Brandon changed. She's only ever changed, she's never been able to just watch.

Brandon slammed his back into the chair and arched his chest forward. His knees were spreading wide open and Marci could see his thigh pulsing. But more importantly, she could see his cock pumping in his pants that were just fucking stuffed with her panties. “Fuck it's just so-” Brandon twisted in his seat and reached for his fly. His little womanly hands struggling to get the zipper down. “tight. So tight!”

Marci reached over and helped undo Brandon's fly. The bulge that was growing popped out as soon as the fly was undone. She looked up at Brandon. “Do you see now? See how good it feels?”

Brandon was looking down at Marci, biting his lip, and nodding quietly. His lip slipped form between his teeth and came out soft, plump, and kissable. His hands, as girly as they were, were moving slowly toward the bulge.

“No no!” Marci grabbed his wrists and pulled them away. Holding them down against the armrests. “Trust me. It's better this way.”

Brandon was twisting, whimpering in his seat. His waist was cinching in. The head of his cock was snaking its way to the side of the rubber waistband. Filling his boxer briefs. Marci looked down. She remembered the feeling of her cock stretching and growing not only just moments before, but those other times too. And it was making her, so, Fucking HORNY! She was having trouble controlling her breathing.

Brandon saw her chest heaving, and was it swelling even bigger? Brandon could feel her grip actually getting tighter. The only way to get any kind of relief was to kick off his shoes. It was so easy now that he had pretty little ballerina feet. He thrusted his hips up and slammed his ass back down in the seat over and over. Grinding his way to relief from this boiling arousal. His pants slipping from those widening hips and down his legs that were now so soft sleek and smooth.

Marci was feeling this sensation, kind of like that one time, in the dressing room, was she actually still changing? And was it actually making her even bigger? How was this possible? And why was it so hot. Maybe it was because Brandon's hard cock was finally slipping from those seemingly impenetrable underwear. The hard shaft actually pulling the band down, as it popped out erect and getting harder by the second.

Brandon was whimpering hard. “Please Marci! It's so hard! Please I need to touch it. Just one touch just one little stroke. PLEASE!” Marci had her eyes shut, so she couldn't see the pleading look in his eyes. Her thighs were shaking hard. Was she cumming?

Marci shuddered and her body stretched up a bit more, that over size shirt getting even tighter around her gorgeous tits. This was just making Brandon's cock harder, and the more he looked down at it and up at Marci's tits. The longer that rock hard cock stretched.

Marci was still cumming as her tits were spilling out below her shirt. This orgasm that was electrifying her veins and the growth was not only amplifying her stature, but also her arousal. She had to bend lower and lower to keep Brandon from grabbing that cock, not yet, he couldn't stroke himself yet. But as she bent lower and her tits got bigger, that stretching cock got closer and closer.

Brandon's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He was so fucking close! That purple mushroom head was pulsing mightily. Before he knew it, he felt the softest mounds wrapping around the shaft. His attention rocketed from the back of his head to the biggest, most gorgeous tits he'd ever seen bouncing on his yard long shaft. Marci was tit fucking the shit out of him!

Brandon opened his mouth to scream but there was a blockage. Something stopping him from letting out that squeal of pure unadulterated lust. He threw his head back and rolled it from shoulder to shoulder as his voice was finally being let out in tiny, but ever growing feminine squeaks until a completely feminine moan of thirsty horniness just erupted from his, now her, throat. Her jaw dropped as she looked from Marci's bouncing tits to her quivering cock stuck in there. She looked down at her chest and watched it swell into a soft bouncing pair of D cups. “Oh Fuck this! Fuck YOU! I Needs this more than you know!”

Brandon stripped her hands from Marci's grip, and tore her cock from the soft heaven that was her cleavage and just stroked herself so fast that the precum mixing with her grip.

“Oh shit!” Marci finally snapped out of her growing trance. Looking down at her friend, who was once Brandon, but was now someone else entirely. And She was going to town on herself. Whimpering one split second and aggressively moaning the next. Marci could tell her friend was about to cum, and she just had the best idea. “Wait! Wait wait wait, just wait one second!”

“I can't! I can't stop! I can't hold it back any more! I'm gonna fucking explode!” God Her new voice was so fucking hot!

Marci was scrambling as she grabbed a garbage bin, and quickly tossed it over the top of it. Finally, her friend screamed out in that sexy as fuck voice and all that cum just fire hosed into the bin filling it as easily as a faucet fills a coffee mug.

“Holy shit!” they both gasped as that massive member twitched from after shocks and shrank and dwindled into a pretty clit between her legs, leaving a thick almost foot wide trail of cum from the bucket.

The Friend formerly known as Brandon was breathing so heavy, she could hardly talk. Marci simply looked at her and asked, “Now, What's your name?” Her friend tried to speak, but that orgasm had exhausted her.  So she stood up and those boxer briefs slipped down her legs. Her legs were too weak and she collapsed onto her knees as she crawled to the trail. She wrote into the sperm, B-R-A-N-D-O-N.

Marci looked down at the name and shook her head. She wiped the O and N away and drew the cutest little “i” with a heart over it. She tossed a tiny little black thong over to Brandi. “Put those on.”

Brandi slipped on the panties and stood up. Marci could not stop looking at her gorgeous feminine figure. Her pussy throbbed again. Even being almost twice as tall, Marci was craving Brandi's touch so much.

Brandi looked over her ass and then up to Marci. She was curious what she was planning to do with it, the bucket of cum, but right now she was powerfully horny. Both of them were. “Come with me. I need to show you how to use that thing.” Marci said as she pointed down to Brandi's brand new pussy. Brandi's twat tingled and she knew it was going to be a good night.