There is nothing worse than waking up one morning to find ones nipples in indescribable pain and protruding from ones chest.  It had been four months since I had begun taking the pills.  For "John", my benefactor, it was a watershed moment and one to be celebrated.  He examined my breasts with close detail, at times running his tongue across the soft, sensitive skin.  Other times gently sucking them into his mouth.  He took me into his bedroom setting me down on the edge of the bed.  With my legs pushed back onto my chest, he began to lick and penetrate my hole with his thick, muscular tongue.  At first flicking his tongue against my pussy-like hole, sending spasms of pleasure throughout my body and drawing coos of delight from me.  Then, spreading my legs wider, bathed my hole with his tongue, gently prying it open.  It was like a thick, warm, wet finger.  When he was satisfied that I was wet enough and ready for his cock, he stood up and had me reposition myself at the head of the bed.  With my legs held up in the air with one hand, he pushed his swollen cock inside me with the other as I let out an satisfied moan.

My legs rested, spread apart on his shoulders, his neck in between, as he fucked my ass.  It was slow and methodical, but I could feel every inch of him sliding in and out of me.  I was able to take him and adjust to his size much easier now.  He pushed my legs forward onto my torso, his hand sliding along my thighs, his pace quickening. The excitement from his thrusts was building up inside me.  My moans became more consistent, occasionally a higher pitched squeal when his cock hit me just right.  His thrust came faster as he leaned in leaving me gasping for air, my cock had become aroused and an erection was building when I felt him cumming.  I watched as he came, his face red, contorted, and then pleasurable release.  He leaned in and offered a soft sensual kiss.  

He wanted to buy me some things now that I was transforming into a girl.  So I sat naked in his lap, his cock teasing my ass, while we bought the first clothes of my new wardrobe.  I was squealing with excitement, after a little more than an hour I ran back to the bed and presented myself ass high up on all fours.  John sauntered over to the bed, climbing in, then framing himself behind my ass.

He mounted me, his hand firmly placed on the top of the headboard.  His cock, hard, rested against the outside of my hole.  Deftly, without a hand to guide it, he slid his cock deep down into my willing ass.  It felt so good to have him deep in side me once again.  Initially my head was above the pillows, but as he fucked me hard, thrusting down and inside my hole, I buried my face into the pillows, moaning loudly.  He his powerful thrusts were only stopped by my ass, when the two met in a loud smack.  It was intensely pleasurable as my orgasm built up inside me.  His musky sweat was dripping off his chest and abdomen as he fucked me, droplets of it hitting my back.  The palatable scent in the air filled my senses.  My high pitched moan filled the house as I came.  He leaned forward laying against my arched back.  He reached for my head and drew me in for a kiss.

The rest was momentary while he caught his breath and I recovered from my orgasm.  Once he was ready, he mounted and began fucking me again, barely missing a beat.  My ass was much more supple, but at the same time every inch of his cock sent waves of pleasure deep inside me.  For the longest time I was on the verge of orgasm.  I couldn't feel my ass, I just felt spasms where my ass would tightly cradle his cock then let go.  I really didn't know how long we had been going, at once I wanted more of his fucking but at the same time I wanted it to stop, it felt so good I didn't know what to do with myself. 

I passed out.  I came to momentarily to realize I was still having my orgasm, John still fucking me, then I passed out again.  Two hours later I woke up, John at my side, now waking me from my sleep with kisses.  John got back onto the bed, straddling my ass once again, slipping his cock in my ass.  The fucking this time was slower, shallow, less intense.  As with the previous fuck, waves of passion were sent through my ass as his cock slipped in and out.  Every now and then his angle would be off, hitting my spot and sending spasms of pleasure through my cock.

It didn't take exceptionally long before I could feel his engorged cock as it pounded my ass.  John's pace quickened, his strokes were less precise, making the fuck even more tantalizing.  Then with a hard thrust against my ass and a grunt John came inside me.    

When I left his house, I left as a co-conspirator in my transformation.  I could have gone to my parents, but then I would have been admitting to them a whole slew of things I wasn't prepared to admit, the least of which being my sexuality.  Not telling them would eventually be a choice that would blow up in my face, but my greatest freedom became with John.  Sundays became the day I could be myself.