A Force Of Habit
By Jessica Drew
Originally Posted On Fictionmania
Chapter 11
Daniel stirred beneath the covers as his alarm clock echoed around his bedroom. He lay there in a momentary bliss, as his mind gradually collected his thoughts. He sat up with a start.
Oh god! What had he done? Daniel thought back to yesterday. How he had begged Carl to turn him back into a girl, longing to feel his hands caressing his feminine body once more, only to then find himself giving him a blowjob. Daniel held his head in his hands feeling ashamed and disgusted with himself. What was wrong with him? He padded to his wardrobe to get his bath towel, scratching at his shaggy hair. Opening the wardrobe, Daniel gazed at his naked reflection in the full length mirror on the inside door.
"Oh my god!" Daniel clapped his hands to his face in shock.
His face, still recognisible as his own, looked thin and feminine and his blonde hair hung to just below his ears. He stood about 5'9", his body slender and hairless. His chest was adorned with a pair of small breasts, about an A-cup at most. His hips were narrow and between his legs he could see his limp penis, only about an inch long. Daniel turned his back to the mirror and looked over his shoulder at his reflection. His backside still looked round and peachy.
After Carl had dropped him back home, Daniel had spent most of yesterday in his room. By the time he had gone to bed, he had only just begun to notice his hair and fingernails getting shorter. It was taking longer than ever for him to revert back to his male self. And now, with school only hours away, he still seemed to be only midway through his changes. What was he going to do?
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Daniel sat gingerly down at the breakfast table, his head hung low, pulling the peak of his baseball cap down.
"Dan, come on, take your cap off at the breakfast table."
Daniel glanced up at his mother, swallowing a spoonful of cereal. When Daniel didn't comply his father spoke up.
"Daniel, what is wrong with you lately? You come home in the middle of the night, you scrape the car... Yesterday you didn't even come out of your room."
Daniel spooned more cereal into his mouth.
"Is it a girl? Is that it?"
If only he knew, Daniel thought to himself.
"I need to go to the bathroom," Daniel excused himself from the table, his head bowed.
Daniel locked the bathroom door and unbuckled his pants. He sat down on the toilet seat, his legs together, his small cock tucked between his legs as he peed. He ran his hands over his shirt, feeling his small tits. He had at least been relieved this morning to find that he still possessed a masculine wardrobe. In an effort to conceal his small breasts he had worn his most loose fitting top, along with a tight white vest underneath to try and flatten his chest. He took his baseball cap off and fingered his hair which curtained around his face in a short bob. He only had himself to blame. If only he hadn't let his stupid hormones run away with him. But just what was wrong with his hormones? Was he gay now or what? No, that was ridiculous. Not him! All of it had been a mistake. An aberration. Something to never mention again.
Right now he had to decide what he was going to do about school. He'd have to do his best to try and keep a low profile. Football was definitely out of the question, even if it did mean missing out on showering with the rest of the fit boys on the football team. Daniel shook his head. What was wrong with him?
Daniel shook his tiny penis dry and stood up, flushing the toilet.
"Why am I sitting down to pee?" Daniel wondered aloud.
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Daniel collected his school bag and made for the door. He glanced down at his body one last time. Thanks to his baggy clothing, his feminized silhouette was barely noticeable. Yes, he should be able to get away with it.
Daniel thought back to yesterday, pondering what Carl had said. How he would "call him" and then Daniel was to meet him at the mall in town. At the time he had been so sexually charged that he hadn't said no, only questioned how he would get the call seeings as he didn't own a cell phone. Even though the thought of being with Carl stirred unwanted feelings deep inside of him, Daniel vowed not to let himself get into the same situation today. He certainly wasn't going anywhere near the mall today.
Daniel passed the living room, recalling yesterday how he had pleasured himself on the sofa, bringing himself to several mind-blowing orgasms. He then caught sight of the picture of the mantel piece. Yesterday he had been startled to find that it had been a picture of himself as a girl, accepting a cheerleading trophy. Tentatively Daniel approached the mantel, gasping, as sure enough the picture still showed him as a girl. He picked it up, running his hands over it in amazement. How did this happen? It should show him as a boy accepting his football trophy for last season.
"Danielle?"
Daniel spun round, finding his father standing in the doorway. Daniel clasped the picture defensively behind his back.
"Wha..what did you call me?"
"What do you mean? What do you think I called you? Daniel, of course. That is your name isn't it?"
"Yes...yes..." Daniel rubbed his forehead confused. Perhaps he had just misheard.
"What are you holding there behind your back?"
"Uh, nothing," Daniel stammered, his voice slightly more high pitched than usual.
"Daniel!" His father rose his voice. "No more secrets! Show me."
Daniel slowly handed him the photo frame, fearing the worst, wondering how he was ever going to explain this. He watched as his father studied the picture, a warm smile spreading across his face.
"Why would you want to hide this from me, this was one of the proudest days of my life!"
"Huh?" Daniel snatched the photo back from his father and stared at it, seeing his regular male self beaming, accepting his football trophy.
"A football star just like your old man, eh?"
Daniel's father slapped him hard on the back. Daniel winced, his smaller frame nearly buckling. He felt his Dad massaging his shoulders beneath his baggy jersey.
"You lose some weight recently?"
"I, uh..." Daniel stammered.
"You're gonna need to bulk up if you're gonna try for the captaincy this year."
"I'll be fine, I'm just not feeling myself at the moment."
Daniel took his school bag, pulled his cap down tighter and headed out of the door, relieved to be away from the house.
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Daniel sat at the back of the science class, his cap still on, trying his best not to be noticed. Some of his classmates had indeed noticed something different about him, but they had been unable to quite pin it down. They seemed mostly satisfied with the explanation that he wasn't feeling well.
Their regular teacher was away today, meaning Mr. Quinn was filling in. Daniel remembered Mikayla talking about Mr. Quinn. How she used to go on and on about how cute he was. It had driven him round the bend. Yet when Mr. Quinn entered the class, Daniel immediately saw why. He felt his pulse quickening as he gazed at the teacher's deep blue eyes, his chisled jaw-line and light stubble.
He could hear Mr. Quinn speaking, but he wasn't taking any of it in. Instead Daniel sat at the back, staring longingly every time he turned to the chalk board, showing off his tight ass beneath his fitted pants.
Daniel gasped. It was happening again! First the guys in the changing room at football, then Carl Simmons, and now this? What was happening to him? Daniel blushed as he felt his tiny cock growing harder in his pants. He then got up and excused himself from the lesson.
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Daniel barged into the boy's toilets along the main school corridor, his trainers squeeking on the polished floor as he entered a cubicle and locked the door behind him.
Fumbling with his belt buckle, Daniel tugged his pants and briefs to his ankles and sat down. He stared down, seeing his small cock, stiff and pink between his smooth legs, only about two inches long. God, he felt so horny. He reached down, gently stroking his penis between his thumb and forefinger. He gasped. It seemed more sensitive than usual. He rapidly began stroking it. Having been in the unique position of having masturbated as both a boy and a girl, Daniel placed the sensation at somewhere between the two.
Daniel sighed, stopping to pull off his cap, his blonde hair falling over his eyes. He pulled his jersey and vest up over his head and looked down at his small breasts. They were tiny, but his nipples were thick and stiff and stood out prominantly from his chest. He groped at his small tits with one hand, gently teasing his sensitive nipples as he stroked his small cock harder.
"Mmmmmm." Daniel's eyes rolled back. His hand slid under his stiff shaft to caress his balls, but he was surprised to find them absent. Instead he was presented with two fleshy folds, which he never-the-less massaged, purring and biting his lower lip. His index finger explored between the folds, finding a small opening just beneath his penis. Switching to his little finger, Daniel probed it, finding it slick and wet. With a little force he was able to slide his finger right in.
"Uhhhh..." Daniel moaned effeminately as he began gently sliding his finger in and out of his small vagina, at the same time stroking his feminized cock.
After several minutes Daniel felt his hips bucking and he reached a powerful orgasm. His cock spasmed but did not produce any semen. At the same time his small pussy rhythmically tightened around his finger, gripping and suctioning at his finger.
"Yessssss, Yessssss, UHHHHHHHHH!!"
Daniel sat back, gasping for breath, absently massaging his small breasts as he came back down. He vaguely noticed they seemed a little more substantial than before, more fleshy, and his nipples were thicker. Daniel looked down, his blonde hair flopping over his face as it tickled its way over his neck and chest. Daniel fingered his growing hair, and then clutched as his breasts as they filled his small hands, spilling forth from his chest. He was turning back into a girl!
He held his arms out, watching as they slimmed further, his finger nails growing and turning a shiny pink colour. His waist pinched in, further accentuating his large breasts and widening hips which splayed out beneath him as he sat on the toilet seat. He leaned forward over the obstruction of his breasts in time to see his small cock vanishing from sight between his legs, gasping as his tummy tightened.
Daniel gasped as he felt his heavy breasts, his hands then sliding down over his flat tummy. He was a girl again! He pictured Carl, the transformation stone glowing softly in his outstretched hand.
Daniel reached between his legs for his underwear and pants, but instead found a pair of white cotton panties around his ankles, along with a small white skirt puddled at his feet. His clothes had changed again as well! He never-the-less pulled the panties up over his flat loins, feeling them moisten a little. He then began to shimmy his skirt up over his wide hips. He saw that his skirt was very short but flared, like a summer skirt. He gently smoothed it over his round backside.
Looking down, his breasts swaying a little on his chest, Daniel saw that he was wearing a pair of 3 inch pastel blue sandals. His hands hung lightly over his chest as he searched for his top, but instead he found a feminine light blue pastel top lying in a heap on the floor. He pulled it over his head, pulling his long honey-blonde hair free, and tugged it down over his large breasts.
Daniel carefully opened the cubicle door, his heels clicking on the polished floor as he walked over to the wash basins. Luckily he'd been alone in the toilets the whole time as classes had still been going on. As Daniel washed his dainty hands he stared at his beautiful reflection in the mirror; his wide expressive blue eyes, softened with eyeliner and mascara, his small nose, his pouty lips glistening with pink lipstick, his long hair hanging loose over his shoulders and back. Daniel saw that his blue top gripped his curves like a second skin and prominantly revealed his nipples beneath.
How did this happen? Had Carl used the transformation stone on him? Daniel sighed. So that had been Carl's plan. He now had no choice but to seek out Carl Simmons and try and get himself changed back. How long would it be before he was sucking on Carl's hard cock again, or worse? It was all happening again wasn't it? But no, it didn't have to go any further than he wanted it to. He just had to focus and try and ignore any strange new urges that he felt.
Drying his hands Daniel checked his appearance, turning to the side. Satisifed he turned to leave, only to find the door to the boy's toilets already open.
Sam Fletcher and Glen Wilson stood in the doorway as they lustilly looked Daniel up and down.
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"Well look what we have here Glen."
Sam Fletcher stalked around Daniel, making no attempt to disguise his lust for his curvaceous feminine body.
A wry smile lit Glen Wilson's dark face as he ran his hands through Daniel's soft blonde hair.
"Mmmm mmmm, she's one fine piece of ass alright."
Daniel stared up nervously at the two larger boys, his heart beat racing. This wasn't supposed to happen. He didn't have time to deal with them now. He could feel his football teammate's eyes undressing him as they looked him up and down.
"I don't think I saw you around the school before, what's your name?" Sam lent in, one arm against the wall as Glen stood the other side of him, penning Daniel in.
Daniel blushed as he nervously answered, "Dani."
"Well Dani, just what do you think you're doing in the boy's toilets? Doing something you shouldn't be?"
"Yeah, it smells like pussy in here," Glen chided.
Daniel's face burned red.
"Well then," Sam continued, "give me one good reason, Dani, why I shouldn't call the principal and say I caught you in here... how shall we say... doing a little self-study?"
"You wouldn't!" Daniel's mind raced. He couldn't let that happen! He'd end up spending all day in the principal's office, trying to explain who he was and what he was doing there. He had no choice but to try and bargain with them. Daniel cleared his throat,
"How about I make it worth your while? I'll do all your homework for the next month.... anything! Just... I have to go!" Daniel was desparate.
"Actually I had something else in mind." Sam looked across at Glen, grinning.
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Daniel entered the cubicle and sat down on the toilet seat as Glen and Sam squeezed in and locked the door behind them. Daniel could feel his heart racing, his chest heaving. He couldn't believe he had agreed to it, but what choice did he have? He stared up at the two boys, their close proximatey and masculine odour beginning to have an effect on him. He knew he shouldn't be doing this, but his body was beginning to tell him otherwise.
Daniel yanked at Sam's belt buckle and unzipped him, his small feminine hand gliding over his shorts, feeling his thickening bulge. As he turned his attentions to Glen, Daniel watched as Sam pulled his cock from his shorts and began to stroke it, mere inches from his face.
Daniel freed Glen's black cock, gasping at its length. He felt ashamed as he wrapped a feminine hand around each of the boy's shafts. Daniel looked up at them.
"Mmmm, that's good bitch," Glen moaned as his cock stiffened.
Daniel could feel how hot and hard they were getting, and could feel his own crotch beginning to tingle. Daniel blushed at the realisation that he was getting turned on again.
"How about wrapping those sweet pink lips round my cock?" Sam purred, stroking Daniel's hair. Daniel bit his lower lip and ashamedly parted his lips, sliding them over Sam's hard prick.
"Ohhhh yeah baby, that's good."
Daniel bobbed his head, sucking noisely. He looked up as he drew his lips up and down, watching the effect he was having on Sam. Daniel glanced at Glen who was stroking his huge cock in his hand. Daniel's lips smacked as he pulled them off of Sam's cock. He turned his attentions to Glen and began licking around the thick mushroom shaped head.
"Mmmmm." Glen laced his fingers in Daniel's blonde hair, pulling his mouth over his large penis. Daniel nearly gagged as Glen forced his cock to the back of his throat. Daniel began to panic. He couldn't
breathe, but Glen's large hand held him in place. Daniel tried his best to relax, and felt his throat begin to untighten. Glen slid his cock back and then slid it right home again, deep throating Daniel with each lunge.
Daniel felt Sam's large hand squeezing his breasts through his top causing him to gasp. He immeditely turned his attentions to Sam, sucking on his prick more eagerly.
Daniel continued like this, swapping from one boy to the other till he could taste precum oozing from their swollen glans. Gripping each of their cock's with a small hand, Daniel fiercly pumped them as he held them to his lips, licking between them both.
"Ahhhh fuck, I'm gonna cum," Sam announced proudly.
"Me too..." Glen gritted his teeth.
Daniel closed his eyes and parted his lips as torrents of cum began splattering into his mouth and across his face. Sam and Glen groped his heavy tits as they jetted cum over his chin, neck and cleavage.
"Shiiiiittt," Glen moaned as he pumped the last remaining drops into Daniel's mouth, watching as the blonde teenager gulped the salty mixture down.
"Wow!" Sam exclaimed. "You are one dirty bitch Dani."
Daniel couldn't really argue with Sam, as he lay back gasping, cum glistening over his face and chest.
...continued in Chapter 12
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