The Pink Pill - 3/4
The climax of the story - and no other bad puns.
The Pink Pill - Chapter 3
She whimpered, grabbed her breasts and slowly caressed them, moving her fingers over them, feeling the contours, massaging... She positioned her hands around her breasts, firmly grasping them. She used her index fingers to pop off the suction cups, exposing her large nipples which were swollen and -. Her fingers touched the nipples, completely blanking her thoughts for a brief moment as she was completely overwhelmed by how sensitive they had become. She continued playing with her nipples, very softly rubbing a few fingers across them, occasionally massaging her breasts. She began sucking on the gag, grinding against the toys, demanding more. "Please. More. Anyone. Fuck me. Finger me. Just let me cum!" She felt the warm toy linger inside her, stuck, stretching her. In desperation, she moved her arms upwards and began searching for the release on the straps, pulling them through the rings until she felt the cold metal. She pressed them down and quickly pulled her arms away, finally freeing herself. She threw the straps to the side and grabbed her breasts again. She still had to earn it. Work for it. Her hands moved more freely over her breasts and started exploring her upper body, finding out just how subtly different it felt to what she was used to. Slowly caressing her body, she moved her hands downwards - only to bring them back up to her breasts again, teasingly playing with her nipples. Finally, she caved in. She moved her right hand down, over her wet and slippery lips, gently massaging. She felt her arousal build up even more, radiating through her body, tightening her muscles around every detail of the toys inside her. She grabbed the base of her favourite, gently pulling, teasing herself with the thick knot sliding inside her. She pulled it out, only to slowly slide it back in again, feeling how it rubbed against her wet skin, filling her with every inch and finally knotting her again. She rubbed her lips and clitoris with her left hand, slightly pushing her fingers next to the toy. The room around her seemed to drift away, all that she could feel was the barrage of sensations and excitement rushing through her body, pouring oil on her fiery arousal. She grabbed the toy and repeatedly thrust it inside her while her left hand rubbed aimlessly all over her wet crotch, getting faster and faster. Each sensation, each stroke, each thrust added to the pressure boiler of arousal inside her. Stimulations bounced around inside her. She caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, how she laid there - legs forcefully spread, bare breasts following her rough movements, her left hand stroking her pussy hard, her right hand fucking herself with the black silicone toy, the look of desperation, arousal and bliss on her face with the penis gag in her mouth...
Her body tensed up as she felt a sudden wall of arousal burst through her, rapidly increasing before quickly peaking. She moaned deeply, muffled by the gag as she climaxed, still continuing her relentless rubbing and penetration. "HhchhoooUUUUUUUuuuuuuuuUUUUHhhhchhh..." She heard herself, the echo in the room reminding her of her voice, her situation, how much she enjoyed it and how normal it felt despite everything. The excitement declined rapidly, back to the level she felt previously before having burst out into an orgasm. She slowed down. Her heart raced inside her body, she could feel it beating in her ears, arms - all kinds of places. She breathed heavily from exhaustion, but her arousal did not drop off rapidly. She slowly let herself glide down, enjoying the afterglow of her hard earned climax.
She put the toy down next to her, noticed that it was very - wet. She stretched her arms, only now feeling just how much her left hand played with her - she did not expect having to clean up so much afterwards. The pumped up plug inside her was still vibrating. She sat up, opened the cuffs on her feet and grabbed the remote to turn off the vibrator. Her hands searched for the pump ball with the valve attached and let out a bit of the pressure out on the plug. She still felt it, but it appeared more comfortable, less tight now. Curiously, she smelled her own, wet left hand - it was an unusual, soft but not unpleasant smell, one that had softly lingered around her for quite a while now.
She carefully sat up, pulling her legs closer to her. They were tense. In all her excitement she had not noticed how much of a toll this session had taken on her. She rubbed her legs, looking closer at them. Her brain still hadn't adjusted fully to how she looked - especially around her pelvis. She quickly popped the thought that popped up inside her. If she were to do this more often, longer or any time at all, she definitely would have to take precautions. She knew how aroused she could get and could not risk certain things she might regret later.
Anyway. She cautiously stood up. Her sore feet were shaking slightly. She held the remote control and pump ball in her hands to avoid having them dangling down between her legs and further pulling on the plug. Slowly, she tiptoed towards the bathroom.
The rest was usual routine. Get rid of the plug, clean the toys, and get ready for a shower. As she stepped into the shower, she noticed that she had only men's shower gel. Somehow, this did not seem appropriate. On the other hand, why was she even adapting, changing what she liked? Still, it did not seem to be such a nice thing right now. Begrudgingly, she turned on the water, waiting for it to get warm and hot enough before stepping underneath the shower head. The hot water flowed down her body and it felt almost as if it was taking all the exhaustion, arousal and worries with it. She stayed under the stream for a few minutes, just letting the water flow over her. She took the shower gel, applied it to her sponge and turned the shower head to the side so that the water would still heat up the air and she wouldn't have to readjust the controls to get the right temperature later when she needed it again. The sponge slid slowly massaging over her arms and she took great care to apply the soft foam all over her white and black fur. It slid further over her small shoulders and she played with the slippery foam as she applied the soap to her breasts and chest. She saw them more and more as a part of herself and less as something that was special or teasing. She continued further downward, massaging over her stomach. As she approached her crotch, she got more careful. She bent over and lift her left leg, gently massaging in the soap at her round, soft butt cheek, continuing over her feminine legs downwards until she reached her toes. She lowered her leg and repeated the process with her right butt cheek and leg. She rubbed the sponge over her butt and backside, using her hands to spread the soap, massaging it into the wet fur. She felt less surprised by her own body, slowly she must have gotten used to most of her proportions. For a few minutes she just stood there, massaging her slightly slippery and wet body, letting her hands gently slide over all her curves and contours. She breathed a relaxed sigh and turned the shower head back towards herself, rinsing off the sponge before massaging the soap out of her fur on her body.
All the tension, stress, nervousness just seemed to melt away as she stood under the flowing hot water. "That... was worth it." she said to herself, already feeling much more comfortable with how she perceived her own voice. Maybe she could record her own voice later, or even take a picture - but right now, that would leave too much of a trace of "her" weekend. She also felt that she might not like the idea of seeing or hearing herself later. She turned off the water and wiped off her arms, legs, butt and body before shaking herself and grabbing her violet towel. At least the colour was still fitting and looked nice against her white and black fur. She towelled herself off before wrapping the long towel around her chest, trying to already get some routine with how she should behave, and stepped out of the shower. She admired how the soft towel hugged her more - feminine curves, even though she really could still lose some weight. At least the extra weight was distributed more - nicely. She grabbed her powerful hair dryer and plugged it into the wall socket. She opened the knot she made in her towel and hung it up to dry. A few minutes later, she had blow-dried herself almost completely. There she was, a short, female, currently rather fluffy husky. At least the fluffiness would decline in a few minutes, at the latest once she wore some clothes again.
She quickly cleaned up, leaving the toys she had used out to dry in the bathroom, putting the ropes, straps and other accessories back into the drawer. She picked up her, still wet, pants and hung them up to dry too. She still had another pair, but she wanted to save that one for Saturday, when she had almost an entire day to spend. She took a look at her wristwatch. Late night, close to midnight. She had gamed for longer than she anticipated and it was getting late. She didn't feel like going to bed right now and still wanted to relax for a bit. She slipped into her pyjama, which still fit her - although she wasn't sure if she shouldn't choose something different should she ever repeat such a weekend. She stretched, closed the cupboard, turned off the lights and left the bedroom. With a relaxed sigh she let herself sink into the couch, turning the TV back on before grabbing the wireless keyboard. Leaning further back, she pulled up a TV series she had only seen a few episodes of and continued with the next episode in order. Her gender was becoming more of a superficial thing, yet she still felt happy to live like this. She occasionally felt herself drawn back into the real world, when the show wasn't grabbing her attention and focus as much. She still felt very comfortable and normal. A smile as she saw herself, slightly touching her body to reaffirm that she wasn't just imagining things. Satisfied and happy, she looked back to the TV, following the show again. One episode followed another and soon she found herself deliberating whether she was too tired or too curious for the next episode. Her burning eyes shifted the scales in favour for her body's demand for sleep. She yawned. It was a cute yawn, she found, but that might just have been her sleep-deprived mind. Slowly she stood up and switched off the TV and other electronics in the living room. In every room of her apartment she opened the windows to air the rooms out while she was busy in the bathroom. Cleaning her teeth took her a while. She had not expected to have such strong muscle memory and subtle changes. More than one time she almost rammed her toothbrush into either her teeth or cheek, mostly just startling herself. She walked over to the toilet and almost wanted to stand in front of it out of pure routine, but her peripheral vision reminded her before she could make a fool out of herself. Nobody would have seen it, but she would have held it against herself anyway.
While washing her hands, she took one last look into the mirror. The woman smiled tiredly back at her. She smiled back at herself. She didn't feel that much disconnect between her own reflection and her own face as initially. It still looked like her, only - different, kind of like after getting different glasses or something new to wear. Gaining or losing weight has had a similar impact on her in the past, when her reflection was slightly different - and usually it was different from her expectations anyway.
She went back into the bedroom, turning on her reading light and setting an alarm on her mobile phone. She quickly checked that nobody had called her but so far her "weekend for myself" worked like a charm. She plugged the phone into the charger and lied down, pulling the blanket up to her shoulders and sinking into the mattress. She could feel how her body felt different, different parts being hugged more or less tightly by the blanket or pressing more or less into the mattress. Still having images, sounds, phrases and concepts of the series she was binge-watching previously in her head, she wasn't falling asleep easily. She turned around, again feeling the difference to her memory. She even tried lying face down, where she noticed that she traded one potentially distracting and annoying thing for breasts. Which were also potentially distracting and annoying, but nonetheless awesome - except when they would keep her from sleeping. At least she wasn't having an erection right now - a fact that she revelled in. No sleepless night just because of annoying little things like that - or in her, or rather his case, annoying average things.