On the one hand I was horrified atthe thought of how I would cope with bigger breasts but on the other wasterribly aroused at the thought that I would...have an erotic feeling ofbeing stuck in the body of a big breasted woman. I might look like awoman but deep inside my mind must surely be male.In the weeks beforehand the surgery I would imagine that the bigger mybreasts were the more aroused I would become at the thought. I was goingto be more stuck as a woman and that certainly helped me cope. I want you to push your finger as far as you can into that little cunt, fuck yourself for me." I bit down onto my bottom lip before I pressed my finger into my sex, diving in as far as I could before slowly withdrawing. The motion was repeated over and over, my pace quickening without realizing it. I was lost in my own little world now thinking about his cock and the way it would feel fucking me. I was craving him now that I could see him and how turned on he was. The thought of him being. The empty hole in his loins felt the ghosts of the whore's memory inaddition to the thief's violation. He wanted to retch but even startingto do so it forced him to recall when she had done so and why. His needto kill the sorceress warred with his growing dread of her.And then there was the sphere. As he rolled forward bathed in hisvisceral loathing of what she had made of him; of what she had forced onhis mind there was the second sphere he saw her release. As he regainedhis equilibrium he saw. . no nit picking I lay there between your legs. A shakeing pile of nerves. I can still taste you coating my throat. That sweet saltiness with a hint of metal. Like sucking a penny coated in butterscotch. Its only you. Youve turned down the egg to the lowest setting. My nerves are still so raw though that even that makes me shake violently. Turning the egg off you lay my head on the couch and get up to leave the room. The cool fabric of the couch feels great on my heat soaked skin and I lay.