Becoming missy - Chapter 4

I couldn't deny the intense desire that filled me, and I was more aroused than I'd ever been before. I wanted to like, quench this burning, never-ending thirst for pleasure, to drink it in and feel it wash over my new, sensuously sinful form. I slid my fingers deeper, feeling the slick wetness that had already gathered in my arousal. Oh, my slutty bimbo body was so unbelievably like, horn and stuff that I loved it totes much.

The mere touch of my own fingers sent like, shockwaves of pleasure right through me that I just couldn't resist. My hands roamed over my newly--formed curves, like a sexual predator, seeking out every spot that felt incredibly ah-mazing. Having no idea how to quench this new desire running through my veins, I knew there was like, no turning back.

But how could something like this take place? Who the hell, like, transformed me into this 18-year-old bombshell who had a never-ending hunger for orgasmic satisfaction? The question kept buzzing around in my smoking hot, blonde head, as I groaned with pleasure and slid my like, fingers even deeper inside my freshly-formed sex. Every inch of my new body felt incredible, but the hunger inside me was just, like, two seconds away from taking over.