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The Tails of Graduation - Part 2 by Zmeydros (edited by Tiliquain and Journeymanic)

The blackout curtains in my room made late morning into twilight. I would have opened them, but after waking up to sweat soaking my sheets, I was just laying in my bed with every inch of my skin feeling sensitive. The flu often did this to me and sometimes it intensified into a full body itch. It was kinda funny that I'd gotten the flu instead of the Tail Virus, but it sucked that I had to deal with feeling crappy when I had so much to do.

I stared at the glow-in-the-dark stars I'd put all over my ceiling when I was eleven while my parents were sleeping. My dad had teased me about being afraid of climbing the ladder, and for that entire week, I was waiting for my parents to go to bed so I could take out the ladder and try going one step higher. It took my parents a month to notice that the stars were up there and neither of them remembered helping me do it. I let it remain a mystery for a long time.

On my wall was a framed movie poster for "Amelie" next to a wall scroll for "Kimi no Na wa." Under them, on top of my dresser, stood an army of figurines I'd found in thrift stores. One section was all dinosaurs that were featherless, and otherwise outdated according to current paleontology, including a brontosaurus nearly a foot tall.

Next to them was a smattering of superheroes and protagonists from ancient children's cartoons. Amongst those were all four Ninja Turtles from the original run of the show. The anime section was just a smattering of whatever was popular in the US over the past few decades. My favorite figurine was a six-inch-tall Yugi from Yu-gi-oh! I giggled every time I saw the purple and black plastic between his hair spikes. Like, his hairstyle literally had nonsensical color accents built in. He was so extra that it made me smile.

Other than all that, my room was a place to store video recording equipment and the industrial wire shelf on the wall opposite my dresser was overflowing with it. There was outdated stuff I should get rid of but was unsure of whether I could replace. There was lower grade equipment that I had as a backup, and, finally, the expensive stuff that I used all the time.

As I gazed lovingly at those full shelves, I realized I needed a couple shots of myself working at my desk to splice in during a voiceover I'd already recorded. With a groan, I got off my bed and opened my curtains. I closed my eyes and hissed at the light that was now pouring into my room. Whenever I let the sun in, I got a taste of what a vampire would feel when thrust into daylight. It took me a minute or two to feel awake enough to put my pajama pants on and shuffle downstairs to get breakfast.

Both of my parents were already up and doing stuff somewhere in town, so I just brought a giant bowl of cornflakes back to my room and switched between shoveling spoonfuls in my mouth and setting up for recording myself at my desk. Since Friday night, it seemed every time I got food, I needed three servings. Normally, when I got sick, my appetite suffered. It was odd to have hunger pangs that were as bad as stomach aches. I figured it would pass once I got over whatever was ailing me.

Just before I got done with my cornflakes, my phone rang. Detaching it from its charger, I answered the call from Linnette with a lazy, "Hey, hey."

"Hope I didn't wake you," her voice was warm and far more energetic than mine.

"Nah, I'm nearly done with breakfast." My spoon made the glass bowl ring as I scooped up more cornflakes.

"I take it you didn't get any Tail Virus symptoms since we last saw each other?"

I shook my head and then realized I was on the phone and said, "Nope." Making her worry about the chills and fever I'd had wasn't necessary.

"Good." She breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey, do you still have no idea how you got the Tail Virus?" I asked.

"You know, I've been thinking about that. I have interacted with students who had it, but I've never been in contact with their fluids." She paused.

"At least, as far as you know," I observed.

"Eeeeewwwww! Don't even go there!"

I grimaced. "Sorry, but the only way to get the Tail Virus is to come into contact with sexual fluids from a recently-transformed victim. That doesn't leave many options."

She sighed. "You're right, but I'm still going to hold it against you."

I laughed. "Fair enough...I have no idea if I'm onto something or not, but do you remember anything odd that happened semi-recently?"

"Ugg, alright. Let me think." She paused for a minute. "A female donkey mosaic wearing very baggy pants offered to buy me a latte out of the blue. I remember feeling bad for her. So many victims of the hermaphroditic strain end up in ugly baggy pants. I think I'm going to be wearing lots of skirts."

"I'd take baggy pants over skirts any day," I said.

She paused. "Hmm, you've never worn a skirt, have you?"

"I wore a skirt...once." Trying to get us back on track, I asked, "So, this mosaic just offered to get you a latte for no obvious reason?"

"Kinda? She asked me for help finding a book on the French Revolution, but she couldn't tell me which class it was for. Then, when I found the book and we got back to my desk, she offered to get me a latte for my trouble."

"Uhh, that is pretty odd." I thought for a moment. "What did you end up getting?"

"That's where it gets really strange, I told her I was more in the mood for some green tea with soymilk, but she insisted I try the salted caramel latte from the Twin Mermaid down the street." She inhaled sharply. "You don't think she...I can't even say it."

"Well, did it taste odd?"

"Eeeew!" She sounded like the sheltered girl in a teen who'd just caught her brother making out with her best friend.

I waited for her to recover and then asked, "So, you didn't notice any odd aftertaste or anything?"

"Not really, what would it have tasted like?"

"Salted caramel?" I quipped.

"You are terrible!" she said.

"It's how I cope."

She chuckled. "You think I should report that incident?"

"The trash got removed, so I doubt they could find the cup. I don't think we have any evidence. Maybe we should see if we can try to find her and then go from there?"

"Sure, there can't be that many donkey girls with bad emergency fashion sense at school."

"Let's switch to something way more fun." My heart picked up its pace as I asked, "Have you had more symptoms?"

"Fun for you, maybe." Linnette chuckled. "Yesterday was a wild ride."

"Oh, something happen?" I asked.

"Few more scales, minor changes here and there, and I'm sure you can guess the rest," she said.

I blushed. "Urges?"

"Umm." She paused. "That is how the virus works."

Immediately, I was annoyed that she was being so indirect. I'd feel bad if I pried too hard, but I wanted to at least try to get more details. "It's fine if you don't want to talk about it, but I'd be happy to listen."

"Thanks for offering, but it would be inappropriate." Her voice was distant and sad.

"Why would it be inappropriate?" Stroking my hand down my belly, I pulled the phone away from my face so I could huff in delight and not be heard.

It was almost better not knowing what she'd done. I was imagining all sorts of scenarios, her jerking off in a bathroom stall at the canal museum trying not to make too much noise, her waking up with morning wood and having to cum quickly so that she could leave the house with her sister, her getting hard when her sister was sitting right next to her and trying to hide it, and her accidentally giving her sister the Tail Virus! That last one was so evil, so wrong. Why did it make me shiver and want to rub my pussy against my seat?

"Because you're a high school student and I'm the librarian at your school? I thought it was obvious."

I almost said, "But, you came all over my face yesterday." Instead, I just voiced thoughts that had been drifting through my head over the last day or so, "We're both adults and I saw you...change yesterday. It's not like you grade my papers or anything. There's no real power imbalance."

"Hmm, it's not like I'm pushing it on you." She sighed. "I'm still not sure it's a good idea to involve you in that part of my life."

Now I was sounding sad. "If it makes you uncomfortable to talk to me about it, I won't pry."

"It's not making me uncomfortable." She groaned. "When I think about talking to you about yesterday, it has a...different...effect. And that response is what's making me uncomfortable."

The way she said the word "different" had me grabbing at my right breast. My heart raced as I asked, "Why?"

"Because you're still in high school and I feel like a pervert getting excited about telling you lurid details about my life."

"You've got the Tail Virus, it's--"

She cut in. "That's no excuse. Level of arousal cannot be a factor in determining whether someone was in the wrong or not. That's a slippery slope I cannot abide."

I raised my voice in exasperation, "But I don't mind, Linnette. I'm telling you it's okay for you to talk to me about that stuff and I don't mind if you get hard while doing it."

"But it's not okay. You were so shocked and overwhelmed yesterday that I was worried about you. If I go over this bridge with you and bring sex into our friendship, I'll have to deal with the fact that you're just humoring me and trying to be a good friend. I don't want you doing that." She sounded so distraught that I was starting to worry.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to get up the nerve to tell her about what I'd done in the bathroom after seeing her dragon pussy. It seemed easy as just saying the words, but I waited and they didn't come out. I thought she'd be disgusted with me for sexualizing her misfortune, and even worse, I didn't want anyone to know about my kink. "But I don't mind! I am here for you and I'm not overwhelmed by what happened yesterday anymore."

"I'm sorry, I need time to think. Let's talk later, okay?" Her voice was flat, like she was suddenly free of all the emotions she'd been expressing.

When she got like this, I knew I couldn't push her anymore, so I said, "Sure."

When she hung up, the silence hurt as much as the loud bangs from too-close fireworks. I just stared at my phone, crotch tingling just to mess with me. Tears trickled down my cheeks as I reeled from what felt like the worst disagreement we'd had. I was attracted to her and she shared that attraction and was disgusted with herself for it. We were both disgusted with ourselves.

If I'd told her the truth, I would have probably gotten to hear her talk about yesterday and satisfied both my curiosity and my libido. But I was too fucking ashamed to do that.

Not wanting to feel what I was feeling, I made sure my Panasonic HC-X1 camcorder was secure on its tripod and then sat at my desk and opened my laptop. I figured working on some video editing for my short film would look good as a clip and opened up Final Cut. I got several thirty second clips of me working from different angles before I decided that was good enough. Since I was already editing and had some momentum, I kept working, but that didn't last long.

The screen became heavily distorted as my eyes filled with tears. I wiped them away and tried to keep editing a few times before I gave up, grabbed Billy from my dresser, and flopped into my bed. I had no explanation for why this stupid puke green brontosaurus was my crying buddy, but he'd been with me since I was seven. Holding him against my chest, I wailed and let myself feel like a total fuckup. I'd made Linnette uncomfortable, I'd hidden how I really felt from her, and I wanted to masturbate but was worried I'd think about her if I did. None of it made any sense. I'd never had a crush on a woman even though I'd long suspected I was bisexual. And I didn't even know if this was a crush. All I wanted was to hear her cum again, hear her talk about her new life with a cock so I could get off to it.

I was the worst person. The absolute worst.

My crying stretched on until my hands ached from clutching Billy so hard, until I had lost track of time and tears. Then I was just lying there while staring at the giant oak tree in our front yard through my sheer privacy curtains while feeling painfully empty.

This was silly! Since when did I let new discoveries about myself ruin my day? My attraction to Linnette was mixed with a deep friendship. We were best friends, for God's sake! I wanted to be there for her, to let her vent her frustrations like I always did, like she'd done for me...the getting off was a side benefit. Or was it the main event this time? Even if it was, it wasn't like she wasn't going to get anything out of it. She'd probably jack off while telling me the story, and if she knew I was doing the same, she wouldn't feel as embarrassed about it.

Wishful thinking, for sure, but I was the type of girl that tried things. I was the type of girl that called my friends back to tell the truth. Well, after I'd had more time to recover.

Every bit of sadness that lifted from me was replaced by a mixture of anxiety and hopeful horniness. My hands drifted over my sensitive nipples, belly, and sides as I started feeling warm everywhere, like I was having another fever. Except this time, I didn't feel ill, I felt energetic and, well, hot.

Brushing my fingers over my clit, I barked out a moan. I let out a frustrated groan as I peeled off my pajama pants and panties. Then I grabbed my simple egg-shaped vibrator and some lube out of the top drawer of my nightstand and started playing. First, I rubbed my vibrator over my clit and mound while cursing at how good it felt. Then, I popped the egg inside and kicked at the bed while I thought about Linnette pressing up against my side while cuddling me and encouraging me to cum for her.

A minute later, I turned off the vibrator and exchanged Billy for my phone and my hands-free headset. If I didn't call Linnette soon, we wouldn't have much time for the conversation that we needed to have before she went to volunteer at the parrot shelter.

Sitting naked on my bed with my phone in my hand, I was nervously asking myself a flurry of "what ifs." I turned on my vibrator and teased my clit trying to push all that fear out of my mind. Anything was worth trying at this point, I needed to get over myself and talk to her. Using pleasure to override my anxiety and promising I would be happier knowing her response, I unlocked my phone and called her.

When she picked up, I said, "Hello?"

"Hi, I still need some time to think," she said.

Cupping my muff with my hand, I shivered. The urge to moan right into the phone was intoxicating. "I have something I need to tell you and then I can let you be."

"What's that buzzing?"

I blushed beet red. My vibrator was still on! Riding the rising tide of arousal inside me, I said, "My vibrator."

"What!?" She said it so loud I wanted to pull my earbuds out.

Biting back my nervousness, I let the truth spill out of me. "I lied. I wanted to hear you talk about yesterday because..." Words were refusing to come to me. "Because I--On Friday, I wasn't overwhelmed. Well, I thought I was, but when I ran off to the bathroom I masturbated thinking about you transforming and...I'm so sorry. I snuck a peek at your pussy when you lifted your balls. And--and--"

"Slow down." She took a deep breath. "Are you trying to tell me that you're attracted to me?"

"Oh yes!" I exclaimed as I bucked against my hand.

"And you're masturbating right now thinking about me?" Her voice was soft, cautious.

Her knowing how I felt and still being willing to talk to me only made me want to go harder. I turned up the intensity on the vibrator. "Mmmnnnhhh! Those scales are so sexy! And your thighs and your ass and your dragon pussy and--AAAH!--your cock!"

"What has gotten into you?" She let out a groan that made me even wetter.

"Are you touching yourself?" I asked.

"Wait, back up, you liked seeing me change?"

"I'm sorry! I know it's a weird kink." I bit my lip.

"We all have at least some weird kinks." She chuckled. "I was under the impression that you weren't all that interested in sex. Everyone else I know talks far more about boys and girls than you."

"You don't mind?"

Another groan came from her. "Why would I? Kinks aren't conscious decisions."

"Are you stroking your cock?" I asked.

"Y-yes." I could barely hear her she was so quiet.

"Unf! What do the b-barbs feel like?" I was now thrusting my hips so hard that my bed was complaining.

"They're very sensitive. Like, they're soft enough I can bend them and, when I do, it feels reeaaally good." She moaned.

My clit was so big! I couldn't believe how aroused I was. It felt bigger than it was on Friday. "What changed yesterday?"

"My cock gained two inches and my tail gained six, I got scales going up past my knees and up to my belly button. I've got some belly scales that are mauve like the ones that are--" she gasped, "around my pussy."

"I want to see! Can we do a video call?"

"There's no need for that, I could just snap a picture and send it."

Bringing all my courage to bear, I said, "But I want to see what you're doing while we talk."

"You're really that into me? You want to watch me masturbate?" The awe in her voice made me a bit self-conscious.

"Yes!" I moaned stroking my inch-long clit like a little prick. Since when was my clit this amazing?

"Okay! Skype me back." She hung up.

I set my laptop on the bed and then called her back. "Okay, so everything working good? Can hear me okay?"

"Yes, all good on my end," her words were coming out unevenly because she was a bit nervous. Her breasts weren't as big as mine, but they still fit her stocky frame well. Her bit of extra around the middle made her look wonderfully cuddly. The mauve belly scales had made it up to her belly button and were larger than the red scales that flanked them. She was using a selfie stick to give me a nice view of her upper body including her face.

"Oh my! You ditched your clothes already." My eyes were wide in appreciation as I said, "And, news flash, you're beautiful!"

She waved her free hand dismissively. "Oh, you don't have to go that far. I'm just an overweight middle-aged woman who happens to have some scales."

"I've never been more attracted to a woman in my life," I said, meaning it.

With a deep blush, she said, "Oh, now you're just buttering me up."

"I'm dead serious."

"Even though you can't see my cock from this angle?" She tilted her head. "I thought that's what did it for you?"

"Me too, but apparently there's more to it." I shrugged. "Here, let me show you the goods." I flashed my pussy at my laptop's camera and then pulled up my oversized T to show her my belly and just a hint of my bust. I was going to do a nice reveal of those later.

"God, if I'm beautiful, you're Aphrodite herself." She moved her phone so I could see her erection. With those two extra inches, her cock was looking monstrous, in a good way. It was so hard that it was bouncing with her heartbeat and seeing it on her made her go from beautiful to the hottest thing I'd ever seen. She stroked herself slowly, saying, "Look at what you've done to me."

I whimpered as I tried not to cum, but lost it when she started stroking herself. Her barbs were flicking back into place whenever her hand slid fully over them and her moans were as deep and sensual as what I'd heard in the library. As I came, my clit got even more engorged becoming as big the end of my pinky finger. I thrashed on the bed nearly knocking my laptop off while moaning with abandon.

The moment I was quiet enough so she could speak, Linnette said, "Wow!"

Having to stop touching myself so I could speak, I asked, "How are you feeling about your cock? You still sad you have it?"

"Mixed feelings, still. But it does offer some incredible sensations." She grabbed at her knot and squeezed which made her grunt and shove her hips forward as a bead of pre formed at the tip. "Especially the knot."

I didn't allow myself to tell her that I wanted her to knot me and fill me. That was likely going too far. "How about your pussy? Do you like the changes there?" Taking off my T-shirt, I finally put my breasts on display.

Her eyes went wide. "No wonder you have me massage your back sometimes."

"Yep, that's the price of triple D's," I squeezed them between my arms like I'd seen in some porn on the internet. Sexy poses were outside my expertise, but I figured I'd at least try.

"Oh! You asked me about my pussy." She moved the phone down and lifted her scaly balls slowly. Her snatch, thighs, everything was covered by scales in that area and her sex was every bit as full and spectacular as I'd seen on Friday. Her clit was even a bit larger, even bigger than the end of my index finger. "It's huge! And it has more sensation than ever before."

"Fuck that's hot! Before I saw you on Friday, I didn't know my clit could even get this big!" I put my legs on either side of my laptop and spread myself for Linnette. My clit was standing over an inch tall now and throbbing like crazy.

"Is..." she brought her phone closer to her face, "...your clit growing?"

I'd been watching her and not my clit and when my eyes fell on it, it was reaching out from my loins and was the size of one of those baby carrots. "No! Nope! No, no no! Uh-uh, this isn't cool."

"I'm so sorry." Linnette put her free hand over her mouth.

My clit clearly wasn't going to stop, it was passing two inches on its way to three. As I watched in horror, it reached three inches long and my tailbone started pressing against my bed. "God damn it!"

As she repeated her condolences, I got a strange impulse and went over to my tripod so I could aim the camcorder at my bed.

"What are you doing?" she asked.

"Getting 4K video of my transformation. If I'm gonna get fucked by the universe, I may as well try to make lemonade out of it," I said.

She laughed, caught off guard by my angry rambling. "I don't think that's how that saying goes."

"I don't even like lemonade," I said, pouting. "Orange juice has a similar sweet and sour thing going on and tastes way better."

"Are you okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I just don't need this right now." I laid on my side in view of the camera.

"So true." She frowned.

As I lay on my bed wallowing in defeat, my mind, desperate to find the silver lining in everything, went to work. What use was pouting? I'd heard it felt really good when the Tail Virus changed you. If I just stayed angry the whole time, I'd be missing out and wouldn't accomplish anything. And I was barely able to keep my hands off of myself as it was. Pleasure was starting to flood into me as my tail pressed out. Reaching down to my now three and a half inch clit, I said, "You know, this is only going to happen once. Let's stop feeling sorry for me and try to enjoy this."

"Sure, I can try to do that." Linnette's erection had subsided a bit, but as she asked, "Does it feel good?" it started getting hard again.

"AAAAH! Wow!" I replied finally grasping my clit. The sparks of pleasure from that shaft were almost too intense. I got some lube and then moaned as I thrusted into my grip. "Feels fantastic!"

She stroked her massive prick while watching me intently, "My tail felt amazing when it came in, are you getting one yet?"

"Yeah, I am," I stammered out between moans. My clit was just getting long enough that it was sticking out past my fist when I stroked myself. It was harder to thrust on my side, but it was giving Linnette a better view. The video camera had a higher vantage point and had a view of my tail coming out as well. The scales on the underside of my tail were tickling me as it reached a few inches long. It wasn't growing nearly as fast as my dick.

"You're getting thick! Maybe you'll be even bigger than me," she said as she started bucking into her hands hard enough that her balls were flopping against her crotch.

After a long gasp, I said, "Please, no."

"Oh dear! I'm actually getting bigger, look!" She pulled her hands away.

As my shaft crested five inches long, hers gained another inch. "How long is it?"

"Let's find out!" She rolled on her bed and grabbed her fabric measuring tape right off of the nightstand.

"Oh, so you've been measuring yourself?" I teased.

"Shush! I'm just keeping track of changes." She held the tape at the base of her cock and strung it up the front of it. "Fourteen and a quarter, no, and a half, no...it's still going!"

I watched her gain a whole 'nother inch while grabbing the cord of my egg vibrator and toying with it inside me. When she reached fifteen and a half inches, I got an idea. "I bet you're long enough to suck yourself off."

She looked at me for a moment and then her shaft and said, "Oh dear, you're going to turn me into a real kinkster." Tossing the measuring tape aside, she curled in on herself and took the end of her dick into her mouth. She whined at how good it felt and grabbed her thighs so she could tuck further in on herself.

There was this smoldering tugging going on deep in my pussy or somewhere near where it ended. My prick spurted clear pre across the bed as I got a cum hole and a little orgasm. Little, but long-lasting. It was like hot liquid was traveling down toward my pussy. I moaned until I was out of air and had to force a breath. Then I couldn't breathe as I rolled onto my back and squirmed atop my blue-diamond-patterned quilt. Feeling the area below my dick, I found a scaly sac just like the one Linnette had grown. Each scale was so wonderfully smooth and the boundary between them was not rough at all. They were just like Linnette's scales. While touching them, I stroked myself even harder.

"No! I'm getting balls!" I cried out as that tugging sensation reached the point just above my sac. "I don't need balls. Why do I have to have ba--AAAAHHHH! YES!" They popped into my sac as my cock formed a ring just shy of its midpoint. I came and thrashed on my bed, but nothing came out of my prick at first. It just burned in my hands as it kept twitching and trying to make a mess.

The head of my cock flattened and widened. Then, as a knot formed at the base, a knot that was so sensitive I immediately started grabbing at it, spurts of my cream started to come out. As this happened, I yelled, "OH YES! YES! YEEESSSS!"

Linnette made a muffled scream while still sucking on her shaft. Then it pulsed, then she was struggling to swallow with her eyes wide as dinner plates. Her deep muffled moans made my whole body hot. Eventually, she pulled her mouth off to breathe and got hit right in the face by her last spurt. She just started laughing while her own cum dripped from her cheek.

I reached under my testes, which were larger than ping pong balls, and stroked at the spot my clit had been. It made some sort of weird sense I was getting my clit back and, as I stroked down there, a little nub grew to the size of a large marble. I came before it reached full size, flopping on my bed like a fish in a boat. I had no idea what I was screaming, but the combination of my clit and my egg vibrator were driving me insane.

Unable to watch me play with my pussy without joining in, Linnette used a big clear vibrator with a part that came out to stimulate her clit and worked herself up to an orgasm not long after I'd cum. As she came, she belted out, "OH BIANCA!"

Seeing her, I couldn't stop myself and swiftly reached another peak. "OH LINNETTE!"

Despite our bodies' desire to spasm, we looked at each other's faces enjoying every pleasured grin and gasp. We were still staring at each other after our orgasms had ended and I kept quiet because I didn't want to break the cozy silence between us.

"That was...I don't know what that was. I've never--" She wiped some of her jizz off her lips with the back of her right hand and then licked it off. "I am so pleased. Never felt this satisfied before."

"Me neither!" I smiled as I traced my fingers along the cyan belly scales that were offering a mild comfortable pleasure as they replaced the skin on my labia and inner thighs. These were like belly scales, the other scales going down toward my knees, were red and black.

"Your dick looks a bit equine," she observed.

Looking at the broad head with a ridge of beads along the edge, I said, "Yeah, do you think it looks gross?"

"I wouldn't say that," she blushed.

"Do you have a thing for horse cocks?"

"I mean, who doesn't?" She shrugged.

I laughed. "Well, I never really thought about it, but it does look like it would feel good."

She moaned. "Oh no, I shouldn't think about that."

"Why not? It's okay if you think about me in that way. We just masturbated together."

"But actual sex is a whole 'nother ballgame." She bit her lip.

"Well, we would be playing with each other's balls." I grinned wishing she had the afternoon off and I could go to her house so we could each experience our first time using our pricks. Now that I'd opened up to her, the nervousness had evaporated and all that lust I had for her was freely flowing through me.

Her prick pulsed and stopped shrinking back into its sheath. "That does sound fun, but I'm going to need some time to think about it."

"Not that it matters for you making your decision, but you know that testes developed from the tail virus aren't fertile for like a year, right?"

"Oh, I thought that was a rumor," she said.

"I'll send you the article. They did a study on it a couple years ago." I grabbed some tissues out of the kleenex box on my nightstand and cleaned my hands and breasts off a bit.

"Sure! I'll read it when I'm bored at my friend's barbecue," she said. "You're okay if we don't do anything sexual on Wednesday, right?"

"As long as you don't mind me running to your bathroom to get off. Because that's my life now." I flopped onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

"I'll probably do the same at some point." She sighed. "It's probably good for stress relief, but masturbating a couple times a day is a big commitment."

"Yeah, my life has just been eat, drink, schoolwork, hang out with friends, and sleep. Masturbate maybe once a week?" I looked down at my prick, which was almost fully in its sheath. "Now I got him to worry about."

"I wish I had better news, but my pussy has needed just as much attention since it got all scaly."

"Grrreeeeaaaat," I droned out. Another problem popped into my head as I thought about the implications of my transformed body: What the hell was I going to wear to school tomorrow?

END OF PART 2

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