Chapter 138 – Days of Accumulated Lust.
Days of accumulated lust.
After that day, apparently, everyday life began to change so differently.
I sleep, eat, go to a cafe to work, and clean. It wasn’t that the routine had changed. The only thing that ran was me.
The five senses, which became sensitive and heterogeneous, tormented me from time to time.
The ears that were too bright were sensitive enough to pick up the muttering of people muttering on the roadside, and above all, the body flinched and reacted to even such trivial sounds.
Just the noise of the roadside. Anger permeates the skin, as if the sound itself had substance, even in the shouts of drunken customers and the warm greetings of the store manager.
I only heard a little shouting, but I feel a tingle like my skin is bruised, and the usual whispers between lovers on the roadside gently tickle the private place like a caress for me.
I tried using earplugs, but somehow, I couldn’t stop the sound from coming in.
Rather, the moderately low sound resonated more like a whisper in my ear, caressing it strangely and then disappeared.
The days when I was molested by the sound, by the sound.
I never had a comfortable day.
Days when the scruff of the neck aches and heartaches even at the sound of grass insects crying at night.
My heart pounded like a hammer at the sound of the clock ticking, and I even put the clock away.
Especially when I was working at a cafe, it was the most difficult.
The occasional sound of incantations, the chatter of guests, even the playful play of children all permeate me.
Feel it through the skin
If it was just a simple pain or light stimulation, I was a little surprised, but I could bear it, but the soft sounds I heard from time to time, especially the manager’s warm voice or the soft voice of concern, seemed to match somewhere, trembling gently and caressing my whole body. Was
That sultry, gentle stimulation caresses the whole body just pleasantly, and when you listen to the store manager’s words, you feel warm. The crotch gets wet lightly.
It would have been nice if it was only this much, but this strange sense of smell was spreading thickly with the pure, wild scent unique to men.
The scent of peppermint that pierces your nose, the smell of a man’s perfume.
The scent of the vibrating warm arms involuntarily tasted the manager’s taste… I wanted to taste it, so I was startled and broke the mug I was polishing.
I was taken aback and apologized, and the store manager comforted me saying it was okay.
However, that comforting voice rather sweetly caresses my aching body, making it even worse.
Mild fever. A little bit of dizziness, and the desire to be a woman builds up.
As if I caught a cold, my forehead reddened and my eyes blurred.
Of course, there was no way I could work properly with my body like this, and I made more and more mistakes.
The store manager, who worried about me and asked after me and comforted me, was a very kind person, but that was even more of a problem.
Not a pleasant smell, but a sweet smell flowed from the manager’s body as he approached, stimulating him.
Between the wet crotch, it leaked through the underwear and even stained the uniform.
Beating heart.
I could bear it, but a heart that was hard to bear.
It was a mistake to think that it would be bearable at first.
As if gradually accumulating, a warm slight fever rose and rose, warming the forehead.
Small blooming stains.
In the end, it wasn’t even ordered, but in a corner of the cafe, masturbation in the bathroom, and I ended up doing it.
Masturbation that everyone does at work.
I was warmed up by the sense of immorality.
However, this bittersweet pickle, the steamy heat was not easily subdued, and in the end, once, twice, three times.
Secretly from everyone, masturbating in the bathroom of the store was.
I was worried about me who couldn’t get out of the bathroom for a long time, to the point that another colleague came to visit me.
I tried to relieve that hot feeling, but
In the end, it is not completely eliminated, but slightly incomplete combustion.
I had to go back to work with a little warm heart still remaining.
My underwear was already tattered like a cloth, to the point where I couldn’t wear it again, but it was too uncomfortable to wear, so I couldn’t even wear underwear. Wearing only a uniform, he continued serving customers with nothing underneath.
The sensation of the cool wind brushing my crotch stimulated me strangely, and my desire filled up even faster than before.
And the vicious cycle of seeing myself cause people around me to worry, become comforted, and eventually fall into excitement again.
In the end, throughout the work, the end of the ball was in the middle of the day, and the work was finished.
This happened for one day, two days, three days…
As it continued, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of crisis.
Far from adapting to this strange sense, the days of struggling with the desire that only piled up.
It seemed not long before the dam overflowed and filled up.
Thanks every night, every night.
It was so sticky that it wet the blanket.
Even after washing, the duvet soaked in so much that the smell of females filled it.
I was worried that someone might sniff this thick smell.
And this is another story.
The pink vulva drawn on the tongue bothered me.
A heart-shaped pink vulva resembling a uterus that looks unusual even at a glance.
If you thought it would be inconspicuous because it resembled the color of the red tongue, you were very mistaken. The strange dye that settled on this tongue, which was brighter than expected, stood out even on the red tongue, to the point where it could be clearly seen if you paid attention.
Every now and then, whenever I look in the mirror, I am unknowingly startled by the lewd tattoo on my tongue that shows up. I think it’s time to get used to it, but that obscene pattern somehow stimulates people’s shame, and every time I see it, I feel ashamed and ashamed.
However, this is only a story limited to the visible appearance.
The actual problem was even more serious.
In the first place, it seems to have a stronger shamanistic meaning than the purpose of showing it to others. Of course, the essence of the tattoo was the effect that permeated into it rather than what it looked like on the outside.
The sense of taste that has become too clear stimulates the nerves every time something enters the tongue, and it makes people stand on edge.
It was the same when feeding.
To be honest, I can’t really say that the taste is good, a lump of brown feed.
The disgusting and fishy smell intensely stimulated the particularly sensitive sense of smell, making me hesitate from the start.
It was ordered, so I tried to eat a bite like a bitch, naked with tears in my eyes, but I spit out what I had in my mouth with a fishy taste that was more disgusting than I thought.
The intense taste and aroma that can’t be said to be good explodes in your mouth.
Very salty and fishy…
When the sensitive tongue becomes sensitive, it can even cause a rejection reaction to ordinary food, but what about a lump of food made by sticking together just thinking about nutrition and effects?
To be honest, I tried my best to hold back the nausea at every meal.
No matter how you package it, you can’t think of it as delicious.
But it’s such a strange thing.
I can’t even guess what ingredients are in that lump of feed. Why? Eating this tasteless fodder, it’s definitely a terrible and disgusting taste, but I’m a bit lost somewhere.
The feeling of wanting to taste a little more, rolling it on the tongue and savoring it.
I couldn’t understand.
Anyway, thanks to that, every time I ate food, it was hard to endure the nausea that came out.
There, that wasn’t the end.
How to say, as time passed, an unbearable thirst developed somewhere on my tongue. If at first it was just a little bit thirsty, then as time goes on, it becomes more and more unbearable.
At first, I thought I was thirsty and tried hard to drink water.
However, the thirst is not satisfied at all.
No, rather a thirst that grows stronger.
As if claiming that what he wanted was not something like this cold water, his thirst grew even more.
That burning longing.
That thirst only grew as time passed, and as each day passed.
An unquenchable thirst.
It’s a little strange, but strangely enough, I felt like my thirst went away a little when I ate feed. But only a little bit, after a short time, thirst strikes again.
I was a bit thirsty, so it wasn’t that I couldn’t stand it if I wasn’t aware.
How can a person rest in peace in such thirst?
Thanks to that, every day has been tiring and tiring.
Thirst burning in the throat.
To be honest, I didn’t know what this thirst meant.
No, it was explained to Cynthia-san, and I did not forget that fact. It’s just a little hard to admit. Oh my God, to quench this thirst, I had to eat something mixed with males.
It wasn’t an easy thing to accept, at least for me now.
However…
If so, what was the reason this thirst subsided as much as when I ate feed?
Every day, every day, like a beast, it becomes four-legged, and feeds like a bitch using only its mouth. Its content is…
I think it will only make me more miserable if I find out about it, so I stop thinking about it.
However, for now, the thirst is only tolerable. Even that was able to withstand the sinking as long as it was feeding.
However, if you follow Cynthia-san’s words, this thirst will surely become thicker and thicker the more you endure it…
If, really, if this thirst becomes unbearable.
How will it turn out?
What if a sip of water was given to a traveler who was stranded in the middle of a deep and terrible desert and could not drink a sip of water?
Can I rationally tolerate it?
What if you become unbearable in front of everyone?
That… How will it turn out ♥
The pink marks imprinted on her tongue seemed to be shining brightly.
And another change.
Recently, the size of the bra was not fitting.
A little tight, a feeling of pain in the chest.
At first, I thought it was just a mood, but as time went by, I couldn’t turn away from the feeling of pressure on her chest.
Eventually, I went back to the underwear specialty store.
I think it was a brand somewhere, but to be honest, as a former ‘man’ myself, how could I know such a brand? I just went to see the mannequins and signboards of underwear displayed outside.
Upper bust 91.7 cm, lower bust 69.3 cm.
70’s F cup… I wondered if it was quite swollen, but my breasts were quite large.
A change of this magnitude would certainly have been heartbreaking.
Saying that my breasts are getting bigger certainly wouldn’t be a bad thing… But as a former ‘male’ body, I didn’t really feel it that much.
It’s just that my shoulders are a little heavy and I feel uncomfortable when I walk.
Oh, if every time you take a shower, you can’t see the soles of your feet because they are covered by your chest, that would be a change.
Her breasts had certainly grown larger than before, and now it is difficult to hold them in one hand.
It wags its tail quietly as if to attract a male.
Is it because of the recent change in breasts? Or is it because of his sensitive and strange senses, which subconsciously gave off a little lewd female aura?
At most, with the help of the manager, such incidents were gradually decreasing, but the number of being hunted in cafes increased again.
A feeling of apologetic feeling, half of each feeling that the male desire-mixed gaze at me was not too bad.
When asked with sticky eyes, it was a little bit hot, but it was pounding.
So today, a man who stopped by the cafe asked for his cell phone number, and I was lightly excited by his sloppy voice.
If the store manager hadn’t protected him… How will it turn out ♥
What will happen to you ♥
The level of curiosity was to leave it quietly.
