Forbidden Delight

by Eliza Claire

  

She knew I was addicted to Chocolates. Hell everyone did. If they were open I'd eat them till they were gone. And that is where my problem started. Jill and I had broken up. Not on the best of terms. Well, she find me making out with her sister.It ended abruptly. It was my own stupid fault. I regretted it deeply not that it mattered.

About three weeks later I received a present from Jill with a card. It didn't make much sense, but I wasn't expecting a present, so I thought it was a hopeful sign. The note said,

"I spoke with my sister and she told me all that happened. I know it can never be the same between us, but I just hope that some day we can be just good friends."

Well that's all I needed, an ex girlfriend that didn't want to end a relationship and walk away. Just wanted to be friends. The worst thing that could happen to a guy, knowing there was a girl that was going to always around to say hi and introduce herself as an ex, when I was trying to pick up someone else. Now this was going to be a problem. Especially on the small campus we attended.

I lived on compass with my mate John. We had grown up together back home and had followed each other to University. The rooms were pretty plain, not like the ones you see on the movies, but they were comfortable. We had a television and a small bar fridge, but that was it. Well, besides the beds, chairs and desks which were build in to optimize space. It was smaller than my bedroom down home. And the showers and the toilets were shared by all the the other guys. There weren't supposed to be girls in the building, and any girl would probably look elsewhere for an intermit moment. As such if we were dating we would take it out of the building.

I put the chocolates right at the back of the fridge and went out for a beer. I had bigger problems to solve, like how was I going to get Jill to not be a friend.

I came home later with a skin full of beer, and no answers. John was already in bed, snoring! Well, it served me right. John snored all the time, I knew from experience to get to sleep before him or the snoring would keep you awake all night. So tomorrow I was really going to pay, no sleep and hung over. I shock my head an looked at John, I must have had too much to drink, but John was looking attractive as he snored away to himself. I told myself to snap out of it, but I couldn't, He didn't look any different, but something, just made him more attractive to the eye.

Feeling my sexual preference was being affected by the alcohol, I tried to get to sleep. I couldn't. I thought about the chocolates, but the room was started an alcohol induced spin and I didn't remember much more.

The next morning I tried to put it all out of my mind. It must have been the drink. But everything didn't seem quite right. John seemed smaller and his clothes didn't seem to fit right. He was talking in a slightly higher pitched voice and still seemed really attractive. Now I was getting concerned. This thing with Jill was really getting to me if I was starting to prefer John.

John and I headed off to class. He didn't act as if anything was different, but to me something was not right. Or was this just a self defense mechanism to counter my new feelings towards him. I wasn't confortable with these feelings, and I'm sure he wouldn't be if I told him. But now we had to take notes in lectures. I could look at all this tonight.

As was normal the routine, John and I would have Pizza and study on Monday nights. It was the only way that we ensured that we did one night of study a week. I went for my normal run after class, and John ordered the Pizza and a salad?

"I hope you don't mind", he said, " I felt like something lighter than a pizza."

Now I was really lost. I ate the pizza as we poured over the notes. John's mind seemed elsewhere. I suppose my mind was too, I was thinking about John in new and unusual ways.

I was not comfortable with these thoughts.

John went to the fridge and got the chocolates out. "Where did these come from?" he asked.

"Peace offering from Jill," I replied.

"Hope you don't mind, I had a few. They were very more-ish. I couldn't stop eating them."

"There's only a couple left", he said grabbing another. "Left you the largest one," he said as he passed the box to me.

I grabbed it and bit into it. It was a dark chocolate with a soft center. The center was creamy but a little salty. It repulsed me at first but by the time I swallowed it down, I was most satisfied.

John and I continued on studying for another hour or so. I was starting to feel stronger for him and I still couldn't understand why. Logically, repulsed, physically attracted.

It did not make sense.

"John, did you do something with your hair", I asked, "cause it looks great. In fact you look great." I continued with a strange excitement.

"Your not going funny on me", he asked.

Just as I was about to respond with the cursory, "No way,who are you kidding" I noticed that his hair was changing.

"Umm, John, Your hair is growing as I'm look at it."

John gasped in horror as his hair lengthened, took on a wave and shiny well kept look. He ran to the mirror on the back of the door with me closely in pursuit. He slowly reached his new red tressels of hair as they went past his neck down past his nipples.

John then ripped of his shirt. He had felt the change before I had seen it, but with each nervous breath he took, breasts seemed to grow on his chest. There was no chest hair on his chest and for that matter on his face where the five o'clock shadow should have been.

He went pale as his hips tightened, and tummy flattened. He looked as if was going to faint. I picked him up in my arms and placed him gently on my bed. My confusion was lifting. It wasn't wrong to feel attracted to John. Lets face it, with his new supermodel facial features, his large C cup breasts, hourglass figure, any guy would be crazy not to be attracted.

John was still in mild shock from the changes that were still finishing. I couldn't help myself, I pulled his long hair away from his breast and started to gentle massage John's nipples.

"I'm not sure if I can still call you John?"stating the obvious,

"How about...", I looked round the room to his DVD collection and saw his Roger Rabbit DVD, "Jessica?"

John moaned and his nipples went hard. "Jessica it is."

I started kissing his breasts and grew aroused with the excitement and the relief that I wasn't gay.

I reached down and undid Jessica's belt. I saw the bulge in his pants as I undid the zip, obviously, that hadn't changed yet. I quickly removed Jessica's pants and I don't know why, it seemed the right thing to do, I started to suck on Jessica's cock. Jessica bucked with delight and my own cock became erect with excitement. As Jessica came, I stayed attached and sucked her dry. The salty taste was familiar and I swallowed every drop.

I pulled my head up and motioned to Jessica to return the pleasure, but she shook her head. "It's not right two blokes doing that, I'm surprised you did it for me."

Feeling let down but not wanting to give up, I kissed her on the lips and started massaging her breasts again. She moaned and no longer sounded as if she thought it was wrong for use to be together.

Semi Contented I closed my eyes and cuddled close.

After some time, Jessica seemed to change a little. She rolled me on my back and started kissing me on the neck.I felt her cock rubbing the inside of my thigh. I was so horny. I shut my eyes and dreamed what it would be like for her to wrap her lips around my cock and move up and down my shaft. To feel the orgasm built and rise. I breathed deeper at the thought of being inside her. I could imagine the orgasm build and expl..., no hang like sailing boat on the crest of a wave. Lasting for minutes....

I woke the next morning with Jessica in my arms. She was playing with my growth on my chin with her fingernails. She was using her other hand to excite me under the sheets. I reached for her vagina and found her rigid member.

I blinked, and slid a finger in my vagina which was now moist and screamed.

After she calmed me down, we started to wonder how this had occurred. It was only when I found the chocolate box that I found another note from Jill in the bottom.

 

"Knowing your obsession with chocolates, by the time you find this, I think we can be friends without hard feelings between us. The first one would have made you attractive to men. The last one would have taken your manhood away. I only wish that you wouldn't eat the chocolates in one sitting and in that way you could enjoy the slow change into a woman. Oh, its permanent, you can't change back. Give me a call and we can go shopping"

I sat and contemplated my options. Jessica could go through life never quite being a woman, and I would never quite be a man. There was only one thing to do.

I picked up the phone to call Jill. She was shocked to hear my male voice, but understood when I asked where could I get more of these "Forbidden Delight Chocolates".

  

  

  

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