Nymphomania Part 1

This is the entire story, so if you have an earlier, partial
version, you should replace it with this one. I’ve also revised the
earlier chapters VERY slightly, and spell checked the whole document.

Please DO NOT read this if you are not allowed to read erotic fiction,
wherever you are. If you are offended by really freaky sexual stuff,
you should probably sit this one out too. Feel free to do anything
you want with this story, as long as you don’t get me in any trouble
and you don’t make any money off of it.

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this story (it wouldn’t be at all hard to write,) but I’ll make the
effort only if I receive a sufficient amount of mail requesting for me
to write it.

Enjoy!

Part 1
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I was walking along on the first day of college, on my way to my dorm,
when I was grabbed from behind. I felt a sharp pain and that’s the
last thing I remember.

I awoke naked in a featureless room, my hands and feet restrained. A
bright light was in my eyes, and a woman’s voice was in my ears.

“You are an experiment,” she said. “We are testing certain compounds
we believe will genetically alter a living subject, and others that we
hope will have an effect on your physical structure and behavior.”

Another pain and I lost consciousness again.


When I awoke I felt different. The lights were out, so I couldn’t
see, but my body felt strange. Among other things, there was a
peculiar weight on my chest. The restraints felt looser, and I just
felt generally smaller. I struggled against my bonds for a while,
then I just waited.

Before long, the lights came on and I could see what was weighing down
on my chest. I had breasts! Not large ones, but breasts nonetheless.
Looking down between my legs, I saw what I dreaded: that the change
extended down there as well. My dick was gone, and in its place was a
pussy!

The voice spoke again, from nowhere. “You see the changes we have
effected. Allow me to explain. We have altered your DNA; you are now
a fully functional woman. Apart from that, we have caused some other
changes. Every time you orgasm, it increases your sex drive,
particularly your craving for cum.”

“What craving for cum?” I thought, but immediately answered myself.
As the thought of a big hard dick entered my mind, my nipples
immediately became rock hard and my pussy juices started to flow.

“Also,” the voice continued, “you’ll notice some interesting physical
effects when you come into contact with sperm. Have a nice day.”

I felt the pain again, and again became unconscious.


I woke up in what I assumed was my dorm. I had never seen it, as I
was on my way there for the first time when I was kidnapped.

“Wow, what a weird dream,” I thought to myself. As I sat up, I felt
my breasts shift and realized it was not a dream. I looked around and
concluded that whoever my roommate was, he or she was not here, which
was fortunate as I was still completely naked. I got up and went to
the bathroom that connected the room to the other one in the suite,
locking both doors.

I examined myself in the mirror. Curiously, the first thing I noticed
was that I was probably about a full foot shorter, perhaps about 5’3″.
Yes, I was indeed a girl. Small breasts, but breasts nonetheless.
Blond hair, about shoulder-length, and a blond patch between my legs.
I sat on the edge of the tub and spread my legs to examine that patch
a little closer.

I pulled the lips apart and saw what looked an awful lot like every
other cunt I had ever seen. Inner lips, a hole, and the clit up top
with its little hood. “That certainly isn’t my dick,” I said to
myself.

At the thought of my dick, I immediately felt a warmth between my
legs. My nipples became hard, and my pussy started to wet itself. I
rushed out of the bathroom and covered myself with the sheet from my
bed to hide my nakedness from view, and keep from masturbating. I
decided to watch some TV to take my mind off of sex.

The only problem with that is that it made me hornier. Even though
they were fully clothed, my male mind reacted to the women on
television, and my female body reacted to the men. My sex drive was
MUCH higher than it had ever been, even as a 15-year-old boy. There
was nothing particularly sexual about the shows I was watching, but
they were making me more turned on than ever just from looking at the
people in them. My pussy juice was flowing and my nipples were so
hard they ached.

I started masturbating without ever thinking about it. After a while,
I just realized that one hand was between my legs stroking the outside
of my lips, and the other was cupping one of my tits. My whole crotch
was slippery as I rubbed my slippery finger against up and down my
slit. I concentrated on my clit, because it gave the most sensation.
It felt kind of like the head of my dick, but the sensations were so
much more intense. With my other hand, I explored the sensation of
stroking my tits. I rolled my tiny, hard nipples around with my palm,
then squeezed them. After a few minutes of this, I began to feel a
hotter feeling, starting in my crotch, but spreading throughout my
entire body. It slowly intensified, becoming this tingling sort of
ecstasy, into my first female orgasm. I could feel my nipples clench
up even tighter.

I lay there, breathing heavy, for a few moments until I realized that
I was still horny. I thought about how I used to jack off my dick or
fuck my girlfriends, and how I would be completely satisfied (and
usually sleeping) five minutes after I came. I still would rather be
a man, but womanhood had at least some advantages. Or maybe it was
just the effects of whatever had been done to my body; the female
voice had said something about my sex drive increasing.

The thought of jacking off my dick made me even hornier. I was taken
by a sudden NEED to be penetrated. I reached down into my still
soaking, hot, wet pussy and spread the lips. I slipped my index
finger into my sopping wet hole up to the first joint and left it
there for a moment, just savoring the feel of being penetrated. Soon,
however, I lost all control and slammed it in all the way, moving it
in and out as fast as I could, feeling my finger rubbing up against my
inner walls. It felt kind of like stroking my dick, but in reverse.
I put my middle finger inside myself also, finding that I was kind of
tight (not surprisingly.) My fingers were slipping in and out of my
new cunt, as my palm rubbed up against my clit at the end of each
stroke.

After a few minutes of this I came again, more violently than the
first time. I thrashed back and forth on the bed and started to
scream, but I didn’t stop fingering myself. Instead, I took my left
hand from it’s place on my right breast, and swished it around my clit
for a while, still pumping my hole with my right. That felt good, and
I kept it up for a while, but what I really wanted was to feel another
kind of penetration, so as soon as I had my finger good and
lubricated, I turned over. Supporting myself on my knees and head, I
stuck my little ass way up into the air, spreading my cheeks wide, and
while still pumping my pussy as fast as I could, I started to slowly
insert the index finger of my other hand into my asshole.

At first, it hurt a bit, so I took my time and eased it in slowly.
Once I had it in to the hilt, I started to pump it very slowly in and
out. My ass was even tighter than my (virgin!) pussy, so even using
only one finger I felt completely full back there. I pumped faster
and faster, realizing that this sensation was nearly as good, if
somewhat different, than the one I was causing in my cunt. I was soon
pumping my pussy and asshole for all I was worth, causing loud
slapping and squishing sounds that would have been more audible if I
hadn’t been moaning so loudly. The warm feeling began again,
centering both on my pussy and my asshole, and then I had my third
female orgasm.

I must have fallen asleep, as the next thing I remember is hearing my
new roommate entering the room. At least it was a girl. I was wet at
once when I saw her but I didn’t drag her down on the carpet
immediately and rape her, as I might have done had it been a man. She
introduced herself as Tiffany, and I blurted out my real name and was
thankful that it’s Chris, if it were something more obviously male I
would have had some explaining to do.

As I said, as soon as she walked in my cunt was soaking and my nipples
were hard again (those things were perpetually hard.) That would
probably have been true no matter what she looked like, considering
the shape my sex drive was in, but the fact that she was gorgeous
didn’t help matters. She was an inch or two taller than I was (now.
I would have towered over her when I was still a man,) and she had
hair about two shades lighter than my new color, and longer. Her tits
were gigantic, there’s no other way to describe them (I found out
later that her bra size was an E cup, and she had trouble shopping for
anything that large,) and the rest of her was thin, but still with
nice curves and wide hips.

The only problem was that I was still naked. Luckily, I had moved
around in my sleep and covered myself with the sheet, but it was thin
and white and I was pretty sure it didn’t hide anything.

I was trying to figure out a way to get up and dressed without Tiffany
finding out how naked and horny I was at the sight of her, when she
saved me the trouble.

She surprised me, actually. Most of the lesbians I had met looked
like men, some complete with facial hair, so it never occurred to me
(in the first five minutes of our acquaintance) that Tiffany would be
one. She wasn’t actually, she was bisexual, but I didn’t find that
out until later.

She came over to my bed and gently pulled the sheet down. Her gaze
went first to my crotch, which was glistening, then to my nipples,
which were starting to ache again.

“Thought so,” she said softly, grinning.

Then she took off her shirt, unclasped her bra, and lifted one of
those huge, gravity-defying tits up. I didn’t need another
invitation; I started to suck it. I had always loved breasts as a
man, and it was good to know that ONE thing at least had not changed.
I licked her nipple around and around, occasionally grasping it
lightly between my teeth. She moaned quietly as she unbuttoned her
jeans.

Getting up on her hands and knees, wearing only a pair of thong bikini
underwear that rode up between her cheeks, she stuck her ass in the
air and spread my legs. Going down onto her elbow (with her tits
rubbing against the mattress) she started to rub her thumb along my
slit. She was deliberately teasing me, just brushing the clit,
getting me hotter and wetter with each stroke. After a while, she
lowered her mouth to my new cunt.

If I had known how good it felt to have your pussy licked, I would
have done it to more girls when I was still a man. She licked up and
down the length of my cunt, like she had been doing with her thumb,
but her tongue was so much more slippery and pliant. She barely
brushed my clit, then pushed her tongue as far as she could into my
hole and fucked me with it like it was a dick. I decided that, as
long as I was a woman, I loved the feel of my cunt being slippery and
having it penetrated. Then she stopped that, and started sucking my
clit. This was too much, and I came.

When I was done moaning, I opened my eyes to see that Tiffany had
strapped on a ten-inch dildo over her panties. I was of two minds
with regards to that: my male side was disgusted at having sex with
anything resembling a dick, but my female body was more than willing.
I decided that, since this wasn’t a man but only a woman with a dildo,
it would be all right. I wanted to be taken doggy style, so that at
least I wouldn’t have to see it, so I turned over onto my knees and
elbows, noticing as I did that my tits didn’t hang down to touch the
bed like Tiffany’s had. I felt her move the head of the huge dildo
around at the entrance to my pussy to lubricate it, then slowly pushed
it into me.