The Adventures of Samantha Pt. 2 – Girl Talk

Samantha Pt. 2

A word of warning before we get going: This story involves a theme that I have not touched on in the first two stories (as you can see from the themes listed). I would advise you to read this chapter, even if you don’t enjoy this particular theme. It is not all this particular chapter has to offer, but it IS important to the storyline. This will not be the last time I use this theme, but I won’t use it in every story from here on out. If you have no idea what I’m talking about, read the first 7 or 8 paragraphs and you’ll get it. Don’t want to give anything away! Enjoy! I think this is the best of the 3 so far.



It was a month since I moved to Rogers, a boarding school in Chicago, and I just had the first sexual experience of my life, with the guy who lived across the hall from me, Mark.

I was in the shower when I thought about how crazy that day had been. This morning I’d never kissed anyone, never showed my naked body to anyone, never seen a man naked before. Now I’d let a boy eat me out and fuck my face until he exploded into my mouth. Was this normal? I didn’t think so. But I guess I wasn’t normal either.

Since discovering I was actually some sort of alien race that had the ability to change my form at will, I guess I’d been trying to act as normal as possible. Except for some small cosmetic changes, I stayed pretty much the same, except for a few masturbation sessions where I changed my form to match some supermodel or movie star.

I didn’t really know the extent of my ability. For all I knew, I could change into a 500-foot goliath that stepped on entire city blocks as if I walked. The thought of that made me laugh. The next thought made me think. Could I transform into a male form?

I wasn’t even sure if I wanted to; after all, I liked being a woman. I loved sucking Mark’s cock and having him spew his jizz into my mouth. I loved cumming over and over as he licked my pussy. But I guess I couldn’t stop myself from doing what happened next.

As I was washing myself, I remembered Mark’s hardness pressing against my clit, and I found myself reaching down between my legs again. My clit was so sensitive from cumming so much that it almost hurt, so I decided not to go too far with it. Instead, I slid two fingers into my pussy. At first I left them in there, gyrating around them. I managed to slide a third finger in, and I gasped. I started to lower myself onto my own fingers. As I was finger fucking myself, I began to imagine Mark’s cock inside of me instead of my fingers.

I fucked myself faster and harder until my wrist hurt from being bent in such an upward position. I sighed as I realized that I wouldn’t be able to get myself off tonight. Not after being serviced so expertly by Mark earlier. Mark and his nice, 7 inch, hard, smooth, soft cock. I remembered how it curved upward, how he shuddered when I touched it… Without thinking about it, I imagined what it’d be like to have one.

When I felt my groin stirring, I was alarmed, but I realized pretty quickly what was happening. My clit was extending, my labia ballooning. Before my eyes, my pussy had morphed into a 7-inch, erect cock, looking just like Mark’s had. My tits were still there, I was still otherwise female, but there it was. I was blown away. I reached for it and started stroking it. It felt different than masturbating with a pussy. All the feeling was concentrated in my penis and balls. It was overwhelming. I used some body wash and started stroking it faster, cupping my balls as I had Mark’s. After a few minutes, I felt an urgent stirring in my balls. I didn’t stop, I just kept going faster. I screamed, my body convulsed, and streams of cum shot up at my chest, landing on my tits and stomach.

I stood there, holding on to the wall for support. I couldn’t believe what happened. I just grew a cock for myself and came as a man would. This scared me. What if my powers went away and I was stuck like this? I’d be a freak. I immediately thought of my own pussy, what it looked like in the mirror. To my relief, seconds later, I was back to normal. Globs of man cum were still sliding slowly down my stomach. I scooped one up with a finger and tasted it. Just like Mark’s… I wonder if that’s because I imagined Mark’s cock.

I toweled myself off and collapsed onto my bed. I sat there, thinking about my ability and what I’d just done. Was I supposed to be able to do that? Was it wrong that I enjoyed it so much? It was so difficult to wrap my brain around; it wasn’t like a physics problem that I could just Google and figure it out. There was literally no one in the world I could talk to it about, except Mom. And I’m sure the last thing Mom wanted to hear about her daughter was that she grew a 7-inch cock in the shower this morning and spurted jizz all over herself.

I sighed. I figure I should call Mom anyway; it’d been two weeks since the last time and I’m sure she was wondering how I liked real-life school. I pulled the towel out from around me, put on a pair of cotton boyshorts and pulled on a tight but long, white t-shirt from that I’d brought from home that I liked to sleep in sometimes. It was 11:30pm; I wasn’t sure if Mom would still be up but she typically liked to have a nightcap or two before bed, at least when I still lived there. I figured I’d try to call her.

It rang twice before she picked up. “Hello?” She sounded tired but not asleep, so I figured I didn’t wake her.

“Hi Mom, it’s Sam!” I tried to act naturally, like I hadn’t just gotten home from swallowing a load of jizz.

“Sam! I was wondering when I’d here from you! How’s Rogers? Do you like your classes? Have you made any friends?”

I told her all the boring stuff; that the classes weren’t too difficult but still interesting, that I’d taken a job tutoring, and all about my best friend Carly.

“That’s all great dear… Yes, everything’s good here, about to fertilize the farm for the winter. We just picked all the apples from the trees, I’ll be sure to send you some, or maybe some apple crisp.” She was such a great Mom.
“So, just calling to check in?” she asked, once all the usually talk was done.

“Um, yeah,” I started, then paused. “Um, actually, I was wondering if this is a good time to talk about… you know…?”

“Oh!” she said. “Don’t tell me you have a boyfriend already!? It’s been what, four weeks?” She didn’t say it scathingly; instead, the way she said it almost sounded like teasing.

“Um, not exactly…” I started, before she cut me off.

“Oooh you found a little boy toy did you? Or a girl?” That last bit surprised me; she said it in the same tone.