Boys II MILFS part 5

The woman who answered the door to the modest suburban house knew what she was looking at in Sheila and Daphne, and they immediately recognised her as one of their own. She exuded sexuality. Her long chestnut hair framed a face with open, friendly features - all eyes were drawn to her elegant neck and heavy breasts. She was taller than either Daphne or Sheila, and her hips and tits fell between their proportions too. The woman swallowed and blinked. "Hi... I'm Daphne and this is Sheila."

"I'm... Ava. You'd better come in," she said, showing the Daphne and Sheila to the living room and offering them a seat. They all quietly sat for a moment, sizing each other up, then Daphne started. "Were you a boy called Anthony Adams?" Tears welled in Ava's eyes.

"Oh god... Half the time I think I only dreamed that I was," she said.

Sheila put her arm around her. "It happened to us too, just today." Daphne handed over her phone, showing Ava a picture of the two of them as teens.

"Today!" Ava wailed. "Holy shit... is this still going on? Does anyone else know about it?"

"We're trying to figure that out," said Daphne. "Would you like to tell us about it?"

Ava wiped her tears and nodded. "Okay. I'll try."

"I was a boy. I was seventeen years old, my name was Anthony. I went to school at Lincoln, here in town... I was just an ordinary kid. Skinny, kinda happy, horny... pretty lazy. I was at home alone one day watching television, and I felt sort of light headed. The room was spinning and I collapsed, I just couldn't pick myself off the floor. Jesus, it's so vivid still, this part. I was on my hands and knees on the living room floor watching the skin on my hands tan and my nails grow out. I could feel my ass expanding out, like I was inflating, and the material of my shorts straining and then splitting down the seams. My backside felt so heavy, so jiggly, so sexy. I grabbed it with both hands, squeezing and groping the cheeks. My nails grew, and I could feel them tickling my asshole. I'd never thought about my ass sexually before, but now it seemed hungry and hot. I was scared but I was really turned on - I remember reaching down to touch my hard-on and cumming immediately.

"I pulled apart my shirt when my tits grew so much that it started to pinch under my arms, they flopped and rolled on my chest. But then they started to swell even more - I could actually feel the implants inside growing, making them stand right out. Isn't that fucked up? How do you grow implants? My dick just shriveled away to nothing. It was so weird, but the second that I realised I had a pussy, I felt like a different person altogether. From somewhere deep inside, I could feel something bubbling up... Just depravity, the filthiest urges. Thoughts of being used... I had a clear vision of myself kneeling, surrounded by men, my face plastered in semen. I was so fucking horny! I couldn't stop touching myself, watching myself in the mirror.

"I lay on my parents bed, fucking my pussy with a cucumber and fingering my asshole at the same time while I watched in a mirror. After a few hours the need subsided, and I got the fear. I looked 35 - no-one was going to believe I was just a kid, so I did the only thing I could think of and rode my bike to the hospital.

"I told them who I was and they eventually contacted my parents, who of course were filing a missing persons report on me. But of course no-one would accept that I was Anthony. My blood test, dental, DNA - they all showed I was someone else entirely, and that I was totally healthy. That meant that I got interviewed by the police a bunch at first - they thought I'd done something with Anthony... Jesus, I sucked so many cop dicks that month. I felt like sex was my only option, and I was so goddamned horny all the time that I couldn't help myself.

"The cops couldn't prove anything, and it looked like I'd had a mental breakdown, so I got locked away. They said I was a paranoid delusional and a nymphomaniac... well, the second was true for sure. Over the next six months I fucked every doctor, nurse and orderly who was interested, but I was always in control. Everyone was intimidated by me. One woman said she could almost see the sex radiating out of me... It all changed with two of the night nurses, big, beautiful guys, Barry and Phil. They knew how to dominate me, really take control. They used to fuck me together every night they were on shift... the shit we did! Smacking my face with their dicks, forcing their fat helmets into my mouth at the same time. Going at me from either end without mercy. Fucking my pussy and ass at the same time. Fuck, it was great, and they were so well hung... When I was finally discharged, I had nowhere to go and they took me in provided I fucked them regularly. In the end, even they couldn't keep up with me and started inviting their friends around. I ended up getting paid to fuck, and I love it.

"I'm still escorting, I even did a couple of pornos, but then decided I should keep it low key. I have my old identity documents, so according to the law I'm now a 25 year old man. Clearly, I'm a forty-plus woman. I just have to be a little careful with credit and loans."

Sheila squeezed Ava's hand in sympathy. "Do you want to change back? Like, if we can do it?"

"Fuck no!" Ava snorted with derision. "I love this body! I love my big, sexy mouth and I love my huge tits, even if they are somehow fake."

"Mine too," said Daphne. "And hers."

"It's so goddamned weird," pondered Ava. "If I could have picked a woman to fuck when I was a boy, she would have looked like me. Something like me, anyway. And maybe I could even buy growing a pussy and tits, at least they're natural features of our species... But how does a human grow breast implants?" She looked again at the picture of the boys on Daphne's phone and gasped. 

"Who the fuck is this?" She pointed at a face in the background.

"That's our buddy Mike," said Sheila. "Mike Walton."

"Uh-uh," Ava said. "That's Matty Wilson, he was in my class at school. I fucking swear it. He should be 26 by now."

Daphne narrowed her eyes. "He's involved somehow. Maybe we pay him a visit next, Sheila?"

To be concluded.