Anon Meme Part 2
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He'd managed to get a good look at her in recent months. He knew she was fifteen, at the least, probably older actually. He'd overheard her talking to Karina about her sponsors asking her to bind her chest to retain the 'spunky kid' look they loved so much. Ivan's face flushed as he recalled her in the gym earlier, definitely without her binding and sprinting on the treadmill. The rhythmic bouncing had been downright hypnotic for him, a hormonal, lonely teenager. Would she notice me? Dragon Kid? I doubt it, Ivan thought, hanging his head between his knees. As he sat there, noting it was almost midnight and that he probably should go home and at least try to sleep, an idea came to him. He flushed again, embarrassed by just how pathetic the idea was, but he was a pathetic boy. He knew that much.
As the tingle ran down his spine, Ivan felt himself shrink in size. His hands grew softer, his hair shorter, features more delicate. Breasts, heavier than he expected, grew from his chest, soft and perky. They matched perfectly with his softly rounded hips. Glancing over in the gym mirror, he saw Dragon Kid staring back at him in his now far too big gym clothes. He shucked them off so fast that the fabric burned his skin, but he didn't care. I want to look at you... he thought, staring into the mirror. Her sponsors had been making her bind, because she definitely had breasts that weren't present when she wore her hero outfit. They weren't Blue Rose large by any means, but he knew that he could fill his hand with them. As he thought that, he absentmindedly brought his hands up to cup his chest. They spilled out, his hands now too small to hold them.
When the pads of his fingers gently brushed over a dusky rose nipple, he felt an electric charge shoot down to his-or her, groin, something inside him throbbing. He repeated the motion, squeezing harder, and his knees almost buckled. As a man, his nipples were nowhere near as sensitive. The ache between his new, slender legs worsened. I can't...no way, I can look, but I can't.... But he did.
One of his hands wandered down to press between the inner thighs. It was hot, burning, and he dragged his hands up inbetween her slick folds. He knew that tomorrow he wouldn't be able to face her at all as he started to drag his fingers through the wetness. Dragon Kid felt silken when she was wet, but Ivan's knowledge of the female anatomy ended almost entirely there. Then, he figured that there was no better way to explore, and pushed a few fingers into the dripping hole inbetween his new legs. He gasped, pupils dilating, as he curled his fingers inside and began thrusting them in and out. It felt good-warm, smooth, slick; the air smelled of her sex and sweat droplets rolled down his temple as he sank to his knees, splaying them out to angle his fingers better.
The rest of the world seemed to vanish entirely as he thrust those slender fingers in and out; he wondered if Dragon Kid ever did this...spread out on a nondescript bed, sliding a pair of simple cotton panties off and worked a few fingers inside, moaning his name. Ivan, Ivan, oh, Ivan...
"Ivan?"
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