His Desired Girl: Part 1
HIS DESIRED GIRL: PART 1
AFTER JACOB ASKS HER OUT, EMILY'S BODY BEGINS TO
CHANGE.
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After finding out how Jacob feels about her, Emily's body
begins to change, and Jacob can't help but notice that her
transformation is conforming to his deepest fantasies.
"Ugh, lab reports suck," Emily said before
slumping over onto the table.
Jacob chuckled. "Can't argue with that."
The two lab partners were sitting together in the school library,
attempting to work on their AP biology homework, though at this point
Emily wasn't above some idle distraction.
"Did you read that manga comics I showed you?" Emily
asked.
"Yeah; it was really cute for a while, but I kinda fell off
of it when the love interest started getting all moody and
aggressive." Jacob shrugged. "Never really understood the
appeal of those kinds of characters."
Emily huffed in indignation. "You just don't get it. There's
nothing more romantic than a good Kabedon dominance."
Emily glanced up at Jacob, who had gone back to writing in his lab
book. He had a smile on his face, which Emily couldn't help but
mirror. This was nice; having a friend. From the very beginning of
high school, Emily had just sort of sequestered herself into the
background, not really interacting with anyone if she could help it.
The throes of puberty certainly didn't help much, gracing her with
terrible acne and not much else to compensate for it; just a couple
of modest C cups and; well; her urges.
When she learned that Jacob Housley was assigned as her lab
partner in biology, she intended to keep up her usual routine with
group assignments: do all of it, none of it, or trade it off every
other assignment. It had served her well for so long, but Jacob
wasn't having it. He insisted they work together, unilaterally
deciding that every Friday they'd meet in the library and work on
that week's lab assignment.
It took a while, but bit by bit Emily opened up to her pushy lab
partner, and found him to be a fun person to be around. She recently
discovered that they shared an interest in manga and anime, and with
that came the back and forth of recommendations as well as the
subsequent discussions of shared enjoyment or scandalized
disagreement. It was a bit sad to admit, but it had been the first
time that she'd had any real fun with any of her classmates since she
started high school, and she truly cherished it.
"Hey, Emily?" Jacob asked.
She lifted herself off the table and sat up, furrowing her brow at
Jacob's nervous expression. "Yeah?"
"Would you; maybe; want to go out?"
Emily froze. Jacob; wanted to date her? Was that a thing that
could happen? Her breathing quickened and she felt a tingle between
her legs. Mentally groaning, she urged her stupid body to calm down
and tried to formulate a response.
Before she could, though, someone behind her laughed.
"I think you confused her," said the sickeningly
familiar voice. "Even pizza face knows that you'd have to be
completely desperate to want to ask her out."
Even though Emily really should've been immune to it by now, the
insult stuck inside of her like a parasite. Sometimes she wanted to
ask Hannah Burton if she was trying to be a Mean Girl
stereotype, but she would always just freeze up at every opportunity;
like right now, for instance. By the time Emily turned around, Hannah
had already walked away; her stupid, perfect ass swinging from side
to side as she left the library.
"Fuck her," Jacob said, looking down at his feet.
"Dammit. I should've said something, but I just;"
"It's okay."
"Anyway, um. Do you;""
"No. I'm sorry."
"Oh."
Emily could hear the disappointment in his voice.
"It's not because of what she said, right?" he asked.
"No."
"'Cause I think you're awesome." A bit of red crept into
his cheeks. "And pretty."
"Thanks."
Emily gathered her stuff and stood.
"Hey," Jacob said, a tinge of panic in his voice, "we're
still friends, right?"
Emily turned to him, trying her best to fake a smile. "Yeah.
See you on Monday?"
"Sure; " Jacob relaxed a little, but worry was still
plain on his face. "Sure. See ya Monday."
Jacob zoned out as he watched Emily leave the library. He fucked
up. He should've said something to Hannah; seriously, pizza face?
but he'd been distracted by the stupidest fucking thing possible. The
moment he had asked Emily out, he'd gotten inexplicably horny. He
knew he was excited at the prospect of going out with her, but was he
really that immature? Even after that horrible mood shift,
he was still hard. God.
He didn't believe for a second that Hannah's insult had nothing to
do with Emily's answer. It might have still been "no", of
course, but she probably wouldn't have been so torn up about it
without the bitch's input.
Over the course of getting to know Emily, Jacob had realized that
she had a pretty big complex about her looks. He didn't really
understand it; the only real point against her was the acne. Take
that away and she'd be the prettiest girl in the school; beautiful,
olive-toned skin; dark brown eyes he could stare into for hours; and
full, luscious, unbearably kissable lips. Sure, she didn't
have his ideal body type, but that only existed in the realm of
fiction. If he judged girls based on that he'd be single
forever.
He took in a deep breath and sighed. There was still a bit of that
smell from earlier lingering in the air. He had noticed it right
before Hannah showed up, so it must've been her perfume or something.
It; actually smelled really, really good. Like milk and
honey, but way better. Not that he'd ever tell her that.
Jacob packed away his stuff and left the library. Although he
worried that it would drive them further apart, he decided he'd ask
Emily out again if the opportunity presented itself and there weren't
any idiots around to put her down. Hopefully it wouldn't be as much
of a train wreck as his first attempt.
Emily drove home on autopilot, barely paying attention to what she
was doing in her depressed haze.
Hannah was wrong. Jacob wasn't desperate, he was just a good
person. He'd somehow found something to like in an ugly, anti-social
girl who had initially wanted nothing to do with him. He might have
even been telling the truth when he said she was pretty, though she
honestly couldn't understand how he could've come to that
conclusion.
She knew he could do better than her. Jacob was fun and handsome,
and while he wasn't exactly popular, he wasn't unpopular
either. Once he got over her rejection, she was sure he could find a
nice girlfriend who wasn't as ugly or boring as her.
Besides, if they got together, he'd eventually learn about her;
habits, and she wasn't really sure if she could handle that. He'd
probably think she was a freak, and he'd probably be right to think
it.
She finally broke away from her self-loathing as she pulled into
her driveway and saw her parents loading up the SUV. They were
getting ready to leave for their "second honeymoon",
whatever that meant. Probably "nonstop sex in a hotel room",
if she had to guess.
Her dad waved at her as she got out of the car. "Hey baby."
"Hey," she replied. "Are you and Mama about to
leave?"
Her mom walked out of the garage lifting two heavy suitcases like
it was nothing. "Can't wait to get rid of us, huh? We're almost
ready. How was school?"
"Fine," Emily lied.
Her mom finished packing the car and wrapped her arm around her
dad's waist.
"You sure there won't be any house parties while we're gone?"
her dad asked.
"No, Daddy."
Her mom smirked. "You don't have to lie to us, Emily."
Emily rolled her eyes and once again wondered at two people in
front of her. Michael and Jessica Tenner: the perfect couple in every
conceivable way. They were both doctors who had met in medical
school. Michael could easily be described as exceedingly handsome,
even if he was a bit on the short side.
Jessica, though, was extraordinary. People were always surprised
when they found out she was an anesthesiologist, since their first
guess would always be professional bodybuilder. She wasn't too
bulky, but she was built enough that she wouldn't be able to hide it
even if she wanted to; not that she did. Her muscles didn't detract
from her bust either, her pectorals sporting two shapely G cup tits.
Add to that her general drop-dead gorgeousness, and you started to
wonder if Amazons were really a myth.
Honestly, if it weren't for a few incidental facial similarities,
Emily would've thought she was adopted. There was a period
in middle school where she seemed to start bulking up, but it didn't
last very long, and she just went back to her normal figure in a
week. She remembered it really upsetting her dad for some reason.
Jessica approached her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "We'll
miss you, baby."
"Yeah yeah," Emily replied, pulling away from her only
to be hugged by Michael. "I'll miss you, too."
They both got into the SUV, Jessica waving from the passenger
seat.
"Don't wreck the house too bad," she said as they drove
away.
Emily waved them off, eager to have the house to herself.
Hopefully being able to go all out without having to worry about
being heard would cheer her up. She entered the house and made a
beeline up the stairs and into her parents' room. She found the key
to their expansive walk-in closet in its usual hiding spot, and, like
always, marveled at its contents.
There was one thing above all else that made Emily certain that
she was was her parents' daughter: her libido. She had been
masturbating multiple times a day before she even knew what sex was.
Then, one night in middle school, she found out what Michael and
Jessica Tenner were "playing" every night in their bedroom.
She had stared transfixed through the crack in the door, blown away
at how something that big could fit inside of her Mama. That
experience had actually led to a bit of confusion when she discovered
pornography, since all the guys in it were so tiny. It wasn't until
later on that she realized that her mother wasn't the only
ridiculously endowed person in the family.
It wasn't long after that event that she had figured out where her
parents kept their "toys", which brought her back to the
present moment. Behind a huge rack of clothes was a veritable shrine
to sex. A huge assortment of items lined the walls and filled the
shelves: lingerie, bondage gear, cock rings, anal beads, strap-ons;
there was even a disassembled sex swing sitting in the corner of the
room. What Emily was interested in, though, was the shelf filled
entirely with neatly-arranged dildos.
Figuring she had all weekend to work her way up to the more
intense sizes, she decided to start small, picking up a green,
eight-inch vibrator. After washing it in the bathroom sink, she
stripped naked and went to her bedroom.
She fell onto her bed and began teasing her clit. It never took
her very long to get going, and in no time at all her juices were
already overflowing and dripping onto the sheets. She brought the end
of the vibrator to her slit, and this time she didn't imagine it
belonging to some random porn actor, and instead pretended it
belonged to Jacob. She imagined him laying over her, getting ready to
penetrate her for the first time.
He'd be gentle, slowly inserting his rod to make sure he didn't
hurt her. She gradually pushed the vibrator into her pussy, inch by
inch, until it was fully inside her. She moaned in pleasure, her hips
twitching upwards at irregular intervals.
Jacob would look deep into her eyes and ask her if she was okay.
"Hmm. Your cock feels so good in my pussy, Jacob."
He'd begin thrusting, still taking care to not be too rough. Emily
pumped the vibrator with one hand while fingering her clit with the
other.
"Harder, Jacob! Fuck me harder!"
She quickened her pace, thrusting the toy in and out of her as she
imagined Jacob moaning in her ear. Her pleasure built to a crescendo.
"Cum inside me! Fill me up with your cum!"
She came, her inner walls repeatedly clenching around the vibrator
as she imagined Jacob pumping her with his sperm. She writhed in
pleasure for nearly a full minute before relaxing, her breathing
short and rapid in post-orgasmic bliss. She pulled the vibrator out
of her pussy and brought it to her mouth, licking up her juices while
pretending it was mixed with Jacob's cum.
She went on like this for hours, cumming around twenty times
before she lost count. Her body never seemed to tire when it came to
sexual pleasure, though she never really thought much of it. After
all, it wasn't uncommon for her to hear her parents going at it all
day.
She probably could've kept going all night, but she eventually
decided it was time for bed and took a shower. After using the shower
head to get in one more quick orgasm, she washed herself off and went
to bed.
She hugged her pillow as she tried to sleep, still feeling a bit
down. A good masturbation session usually made her feel better, but
this time there was a constant twinge of disappointment in the back
of her mind. It was too bad that her imaginary partner would forever
remain imaginary.
When Emily woke up she felt; different, somehow. Confused, she
brought her hands to her face to rub the sleep out of her eyes; and
immediately froze. Her heart began to race as she desperately tried
to feel for something that miraculously seemed to be missing.
Excitement building, she rushed to the master bathroom and gasped
at the girl staring back at her through the mirror. Her face was
completely unblemished, covered in perfectly clear, silky-smooth
skin. She ran her fingers across her cheek in wonder. Looking down,
she found the rest of her body in the same condition; absolutely
perfect olive skin from head to toe.
That wasn't all, though. She was curvier. A lot curvier.
It seemed she had gotten wider in all of the right places; her hips
and thighs were noticeably thicker, and her ass had plumped up quite
a bit as well. She groped her tits, and they were definitely heavier,
fuller; about the size of a pair of grapefruits. Even her nipples;
which in the course of her examinations had become rock hard; had
grown longer and thicker.
Just to be sure she wasn't hallucinating or something, she went
back to her room and tried putting on some of her clothes. She was
pretty sure her panties felt tighter, but she got clear
confirmation of her growth when she tried to pull on one of her pairs
of jeans. The denim stretched tightly over her thighs, and she really
had to struggle to get the waist of the jeans past her hips and ass.
When she finally managed to pull them fully on, she felt like her
entire lower body was caught in a vice. She didn't even bother trying
to do up the button, dismissing it as a lost cause.
Emily could feel wetness soaking into her panties as she picked
out a bra with mounting excitement. She slipped both arms through the
straps with practiced ease, letting the cups slip under the curve of
her tits. That wonderful, unfamiliar tightness gripped her chest as
she reached back and, with some difficulty, hooked on the back straps
of the bra. She reached under each cup and adjusted herself as best
she could, but there was only so much she could do. Her tits were
absolutely squashed into the too-small undergarment, flesh
bulging outwards over the top of the cups. After admiring herself for
a bit longer, she slipped on a red v-neck that, like the rest of her
outfit, felt tighter than before.
By all rights she should've been terribly uncomfortable, but she
was thrilled by the tightness hugging her body, as if she were about
to burst out of her outfit at any second.
She walked back into the bathroom and gazed at herself in the
mirror. She was; she was hot! Her hips flared out much wider than her
waist, her ass was a perfect "apple bottom", with her
cheeks jutting outward at a sharp angle from her waist and thighs,
and her tits were skirting the border between "big" and
"huge."
To top it all off was her perfect, clear face. Though, now that
she thought about it, was she always this; good looking? Frowning,
she studied herself closer, feeling the contours of her face. She
didn't think her facial structure had changed at all.
Putting aside all the changes to the rest of her body, was clearing
up her acne really all it took to make her feel so; pretty?
Was that what Jacob saw in her? Her heart fluttered at the thought
of him. Maybe he'd ask her out again when he saw how hot she had
become. Maybe; maybe she felt good enough for him, now?
; Was that shallow of her?
She shook her head. She could worry about that later. Right now
she really needed to get off. It had been a long time since
she felt this horny. She pulled down her pants, exposing her
dripping sex. As much as she loved the feeling of her tight jeans,
there was no way she was going to be able to fit a hand down there
without taking them off.
She cleared a space on the bathroom counter and climbed up,
getting up close and personal with her own reflection. Standing on
her knees, she leaned back and ran her fingers over her labia before
attacking her clit. A shockwave of pleasure coursed through her, her
nub seeming even more sensitive than usual. As she continued playing
with it, she was starting to think that even it had gotten a
bit bigger.
First two, then three fingers inserted themselves into her eager
pussy, pumping in and out of her as her thumb continued to rub at her
clit. Deciding that she needed to get a feel for her new tits as
well, she roughly pulled up her shirt and bra. Two big, beautiful
tits slipped out from under her clothes, bouncing hypnotically as
they escaped the confines of her top. With the hand she wasn't using
to finger herself, she grabbed at a nipple. As her fingers pinched at
the hard pink nub, she let out a surprised and ecstatic squeak. It
was so sensitive! She had never felt anything like it before!
She pulled her other hand away from her pussy and moaned as she
pinched her other nipple. Reveling in the newfound sensations, she
began groping and jiggling her new assets, all the while pulling and
twisting roughly at her nipples. After only a few moments, her body
rocked in orgasm, pleasure radiating out from her tits and suffusing
itself throughout her entire body. She forced open her eyes and
stared in awe at the curvy vixen in the mirror writhing in front of
her.
Her breathing shifted from helpless gasps to heavy panting as her
orgasm ceased. She stared at her tits in amazement. She didn't even
know it was possible to cum with her tits! These changes to
her body just kept getting better and better!
That thought brought her back to reality. What was going on with
all of this, anyway? A late growth spurt? If so, then this had to
have been the fastest growth spurt in history. She'd certainly never
heard of anyone's tits going from a modest handful to the size of
grapefruits in one night. Should she be worried?
Looking back at her reflection, she decided to just roll with it
for now. All of the changes were positive, and she felt amazing.
She may as well enjoy it.
Emily groggily opened her eyes, confused at her unfamiliar
surroundings.
Oh, that's right. She had spent the entire day masturbating,
pretty much confining herself to her parents' bedroom so that she
could have easy access to their toy collection. She had no idea how
many times she came, but she had worked her way up to an impressive
twelve-inch dildo before finally collapsing in exhaustion on her mom
and dad's bed.
Yawning, she got up and trudged to her room, making a mental note
to clean the toys that were still s
