My Super Secret Life…Diamond-4

Chapter 4

It took me awhile to get out of the showers. Just to get myself moving not getting a shower, least not in public. I’m not ready for that really after my encounter with…Nickolas…or Shroud.

I get to the quarters we’ve been assigned. It’s a condo really and a lot nicer than our place at home. Heck my room alone has a huge bed specially built for my density but there’s a media nook/office spot and a full bathroom with those fancy whirlpool tubs and a separate shower. Plus a closet that’s almost another room.

That’s my bedroom. And since it’s my quarters I have the master bedroom and my parents have the guest room downstairs. Yeah downstairs in my place…it sounds too cool right? Well I can’t really go home. There’s being this whole junior champion thing but also just me, my weight and stuff home would not really support me.

Five hundred pounds wouldn’t hurt downstairs in the bakery but upstairs is just wood, I mean perfectly nice and decently built but plywood and sheet rock and normal building materials. I’d forget myself and lean on a wall to brace myself and I’d go right through or something. Me plopping into a seat or a couch or a bed…I’d be downstairs pretty fast.

So…I’m moving out. Into here a few years early.

There’s still a lot of stuff to go through yet with all of this.

I get into the bathroom and run a bath and just because I’m a girl now I suppose. I don’t do the bubble bath thing instead opting for my first whirlpool bath. Oh yeah it feels good and it’s so…I can feel the bubbles going over my vee and it just feels so strange and the effect of breasts in a bath is just…so odd.

I nearly fall asleep after the feelings settle into me getting used to them. Drying’s a trip, too still. My hair squeaks, I know sometimes normal hair can squeak but mine has this other quality to it that just gives it that sort of glassy squeak. And it’s a lot of hair to deal with. I know I could get it cut but I don’t want to. I’ve always loved long hair on a girl and I’ve got great hair even if it’s and odd color now and I need the extra distraction from my size and the Fantastic Fours.

It’s an old comic team reference, I’m a super geek and with 44-FF breasts…yeah….yeah…Huge boobs, stunning can’t see my feet boobs. I mean I’ve got the shoulders to sort of handle them and my powers offset them in terms of weight and everything but…Hell…I make Powergirl look flat chested. That’s another comic book reference. You’d think that we have all new stuff and we do comic wise but to a comic geek there’s no such thing as a hero/villain we don’t know or have the action figure stuff and posters and movies for stuff non-geeks have ever heard of.

I dry off and slip into my bed naked. Another first for me with synthetic silk/cotton sheets but there’s this part of me that’s still Terry and I want to do the naked girl in bed thing even if I’m the girl.

It takes awhile to get to sleep…well not even sleep…I reach for the bottle of hand cream and apply some to my breasts…just something slippery. I start trying different things until I get aroused, until I get to this omigod! Goodness, breathing hard as I squeeze my breasts and sort of pull that squeeze over my nipples and that other bit pulling on them…My mind doesn’t go to the jerking off image or milking image…well sort off…I’m picturing someone’s mouth there real easily.

There’s warm build up of heat between my legs and this slick wetness happening, it’s like a guy having pre-cum. It’s not that different, my clitty sort of feels like a hard on and I slip and experimental hand down which has to sneak around a breast and over my hip to my slit.

It’s sensitive and honestly It could be better…if I had any clue to what I was doing but oh it felt good, like just sort of playing with your head if you’re a guy but all self slippery helps a lot and I can feel it building I keep going until.

Oh…it feels so much more full body than it used to. It’s like my orgasm comes from the full reaches of my body….like as my body tenses it’s squeezing out my orgasm like a sponge and afterward my body goes back to “shape” and want’s me to squeeze me again.

My breasts get ever more sensitive and are other pleasure spikes that are almost as good and they send signals that I swear that these feelings go and make my clitty twitch under my fingers.

My brain…there’s something not guy in my brain that wants more.

It really changes when I sink my fingers into myself instead of just rubbing. My little girl-pearl is still getting attention but there’s this…there’s an ache inside down there that feels like it’s getting this intense relief of my fingers inside of me and as my pussy tightens around then it’s like being able to squeeze things in your hands when your in pain…there’s this feeling of deep relief…and sensation with all those nerves and I lose myself in the feelings…let the intense sensations wash over me.

And at some point that fantasy of someone sucking on my nipples making love to my breasts becomes a person, and my fingers are replaced by a cock and I don’t care…I want more, more, more until I roll over push my breasts into the bed hard as my “sponge” get’s squeezed hard enough to squirt and I cry out into my pillows.

“Uugnhh!!!, fuck! Nick!”

I’m dazed and panting nearly drooling an just sink into heavy breathing and sleep. The sex and the exercise. And my brains sink into these dreams….Nickolas, the things he said, the intense looks, the body…my now female brain is just saying yes to that and after my last little self performance I can’t say that I’d say no.

Oh wow…oh…I’m a straight girl. I had a fantasy and it wasn’t a lesbian one. I fantasized about a guy.

Nick, Nickolas, Shroud.

Oh god do I have a thing for the bad boys?

Sexy, very sexy dreams full of lots of me and Nick and Diamond and Shroud and yeah I’m not going to go all nuts over him and I’ve seen too many girls as a boy at school going out with complete dickheads and couldn’t get why.

But…

Such a nice change from the nightmares.

Morning comes and I get up and have a really quick shower and head to the gym. It’s still early but I need to learn how to be the girl I am that I am. I feel really good though and I start with some stretches then play with the gym’s control desk and there’s a holo projection that helps instruct me through some Pilates and how to use the weights and I even run on the treadmill. I don’t know, I’m still sort of Y’know about my weight so I do sit-ups or crunches until they hurt…actually until I fall back hurting and panting on the mats.

“That should be done in smaller sets.”

I look up to see Sunny Harper there in her workout clothes. Tall, long legs, great breasts and she’s just perfect…and…this close to her I thought that…before I’d be…all stunned and turned on and I mean this is Sunny Harper. The girl in school most likely to become Miss New Haven.

Nothing….well nothing other than kind of feeling really self conscious in front of this super-alpha female.

“Uhm…yeah…I suppose.” I’m panting and sweating.

“It’s a lot easier on the body than pushing things like that.”

“Okay, I guess you work out a lot cheerleading and stuff.”

“Yeah but I’m off the squad.”

“Really? Why?”

“I’m enhanced, so ethically I can’t compete.”

“Compete it’s cheerleading, you look hot and yell our chants and stuff.”

She looks at me raising an eyebrow. “Oh really? Okay Terry you want to put your money where your mouth is?”

I’m not the shlubb I was, so I look at her. “Sure.”

I was all set to show her that I wasn’t going to be the push over girl with her that I was when confronted by the jock set.

Turns out that Sunny is so not the girl I thought she’d be.

You gotta be better inside and out to be here I guess.

We run and she plays tunes. “Get your feet hitting the track to the beats Terry, full lungs long deep breaths control your breathing, don’t pant you gotta forget that you’re running once you get the beat, it’s the breathing that’s the bigger part!”

It takes me awhile but I get it, or I’m starting to get it. Sunny is singing along with the tunes and I’ll say this, she’s not too dainty to not get sweaty.

Pilates is next and calisthenics Sunny exercises parts of me that I never knew I had. But there’s some coolness too. She shows me some tumbling stuff, I suck at it and I’ve just don’t have the right center of gravity.

But, I learn to pivot better, and to pirouette. I actually use my boobs. Hey! I’m serious and I thought that Sunny was nuts and making fun of me but they are a huge part of my body mass. So…I basically twist my torso a bit more at the start and unwind as I turn but lead with my body weight that chest centric.

It took me a few times to get it but. I do get it.

“Look Terry, you’re new to this. And honestly those are really, really big assets to deal with. So we have to teach you to use them rather than adjust to things. You’re way stronger than you weigh Terry you’ve got to get used to that too. Throw yourself into the spin.”

She’s right like learning to run correctly it’s everything. I have to live with these.

“God Sunny….(panting)…I want to get this, I was just this…Y’know before and now I’m…”

I grab my breasts for emphasis. “I don’t want to look like a bimbo or an airhead or be all clumsy because of this, these. I want to be graceful and stuff.”

She’s lying beside me on the mats.

“I’ll help…I’m kind of saddled with some free time being on suspension and…breaking up with Matt.”

“What?!” Holy shit…they were like the perfect couple, the entire high-school cliché. “What happened?”

“I cheated and I never fessed up to it and one night standed the girl that I cheated on them with.”

“Wait, you’re bi?”

“Uhm, I’d prefer to check the It’s complicated box on that one.” she covers her face with both hands.

“I’m straight…”

“Terry in your head straight or bio-straight?”

“Both I think, I think my biology is rewired right into my brain being female now.”

“Pink thoughts?”

“Ugh, no I hate pink.”

“Yeah, I could tell. Your definitely a Sky and a Winter.”

“Okay I get what you just said Sunny but I don’t got a clue to what it means.”

“I’ll show you when we go shopping.”

“Shopping?”

“Oh yeah you need a whole new set of everything.”

“Oh.”

“So…into guys now?”

“Yep or at least when I’m alone I guess…as to the real thing? I’ve never been with anyone Sunny, never talked with someone I might like or might like me back even.”

“Not into girls at all then?”

“Not really.”

“Were you?”

“Yes!”

“Huh…hard on the head?”

“Yeah, no…I’m so inexperienced that it’s right at where even if I was a guy I’d be just as clueless. At least “getting to know myself” has kind of burst that cherry on being a girl…but It’s like being in a dark room and fig ringing out Hey! I’m a girl!…but I’m still just sort of sitting in the dark.”

“Hey I’ll help as much as I can.”

“Thanks, Sunny it means a lot.”

“Yeah, besides it’ll help me think of what to do with the stuff in my life.”

“Hey Sunny?”

“Yeah Terry?”

“Regardless of things, you’ve been really cool. You just need a friend I’ll be there.”

“Thanks Terry. I see you in an hour?”

“Uhm Yeah sure.”

She does a kip-up or kick up one or the other and saunters away in that wiggle effortless sway. Nope I’m not even trying that trick but I want that…

I want to shine this time around.

Like a Diamond.