Marci's Return (Paid Post #4)

It had been a while since Marci had exploded into Marc's life. That Christmas was the most wonderful and exhilarating experience of their life. They had never been so happy. But when work had returned, so did Marc, and it disappointed them. They were still very much Femme on the inside, but in order to not freak out their work mates they decided to appear at work as they always had. They had already hated all the stares they got when they initially came out. The snickers they heard behind their back. It was all so awful, so they tried to hide it as much as they could. Appear as common as they could to avoid the uncomfortable.

Things had been going well for the past 4 or 5 months, hiding Marci from work had been easy, but they missed that body, those hips, that amazing bust, it was all just so much oomph! It left them with a feeling that was indescribable to anyone that didn't suffer from gender dysphoria, the bliss they felt, the release from all the hiding. They tried wish after wish, but that feeling never happened again. Even wearing that lacy pair of booty shorts had only made them feel more femme, but not become more femme.  One thing that did happen was Marc kept wearing panties to work, under their work clothes. At least they could feel closer to Marci under their professional exterior.

That summer day they had been wearing a particularly tight pair of CK's under their suit. Marc hadn't started to wear bras, the shirts they had to wear were a little too transparent for that, and there was no way a tie, no matter how large, could cover it up. That day was one they had been dreading, it was a work sensitivity training course. Marc was so afraid they were going to be singled out, and when they were brought up in front of everyone, the whispers had started again, the strange looks, they could feel them all over their body. The crushing weight of not only performing on stage, but also pretending to be as masculine as possible, to hide who they truly were weighed on them like a thousand bricks.

Marc couldn't take the feeling all over their skin and in the middle of the performance, they ran to the dressing room and locked the door behind them. They slipped off their jacket, the room felt like it was sweltering but they also felt their heartbeats in their fingertips. Something was happening. It felt so tense in their body, it felt like, well, it felt like that Christmas afternoon. “Really!?” Marc said, “Right now?”

They gripped the back of a wooden chair in front of the mirror. Tighter and tighter they could almost see the veins on their hands pulsing. Their fingernails pushing out, longer and sharper, Marc let out a feral scream as their fingernails scraped into the wood and darkened to a blood red. It hurt, but it hurt so good.  They had been hoping to feel this feeling again, just really, right now? Their cock twitched with anticipation. Pulsing and pushing in those blue striped panties.

Marc bit their lip and it came out softer, plumper, juicier. They rubbed their fingernails along the softness, the pillow like plumpness, and their knees started to buckle in their slacks. Their cock was stretching longer, growing harder, teasing along the roughness of the waistband, It tickled in just the right way, it made Marc so HORNY!

Marc stepped back to push their back up against the door, they didn't need anyone bursting in not now. Their feet squeezed tighter and tighter, smaller and smaller, becoming so lady like as they slipped right out of  the shoes. The black socks dangling off their toes. They felt their hair tickling the back of their neck. Marc knew it was growing, thicker, blonder, softer, and it turned them on even more. Their thighs clenched reflexively and the tip of their cock pushed past that waist band. As it got harder, the cock dragged along the roughness of the waistband until it was standing straight up under that white button up.

Marc wriggled, breathing deeper, their hips squeezing a bit tighter in those black slacks. “Please” Marc whispered. “Please, More. Please don't stop.” The slacks smoothing out as Marc could feel the fat from their belly falling down, giving them a plumper ass. As it also firmed with muscle. As Marc was getting more feminine, they were also getting stronger. They were slamming that ass up against that door trying to compose their arousal. But with every slam their cock stretched up their abs. Rubbing against that firm slab of washboard abs just excited them even more.

Marc's breath was getting more erratic They started to pull on their tie yanking on it, stroking it as a compensation for their ever swelling cock. Their nipples were hard as fucking diamonds and growing thicker. With every breath in they felt their chest growing bigger, those beautiful Marci tits swelling on either side of the tie. Marc stroked the tie faster, They could feel the back of their thumb rubbing against that shaft that was not only growing harder, but also stretching thicker and harder. The tip leaking with pre cum as it moistened the underboob of their breasts. The shaft pushing on their white shirt.

Marc tried to look down and see that rock hard shaft pushing and straining the buttons, they had dreams of all that ripping fabric ever since Christmas and they needed to see it. But that Platinum blonde hair was blocking their view. Marc bit their lip trying to think while stroking their tie, they were gripping and jerking it so hard. But they had to do it. They had to tear at the tie and rip it from their neck. Then they tied it around the top of their head holding their beautiful hair back.

They needed a replacement for that tie so they grabbed their swollen chest. Rubbing on those mounds, “bigger, Grow Bigger, GROW FUCKING HUGE!” Marc was almost screaming as the buttons were straining as hard as they can. “Pop you little bitches!” Marc had remembered how hard they came when they demeaned themselves over Christmas and their cock squeezed in between their tits. “Gawwwwwwd!” Marc moaned as the soft flesh pushed and caressed their shaft. pop “YES” Pop “AGAIN!” POP! Marc's eyes rolled into the back of their head as beautiful eyelashes stretched longer.

Paarrrrriiip! The side of Marc's black slacks split  from their swelling thighs. “Fuck!” they moaned as their- Paarrrrriiip! “FUCK YES!” The other leg split open. They took their hands and ripped at their pants. Tearing the fabric and making their cock twitch harder and harder. Until pop Pop POP! Their cock ripped the rest of the buttons free from their top as it stretched even longer and harder and stuck straight out  from their pelvis.

Marc stumbled over to the mirror. Marci was finally here again, and just looking at themselves made their cock twitch and push up against the mirror. Marci's grunts and groans were getting higher, lighter, and more feminine as that cool mirror caressed their cock.

“Oh fuck! I can't take it anymore!” Marci screamed. They grabbed that cock and stroked, squeezing harder as they stroked faster. It was throbbing and quaking so much in their hands. It wasn't cumming though, they knew exactly what they needed. “C'MON YOU FUCKING SLUT! CUM LIKE THE FUCKING BITCH YOU ARE! GRRRRRRAAAAAAAGGGGGGHHHHH!” Marci exploded as they demeaned themselves. The cock streamed cum, gushing like a garden hose flooding the floor as all that masculinity gushed from the shrinking dwindling cock. Marci's body racked with quaking spurts as it squirted more and more cum on the floor.

Marci gasped as they caught their breath. Marveling at their beautiful breasts, Marci tied the tails of the shirt in front. They posed and showed off in the most feminine way possible. They looked hot and couldn't deny it.

The way their breasts heaved in the tight tied top was stirring the arousal in them again, “God.” Marci sighed. “That feels so good, I wish I could feel it again right now.” Marci breathed heavier and harder looking into the mirror, her loins swelling with lust as they watched their breasts bounce up and down with their breath. They breathed faster, deeper, heavier, watching them swell up and down was giving themselves a tantric orgasm as they felt their top and panties beginning to get tighter, they were growing bigger. “Uh-” Marci started feeling a little foolish, but then finished with “- ohhhhhhhh” as another orgasmic wave washed over them and the threads of their clothes started to split.