Vampire? Nah, Just Estrogen

This story contains a romantic evening between a trans girl and a femboy; check the tags for more info. Enjoy!

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The front door opened. Avery couldn't see it from the kitchen, but he knew it was just Veronica. Almost finished washing dishes in the sink, he waited for her to announce she was home before saying something.

"Hiiiii! I'm back!" she said, setting stuff down in the living room, then bringing what sounded like grocery bags into the kitchen. He turned to look at her; cute and pretty as usual with her long pink hair, she still looked like she wanted to be out of that thick gray hoodie and her baggy sweatpants. Avery was wearing his usual home attire: a blue dress and fuzzy white slippers, along with blue and white striped thigh-highs. Since he was a cute femboy and she was a trans girl, and they were both kind of short, it meant they could share clothes sometimes.

"Any changes yet?" Avery asked. She had only been on estrogen for a week, but he was still hopeful for some earlier than average changes.

"I think my boobs are a little bigger, maybe? Yippee? Unless that tightness is just from allergies, then not yippee."

He shrugged. "Or it could have been those rabies shots."

She waved it off while putting groceries in the fridge. "Nah, it didn't happen the last time I got them... Or the time before that."

Wild animals loved to bite her to the point where she ended up getting a round of rabies vaccines every few years; maybe she was just delicious or something.

"Oh!" she said. "It happened again today..."

He finally noticed a faint minty mouthwash smell coming from her, but put it aside. "Really?"

"Yeah, a bat bit me and... Hang on, I need to take this hoodie off, it sucks. Be right back."

She ran off, leaving that story unfinished for the moment as she disappeared around a corner, the sounds of fabric rustling as she was undoubtedly taking it off on her way to the bedroom. At least maybe if that estrogen was doing something, he'd be able to have a look once she came out wearing something else. He continued with the last of the dishes, wondering what had happened to her earlier today...

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Veronica stepped into the bedroom and threw the hoodie into the corner. Dresses! Skirts! Cat ears! The good stuff! She had to wear all that baggy crap earlier, but for the rest of the night, she was free. As she bent down to take off her sweatpants though, she paused as her chest shook inside her white lace-adorned bra. Shook? They didn't do that the last time she bent down.

A little afraid that she wouldn't see any real changes whatsoever, she leaned back up and looked at her chest. It was... Real? She had actual boobs, even if they weren't all that big?

She jiggled them in her hands, forgetting about all the other feelings for a moment. She wasn't flat as a board anymore! Real boobs, and she could even cup them in her hands! A bigger chest was one of those things that was supposed to come in later, but maybe she was just an unusual case.

When she gave them a little poke, she couldn't get over that wonderful feeling, so she did it again: and a few more times after that.

Neglecting to take off the sweatpants, she ran back towards the kitchen.

"Avery! Avery! Look!" Veronica said before he was able to see her. She rounded the corner into the kitchen. Avery seemed to be done with the dishes and had just finished putting everything away, so he was able to turn and look.

He turned his head. "Huh?"

"Boobs! Real!"

"Real?" Avery said, then his eyes locked onto them.

"Real!" she said back to him.

"I can't believe it. I didn't think they'd come in that fast..."

Veronica did a little jump up and down, her chest behaving wonderfully as she did; Avery's gaze followed, which made it feel even more real and exciting.

"Hey, you can go ahead and touch them!" Veronica said.

"Oh! Yeah, I just finished with the dishes, let me wash my hands and..."

Avery quickly ran his hands under some warm water, dried them off, and then came closer to Veronica with visible, celebratory excitement in his steps. He gently pressed a finger against her bra, and she shivered with delight.

He gave them a few more exploratory touches, the joy she felt starting to be joined by equally wonderful arousal as he slipped a hand into her bra. Her hot femboy boyfriend was playing with her boobs; it was hard for pleasure to not slowly start entering her... Already, she knew she wanted to rail him tonight.

"They do feel just a little cold," Avery said. "But maybe it just feels like that because I was just using a bunch of hot water..."

That sounded about right. His hands were warm. She didn't usually notice that about him, at least not on the outside of his body; it was more the smoothness of his body, the cool fabric of his dress, and his tight, thick thigh-high socks. Then on the inside, he was much warmer.

She couldn't help but lean in for a kiss. And his lips? So, so warm... The excitement had clearly done a lot to him. Her erection pulsed in her sweatpants. She closed her eyes. And even though her mouth felt a little strange, she didn't pay it much thought as her tongue brushed against his. Her heart pulsed as she imagined herself making him moan all while she...

... Not now. That was more of a thing for later in the evening. Eventually, the kiss went on for long enough for them to both silently agree to finish it with one last tight embrace before separating. As she re-opened her eyes, she noticed him staring at the right side of her neck.

"Is that the uh, the bat bite you mentioned?" he asked.

Right, he was going to ask about that...

"Oh! Right," she said. "I was gonna tell you, but I, uh, yeah about half an hour before I got home, this weird bat bit me..."

"And you're doing fine?"

"Yeah. I think I made the bat fly away after I, uh..."

It was a little embarrassing to say, so she delayed mentioning it as she thought of the right way of phrasing it. It wasn't like it was a big deal, but Avery would definitely think it was weird.

"After..." Avery said.

"I kind of snapped and just tried biting down on its wing myself... I was carrying groceries to the car, what else was I supposed to do? I think I swallowed some of its blood... Don't worry! I spent ten minutes cleaning my mouth out! I used that whole travel-sized bottle of mouthwash and a whole bottle of water."

Avery looked around and shuddered.

"So anyway," Veronica went on, "It yelped out and flew away after I chomped down on its wing. Really tough bat though, I don't even think I bit all the way through the wing."

"That, uh, explains the mouthwash taste... I guess it was mouthwash."

"Yeah, I'm fine."

Avery still looked kind of horny, but unsettled.

"I, uh," Avery stammered. "I guess there's nothing to worry about since you're vaccinated and you cleaned everything before kissing me, but that was a very weird thing to do in the first place."

"Yeah," Veronica said. She paused for a moment and continued. "I didn't plan on it, it just kind of happened while it was slapping me in the face with its wings..."

"I guess it's not a big deal. Not as big as your chest is getting..."

She decided to bring up a fantasy of hers to bring back the horny mood. "I hope they eventually get big enough that you can use them as a pillow!"

Maybe she could have said it in a sexier, less abrupt way, but it still worked perfectly on him. "I can't wait for that..." he mumbled excitedly.

"Now, how about some dinner?" Veronica said.

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Dinner was somehow not very exciting for Veronica, even though she was still just wearing sweatpants and a bra during it. She was happy to make it with him, and it sort of filled her stomach, but it didn't feel very enriching. It took a while for her to finish most of her meal, and she wound up saving the rest for later, since she was more interested in talking to Avery and looking at stuff on her phone than in actually eating. It didn't help that there was a weird feeling in her mouth, like her teeth had subtly changed in some way, but she couldn't figure out how when she ran her tongue over them.

Feeling excited for the evening, she still had to take a shower. Avery would also have to take one, since he was definitely going to get pounded later and had to clean up in a few places, but for now, it was Veronica's turn. Weirdly enough, she didn't have to shave anything; the estrogen was also kicking in there too, apparently.

Standing outside the bathtub fully undressed, she turned on the hot water and stuck her hand in. Even though she felt it go from cold to hot, for some reason, all those temperatures seemed... reasonable? The hot water seemed much hotter than usual compared to her hand, and yet it didn't burn. She still turned it down slightly out of caution, then stepped inside.

Feeling the cozy yet dull heat against her back, she began her routine; then, as she soaped up her chest, it felt like she had underestimated its size somehow. She looked down and gave her soapy chest a good look. It was bigger, surely. Was it always like that? There was no way they could have just gotten bigger...

Maybe it was dinner and a shower that did it. Maybe the hot water activated her boobs? Somehow? She thought about it while absentmindedly grazing her nipples with her fingers, her erection perking up again. She checked lower down; yep, she still had a big dick. That was still unchanged.

As much as she wanted to mess around in the bathroom, she did have a femboy to rail later, and she didn't want to use up all the hot water, so she focused on actually showering for the moment, a vague tingle of horniness going through her body throughout...

When she eventually stepped out of the shower, the mirror fog looked especially bad; even when she tried to wipe it off, there was some residual layer of something that made it hard to see her body. It blended in well with the reflected white wall behind her, and it was almost like she was mostly transparent; clearly, she must have spent too much time in the shower, leading it to fog up like that. She did her best to dry off, and then she was excited to put on some pretty clothes. Afterwards, she brushed her hair as well as she could given the circumstances, put on the last few things, and left.

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Avery was waiting in the living room, lying prone on the couch with the TV on as he messed around on his phone. He absentmindedly waved his legs around in the air as he waited for Veronica to finish in the shower.

He perked up when he heard the distant sound of the bathroom door opening, and soon, Veronica came into the living room, wearing her favorite outfit: a pink dress with a short circle skirt that was good for spinning, some thigh-high pink and white socks, and one of her pink cat ear headbands.

And even though it was an outfit he had seen a dozen times already, something about it seemed so alluring this time. Maybe it was her eyes? Then he looked at her chest again and realized it was probably that. Even given the recent changes, there seemed to be a lot more padding than usual, and it worked. His head filled with images of his face resting against it...

"Hey! Avery!" she said. "If you want to wait a few minutes for the water heater to catch up, feel free, but the shower's open."

Still laying prone, he kept staring. "Oh, wow, you look..."

"Thanks! Though before you take your shower, think you can do the couple of dishes left over from dinner?"

"Eh... I think I can just do them later, right? They'll still be there tomorrow."

He really wasn't feeling like it; his plan was to get up in just a moment and take a shower.

Veronica came closer to the couch, and he turned his head and looked into her eyes. They were... Bright red?

She spoke before he could. "Are you sure? It won't take long. You usually feel better when they're done anyway."

It made perfect sense all of a sudden. She wanted him to do it, and she was right. Doing those couple of dishes seemed like a great idea.

"Yes, Veronica," he mumbled, his head slowly recovering from a fog that quickly began to fade from memory. Her eyes were their normal brown hue; why did this surprise him? They weren't ever any other color.

"Hey, you okay? You sounded half asleep for a moment."

He didn't really know what she meant, but as he started to get up to do the dishes, he wanted to reassure her that he was alright. "Huh? Oh, I'm fine. I'm doing it now."

"I'll be in the living room for a while," Veronica said. "Anyway, see you when you're all done and out of the shower..."

Veronica left him alone, but not before giving him a glance that looked almost hungry. As she left, he quickly did the remaining dishes; for some reason, he kept thinking about her asking him to do it, and how it felt really good to obey... It was probably her chest making him weak-willed like that. Just another reminder of how much of a bottom he was.

Soon, he grabbed some clothes for when he was out, and stepped into the shower...

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While re-reading her favorite vampire romance novel in bed, Veronica felt hunger creeping in, even though dinner wasn't all that long ago; she thought about getting a snack, or eating some of her leftovers, but nothing in particular really seemed appetizing at the moment, so she decided to stay put and keep reading.

Maybe it was just the estrogen, or the fact that she always hated getting blasted with direct sunlight, but all the vampires she was reading about seemed relatable. Yeah, giving hot guys a bite on the neck did seem like a fun idea right about now... Especially when they were hopelessly horny, peggable bottoms, though that wasn't in the book, that was just her boyfriend. Thankfully estrogen wasn't infectious like vampirism, although at least in the book, you also had to drink some of the vampire's blood to become a vampire. Was that mythologically accurate? Veronica had no idea.

She heard the bathroom door open, and she put her book and phone on the nightstand. He'd arrive any moment... It was too late to get a snack anyway; she figured she'd just grab one from the kitchen later.

Then Avery, wearing a pretty white and pink maid outfit with long white socks, stepped in. Whenever he wore pink, she had a vague impression of him being strawberry-flavored for some reason; but tonight, it was so much stronger that she could almost feel it on her tongue. He even had cute white shoes, a frilly headband, and just a little bit of a bra on his chest underneath his outfit. Without a doubt, he was wearing those cute panties with a heart in the middle.

"Oh!" Veronica said. "Looks like my maid just got out of the shower."

"Here to serve!" he said with enthusiasm. "Shall I call you Mistress for the night?"

She found herself running her tongue over her teeth, then paused it to respond. "Yes please! I'd like to own a delicious-looking maid like this..."

"Taste whatever you like, Mistress," Avery said. Those words filled her with arousal that she swore was stronger than usual... She didn't put much thought into it.

She sat up and shifted to the edge of the bed as he approached. Already erect underneath her skirt, she didn't try to hide it as she dangled her legs off the side of the bed, her socks gently grazing against the carpet.

"Okay cutie," Veronica said, looking into his eyes, "I'd like to see you kneel in front of me..." There was that feeling again, like she was issuing a command that was more potent than usual. She didn't think much of it.

"I'll obey, mistress," he said with some kind of horny fogginess taking hold over him.

Avery got on his knees, looking up with a cute, obedient smile. Sometimes she imagined him with a tail, wagging it as he did that, but she was craving him too much tonight to think about it much.

Reaching down, she patted his head to get him into a more submissive headspace, and just because it was fun to rub her fingers through his hair. He looked so weak and helpless down there, and when he purred, it seemed even more like he was just her pet. For a moment, she forgot that she was the one wearing the pink cat ears.

"Good kitty," she said.

Barely able to wait, Veronica gave him one last vigorous rub before reaching into her skirt with both hands. She slipped off her white panties as he patiently waited for his chance to serve, letting them fall to the floor beneath her socks. She wasn't patient enough to wait.

Then, she gently rubbed his hair as she guided his head under her skirt. Only moments after her skirt swallowed him up, his obedient lips came into contact with the tip of her erection.

"Good kitty," she said. "That's it, take it in..."

She held still, gently rubbing him as he helplessly took in more and more of her erection. Her hands slowly moved to the back of his head, still rubbing his hair, as he finally took in the whole length. His mouth felt warmer than usual, but so did a lot of things tonight.

Her thighs pressed against the sides of his head, and she kept him gently trapped there, her dick in his throat, and his gentle purrs filling her with a subtle, lovely vibration.

Eventually, she let up on the pressure and let him just free enough to move his head back and forth.

"Go on you delicious kitty, make your owner happy..."

He slowly bobbed his head back and forth, the tension of her gentle grip keeping him from moving too fast out, and then her gentle hands guiding him back in faster. He bobbed his head back and forth, his tongue doing its best to pleasure her.

The arousal made something in her boil over. Her hunger flared up, and her mouth tingled... God, she wanted to bite him so badly. Arousal intensified her craving for her strawberry kitty maid. He had to be delicious. The thought had been there for a while, and yet it suddenly bloomed to be as intense as the blowjob he was giving her.

Even as his lips kept moving back and forth, she couldn't stop imagining the taste and wanting to just lean down and bite; the craving spread throughout her body even as she wondered how exactly the estrogen was doing it.

"Oh kitty..." Veronica said, shivering with anticipation. "Kitty, I almost want to just eat you up and take a bite and give you a kiss... I want to taste that strawberry goodness inside you..."

Did that make any sense? A tinge of worry went through her as she regained her senses after blurting all that out. But then he shuddered in that way he always did when she said something that really got to him and turned him on, so she took it as a good sign.

And also, she wondered if she should actually bite him. It would be so easy, and so good... She tried to distract herself for a moment, and she finally fully unclenched her thighs. After all, she still wanted to rail him... It would be a shame to keep going and then finish without doing that.

"You can stop now. Now, who wants to be a good kitty for their owner?"

He came to a stop and slowly took his mouth off her erection. "Me! Me!" he said cutely from underneath her skirt. She flipped it up and saw his eager face hanging just in front of her dick; he looked up at her, begging for it.

Since when was she breathing so heavily? The craving flared up once more, and she wanted to lean down and bite his neck...

"Get on the bed, kitty," she said.

"Yes, owner..." He obeyed, his lovely skirt brushing against Veronica as it grazed by her.

"I just want to fuck you silly and oh god your neck just has to be so tasty... You don't mind if I have a taste, right? Right?"

"Bite me as much as you want," he said.

Permission! She could bite him! He finally settled in place on the bed, on his elbows and knees, ass up and looking so plowable. Turning around, she crawled behind him, internalizing that his body was all hers to fuck silly and to bite and to fill with pleasure until he came so hard his mind melted...

She wasted no time getting behind him. They were both still mostly clothed, but in her maid's case, his skirt was short enough to not matter at all. His cute panties were right there, a wet bulge pointing downward...

Ravenousness began to fill her as she reached forward, rubbing his soft thighs for only a brief moment before she couldn't help herself and pulled down his panties. He shivered, and she flipped up her skirt once more and brought herself forward. Her erection was so close to his entrance, and his neck and shoulders looked so tasty...

As she slid her erection forward and pierced his opening, her delicious kitty let out a soft, delighted moan. She went deeper, aided by the lubricant he had put into himself ahead of time. He was so hot and wet inside. The tightness, followed by his soft, loose, helpless warmth, filled her with pleasure; soon, she brushed against his prostate, making his whole body shudder as he mumbled and she let out a giggle.

She leaned forward, slowly at first, then more quickly as she began resting her body on top of his back. Even with two layers of fabric between them, having her chest on top of him felt so wonderful, and furthermore, his neck was right there...

Beginning to slowly thrust in and out of him, his arms and legs wobbling from the weight and pleasure, she whispered.

"You really want me to bite you? Do you really want to be a delicious kitty for me to eat up?"

"I wanna be a good kitty," he moaned. "Bite me please..."

Despite her cravings, and even as she was fucking him silly, she was just aware enough to hesitate as she brought her lips closer to his neck. And why... why were her teeth so sharp? They weren't like that a minute ago. Or were they?

One bite was all it would take. She thrusted harder and faster as another pulse of hunger kicked in, letting out a little whimper as Avery buckled under the pleasure.

Just one bite... She could hardly hold herself back.

Finally, she succumbed to the urge.

Her head tilted to the left, and her fangs pierced his exposed shoulder; immediately after she bit him, her instincts guided her as the wonderful, sweet taste brought her into a frenzy. She barely paid attention to what she was doing down below, pleasure filling her as she did it.

Avery almost crumpled as he let out moan after moan, and it fueled Veronica's lustful frenzy as she tasted his blood, which really did taste like sugar and strawberries, and she started to drink it up as she wildly thrusted into him, her arousal going wild.

"Harder," Avery begged. Veronica barely heard him as she put her lips on his shoulder, happily drinking the trickle that flowed out. The warmth, the sweetness, his wonderful depths... Her heart was pounding in her ears, and she swore she could feel his.

As she slid against his prostate over and over as she rammed him, a feeling of relief began to wash over her; yet it was dwarfed by ravenous excitement. She didn't think at all about what she was doing as pleasure built and built. Her lips sloppily and hungrily drank up as much as they could, and she kissed him and sucked out more and more and licked him and the only thing keeping her from biting again was the steady, wonderful trickle she sucked out of him...

Having already lost track of how much she had drank or what she was doing, she was almost already at orgasm. Almost there...

"Mmhm," she mumbled into his delicious shoulder. A few more thrusts and she'd be there. Avery was on the cusp of collapsing onto the bed, and Veronica enjoyed every sound that escaped his lips as she sloppily drained him.

She came. As her erection twitched inside him, her mind was lost in a sea of arousal and wonderful strawberry goodness and in all kinds of other emotions she was in no condition to describe. Avery moaned loudly over and over, and she barely noticed him clenching down there as well. She drank up as much as she could, lost in the pleasure as a growing satisfaction blossomed within her chest.

She erupted inside him over and over, every twitch accompanied by a pulse of her lips and another delicious taste. Unable to hold herself back, and not at all wanting to, she kept going and going for as long as she came...

Finally, her orgasm came to a stop, and she began to feel satisfied--and full. He was tasty, sure, but with her pleasure no longer pushing her along, and having drank her fill of his blood, she finally stopped sucking him dry. And as she stopped thrusting, having filled him up inside, she felt a wonderful calm wash over her, soon joined by Avery as his moans quieted down. Even as her heart pounded in her ears, she was at the very least free from the intensity that was driving her mad, and the slow winding down of her heavy breathing was welcome.

Then, as she brought her lips off his shoulder and began to unmount him, she saw the horrifying mess she had made on his shoulder. Calm satisfaction turned into shock.

"Oh! Avery! Are you okay?"

"Yeah..." he said. "I mean, it didn't hurt that bad... It still kind of aches but in a good way. I don't think you drew blood or anything, right?"

How did he not know? It was obvious looking at him from behind. Maybe Avery was just built differently.

"You, uh, I'll get some paper towels," Veronica said.

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Avery thought about everything as they cleaned themselves and the bed up. How did he not notice he was having his blood sucked? It just felt like a normal bite. At least she didn't take too much, and it was already starting to heal. He kind of wished it hurt more, since that would have made it even kinkier...

After they cleaned up, they both got into bed again, wearing just their underwear and more importantly, their cute thigh-highs. Avery was fine, just tired. And after having had a hearty drink of his blood, Veronica's chest somehow seemed... actually kind of big now. Maybe it really did only just take an evening for it to fully grow in?

Veronica seemed fully aware of how big her chest was as well. "Hey, come closer and put your face on them and fall asleep for me," she said.

"Yes, my owner..." he muttered, noticing her eyes glow a faint red for a moment, and then immediately forgetting about it.

He obeyed, coming close and resting his face on her soft chest. Her bra pushed it up just a little, creating a wonderful pillow for him to rest his face on... Her body was even cool in the ways a pillow was supposed to be, with his own body supplying it with just a little bit of warmth as he got cozy. There was no room in his mind for questioning why her chest was like this.

And since she was ordering him to sleep, he felt it coming so quickly and so naturally, even after mere moments. Veronica turned off the lights and pulled the covers over them, with Avery completely buried in them. She hugged him, holding him close against her chest, and it didn't take long for him to drift off...

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The next morning, Veronica was brushing her teeth in the bathroom when she realized the large mirror above the sink wasn't working; it just reflected the wall behind her, and that was it. Damn mirrors. It was cheap and like eight years old, so like with a lot of cheap appliances, it was going to stop working eventually, and it was probably time to buy a new one anyway...

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