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Elle and Sarah discover a magic notebook which makes everything written in it come true! This is a story designed to be an entry point for playing around with the story generation AI.
Elle wandered through her neighborhood, enjoying a sunny Saturday morning that turned the streets into a sprawling outdoor market of garage sales. She stood out with her long, light brown hair tied back in a casual ponytail, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans that made her feel at ease. Her keen green eyes scanned the tables and boxes filled with odds and ends, always on the lookout for something special.As she explored, Elle's gaze landed on a small, out-of-place leather-bound notebook nestled among a pile of old books and toys. It seemed ancient, its leather cover worn but inviting, with edges that shimmered like gold. Even from a distance, Elle felt an odd pull towards it, a sense of mystery wrapping around her heart.The seller, a short woman with a remarkably masculine presence, seemed completely out of place. She was wearing an oversized football jersey that hung awkwardly on her frame, adding to the peculiarity of her appearance. Her features were soft and her build small -- her height barely reached Elle's shoulder. There was something undeniably odd about her, as if her body didn't quite match the energy she projected. She was scowling when Elle walked up to the table."How much for the notebook?" Elle asked, her curiosity piqued as she reached out to touch the intriguing find.The woman's response came out throatily, as if she was trying to make her voice go deeper than it naturally would. "If you'll take it off my hands it's yours," she said, her scowl deepening. "But be careful, that book can bring both wonders and troubles. It's more powerful than it looks."Her warning, delivered with a seriousness that contrasted her ridiculous outfit, sent a shiver down Elle's spine. Yet, the allure of the notebook was too strong. Elle thanked her, a mix of excitement and apprehension stirring within as she took possession of the mysterious book.
Elle wandered through her neighborhood, enjoying a sunny Saturday morning that turned the streets into a sprawling outdoor market of garage sales. She stood out with her long, light brown hair tied back in a casual ponytail, wearing a simple t-shirt and jeans that made her feel at ease. Her keen green eyes scanned the tables and boxes filled with odds and ends, always on the lookout for something special.As she explored, Elle's gaze landed on a small, out-of-place leather-bound notebook nestled among a pile of old books and toys. It seemed ancient, its leather cover worn but inviting, with edges that shimmered like gold. Even from a distance, Elle felt an odd pull towards it, a sense of mystery wrapping around her heart.The seller, a short woman with a remarkably masculine presence, seemed completely out of place. She was wearing an oversized football jersey that hung awkwardly on her frame, adding to the peculiarity of her appearance. Her features were soft and her build small -- her height barely reached Elle's shoulder. There was something undeniably odd about her, as if her body didn't quite match the energy she projected. She was scowling when Elle walked up to the table."How much for the notebook?" Elle asked, her curiosity piqued as she reached out to touch the intriguing find.The woman's response came out throatily, as if she was trying to make her voice go deeper than it naturally would. "If you'll take it off my hands it's yours," she said, her scowl deepening. "But be careful, that book can bring both wonders and troubles. It's more powerful than it looks."Her warning, delivered with a seriousness that contrasted her ridiculous outfit, sent a shiver down Elle's spine. Yet, the allure of the notebook was too strong. Elle thanked her, a mix of excitement and apprehension stirring within as she took possession of the mysterious book.
Vivian visits a 'specialty' whorehouse that promises to deliver her every fantasy--satisfaction guaranteed. She thinks she might be bisexual and is curious to find out, but she's not really expecting to find herself in bed with a mermaid and a dragon. Boy is she in for a surprise!
It took Vivian three tries to cross the street and two more to make it up the front walk and onto the porch of the old, Victorian-style house. Her hand trembling, she reached out and rang the bell, and very nearly lost her nerve completely. She turned to flee just as the door opened. A tall, dapper gentleman wearing a gray suit with a blue and silver waistcoat stepped out and caught her by the wrist. His hand was warm against her skin, almost hot, his grip like iron. Heart pounding, Vivian looked up at him.
He was handsome, his features refined and sculpted, his eyes a startling shade of dark blue, but he was almost too perfect, like he couldn’t possibly be real. He wore small, square spectacles and a high, midnight blue top hat, a glossy black feather tucked into the silver silk band and held in place by a sapphire studded hat pin.
“Good afternoon, my dear,” he said, his voice deep and cultured, but with a hint of an accent that made him sound exotic and lyrical. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t begin to guess where he might be from. “What brings you to my den of desire?”
Vivian blushed, her whole body burning as she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
“I want—I mean, my friend told me about this place,” she said. “It is true? That I can have whatever I want?”
“It is true,” he said, his grip on her wrist melting into a soft caress as he released her. “Please, come inside and we can discuss what I can offer you.”
Vivian hesitated. Her legs felt numb. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew this was a bad idea, but the things Gloria had told her...She couldn’t walk away. Instead, she followed the man into the house.
He led her down a hall into a small sitting room and gestured to an antique-looking high-backed chair with floral upholstery and carved, claw feet.
“May I offer you something to drink, my dear? Water, or tea perhaps? Maybe something a bit stronger?” He smiled, his teeth even and very white against his brown skin.
“No, thank you,” she replied, sinking down on the edge of the seat, her hands gripping her knees.
“Very well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Maximus, the proprietor of this establishment. I am the one who can bring your most secret and intimate of fantasies to life, who can grant you the darkest desires of your heart. Now, what shall we call you? And it doesn’t have to be your real name, if that will make you more comfortable.”
“Oh, um...Call me Vivian, I guess,” she said. Gloria had said they were very discreet, and besides, they’d see her name on her credit card when it came time to pay. Which reminded her… “Do you accept credit?”
“Of a sort,” Maximus said with a crooked grin. “Let’s not worry about that right now. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here. You’re a very pretty woman; surely you have no trouble getting all the sex you want.”
Vivian blushed again, looking down at the carpet as he sank gracefully into the chair across from her. “I have had a few boyfriends,” she confessed, “and I have...you know...with a couple of them.”
“My dear Vivian, I certainly do know, but if you can’t even say the words, then this is probably not the right place for you,” Maximus said, making like he was going to stand up again.
“We fucked,” Vivian blurted out. She breathed a sigh of relief as he relaxed back into the chair and motioned for her to continue. “Anyway, yes, I’ve had sex with guys, but never...a woman. I think I want to—I may be bisexual—but I’m not sure, and I don’t want to just use some random woman in order to find out.”
“I sympathize, my dear,” Maximus said, “but I run a specialty brothel, and to be frank, there’s nothing special about your request. I can refer you to several quality establishments that can help you discover the truth about your sexuality—”
“There’s more,” Vivian said. “You see, the reason I think I might be bi is because I have this fantasy about having sex with a mermaid. And a dragon.”
“Ohhh, now we’re talking,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Tell me all about them, every last detail.”
Vivian talked for almost half an hour, describing the creatures and what she wanted them to do to her. She was out of breath and very horny by the time she finished. Maximus sat forward in his chair and adjusted his hat.
“All right, I think we can work with that. Now, let’s talk payment.”
Vivian pulled her purse up into her lap and reached for her wallet.
“That won’t be necessary,” he said, pulling off his hat and releasing a wild tangle of copper curls. He reached inside it and pulled out a rolled up sheet of paper. “This is our standard contract, guaranteeing your complete satisfaction in exchange for a small portion of your soul. Now, normally, I only charge one or two percent for a fantasy, but yours is quite elaborate, so I’m going to have to ask for five percent.” He unrolled the paper and spread it on the small table between them, the surface covered in fine print that was nearly impossible to read.
“Hang on, did you say you want my soul?”
“That’s right. Just a tiny piece of it, though.”
“This is insane,” Vivian said, leaning forward and squinting at the minuscule writing. “What do you want my soul for?”
“It’s an investment, nothing more,” Maximus said with a disarming smile. “If I had your whole soul, I might be able to do something, but a fraction like that is practically worthless.”
“Then why do you want it?”
Maximus shrugged his elegant shoulders. “Why not? It adds to the allure and mystery of my business. Swiping your Mastercard is not nearly as sexy as selling your soul.”
Vivian licked dry lips. “Where do I sign?”
“Right here.” Maximus pulled the jeweled hatpin out of the silk band and pointed to a blank space at the bottom of the contract. She reached out to pick up the pen lying on the table and with a flick of his wrist, Maximus stabbed the tip of the hatpin into her finger.
“Ouch!” she said, jerking back, but it was too late. A large, dark drop of blood dripped onto the paper, hissing and smoking as it crawled across the page, scrawling her name in an elegant script.
“Thank you very much, my dear,” Maximus said, returning the pin to his hat and the hat to his head. He rolled up the contract and tucked it inside his jacket, then reached out for her hand as he rose to his feet. “Now, if you’ll follow me, your erotic fantasy is about to begin.”
In a daze, Vivian followed him up a flight of winding stairs to the second floor. She couldn’t stop thinking about her blood on the contract, the way her name had written itself on the paper. If that was a trick, it was a damn good one, but an uneasy weight in the pit of her stomach had her struggling desperately to explain how such a thing could be possible. Was she drugged and hallucinating? She had refused the drink he’d offered. Perhaps she was hypnotized and imagining things. She didn’t remember being put into a trance, but he might have instructed her not to remember. That seemed the most likely explanation, and she clung to it for the sake of her sanity.
“This is our master suite,” Maximus said, stopping outside an ordinary looking bedroom door. “Within, you will find everything that you desire. Just remember, this is your fantasy, and nothing can harm you. When you are ready, enter and enjoy.” He gave her a small, knowing smile and stepped back from the door.
As nervous as she was, Vivian could not deny her own curiosity. As far as showmanship went, this place was a ten, and when she reached out and opened the door, she almost believed there would be a mermaid and a dragon waiting on the other side.
She stepped into the room, at once overwhelmed by the stately beauty of the antique bed and the fine furnishings, and at the same time, disappointed to find it empty. She felt silly for hoping for the impossible and flopped down on the huge bed with a gusty sigh.
Splash!
Vivian sat bolt upright, her heart pounding, as something made a loud splashing sound in the adjoining bathroom.
“Hello?” she called. “Is someone there?”
A feminine voice giggled and answered, “Why don’t you come and see for yourself?”
Vivian closed her eyes and took a bracing breath. “It’s not real,” she whispered, then rose from the bed and marched into the bathroom, determined to see through the illusion and not be fooled by Maximus’ cheap tricks. That determination lasted all of three seconds once she stepped through the doorway and feasted her eyes upon the dusky mermaid lounging in the huge, claw-footed bathtub.
Hair as black as night spilled over bare, golden-brown shoulders, her wet skin gleaming as she draped her arms gracefully over the rim of the bath, the water lapping against her full breasts as her tail swished back and forth. From the waist up, she was the most beautiful woman, and from the hips down, she was a sleek, iridescent fish, her scales and fins shimmering with blue and green and gold.
“Hello there, human female,” the mermaid said, her dark eyes moving down Vivian’s body. “I am Mariana, Queen of the Depths. And who might you be?”
“V-Vivian,” she whispered.
Queen Mariana regarded her for a moment. “Well, Vivian?” she asked finally. “Are you going to attend me or not? I need to be bathed.”
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, snapping out of her daze and deciding to play along. This was much more creative than what she had described to Maximus. Trembling inside, she approached the tub, devouring every inch of supple flesh and gauzy fin. Grasping the soap, she leaned over the tub, dipped her hands into the warm water, and began to wash the mermaid’s arm.
Splash!
Vivian gasped as a flick of that powerful tail drenched her from head to toe. Shocked, she stood dripping on the tile floor, not sure what to do.
“I’m sorry, did I get you wet?” the Queen asked. “Better take those off so they can dry.”
Suddenly self-conscious, Vivian turned her back to the tub and began to remove her clothes. She stripped down to her bra and panties, then turned back, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands. She knew she was in shape and not bad to look at, but compared to the mermaid, she was just a dowdy old frump with too much belly and not enough boobs.
“Oh, my, what lovely legs you have,” Queen Mariana said, leaning on the edge of the tub to get a closer look.
“Really?” Vivian said, looking down. Her thighs were too thick, her knees knobby, and she had faded scars on one shin from a bicycle accident in college.
“Oh, yes. Come here so I may touch them.”
Vivian stepped closer as the mermaid reached out, trailing slender fingers over Vivian’s skin, sending a flash of hot desire through Vivian’s body. She wanted to feel those elegant hands all over her, and she shivered as soft fingertips slid up her inner thigh and brushed against the silky material of her panties.
“Why, these are wet, too,” Queen Mariana said, hooking her fingers into the lace waistband and pulling Vivian’s panties down. “You are dripping wet and shivering, my dear. Come into the tub with me and warm up.”
Vivian needed no second invitation. Sitting on the edge, she swung her legs over, intending to sit down by the mermaid’s tail, where there was plenty of room in the over-sized tub, but Queen Mariana had other ideas. Grabbing Vivian by the hips, she pulled her into the water, on top of herself, until Vivian was kneeling astride that supple fish tail, the smooth, slippery scales pressed against her inner thighs.
“We don’t want this to get wet, either,” the Queen said, unfastening Vivian’s bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Vivian watched it sail through the air and land on the tiled floor. “That’s much better, isn’t it? Such nice tits should not be covered and restrained. They should be worshiped and enjoyed.” Vivian gasped as warm, soft hands cupped her breasts, kneading the firm flesh and teasing her nipples into hard points.
Suddenly, the Queen stopped. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think my tits are nice enough to be worshiped, too?”
“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, pressing her hands to the wet, warm skin. Hesitantly at first, she caressed the firm mounds, but as Queen Mariana moaned and arched her body into Vivian’s hands, her confidence increased. She teased the mermaid’s dark nipples, rolling the pebbled flesh between her finger and thumb. “Please, my Queen,” she asked breathlessly, “may I kiss you?”
In answer, Queen Mariana raised her head and captured Vivian’s lips in a hungry kiss. Vivian’s head spun, her body burning with desire. It was everything she had imagined, and more, the sensation of being touched by a female hand both foreign and exciting, as well as familiar and comforting.
Tongues tangling, Vivian closed her eyes, moaning as that soft hand left her breast, sliding down wet skin to tug and tease Vivian’s neatly trimmed curls. She gasped as the mermaid stroked her pussy, rubbing against her sensitive mound before slipping two fingers between her swollen lips and tracing a slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Panting, Vivian rocked her hips, the water sloshing all around them and splashing out onto the floor as she ground against Queen Mariana’s hand. Pulling back, the mermaid laughed.
“Perhaps we should move this someplace dryer, before we flood the entire house.”
“Can you do that?” Vivian asked, breathless as she continued to stroke the Queen’s perfect breasts. “Leave the water, I mean?”
“Of course,” she replied. “When dry, my fins become legs, although not nearly as shapely as yours.” Beneath the water, she caressed one of Vivian’s thighs, her hand creeping around to grip and knead her firm ass.
“Mmm, I should probably find some towels, then,” Vivian moaned, reluctant to leave the tub.
“I saw some in the bedroom, on the dresser.”
Still, Vivian didn’t move. The water was warm and Queen Mariana’s skin was so soft. After a moment, the mermaid leaned close and whispered in Vivian’s ear.
“Once I have legs, I’ll let you taste my pussy.”
Vivian shot out of the water and scrambled over the edge of the tub so fast her wet feet nearly went sliding out from under her. The mermaid laughed, a lilting, musical sound, as Vivian ran stark-naked from the room, the chill air raising goosebumps along her bare body. She rushed toward the dresser, where a tall stack of fluffy towels waited, but stopped dead as something long and dark and sinuous slithered across the floor in front of her.
Heart pounding, she turned toward the bed, and came face to face with a huge, red-brown dragon draped across the mattress. Orange eyes flickering like live coals stared back at her from a deep-set skull covered in scales and spikes and twisting horns. The beast had a long neck and tail, and a muscular body in between, with a pair of large, leathery wings folded against its back.
“There you are,” the dragon said, small curls of smoke rising up from its nostrils. “You know, it’s not wise to keep a dragon waiting. It doesn’t take long to go from horny to hungry.” A long black tongue slid out of the dragon’s mouth, the forked tip flicking in the air.
“I-I’m sorry,” Vivian stammered. “I didn’t know you were waiting. I was with Queen Mariana—”
The dragon snorted, singeing the bedspread as flames erupted from its nostrils. “That overgrown trout is no queen! Where is she? I’ll turn her into sushi.” It started to get up, the bed frame creaking and groaning beneath its weight.
“I think she left already,” Vivian said, stepping away from the bathroom door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t give it,” the dragon said sulkily as it lay back down. “I am Fyre, Terror of the Skies, Devourer of Souls, the flame that burns forever.”
Behind her, in the bathroom, Vivian thought she heard a soft splash and what sounded like someone muttering, “Oh, brother,” but she couldn’t be sure.
“I’m very humbled to meet you,” she said. “Forgive me, but are you a male dragon, or a female?”
“Can’t you tell?” Fyre said with another snort. “Of course you can’t. Humans are such ignorant, blind little creatures. I am female, as you could plainly tell if you bothered to look.” She rolled onto her side and raised her hind leg, exposing her scaled underbelly. Down between her legs, at the base of her tail, there was a slight bulge, the glossy scales creased and dimpled, forming a slit in her armored hide.
“Oh, of course,” Vivian said. “I see now. How silly of me.”
“Good, now what that’s cleared up, don’t just stand there,” Fyre said. “Come here.”
Cautiously, Vivian moved closer, stepping over the end of the snake-like tail. She stopped at the corner of the bed. “What would you like me to do?”
With a flick of her powerful tail, Fyre sent Vivian sprawling on her face upon the bed.
“I would like you to to do as I say the first time,” the dragon said testily. “I said come here.”
Wary of the tail, Vivian crawled onto the bed beside the dragon.
“Now, rub your hand along my cloaca.”
Vivian reached out, her fingers hovering over the slit in the dragon’s scales. “Here?”
“Yes, there. Rub hard. Ohhh, just like that.”
The scales were smooth and warm and softer than Vivian had imagined, more like flexible plastic, giving as she pressed against the dragon’s slit. Thick, clear fluid welled up, slicking her fingers, as the slight bulge began to swell. Vivian gasped, pulling her hand back, as the scales gaped open, revealing slick, pink flesh within. It looked a lot like a human pussy, only about three times bigger.
“What is this?” Vivian asked, hesitantly rubbing a large nub of dark flesh that hardened at her touch.
“What do you think it is?” Fyre replied, her voice tight. “Quit asking stupid questions and just suck on it.”
“Oh, right,” Vivian said, her cheeks heating up as she blushed. She’d been so fascinated by the dragon, she’d forgotten she was naked in bed with the creature. On her hands and knees, she leaned in, pressing her face against that slick slit and wrapping her lips around the dragon’s giant clit. It nearly filled her moth, hot and throbbing against her tongue, the taste sweet. She sucked, flicking her tongue against it, and was gratified to hear Fyre moan.
“That’s it, just like that,” the dragon gasped. “Now, fuck me. Use your hand.”
Vivian lifted her head, licking the sweetness from her lips as she slid her fingers into the dragon’s slit, finding her tight tunnel and pushing inside. Walls of muscle gripped her hand, squeezing and contracting, trying to pull her deeper. She shoved, sinking her arm into the dragon’s vagina. Beneath her, Fyre shuddered with pleasure.
This is so fucking hot, she thought, bending her head and devouring Fyre’s clit once more.
“Oh, yes! Fuck yes!” Fyre exclaimed. “You wicked girl. Let’s see how you like it.”
Before Vivian could decide what the dragon meant by that, she felt something slick and solid slide between her thighs and rub against her hot nether lips. She glanced back as Fyre pressed her scaled nose against Vivian’s ass, her long, muscular tongue lapping at Vivian’s pussy.
Moaning low in her throat, Vivian spread her legs wider and tried to concentrate on what she was doing, her tongue teasing that giant bundle of nerves and licking up the sweet, slippery fluid that flowed like nectar. Fyre licked harder, plunging between her lips and assaulting her clit until she was shaking, her hips jerking as she flew toward the precipice of orgasm.
Suddenly, the dragon pulled back, leaving her pussy cold and aching. Vivian raised her head to see what was going on, just as that wicked forked tongue thrust between her lips and deep into her tight tunnel. Vivian cried out, her body stretched and filled by that solid rod of muscle, as big as any cock she’d known. But unlike a cock, hammering blindly into her, Fyre’s tongue writhed and curled and sought out the places that made her shudder and twitch and scream as the orgasm thundered through her.
“Who is making all the noise out here?” asked a familiar voice, and Vivian raised her head, pulling her hand out of the dragon’s passage as Queen Mariana strode out of the bathroom on a pair of slender legs that flashed and shimmered, covered in blue, green, and gold scales up to her narrow waist. Even out of the water, her bare breasts defied gravity. “You!” the mermaid said, pointing at the dragon. “What are you doing with my human, you inflated lizard?”
Fyre withdrew her tongue from Vivian’s pussy, making her shudder and moan.
“Your human?” the dragon said, black smoke curling up from her nostrils. “This one is mine! Go back to your pond before I fry you to a crisp and serve you with chips!” She spat a burst of flame into the room, leaving soot-marks on the ceiling.
“You just try it,” the Queen said. “I’ll have your scaly hide for boots!”
“Ladies, please!” Vivian said, before things could get ugly. “This is my fantasy and I’ll have no more fighting.”
“Fine,” the mermaid said, crossing her arms over her breasts, “then tell this overgrown reptile to get lost.”
“Better yet,” said Fyre, “tell that screeching catfish to take a swim!”
Vivian looked back and forth between the two, utterly torn. This wasn’t part of her fantasy. She shouldn’t have to choose.
“Well?” Queen Mariana demanded. “Which one of us do you want to stay?”
“Both of you?” Vivian said in a small voice.
The dragon cocked her head to look down at Vivian. “Are you asking, or telling?”
“Um...telling. I want both of you.”
Queen Mariana let her lips quirk into a small smile. “Good choice, human. I had a feeling you’d be fun to play with. Now, get away from that overweight alligator’s flabby snatch and come see what royal twat tastes like.”
“Royal!” Fyre roared with laughter, rattling the windows in their casings. “You’re about as royal as the dump I took last week. Your father was an eel and your mother whored herself down on the docks to any sailor with a quarter.”
The mermaid gasped, her lovely face lined with sorrow at the dragon’s cruel words, and she turned away, covering her face with her hands.
“Now look what you did,” Vivian said, climbing off the bed and rushing to Queen Mariana’s side. She put her arm around the mermaid’s shaking shoulders. “Don’t cry, Your Highness. I don’t care what she says, you are a Queen to me.”
Queen Mariana quickly dried her tears, leaving her just as lovely as before.
“That’s kind of you to say, but it would be even more convincing if you were on your knees.”
“Yes, my Queen,” Vivian said, sinking down in front of the mermaid, her scale-covered pussy right in front of Vivian’s face. She had a faint odor of fish and brine, like the sea, but not unpleasant. Leaning forward, Vivian used her fingers to part the scaly folds and reveal the soft, pink pearl within.
“Oh, my! Oh, yes!” Queen Mariana gasped as Vivian devoured her pussy, licking and sucking on her salty clit until it was hard and throbbing against her tongue. “Stop, stop!” the mermaid said suddenly, her hand pushing against Vivian’s shoulder. “My knees feel like they’re about to buckle. I need to lie down.”
She staggered and Vivian jumped up, leading her over to the bed, but instead of lying upon it, she pushed Vivian down onto her back and climbed on top of her, her knees next to Vivian’s shoulders and her gaping pussy inches above her face. Vivian gasped as the mermaid slid her hand between Vivian’s thighs, coaxing her legs apart. Knees bent and heels dug into the mattress, Vivian fought the urge to rock her hips as Queen Mariana rubbed against her wet mound, nimble fingers parting her lips and a wicked tongue delving inside to tease Vivian’s aching clit.
Wrapping her arms around Queen Mariana’s slender hips, Vivian lifted her head and began to feast on the mermaid’s juicy snatch once more, their moans and slurps filling the room.
“I see you forgot about me,” Fyre said sullenly. “Maybe this will remind you.”
Vivian cried out, her body bucking as the dragon’s long tongue thrust between her legs once more, plunging deep into her womb, filling her passage with hot, hard muscle. She clenched around it, quaking with pleasure so intense it stole her breath.
Not to be outdone, apparently, Queen Mariana flicked her tongue against Vivian’s clit until she was shaking, an orgasm like a freight train barreling through her. She cried out, hips jerking as she came, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through her until she thought she was going to pass out. She tried to twist away from the industrious tongues, to close her legs and protect her shuddering body, but the mermaid held her down, the dragon’s head between her thighs.
“Please,” Vivian gasped. “No more, please!”
But they weren’t listening, or if they heard her, they didn’t care. Queen Mariana swirled her tongue around Vivian’s clit, sucking hard on the throbbing nub, and Fyre’s tongue plunged into her quaking, clenching passage like a piston of flesh, the wicked forked tip ticking deep inside of her. Vivian squirmed beneath their relentless assault, her hands clutching at the bed as they drove her toward the edge of another thunderous orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” she shouted. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” She screamed, hips bucking and toes curling as the hurricane within her made landfall. She squeezed her eyes shut and held on for dear life, riding each wild wave that crashed over her, tossing her on a sea of ecstasy.
When the storm finally subsided, Vivian lay gasping, muscles twitching as echoes of her orgasm shuddered through her. She opened her eyes, shocked to discover that she was alone. Well, almost.
“So, my dear, did you enjoy yourself?” Maximus leaned over the bed, grinning down at Vivian. She bit back a scream as she scrambled off the bed, trying to cover herself as she looked around for her clothes before remembering that she’d left them in the bathroom.
“Relax, I have no interest in your body,” Maximus said, grabbing one of the large bath towels off the dresser and tossing it to her. “I’m only interested in one thing—are you satisfied with your encounter?”
Vivian wrapped the towel around herself, her inner thighs slippery, her pussy still throbbing with the aftershocks. Was she satisfied? She’d never cum so hard in her life. She opened her mouth to answer, but quickly closed it again.
“What if I’m not?” she asked.
He gave her a crooked, leering grin. “Satisfaction is guaranteed. I’d be forced to call your companions back in here to finish the job.”
Vivian shuddered, her pussy clenching. “Yes, I’m completely satisfied,” she said. She wasn’t sure she could survive another round with the two of them.
“Great to hear, my dear,” Maximus said, clapping his hands together. “That completes our contract and transfers ownership of five percent of your soul to me.”
Vivian took a step back, one hand pressed over her heart. “Is it...is it going to hurt when you take it?”
Maximus laughed. “Oh, you sweet girl. Of course not. I’m not taking anything from you. Like I said, you can think of it as an investment. If I owned five percent of a business, I wouldn’t carve out a hunk of their office, now would I? Bricks and carpet and wiring? What use would that be?”
“Okay, but—”
“Listen, I hate to rush you,” he said, glancing at the watch on his wrist, “but I need to have this room cleaned before anyone can use it, so if you can get your things, that would be appreciated.”
“Oh, right! Sorry,” Vivian said, hurrying into the bathroom. “I’m just wondering how you can run a business if you don’t actually get anything for your services.” She lifted her bra and panties out of a puddle, her nose wrinkling at the thought of putting them back on.
“My employees are fairly compensated and well-treated,” Maximus said from the doorway. “You didn’t hear either of them complaining, did you?”
“Well, no...”
“Then you let me worry about my bottom line,” Maximus said with a charming smile. He looked different, somehow, but Vivian couldn’t say how. She pulled on her jeans and shirt, which were damp, but wearable, wrung the water out of her underwear, and stuffed them into her purse. Slipping into her shoes, she headed for the door.
“Thanks, this was...unbelievable,” she said as she passed Maximus.
“Did it help?” he asked. “Are you secure in your sexuality now?”
She paused and glanced back. “I think so. Thank you.”
“Well, if you ever need to do more research, you know where to find me. It might be a good idea to take a ride on a male dragon before you make up your mind. More data points and all that.” He looked over the top of his spectacles and winked at her, and she realized what was different. He had the golden eyes of a goat.
“Um...thanks, but I don’t think so,” she said, and she left, her slick pussy reminding her with every step that her fantasy had been anything but a fantasy. Before she even made it to her car, she found herself wondering what a dragon cock would look like, feel like, taste like, how big would it be, filling and stretching her pussy, and how would it feel to have a dragon cum inside of her? As she started her car, she sighed, acknowledging that Maximus had won this round. She would most definitely be back.
It took Vivian three tries to cross the street and two more to make it up the front walk and onto the porch of the old, Victorian-style house. Her hand trembling, she reached out and rang the bell, and very nearly lost her nerve completely. She turned to flee just as the door opened. A tall, dapper gentleman wearing a gray suit with a blue and silver waistcoat stepped out and caught her by the wrist. His hand was warm against her skin, almost hot, his grip like iron. Heart pounding, Vivian looked up at him.
He was handsome, his features refined and sculpted, his eyes a startling shade of dark blue, but he was almost too perfect, like he couldn’t possibly be real. He wore small, square spectacles and a high, midnight blue top hat, a glossy black feather tucked into the silver silk band and held in place by a sapphire studded hat pin.
“Good afternoon, my dear,” he said, his voice deep and cultured, but with a hint of an accent that made him sound exotic and lyrical. It sounded familiar, but she couldn’t begin to guess where he might be from. “What brings you to my den of desire?”
Vivian blushed, her whole body burning as she swallowed hard, her mouth suddenly dry.
“I want—I mean, my friend told me about this place,” she said. “It is true? That I can have whatever I want?”
“It is true,” he said, his grip on her wrist melting into a soft caress as he released her. “Please, come inside and we can discuss what I can offer you.”
Vivian hesitated. Her legs felt numb. She shouldn’t be doing this. She knew this was a bad idea, but the things Gloria had told her...She couldn’t walk away. Instead, she followed the man into the house.
He led her down a hall into a small sitting room and gestured to an antique-looking high-backed chair with floral upholstery and carved, claw feet.
“May I offer you something to drink, my dear? Water, or tea perhaps? Maybe something a bit stronger?” He smiled, his teeth even and very white against his brown skin.
“No, thank you,” she replied, sinking down on the edge of the seat, her hands gripping her knees.
“Very well. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Maximus, the proprietor of this establishment. I am the one who can bring your most secret and intimate of fantasies to life, who can grant you the darkest desires of your heart. Now, what shall we call you? And it doesn’t have to be your real name, if that will make you more comfortable.”
“Oh, um...Call me Vivian, I guess,” she said. Gloria had said they were very discreet, and besides, they’d see her name on her credit card when it came time to pay. Which reminded her… “Do you accept credit?”
“Of a sort,” Maximus said with a crooked grin. “Let’s not worry about that right now. Why don’t you tell me why you’re here. You’re a very pretty woman; surely you have no trouble getting all the sex you want.”
Vivian blushed again, looking down at the carpet as he sank gracefully into the chair across from her. “I have had a few boyfriends,” she confessed, “and I have...you know...with a couple of them.”
“My dear Vivian, I certainly do know, but if you can’t even say the words, then this is probably not the right place for you,” Maximus said, making like he was going to stand up again.
“We fucked,” Vivian blurted out. She breathed a sigh of relief as he relaxed back into the chair and motioned for her to continue. “Anyway, yes, I’ve had sex with guys, but never...a woman. I think I want to—I may be bisexual—but I’m not sure, and I don’t want to just use some random woman in order to find out.”
“I sympathize, my dear,” Maximus said, “but I run a specialty brothel, and to be frank, there’s nothing special about your request. I can refer you to several quality establishments that can help you discover the truth about your sexuality—”
“There’s more,” Vivian said. “You see, the reason I think I might be bi is because I have this fantasy about having sex with a mermaid. And a dragon.”
“Ohhh, now we’re talking,” he said, his eyes lighting up. “Tell me all about them, every last detail.”
Vivian talked for almost half an hour, describing the creatures and what she wanted them to do to her. She was out of breath and very horny by the time she finished. Maximus sat forward in his chair and adjusted his hat.
“All right, I think we can work with that. Now, let’s talk payment.”
Vivian pulled her purse up into her lap and reached for her wallet.
“That won’t be necessary,” he said, pulling off his hat and releasing a wild tangle of copper curls. He reached inside it and pulled out a rolled up sheet of paper. “This is our standard contract, guaranteeing your complete satisfaction in exchange for a small portion of your soul. Now, normally, I only charge one or two percent for a fantasy, but yours is quite elaborate, so I’m going to have to ask for five percent.” He unrolled the paper and spread it on the small table between them, the surface covered in fine print that was nearly impossible to read.
“Hang on, did you say you want my soul?”
“That’s right. Just a tiny piece of it, though.”
“This is insane,” Vivian said, leaning forward and squinting at the minuscule writing. “What do you want my soul for?”
“It’s an investment, nothing more,” Maximus said with a disarming smile. “If I had your whole soul, I might be able to do something, but a fraction like that is practically worthless.”
“Then why do you want it?”
Maximus shrugged his elegant shoulders. “Why not? It adds to the allure and mystery of my business. Swiping your Mastercard is not nearly as sexy as selling your soul.”
Vivian licked dry lips. “Where do I sign?”
“Right here.” Maximus pulled the jeweled hatpin out of the silk band and pointed to a blank space at the bottom of the contract. She reached out to pick up the pen lying on the table and with a flick of his wrist, Maximus stabbed the tip of the hatpin into her finger.
“Ouch!” she said, jerking back, but it was too late. A large, dark drop of blood dripped onto the paper, hissing and smoking as it crawled across the page, scrawling her name in an elegant script.
“Thank you very much, my dear,” Maximus said, returning the pin to his hat and the hat to his head. He rolled up the contract and tucked it inside his jacket, then reached out for her hand as he rose to his feet. “Now, if you’ll follow me, your erotic fantasy is about to begin.”
In a daze, Vivian followed him up a flight of winding stairs to the second floor. She couldn’t stop thinking about her blood on the contract, the way her name had written itself on the paper. If that was a trick, it was a damn good one, but an uneasy weight in the pit of her stomach had her struggling desperately to explain how such a thing could be possible. Was she drugged and hallucinating? She had refused the drink he’d offered. Perhaps she was hypnotized and imagining things. She didn’t remember being put into a trance, but he might have instructed her not to remember. That seemed the most likely explanation, and she clung to it for the sake of her sanity.
“This is our master suite,” Maximus said, stopping outside an ordinary looking bedroom door. “Within, you will find everything that you desire. Just remember, this is your fantasy, and nothing can harm you. When you are ready, enter and enjoy.” He gave her a small, knowing smile and stepped back from the door.
As nervous as she was, Vivian could not deny her own curiosity. As far as showmanship went, this place was a ten, and when she reached out and opened the door, she almost believed there would be a mermaid and a dragon waiting on the other side.
She stepped into the room, at once overwhelmed by the stately beauty of the antique bed and the fine furnishings, and at the same time, disappointed to find it empty. She felt silly for hoping for the impossible and flopped down on the huge bed with a gusty sigh.
Splash!
Vivian sat bolt upright, her heart pounding, as something made a loud splashing sound in the adjoining bathroom.
“Hello?” she called. “Is someone there?”
A feminine voice giggled and answered, “Why don’t you come and see for yourself?”
Vivian closed her eyes and took a bracing breath. “It’s not real,” she whispered, then rose from the bed and marched into the bathroom, determined to see through the illusion and not be fooled by Maximus’ cheap tricks. That determination lasted all of three seconds once she stepped through the doorway and feasted her eyes upon the dusky mermaid lounging in the huge, claw-footed bathtub.
Hair as black as night spilled over bare, golden-brown shoulders, her wet skin gleaming as she draped her arms gracefully over the rim of the bath, the water lapping against her full breasts as her tail swished back and forth. From the waist up, she was the most beautiful woman, and from the hips down, she was a sleek, iridescent fish, her scales and fins shimmering with blue and green and gold.
“Hello there, human female,” the mermaid said, her dark eyes moving down Vivian’s body. “I am Mariana, Queen of the Depths. And who might you be?”
“V-Vivian,” she whispered.
Queen Mariana regarded her for a moment. “Well, Vivian?” she asked finally. “Are you going to attend me or not? I need to be bathed.”
“Yes, of course, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, snapping out of her daze and deciding to play along. This was much more creative than what she had described to Maximus. Trembling inside, she approached the tub, devouring every inch of supple flesh and gauzy fin. Grasping the soap, she leaned over the tub, dipped her hands into the warm water, and began to wash the mermaid’s arm.
Splash!
Vivian gasped as a flick of that powerful tail drenched her from head to toe. Shocked, she stood dripping on the tile floor, not sure what to do.
“I’m sorry, did I get you wet?” the Queen asked. “Better take those off so they can dry.”
Suddenly self-conscious, Vivian turned her back to the tub and began to remove her clothes. She stripped down to her bra and panties, then turned back, fighting the urge to cover herself with her hands. She knew she was in shape and not bad to look at, but compared to the mermaid, she was just a dowdy old frump with too much belly and not enough boobs.
“Oh, my, what lovely legs you have,” Queen Mariana said, leaning on the edge of the tub to get a closer look.
“Really?” Vivian said, looking down. Her thighs were too thick, her knees knobby, and she had faded scars on one shin from a bicycle accident in college.
“Oh, yes. Come here so I may touch them.”
Vivian stepped closer as the mermaid reached out, trailing slender fingers over Vivian’s skin, sending a flash of hot desire through Vivian’s body. She wanted to feel those elegant hands all over her, and she shivered as soft fingertips slid up her inner thigh and brushed against the silky material of her panties.
“Why, these are wet, too,” Queen Mariana said, hooking her fingers into the lace waistband and pulling Vivian’s panties down. “You are dripping wet and shivering, my dear. Come into the tub with me and warm up.”
Vivian needed no second invitation. Sitting on the edge, she swung her legs over, intending to sit down by the mermaid’s tail, where there was plenty of room in the over-sized tub, but Queen Mariana had other ideas. Grabbing Vivian by the hips, she pulled her into the water, on top of herself, until Vivian was kneeling astride that supple fish tail, the smooth, slippery scales pressed against her inner thighs.
“We don’t want this to get wet, either,” the Queen said, unfastening Vivian’s bra and sliding it off her shoulders. Vivian watched it sail through the air and land on the tiled floor. “That’s much better, isn’t it? Such nice tits should not be covered and restrained. They should be worshiped and enjoyed.” Vivian gasped as warm, soft hands cupped her breasts, kneading the firm flesh and teasing her nipples into hard points.
Suddenly, the Queen stopped. “What’s wrong? Don’t you think my tits are nice enough to be worshiped, too?”
“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Vivian said, pressing her hands to the wet, warm skin. Hesitantly at first, she caressed the firm mounds, but as Queen Mariana moaned and arched her body into Vivian’s hands, her confidence increased. She teased the mermaid’s dark nipples, rolling the pebbled flesh between her finger and thumb. “Please, my Queen,” she asked breathlessly, “may I kiss you?”
In answer, Queen Mariana raised her head and captured Vivian’s lips in a hungry kiss. Vivian’s head spun, her body burning with desire. It was everything she had imagined, and more, the sensation of being touched by a female hand both foreign and exciting, as well as familiar and comforting.
Tongues tangling, Vivian closed her eyes, moaning as that soft hand left her breast, sliding down wet skin to tug and tease Vivian’s neatly trimmed curls. She gasped as the mermaid stroked her pussy, rubbing against her sensitive mound before slipping two fingers between her swollen lips and tracing a slow circle around her throbbing clit.
Panting, Vivian rocked her hips, the water sloshing all around them and splashing out onto the floor as she ground against Queen Mariana’s hand. Pulling back, the mermaid laughed.
“Perhaps we should move this someplace dryer, before we flood the entire house.”
“Can you do that?” Vivian asked, breathless as she continued to stroke the Queen’s perfect breasts. “Leave the water, I mean?”
“Of course,” she replied. “When dry, my fins become legs, although not nearly as shapely as yours.” Beneath the water, she caressed one of Vivian’s thighs, her hand creeping around to grip and knead her firm ass.
“Mmm, I should probably find some towels, then,” Vivian moaned, reluctant to leave the tub.
“I saw some in the bedroom, on the dresser.”
Still, Vivian didn’t move. The water was warm and Queen Mariana’s skin was so soft. After a moment, the mermaid leaned close and whispered in Vivian’s ear.
“Once I have legs, I’ll let you taste my pussy.”
Vivian shot out of the water and scrambled over the edge of the tub so fast her wet feet nearly went sliding out from under her. The mermaid laughed, a lilting, musical sound, as Vivian ran stark-naked from the room, the chill air raising goosebumps along her bare body. She rushed toward the dresser, where a tall stack of fluffy towels waited, but stopped dead as something long and dark and sinuous slithered across the floor in front of her.
Heart pounding, she turned toward the bed, and came face to face with a huge, red-brown dragon draped across the mattress. Orange eyes flickering like live coals stared back at her from a deep-set skull covered in scales and spikes and twisting horns. The beast had a long neck and tail, and a muscular body in between, with a pair of large, leathery wings folded against its back.
“There you are,” the dragon said, small curls of smoke rising up from its nostrils. “You know, it’s not wise to keep a dragon waiting. It doesn’t take long to go from horny to hungry.” A long black tongue slid out of the dragon’s mouth, the forked tip flicking in the air.
“I-I’m sorry,” Vivian stammered. “I didn’t know you were waiting. I was with Queen Mariana—”
The dragon snorted, singeing the bedspread as flames erupted from its nostrils. “That overgrown trout is no queen! Where is she? I’ll turn her into sushi.” It started to get up, the bed frame creaking and groaning beneath its weight.
“I think she left already,” Vivian said, stepping away from the bathroom door. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name.”
“I didn’t give it,” the dragon said sulkily as it lay back down. “I am Fyre, Terror of the Skies, Devourer of Souls, the flame that burns forever.”
Behind her, in the bathroom, Vivian thought she heard a soft splash and what sounded like someone muttering, “Oh, brother,” but she couldn’t be sure.
“I’m very humbled to meet you,” she said. “Forgive me, but are you a male dragon, or a female?”
“Can’t you tell?” Fyre said with another snort. “Of course you can’t. Humans are such ignorant, blind little creatures. I am female, as you could plainly tell if you bothered to look.” She rolled onto her side and raised her hind leg, exposing her scaled underbelly. Down between her legs, at the base of her tail, there was a slight bulge, the glossy scales creased and dimpled, forming a slit in her armored hide.
“Oh, of course,” Vivian said. “I see now. How silly of me.”
“Good, now what that’s cleared up, don’t just stand there,” Fyre said. “Come here.”
Cautiously, Vivian moved closer, stepping over the end of the snake-like tail. She stopped at the corner of the bed. “What would you like me to do?”
With a flick of her powerful tail, Fyre sent Vivian sprawling on her face upon the bed.
“I would like you to to do as I say the first time,” the dragon said testily. “I said come here.”
Wary of the tail, Vivian crawled onto the bed beside the dragon.
“Now, rub your hand along my cloaca.”
Vivian reached out, her fingers hovering over the slit in the dragon’s scales. “Here?”
“Yes, there. Rub hard. Ohhh, just like that.”
The scales were smooth and warm and softer than Vivian had imagined, more like flexible plastic, giving as she pressed against the dragon’s slit. Thick, clear fluid welled up, slicking her fingers, as the slight bulge began to swell. Vivian gasped, pulling her hand back, as the scales gaped open, revealing slick, pink flesh within. It looked a lot like a human pussy, only about three times bigger.
“What is this?” Vivian asked, hesitantly rubbing a large nub of dark flesh that hardened at her touch.
“What do you think it is?” Fyre replied, her voice tight. “Quit asking stupid questions and just suck on it.”
“Oh, right,” Vivian said, her cheeks heating up as she blushed. She’d been so fascinated by the dragon, she’d forgotten she was naked in bed with the creature. On her hands and knees, she leaned in, pressing her face against that slick slit and wrapping her lips around the dragon’s giant clit. It nearly filled her moth, hot and throbbing against her tongue, the taste sweet. She sucked, flicking her tongue against it, and was gratified to hear Fyre moan.
“That’s it, just like that,” the dragon gasped. “Now, fuck me. Use your hand.”
Vivian lifted her head, licking the sweetness from her lips as she slid her fingers into the dragon’s slit, finding her tight tunnel and pushing inside. Walls of muscle gripped her hand, squeezing and contracting, trying to pull her deeper. She shoved, sinking her arm into the dragon’s vagina. Beneath her, Fyre shuddered with pleasure.
This is so fucking hot, she thought, bending her head and devouring Fyre’s clit once more.
“Oh, yes! Fuck yes!” Fyre exclaimed. “You wicked girl. Let’s see how you like it.”
Before Vivian could decide what the dragon meant by that, she felt something slick and solid slide between her thighs and rub against her hot nether lips. She glanced back as Fyre pressed her scaled nose against Vivian’s ass, her long, muscular tongue lapping at Vivian’s pussy.
Moaning low in her throat, Vivian spread her legs wider and tried to concentrate on what she was doing, her tongue teasing that giant bundle of nerves and licking up the sweet, slippery fluid that flowed like nectar. Fyre licked harder, plunging between her lips and assaulting her clit until she was shaking, her hips jerking as she flew toward the precipice of orgasm.
Suddenly, the dragon pulled back, leaving her pussy cold and aching. Vivian raised her head to see what was going on, just as that wicked forked tongue thrust between her lips and deep into her tight tunnel. Vivian cried out, her body stretched and filled by that solid rod of muscle, as big as any cock she’d known. But unlike a cock, hammering blindly into her, Fyre’s tongue writhed and curled and sought out the places that made her shudder and twitch and scream as the orgasm thundered through her.
“Who is making all the noise out here?” asked a familiar voice, and Vivian raised her head, pulling her hand out of the dragon’s passage as Queen Mariana strode out of the bathroom on a pair of slender legs that flashed and shimmered, covered in blue, green, and gold scales up to her narrow waist. Even out of the water, her bare breasts defied gravity. “You!” the mermaid said, pointing at the dragon. “What are you doing with my human, you inflated lizard?”
Fyre withdrew her tongue from Vivian’s pussy, making her shudder and moan.
“Your human?” the dragon said, black smoke curling up from her nostrils. “This one is mine! Go back to your pond before I fry you to a crisp and serve you with chips!” She spat a burst of flame into the room, leaving soot-marks on the ceiling.
“You just try it,” the Queen said. “I’ll have your scaly hide for boots!”
“Ladies, please!” Vivian said, before things could get ugly. “This is my fantasy and I’ll have no more fighting.”
“Fine,” the mermaid said, crossing her arms over her breasts, “then tell this overgrown reptile to get lost.”
“Better yet,” said Fyre, “tell that screeching catfish to take a swim!”
Vivian looked back and forth between the two, utterly torn. This wasn’t part of her fantasy. She shouldn’t have to choose.
“Well?” Queen Mariana demanded. “Which one of us do you want to stay?”
“Both of you?” Vivian said in a small voice.
The dragon cocked her head to look down at Vivian. “Are you asking, or telling?”
“Um...telling. I want both of you.”
Queen Mariana let her lips quirk into a small smile. “Good choice, human. I had a feeling you’d be fun to play with. Now, get away from that overweight alligator’s flabby snatch and come see what royal twat tastes like.”
“Royal!” Fyre roared with laughter, rattling the windows in their casings. “You’re about as royal as the dump I took last week. Your father was an eel and your mother whored herself down on the docks to any sailor with a quarter.”
The mermaid gasped, her lovely face lined with sorrow at the dragon’s cruel words, and she turned away, covering her face with her hands.
“Now look what you did,” Vivian said, climbing off the bed and rushing to Queen Mariana’s side. She put her arm around the mermaid’s shaking shoulders. “Don’t cry, Your Highness. I don’t care what she says, you are a Queen to me.”
Queen Mariana quickly dried her tears, leaving her just as lovely as before.
“That’s kind of you to say, but it would be even more convincing if you were on your knees.”
“Yes, my Queen,” Vivian said, sinking down in front of the mermaid, her scale-covered pussy right in front of Vivian’s face. She had a faint odor of fish and brine, like the sea, but not unpleasant. Leaning forward, Vivian used her fingers to part the scaly folds and reveal the soft, pink pearl within.
“Oh, my! Oh, yes!” Queen Mariana gasped as Vivian devoured her pussy, licking and sucking on her salty clit until it was hard and throbbing against her tongue. “Stop, stop!” the mermaid said suddenly, her hand pushing against Vivian’s shoulder. “My knees feel like they’re about to buckle. I need to lie down.”
She staggered and Vivian jumped up, leading her over to the bed, but instead of lying upon it, she pushed Vivian down onto her back and climbed on top of her, her knees next to Vivian’s shoulders and her gaping pussy inches above her face. Vivian gasped as the mermaid slid her hand between Vivian’s thighs, coaxing her legs apart. Knees bent and heels dug into the mattress, Vivian fought the urge to rock her hips as Queen Mariana rubbed against her wet mound, nimble fingers parting her lips and a wicked tongue delving inside to tease Vivian’s aching clit.
Wrapping her arms around Queen Mariana’s slender hips, Vivian lifted her head and began to feast on the mermaid’s juicy snatch once more, their moans and slurps filling the room.
“I see you forgot about me,” Fyre said sullenly. “Maybe this will remind you.”
Vivian cried out, her body bucking as the dragon’s long tongue thrust between her legs once more, plunging deep into her womb, filling her passage with hot, hard muscle. She clenched around it, quaking with pleasure so intense it stole her breath.
Not to be outdone, apparently, Queen Mariana flicked her tongue against Vivian’s clit until she was shaking, an orgasm like a freight train barreling through her. She cried out, hips jerking as she came, wave after wave of ecstasy rolling through her until she thought she was going to pass out. She tried to twist away from the industrious tongues, to close her legs and protect her shuddering body, but the mermaid held her down, the dragon’s head between her thighs.
“Please,” Vivian gasped. “No more, please!”
But they weren’t listening, or if they heard her, they didn’t care. Queen Mariana swirled her tongue around Vivian’s clit, sucking hard on the throbbing nub, and Fyre’s tongue plunged into her quaking, clenching passage like a piston of flesh, the wicked forked tip ticking deep inside of her. Vivian squirmed beneath their relentless assault, her hands clutching at the bed as they drove her toward the edge of another thunderous orgasm.
“Oh fuck!” she shouted. “Ohfuckohfuckohfuck!” She screamed, hips bucking and toes curling as the hurricane within her made landfall. She squeezed her eyes shut and held on for dear life, riding each wild wave that crashed over her, tossing her on a sea of ecstasy.
When the storm finally subsided, Vivian lay gasping, muscles twitching as echoes of her orgasm shuddered through her. She opened her eyes, shocked to discover that she was alone. Well, almost.
“So, my dear, did you enjoy yourself?” Maximus leaned over the bed, grinning down at Vivian. She bit back a scream as she scrambled off the bed, trying to cover herself as she looked around for her clothes before remembering that she’d left them in the bathroom.
“Relax, I have no interest in your body,” Maximus said, grabbing one of the large bath towels off the dresser and tossing it to her. “I’m only interested in one thing—are you satisfied with your encounter?”
Vivian wrapped the towel around herself, her inner thighs slippery, her pussy still throbbing with the aftershocks. Was she satisfied? She’d never cum so hard in her life. She opened her mouth to answer, but quickly closed it again.
“What if I’m not?” she asked.
He gave her a crooked, leering grin. “Satisfaction is guaranteed. I’d be forced to call your companions back in here to finish the job.”
Vivian shuddered, her pussy clenching. “Yes, I’m completely satisfied,” she said. She wasn’t sure she could survive another round with the two of them.
“Great to hear, my dear,” Maximus said, clapping his hands together. “That completes our contract and transfers ownership of five percent of your soul to me.”
Vivian took a step back, one hand pressed over her heart. “Is it...is it going to hurt when you take it?”
Maximus laughed. “Oh, you sweet girl. Of course not. I’m not taking anything from you. Like I said, you can think of it as an investment. If I owned five percent of a business, I wouldn’t carve out a hunk of their office, now would I? Bricks and carpet and wiring? What use would that be?”
“Okay, but—”
“Listen, I hate to rush you,” he said, glancing at the watch on his wrist, “but I need to have this room cleaned before anyone can use it, so if you can get your things, that would be appreciated.”
“Oh, right! Sorry,” Vivian said, hurrying into the bathroom. “I’m just wondering how you can run a business if you don’t actually get anything for your services.” She lifted her bra and panties out of a puddle, her nose wrinkling at the thought of putting them back on.
“My employees are fairly compensated and well-treated,” Maximus said from the doorway. “You didn’t hear either of them complaining, did you?”
“Well, no...”
“Then you let me worry about my bottom line,” Maximus said with a charming smile. He looked different, somehow, but Vivian couldn’t say how. She pulled on her jeans and shirt, which were damp, but wearable, wrung the water out of her underwear, and stuffed them into her purse. Slipping into her shoes, she headed for the door.
“Thanks, this was...unbelievable,” she said as she passed Maximus.
“Did it help?” he asked. “Are you secure in your sexuality now?”
She paused and glanced back. “I think so. Thank you.”
“Well, if you ever need to do more research, you know where to find me. It might be a good idea to take a ride on a male dragon before you make up your mind. More data points and all that.” He looked over the top of his spectacles and winked at her, and she realized what was different. He had the golden eyes of a goat.
“Um...thanks, but I don’t think so,” she said, and she left, her slick pussy reminding her with every step that her fantasy had been anything but a fantasy. Before she even made it to her car, she found herself wondering what a dragon cock would look like, feel like, taste like, how big would it be, filling and stretching her pussy, and how would it feel to have a dragon cum inside of her? As she started her car, she sighed, acknowledging that Maximus had won this round. She would most definitely be back.
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Young and rich James Astor is living a life many can only dream off. With college on the horizon he would soon leave his parents mansion and start his own life with every opportunity a young boy like him could get, if it weren't for a peculiar fantasy that didn't leave his troubled and hormone driven mind alone. But while most kept it as what it was, a fantasy, he had the means to make it reality.
I’m not sure when it started but the older I got the harder it was for me to ignore these urges. Whenever I saw her serve us food, clean my room or just do her other duty’s I was constantly fantasizing about her. Many other rich 18 year old guys in my position would probably have a hidden fetish for their maids too, but mine went way further as I didn’t have a hard on for my much older maid. No I had a deep desire to be in her role itself. The thought of wearing her uniform, doing her menial tasks while the rich folks around me treated me as a normal maid or just completely ignored turned me on so much and was a fantasy of mine that became ever so harder to ignore these last few days after reaching my 18th birthday. Truth be told I already sneaked some of our servants uniforms into my bedroom. Locking myself inside of it I wore it and pretended to be one of the maids. As I had a hard time imitating a young female voice, I had better results trying to sound like an older woman with a bit more rustier voice. The more I did it the more this ‘role’ developed. While wearing one of the uniforms I gave myself the name of Hazel Bloom, a 48 year old maid under the service of the young master James Astor, my real self. As my arousal became too much I relieved myself while still wearing the uniforms only to feel embarrassed and ashamed of what I just did in my post nut clarity. But all those thoughts and desires came back again and again no matter how I felt afterwards in my short moments of clarity. Maybe it was my hormone driven mind bringing me in these situations and clouded my judgment but I knew I just didn’t have the willpower to resist. Too strong was this fantasy of mine.
These coming days were even harder for me to function normal as the prospect of leaving my home for college made me realize I would also leave behind my fathers mansion and with that the entire point of having a maid. My father wanted for me to have a classic college experience. Living in a dorm, go on parties and in his words “to sow my wild oats” and later on become the heir he always wanted me to be. Of course he didn’t know anything about my weird fetish. Even though I liked the thought of being reduced to a lowly poor maid, working for people with no fear of making ends meet while I could be lucky to pay my rent, this was after all still a fantasy. Nothing in this world would make me give up the wealth I was born in so I did everything I could to keep this as secret as possible. The last thing I needed to my troubled mind was being disinherited and cast out with nothing on me but my shoes and what I currently had in my wallet.
Maybe all I needed was to get it all out of my system. Make my fantasy as real as possible for a short time, live in it and when I’m fully satisfied and can’t bear it anymore I would become normal again and go on with my life. But I didn’t know how, at least not yet. The closer I got to my graduation the more effort I put into finding a solution. Searching through the entire internet I found all kind of websites, ranging from useful tips and tricks to straight out selling myself off to slavers into a third world country with fake documents. While that was of course way too much, the idea regarding fake documents was something that could make my experience so much more immersive. I had enough money and enough connections to make Hazel into a real person. The only problem was how would I make myself look like her. Finding many forums about cross dressing, makeup tutorials for men and dressing yourself to be convincing, nothing of that was what I really wanted. I was about to give up and felt angry after coming so far in my planing phase. That was until a thought crossed my mind that might be the solution to my last obstacle.
Remembering how my mom and some of her friends always went to that beauty clinic to make themselves look younger for a while with Botox and all other kind of chemical crap, I wondered if they could do it the other way around too. Make myself look more female and older for a while. A visit to the clinic would give me certainty. The next day I made up an excuse to go out for a while, pretending to spend some time with my friends before everyone spreads out to a different college. I didn’t have to wait too long for an appointment as the doc knew my families name from my mom’s frequent visits. He was probably happy to make another quick buck, which if he had the skills, he would.
“So let me get this clear. You want me to make you look like an older woman. But only for a while?” Doctor Brown said, still a bit confused from my request. “But why?”
I was so nervous in that moment but managed to keep a cool head through all of this.
“Does it matter? You get the money after all.” Trying to sound confident as I didn’t want him to dig in too deep into this. While we had a doctor patient confidentiality I didn’t want to take any bets if he would really be quiet if he knew the entire embarrassing truth.
“Well… You rich folks sure have weird requests sometimes. But it’s the land of the free after all so whatever. Yes I think I can do it. There are some chemicals that can make your skin look older but I have to look a bit more into the details of it. For the rest I can give you breast implants or a lot more depends how daring you are. Some of it might be harder to reverse though and as always small scars after that are most likely unavoidable.” He said as he leaned back into his chair.
“What do you mean harder to reverse? I don’t want you to cut my dick off or anything like that. It’s just I want to appearance of an older women. Around 48 years old if possible.” I said.
“Yes yes I understand. What I mean is I can make your crotch just as flat so you could wear a bikini for example. On a closer inspection it would be clear it’s not a real vagina but that’s of course not what we want here. You testicles will be pushed into your inguinal canal and I fix your penis into a position that makes the area flat and forces you to sit while peeing. Your breasts could be formed by using your own body fat, there is a brand new procedure for it and many other beauty clinics are trying it out right now. The end results are amazing and very convincing. With that we could give them a natural sag and…” The doc explained while I was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information flooding my brain. He was getting excited about what he could all do while I had a hard time following him, but I knew he was the man I needed for this.
In the end he showed me a picture of myself on his laptop and changed it with some ai generating software to alter my appearance. As the program slowly made my face look older I was amazed by just how convincing I could look like. During this I had a hard time to hide my raging boner in my pants as I saw my own feminized and older face. Next he placed my head on a woman’s body with huge sagging tits and wide hips. He said something about hips but with so much information at once I completely blended that part out but from the looks of it, it was worth it. Staring at the monitor with my mouth wide open I could hear my own heart beating in excitement. Was I really going to do this all to myself? To live out my own perverted fantasy? Most likely yes as my arousal was fogging my judgment and all I could think of was looking like her and acting like the maid I wanted to be.
“So? What do you say?” He said, waking me out of my trance.
“It’s… It’s a lot to take in. And you are sure you could reverse it all when I’m ready to be myself again?” I asked.
“As I already explained most of it yes.” He said with a small annoyed undertone in his voice not wanting to repeat everything again. He was probably referring to the scars I might keep from all of this but that was a tiny price to pay to finally live out my fantasy.
“Wow. That…” I cleared my throat and composed myself, trying to look confident again. “That looks pretty good doc. When can we schedule these operations. I would like to have them as soon as possible and best case all at once.”
“Whoa hold still young man. First off, I’m quiet booked out so not in the next two months that’s for sure and we can’t do them all at once. Your body needs to recover but we can do them in quiet a short frequency. Let me check my calendar.” He said while typing into his laptop. While this was already more than I expected or hoped, the thought of jumping into my fantasy in small steps felt kind of underwhelming. It would take so long and until it was all done I couldn’t do much as I would have to hide from my family in that time. Otherwise it would be pretty difficult to explain to my dad why I was running around with tits or looked older than I actually was.
“Uhm doc. Is it possible to stay in your clinic during it all? You know just keep me in a coma or something like that. I just want to go to sleep as I am and wake up like you showed me on your laptop.” I could see his mind rattling as he thought about my question. If that won’t work I guess I just have to go with my original plan. While it was what I wanted, I was now hooked on what he showed me and just how much more was doable than I ever imagined.
“I think that’s doable. Usually patients stay with us for a week at best if they had a bit more done on them but it’s not impossible to stay longer that is of course if the payment for it can be done.” He said, raising his eyebrow. He probably expected for me to say no but what he didn’t know is that my dad gave me already more than enough money to live through college without any concern about my finances. For him those were peanuts, barely worth mentioning but for a young man like me or just anyone in the middle or lower class, this was more than enough to live off comfortably for a few years on a low budget.
“Don’t worry about that doc. You know my family. Just give me a number and it will be paid.” I said with a smug smile on my face. He just started to type in wildly into his laptop as I waited for him to finish all the details. In the end we made an appointment when to start. I picked the day after my high school graduation. But as soon as he showed me the estimated price I barely managed to keep up my poker face. This was way more than I thought it would be. If I really went through with it I would just have enough for the fake documents of Hazel and a bit of a safety net for emergencies. But I had to go through with it now. I couldn’t go back anymore after seeing all of this, I would constantly ask myself ‘what if’. Without a clear thought I agreed and we shook our hands. Before I left his office I asked if I could have that ai generated picture of my feminized older self. That was the perfect picture for the fake documents I was about to manage next.
During the next days I constantly thought about it. Was I really going through with it. Was I going to far? I was a hetero guy after all and this just sounded so weird and fucked up every time I had a short moment of clarity. But those moments were quickly pushed away as the sheer thought of it made me horny beyond believe again. Getting the documents was probably the easiest part in my entire plan. I guess money opens many doors and services normal people could only dream of. As the date of my graduation came closer I finally braved myself enough to confront my dad. After all he still expected me to leave the house and go to college shortly after the graduation day. I would leave my home but I wouldn’t arrive at college, at least not if everything worked out for me.
Going into his home office I saw him talking with one of his business partners on the phone. I just waited for him to finish and just stood there in front of his desk. With a raised finger he signaled me he was about to finish and pointed at the seat next to me.
“Bob, Bob listen! I don’t care, just get it done!” He said with a commanding voice before hanging up.
“Hey champ, what can I do for you?” He asked. In an instant he changed between business man to wholesome father figure. This was something that still spooks me but I guess he could separate work and family pretty well.
“Well dad it’s about college. I… uh I thought maybe I could do a gap year and start a bit later.” I saw his mouth already opening to say something. “Before you say anything just listen! I had a pretty boring high school life and before I go out into the real world and become an adult I want to see it all. So I thought I just enter college next year and travel around the world. See what it all has to offer and get experience, you know…” I said. To be honest this was more or less a copy of what one of my class mates was about to do but it sounded pretty good as an excuse to get away for a while. I saw my dad raising his eyebrows as he was caught off guard from what I said.
“I… wow. I didn’t expect that. You were always the more quiet one and I hoped when I put you through the typical college experience you would grow into a real man but I guess I underestimated you. You know you remind me of myself when I was your age. Only difference, I did a world tour with one of my buddy's back in the days. We made a list of…” And with that he started rambling about his past and his journey through all parts of the world with his old college buddy and now business partner. It was hard to pretend to be interested in his story but I knew I got him. All I needed was to endure it and my plan could be executed perfectly. We spend a few hours in his office and talked like we never did before. At some point I completely forgot about the reason I came and just enjoyed some father-son time we rarely had. We were cut off when his alarm ringed and he had to prepare himself for the next meeting. With my fathers blessing I left his office and polished the rough edges of my plan. With Hazel’s fake documents I managed to apply for a banking account and rented a small furnished apartment for one year in advance at the other side of the city. I wanted to have it all perfectly set for my fantasy.
Counting the days until my graduation and my vacation into Hazel, I tried to eat a lot more to gain some weight. Like the doc told me, the more fat I had the better he could relocate it and enhance my curves. Whenever our maids served me my extra requested food I could only think of how I would soon be one of them. Serving some entitled rich kid his lavish dishes and obeying his every command. I probably masturbated more in these days than all my previous years combined as the thought of becoming a maid was the biggest turn on I could ever get. This was only overshadowed by the short moments of post nut clarity. Whenever these moments hit me I was shocked of how far I was willing to go. Many times I was close to grab my phone and cancel my appointment and everything else linked to it. But it was only close. Never was my mind clear long enough to really do it.
And as my graduation day came and went I was full off excitement, fear and most of all, arousal. Packing the suitcases into my car I said goodbye to my mom and dad before driving off. During the drive towards the clinic my hands were shaking form pure excitement. Just in a few hours I would fall asleep in an operation room and wake up looking like the person on the new id I had in a separate much more feminine looking wallet. I was about to become Hazel Bloom, 48 year old woman. Copying my senior maids credentials I would most likely be able to find a job as a real maid and fulfill my fantasy to it’s maximum.
While I waited in the lobby of the beauty clinic I was deep in my own thoughts. Surprisingly during all this scheme I didn’t think of a time frame. Well I said I take a gap year to my dad but I don’t really expect it to last this long, but what if I my fetish runs off just one week in? That would be kind of awkward considering the huge effort I put into this.
“Mr Astor?” The receptionist called out my name. “Everything is prepared. Please follow me.” I took my backpack with my belongings and everything I need whenever I wake up and followed her. Walking behind her I wondered if she knew why I was here. Would she think I’m a freak? A pervert? But my mind wasn’t on it’s own for too long as I was entering a bedroom that looked more like a mix of a hotel suite and a hospital room.
“This is where you will stay during the your time here. You can stow away your backpack into one of the cabinets. Take your time to prepare and dress into the hospital gown. When you are ready just press this button next to your bed and a nurse will be called to transport you to the operating room.” Without much words she closed the door behind me and left. Looking around I was a bit scared from all of it. I have never slept somewhere else without anyone knowing where I was. It almost felt like I was completely alone and on my own and a part of me screamed to call it off. But as I put my backpack and wallet away I took a last look at the picture of Hazel and knew there was no way I would stop now.
After changing clothes I laid on the bed and pressed the button. After a few seconds a nurse came into my room, greeting me with a smile before rolling me into the operation room. As I laid there, the bright light shining into my face I saw the doc standing next to me. He read through some papers before his focus was on me.
“So James. Big day huh? I’m asking you like I do to all my patients. Are you really sure about that? No shame in saying no.” I didn’t reply instantly with vigor as I wanted to. Something in my mind slowed me down but I dismissed it and just stammered out an unsure yes. A few seconds later a mask was held over my face as I slowly fell asleep.
I don’t know how much time passed when I woke up again. Still drowsy from whatever they gave me to wake up, I was disoriented by my surroundings. Looking around it took me a while to remember it was my room inside the beauty clinic and with every minute I was awake, more and more of my memories returned. As the feeling of my body returned I became aware by the strong alien feeling of it. Something heavy was sitting on my chest and my hips hurt like hell. Looking down I noticed that my blanket was bulged at my chest area. I was about to push the blanket away when I noticed my hand. The skin on it looked so dry and wrinkled. It looked definitely much older now. I looked in amazement at it for a few minutes before I remembered my chest. Pressing my hands on it and felt two huge squishy globes. Grabbing both of them with my hands I played around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and as I tugged on them I felt a sharp pain, confirming this was all real. They were now part of me for sure and I was burning with anticipation to see them. Raising my upper body on the bed I felt them move around with every motion and their weight was now more obvious then ever. They were damn heavy and they were now stuck on my chest for the near future. Looking around the room again I noticed a full length mirror placed at the corner. Without a second thought I jumped out of bed and was about to walk towards it if it weren’t for the sharp pain in my hips that stopped me.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed out. I took my time to stand up. For some reason the weight of my body caused me pain in my hips and as I started to walk I noticed how I automatically swayed my hips more than I was used to.
As soon as my reflection hit the mirror I was about to scream but quickly realized the person in the mirror was me. Or rather Hazel now. Somehow I almost looked like that Hazel picture I got from the doc many weeks ago but it was also so different that I could hardly recognize myself. While I still had most of my old features, it took me a concentrated look to see them. But some parts were changed completely. Apart from the older looking skin, my nose was a bit smaller too if I had to guess. This alone made the rest of my face look completely not James like. Getting past this shock I undid my gown to finally have a view at the entirety of my body. As I stood there in all my naked glory I had a hard time to take it all in. The doc made no small promises as almost all of my body looked so different to what I looked before. My somewhat chubby belly disappeared. It’s fat most likely used to enhance my hips and ass and create my now large and natural looking sagging tits. Just from the weight and size alone I guessed to be at least an e-cup. On top of it they had those recognizable stretch marks, making it look like I was carrying those around since puberty. I felt the arousal building up inside of me as I looked at the hot looking cougar inside the mirror. But instead of feeling my boner rise I felt a sharp pain in my crotch. Looking down I saw a vagina. Or something that closely resembled one. Pushing my finger against it I felt the pressure transferred to my penis somewhere hidden and tugged away inside of it. It was desperately trying to become erect as I became just as horny as I was days before the operation. In that moment I thought I made a mistake on that part. How am I going to jerk off now? I tried to rub myself there, hoping that the pressure would more or less transfer to my penis and make me come but it was futile and only made it worse as I saw that old lady trying to rub herself off, her fingers nestled on her pussy lips. Looking at my fingers on my crotch I noticed something was off but I couldn’t really see what. It took me a while until the dots connected. I had a thigh gap! But how? I surely didn’t have one before and it didn’t look like he cut off some meat on my thighs to make it look that way. But as I rubbed my soft and hairless thighs together I noticed that my hips in general were pretty wide and no matter how much I pressed my legs together they would only converge at the knees. Was that the reason I felt pain in my hips? How did he do it?
Before I could think about ways of how, the door next to me opened and the doc entered my room.
“Oh you are finally awake. Wonderful. I see you are already taking in my work. I’m quiet surprised myself how good you came out.” He said as he moved with his clipboard towards a chair and sat down. “Well Mr Astor, there were no complication and you healed way better than expected. Scaring is at a minimum and your movement should be just as good as before. I would like to keep you here for another hour just in case but in my opinion you are good to go if you feel well enough.”
My mind could barely take his words in as I was still occupied with the mirror. “Wow… y-you really did it. I’m just… wow.” I could barely find the words. “But one question. What happened with my hips? I mean, look at it.” I said as I turned around and pointed at the gap.
“Oh yeah that was one of the procedures we talked in our first meeting. It’s similar to the way people treat short legs. We adjusted your pelvic bone and from the last x-ray it healed quiet well. You might feel some pain for the next week or two until your body adjusts to it. I wrote you a prescription for pain medication you can pick up at the front desk. If the pain isn’t subsiding after around two weeks, please call and we make a check up.”
I couldn’t really find words for it. I wasn’t sure how he could reverse this part but looking back I was just amazed by just how much it adds to the whole picture.
“Well I better leave you some privacy. I hope everything is to your liking Mr Astor and please call us when something is off or causes problems.” He said before leaving me alone again. Getting called Mr or just by my real name was so strange now as all I could see was Hazel Bloom. The longer I stared into the mirror the more aroused I got and the more pain I felt on my crotch. I needed relief but this was the wrong place for it. I quickly checked for my belongings and to my luck they were still there as well as the clothes I prepared for Hazel.
I quickly put on the panties and bra, followed by a plain and boring looking cocktail dress. My heart was beating like crazy in excitement and all I wanted was to move into my rented apartment and have real alone time without the risk of someone barging in any minute. Just a few more steps and my time as Hazel Bloom would start. Checking myself a last time in the mirror all I could see was a mature woman with barely shoulder length black hair, wearing a dress that hugged her curves perfectly. What stood out the most was the back pack I carried over my shoulder as it was the same old guy-looking back pack I had before. Perhaps I should have prepared a purse too for this but it wouldn’t matter in a few minutes. Making my way towards the front desk I noticed a few other people sitting in the waiting area. To my horror I saw one of my mom’s friend reading a magazine while waiting for her appointment. My heart dropped into my stomach as I feared she would recognize me. I swiftly turned around and looked at the receptionist. I cleared my throat as I started to talk in the mature female voice I had trained the last few weeks to it’s perfection.
“I uhm I’m here for a prescription.” I said with a shacky but convincing voice.
“The name please?” She asked me. It was the same girl I saw before my operation. Didn’t she remember me and why I came here or does she really not recognize me? I beckoned her to come closer as I didn’t want to speak out my name too loud.
“Astor. J… James Astor.” Her eyes went wild as she now understood the situation. I could see she now recognized me and her face ran red. She looked through some papers at her front desk until she found what she was looking for.
“Here it is. I hope everything was to your liking… ma’am.” She said while putting emphasis on the last word. A shiver ran through my body as I felt like I was about to come right then and there. With wobbly legs I walked outside, shielding my face from my mom’s friend and went out back into the real world.
The bright sun was burning at my eyes as they had to get used to it again. Looking around I saw that nothing changed. Somehow I expected to be in a different world or something like that but it was just the way it was before I came here. Looking through my phone I checked all my messages. With a smile I could see that the delayed messages I created beforehand were send out to my father, buying me an alibi every time. The funniest part about this were the deep fake pictures I did of myself in various places around the world, faking my existence in these places. I compressed and reduced the quality of these pictures to make them look a tiny bit more authentic. My father always replied how happy he was for me and asked for some details like how’s the weather or did something exciting happen yet to which I of course never answered. Most of my pre-written messages were just about the same old me and how much fun this country, city, area or jungle was. I could give him a call but decided against it as all I wanted was to get myself into Hazel’s apartment as fast as possible.
I looked for my car which I parked near the clinic more than a month ago. Walking down the sidewalk I noticed just how much my hips swayed and despite some efforts I could not walk anything but in a very feminine way. It was a bit creepy as despite everything, I knew who I really was and could always switch back to my old voice and pretend to be James again. But the way I walked on the other hand was a constant reminder that I didn’t have any control over it, forcing me to walk in a womanly fashion. And by god did that turn me on. This was exactly what I wanted. I was walking and looking like an older woman and the views I got from men towards my ample cleavage just made it all so more exciting.
Turning around the corner I saw my car but not the way I wanted it to be. On my windshield were a huge amount of parking tickets but what was worse was the wheel clamp. This was my only way of easy transportation. “Fuck!” I cursed out loud in my male voice, getting stares from nearby passersby. With their stares making me feel uneasy, I reminded myself I better talk in my trained female voice from now on, as slipping up at the wrong moment could make things a whole lot more complicated. I walked around for a bit and got accustomed to how the world sees me now. What was the most obvious part was how many glances I got from other man. I could see the hunger in their eyes as their view landed on my cleavage and swaying hips. As I walked down the sidewalk I noticed a few shops pop up which caught my attention. First off I started with a hairdresser to fix this mess called my hair. During the last few weeks I let it grow out and it almost reached my shoulder.
As I entered the hairdressers salon I hoped my disguise was convincing enough. This would be my first interaction with someone who didn’t know me before. Looking around I saw only women getting their hair done and I would soon be one of them.
“Can I help you ma’am?” Came a voice from my left. Behind a counter stood a young girl, her eyebrows raised, expecting an answer from me.
“Oh uh I need my hair done if possible.” I said in my female voice.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“N-No. Do I need one? I thought I could just come in and get it done. Else I can come back later.” I said, feeling a bit disappointed.
“No it’s fine you just need to wait a bit until a spot gets free. If you want, you can take a seat over there. I’ll call you when we are ready for you.” She said while pointing towards the waiting area behind me.
“That sounds good. I’ll wait then, thank you.” I said before going over and sat down on the coach. Apart from me there were two other woman in the waiting area, both reading a magazine while waiting for their turn. None of them bat an eye that I was sitting there.
Looking down I noticed my legs were fairly spread out like I’m usually used to sit. I crossed my legs the same way those two other woman did. The feeling of my hairless thighs rubbing against each other while there was nothing between my legs to be crushed was making my tucked away dick wake up in excitement. But having no place to expand I was only met by a stinging pain and a frustrated moan escaped my lips.
“Everything fine dear? Is it the cramps?” The woman to my right asked me. It took me a while to understand what she meant but as soon as it made sense to me my arousal spiked even more. Here I was waiting to get my hair done while these women next to me thinks I have my period cramps. I was completely incognito and the thought of it, being this convincing was almost sending me over the edge.
“N-No it’s fine. They should go away any minute. I hope…” I said as my breathing became more heavy. I tried to distract myself and grabbed a magazine lying in front of me and started to read it. Most of the content was just boring beauty tips, cooking recipes or ways to lose weight but it helped. The more I read the deeper I lost myself in the articles and completely zoned out my surroundings. I’m not sure how much time passed but when I was called out and put down the magazine I noticed I was the only one left in the waiting area.
As I sat down on my seat I saw a large mirror in front of me. Seeing myself again or rather Hazel was still so alien to me. I was supposed to be an 18 year old boy starting his first year in college but looking at the mirror all I saw was an older lady. My view landed on my own breasts again as I was mesmerized by their appearance. Just when I was about to give them a small squeeze I was interrupted by the voice of the hairdresser coming to my spot.
“So what can we do for you today dear?” She said in a warm and welcoming voice.
“Well as you can see I need something of an overhaul. My hair looks chaotic and needs form.” I said in my Hazel voice. I wasn’t really sure what to say as I had honestly no clue what kind of hairstyle would fit me.
“Any preferences or wishes? We can also do your makeup and nails if you want.” She said. Looking at my nails and my face again it was true. I completely forgot I had no make up on or polished nails.
“Y-Yes. That sounds good. Just surprise me. I’m open for your expertise.” I said. Everything would be fine as I doubt I could have done a better job than her. Without much more questions she started and I enjoyed every moment of it. I basked in the pure experience of being treated as an older woman while getting my hair and nails done. The small talk was a bit harder to manage as she asked me questions about myself, my husband and my family. Since I created Hazel out of nowhere in my perverted mindset I expanded her background and just answered on the get go. In the end I became a divorced woman and mixing some truth into it. I also had a son who just recently went off to college, James Bloom.
About an hour later she was finished and spun my chair around, making me face the mirror. The person I saw in the mirror was completely different. Gone was any trace what so ever I still had as James. I tried to look for any of my old features and while it was hard to recognize myself before, now it was impossible. Make up sure could do wonders.
My shoulder length hair was now silky smooth and cut to accentuating my face in a very feminine way. As I was about to glide my hand through it I was met by my manicured nails and just looked at them in amazement. It was all so perfect and no one would ever think twice I’m anything but a mature woman.
“I guess I hit the spot?” She said behind me.
“Yeah it’s so… good! You really outdone yourself I can’t believe it.” I said still amazed by my new looks.
“If that’s the case be sure to make an appointment for next time so you don’t have to wait so long. Cindy at the front desk manages it all.”
I thanked her again and moved towards the front desk to pay and make an appointment in about a month for a check up. Only a few hours passed since I left the beauty clinic and I already knew this was all worth it. Everything was so exciting, so new and so arousing I could barely control myself, not like I could jerk off anyway at the moment but that was a problem for later. Next was the clothing store not far away. During my walk towards it I must have looked a bit out of place. Me fully dressed and styled while still carrying around a boyish looking backpack. Some might assume I’m carrying my son’s bag for him.
As I entered the shop I was taken back by it’s somewhat run down appearance. Discount signs left and right, tight corridors between the clothing racks and the cold light made it all look so… poor. It was honestly my first time going into one of these stores or even be confronted with discounts but I was happy of every new discovery in my little adventure. Going through different racks I picked up a few items I thought might look good on me and went over to the changing rooms.
Closing the curtains behind me I didn’t lose any more time and started to undress myself but as soon as I saw myself in the mirror I stopped. There in front of me was a Hazel. With the makeup and styled hair every resemblance of James Astor were gone. My penis surgically tugged away made my front area look just as flat as on any other woman, only for my panties to give it an extra impression of a camel toe. Hanging off from my chest were two very real looking breasts locked behind a bra. This was really happening. I really had made my body look like a 48 year old woman. Feeling that pain between my legs again as my penis tried with all its might to become erect, was too much for me as I too wanted to relief that sexual tension. This entire day I was edging and continuously postponed it but now I just had to do it. I desperately rubbed my flat area, hoping for some of the motions to be transferred to my penis behind. Each glance at the mirror in front of me just made it worse as all I saw was a mature woman trying to finger herself while squeezing her breast with the other hand. But knowing that this woman was me, trying to get off in a changing room, just one small curtain away from other people send me over the edge. Without having a full hard on I managed to come as I felt my own juice leaking out between my folds and a moist feeling formed in my panties.
But while basking in the afterglow of my act, grinding my teeth together to not let out any sound, the all familiar sense of post nut clarity washed over me and I realized how fucked up my situation was. The flat space between my legs and these large sagging tits made it even hard for me to see that it was me behind it all. Did I really turn myself into this just for a fantasy? These short moments after, made me always feel embarrassed and ashamed of myself and I took off the maid dress I was wearing every time. But this time there was no undressing and going back to normal mode. Even if I get rid of the panties and bra. These tits were now a part of me and all I could see in that mirror was Hazel a poor woman looking for a job, not James the rich young boy. My breathing became rapid and I had a hard time to not completely lose it. I sat down on the small seat inside my cabin and calmed myself down, closing my eyes to blend out the world around me.
“Excuse me. Ma’am? Do you need any help? You have been in there for quiet a while.” I heard a voice taking me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes and looked down on my body. Wide female hips, my soft thighs pressed against each other and my breasts hold tightly inside a bra. It was all so surreal but at the same time amazing how convincing I looked. Maybe my small panic attack was just me being a scary little boy again. But right now I’m Hazel. I’m a grown up woman and god damn was I hot.
“N-No dear. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I’m just taking my time.” I said and heard her moving away shortly after. Looking around I still had the few pieces of clothes lying around. I felt a bit weird after my panic attack but brushed it off as normal. After all it wasn’t an everyday event to walk around with the appearance of an older woman. Especially as this was my first time walking outside in a dress. Part of me still felt like a cross dresser despite my appearance but that all disappeared as soon as I tried on the tight fitting jeans. Seeing how they stretched over my now bigger ass and hugged my crotch, showing everyone the apparent lack of a penis made me horny once again. How could anyone even think I could be a young boy and not that hot cougar. But I had to control myself else I would stay in this cabin until the end of days, getting off to my own fantasy.
After trying on many more outfits I left the store with bags full of different outfits, underwear and lingerie and finally a purse for my new self. It was hard to carry all those bags so I decided to take the bus downtown towards my new apartment. As the sun was settling, I realized just how much happened on the first day and I still had so much more in front of me. The drive towards my new temporary home was my first time ever in a public transport. Usually my dad ordered a chauffeur or I drove on my own after my 16th birthday but now I was in the same vehicle with other strangers. It was so wild and exciting and I was all on my own in this little adventure.
After a log drive I finally made it to my new neighborhood. In the dark it looked more run down than at daytime. As I entered the apartment building I could hear the neighbors through their doors shouting and arguing. Maybe I should have picked a better neighborhood but this only made the immersion of a lowly maid even stronger. As long as I stay out of trouble no one should bother me. Taking the stairs up to the second level I looked for the number of my apartment when one of my bags handle gave out and all contents fell over the floor. Still holding to the other bags I tried to get them all up with the two free fingers I had left. I must have cursed a bit too loud as a neighbors door nearby opened. “Can I help you ma’am?” A deep and rough voice called out next to me. As I looked up I saw an older man, probably around my dads age. He looked at me with a smile as his eyes glanced over the lingerie that fell out of my bag. In panic I tried to put it back into one of the other bags but made my situation only worse as more and more fell out in my struggle. “Wait, wait. Let me help you.” He said and without even waiting for my answer he took some of the shopping bags out of my hand. I just let out a sigh and fixed my mess on the ground before rising up again to face this man. In front of me stood a somewhat older man. Probably around 50+ if I had to guess from the gray edges on his hairs. He wasn’t fat but still had a small beer belly sticking out. He looked like the average dad but there was no ring on his finger.
“Ma’am? I can carry them for you if you don’t mind.” He said, waking me up from my train of thoughts.
“Oh right… uhm sure I guess. My apartment is at the end of the hallway.” I said as I was still unsure how to talk with other people now that I was perceived completely different. His sneaky glances towards my cleavage constantly reminded me I was Hazel right now as I was sometimes forgetting it myself whenever I was daydreaming again.
“You are the new one right? I saw some people move in furniture a while ago but never saw anyone actually living there. Nice to finally meet you I’m Miller, Abe Miller.” He said with a hearty smile. “Yeah it’s my first day today. I just made sure my furniture arrived first while I was uhh… busy.” We exchanged a few pleasantries while moving into my apartment. We threw the shopping bags on my bed and I thanked Abe as I escorted him towards the door. Just before he was out he turned around to face me again.
“You know I uh… I noticed your kitchen isn’t fully done yet. If you didn’t plan on ordering anything you could come over. I just did something for myself when I heard the commotion outside my door.” He stammered in a nervousness voice. He reminded me that I haven’t really eaten anything today so far. The excitement of the day made me completely blend out my hunger. But as I looked towards my kitchen I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“What do you mean about my kitchen? I thought the movers did everything.”
“Well the power cables are sticking out and I doubt the gas plate is connected either. I assume same story for your washing machine. If you want I can come by tomorrow after work and fix it all for you.” He said. This was all a bit too much for me to understand. I never bothered in my life with anything as there were always people doing it for me.
“That would be awesome but I don’t want to take advantage of you. Can I pay you or something like that?” I asked him as I was about to go and get my wallet.
“No need for that but if you invite me for a dinner when everything is set and done, I wouldn’t say no.” I just smiled at him while my face ran red. He was interested in me, or rather Hazel.
“So?” He asked me again. “Want to come over for dinner or…?” He asked me with a raised eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what I would expect if I went over but I couldn’t deny just how hungry I was right now.
“I… I would like to.” I said and followed him towards his apartment.
The evening dinner with Abe wasn’t as awkward as I expected. We talked about each other and our past, mine of course mostly made up. He was just like Hazel divorced and lives in this apartment after a long and ugly settlement. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine she was the problem as Abe behaved like a genuine gentleman this evening. Late this evening we exchanged numbers and I went back into my apartment. Exhausted from the day and with a full stomach I instantly went to my bed and fell asleep, still in my dress.
The next day I woke up as the rays of the run shined through the gap in my curtains. It took me a while to raise myself upwards, still sleep and disorientated by my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the pain I felt in my back and hips. Looking down I was met by the same old breasts as yesterday. Giving them a firm squeeze a smile formed on my face as this was all not a dream. I really did it and made my fantasy real. As I took a shower I noticed the differences between my male body and this one. The water felt amazing against my hairless skin and feeling it run across my breasts gave me a small shivers as it constantly made me aware of just how big they were.
Drying myself off I washed away the remnants of my smeared make up and slowly but surely a few features of my old self could be seen inside the mirror. After only seeing Hazel with make up most of the time yesterday it was so weird now seeing so much of my old self again, even weirder when just a few inches further down two sagging breasts were hanging from my chest. After tying my hair away and dressing into a bathrobe it was almost like I was back to my old self. Apart from the wrinkles and the nose it was like an older and slightly feminized version of James was looking back at me. I left my bathroom and was already excited to try on all the new lingerie I bought yesterday. I spread them all out over my bed and tried on one by one. Just a few minutes in I heard the pinging of my phone. Checking it, it was a message from my father asking me once again how it’s going and when I think I would be home. It was barely more than a month and he already started to get worried. Probably the best thing I could do was to just call him and buy me some more time as my adventure barely has started. As I talked with him I constantly checked myself out in the mirror and noticed just how abstract this situation was right now. In front of me was an attractive older woman, dressed in lingerie while out of her mouth came a male voice. If I wouldn’t be talking on the phone to my dad I would be in big trouble. But would he even be able to recognize me right now? Somehow this made it all so more arousing.
Our talk was interrupted by the ringing of my doorbell. Walking towards it I tried to end the conversation with my dad but he always had something more to say.
“Okay dad, please I need to go now! I’ll call you tomorrow or whenever I find the time again. Yeah you too and greet mom from me. Bye bye.” I whispered as I was almost at the front door. Without much thought I opened it only to see Abe in front of me with a toolbox in his hands. His mouth was wide open as his eyes checked me out in detail.
“Whoah.” Was all he said. As I looked down on myself to see why he was so in awe I noticed I completely forgot I was still in my sexy lingerie.
In shock I slammed the door in front of him and ran to my room. My heart was almost exploding from the adrenaline and shame I felt in that moment. Getting the bathrobe over me again I slowly walked towards the door, with Abe’s surprised face still engraved in my memory. Thinking it over I felt my tugged away penis trying to rise again. Another man liked my image. I was so convincing in my lingerie that he didn’t rebuke in shock and saw a young boy cross dressing. No, he saw a mature sexy woman in a sexy black one piece. The more this image ran through my mind the hornier I got but I had to keep myself under control. Abe was probably still in front of my door. About to find words to apologize himself even though it was me who brought him into this situation.
Slowly I opened the door and as expected Abe stood in front of it. His face just as red as mine.
“H-Hey. I’m sorry I just thought… well. I could leave work earlier today so I thought I come by but uhm…” Abe fumbled with his words. It was kind of funny seeing a grown ass man unable to find the right words for this situation. Looking further down I could see a bulge in his pants and could hardly control myself. I wasn’t gay or found Abe attractive in any way but it made my fantasy just so much more immersive and fucked up. This was so much more than I expected. All I wanted was to be seen as a maid but right now I was also purely seen as an attractive woman. I bit my lips as my arousal hit newer heights.
“Oh Abe.” I said with a heavy breath. “It’s, fine j-just come in.” I said as I had a hard time to catch my breath. I needed to get myself under control. As much as I found this entire situation hot as hell I didn’t want it to end in a way I would regret when I’m back to my old self. Both me and Abe kept an awkward silence as he worked on my kitchen.
“Everything done. I would make a test drive with the washing machine but it should be all fine. If there are any leaks just call me and I will fix it.” Abe said as he started to stow away his tools. “Since your refrigerator is empty I assume you still have to buy some groceries right?”
“I uh yeah I guess so. I didn’t have the time to do it yesterday. Do you know a good place? I’m fairly new around here.”
“You can come with me. I wanted to buy some stuff anyway and seeing how you need almost everything I can help you carry some of the bags. Only if you want of course I don’t want to force myself on you.” He said with a nervous chuckle. He wasn’t wrong though. I needed a lot and during the last few weeks I lost a lot of muscle mass. I was now a weak woman that relied on a strong man to carry her stuff and I loved it. Without a second thought I agreed and changed into a more comfortable outfit. Somehow it felt like I had a servant doing my work again when all of this was there for me to become a servant. Nonetheless it didn’t take anything away from my fetish, it only made it all better and I still had to look for a maid job anyway.
The following days I got more and more used to my appearance and after a while I didn’t have to concentrate on my Hazel voice anymore as it came out naturally. The breasts on the other hand became a bit annoying with the constant back pain and how they came into my way all the time. It also became harder and harder to get off as my penis was surgically tugged away and the excitement and thrill of the first few days wore off. And whenever I managed to get an orgasm I was filled with horror of what I had done to myself. Many times I was close to drive to the clinic and undo it all. But halfway on my way I always calmed down and couldn't deny how hot this all was. My relationship with Abe grew and while we never became romantic or anything close to that I knew he wanted me. Every time when I went back into my apartment I saw the hunger in his eyes. Being an object of desire was so exhilarating.
But all of this was put to doubt when I finally managed to find a job as a maid. The excitement and rush I felt as soon as I put on my new and real uniform for the first time were washed away really quickly. During my first day and the days after I was so occupied with the work itself that I had barely time to live out my fantasy. Somehow in my mind I thought this all would play out differently and be more exciting but the reality of it was much more mundane. Maybe it was all about me as James being in this role and not Hazel, a woman nobody would think twice was a young rich boy. Still I didn't want to give up yet. After all I put so much money and effort into it and it wasn’t all bad. I still found arousal whenever I ran across people I faintly knew and fooled them to believe I was really a 48 year old woman. It even went so far that I got myself a trial day as a waitress in the country club my dad always goes. I just needed a new kick since my maid fantasy became nothing but hard work.
And it worked! Seeing so many familiar faces send shivers through my entire body. Whenever I served one of them I always expected they would call me out or even see a glimpse of James Astor, son of multimillionaire Richard Astor but no. All of them ignored me and treated me just like any waitress. After so many weeks slaving away in a boring maid job in an airport hotel I found what I really needed and to my luck I was offered a job. It wasn’t really hard since I knew the etiquette of the club. It didn’t take too long for the day I dreaded and anticipated the most came. My dad and mom came with some of their friends to play golf once in a month. As soon as they finished their game, they sat down for lunch and I rushed to their table to serve them. “Hi I’m Hazel how may I serve you?” I said with a nervous voice. This was it. I put everything on one card, risked everything only for a small perverted rush. I wasn’t thinking clear but that was my default mindset the last few weeks.
As soon as my dad looked up to me to give his order my heard froze and I expected to be exposed. “I think I take the pastrami…”
“Honey think of your blood pressure. He will take the brussels sproud salat, same for me dear.” My mom said as she interrupted him. Both of them looked directly into my face and didn’t recognize me. I couldn’t blame them as I had a hard time to recognize myself with all this make up and aged skin but still, they were my parents. Just in that moment I was about to cum but managed to control myself. It took all my focus to take the rest of their orders until I was finally away from their table. My heart was beating like crazy and all I could think of was to go home and try to orgasm to the though of this event.
With wobbly legs and a foggy mind I managed to finish the rest of my shift until I was on my way home. The entire way back I was edging and barely could hold it, but I knew I was done with it. I reached the peak of my fantasy and felt a sense of homesickness for the first time. As I was walking towards my apartment door I met Abe in the hallway again. “Oh hey Hazel! How was…” But I went past him before he could end his sentence. I just wanted relief so bad and was shaking all over my body that my keys dropped out of my hands. Before I could pick them up Abe stood besides me with a concerned face. “Hazel are you alright?” I just let out a heavy breath as I pressed my hand against my crotch. “N-No. I just… I just need to get…” But I couldn’t really bring out a full sentence. In an instant Abe pressed himself on me and pushed me against the door as his tongue invaded my mouth. My eyes went wide in panic and I tried to push him off me but I was so weak against his full weight. I never had a kiss with a girl before and now some old guy close to my dad’s age thrusted his tongue inside of me while his hands were playing with my breasts. I wasn’t gay but for some reason this turned me on even more because for him I was nothing more than an attractive older woman. The pain I felt at my crotch became almost unbearable and the urge to finally find relief made all my judgment of this situation go out the window. Before I even had a chance to get a grasp at the situation he lifted me up and carried me inside his apartment. He was so much stronger than I expected and manhandled me like I was nothing.
He threw me on top of his bed and started to undress himself in front of me. I gasped in shock as his erect penis became visible and pointed in my direction. I wondered what women saw in them as they looked absolutely ugly and to some degree threatening. But with my hormone driven brain I didn’t think much further than this and only thought if his dick was large enough to hit my prostate and finally give me my desperately needed orgasm. Abe hopped on top of his bed and slowly crawled towards me on all fours. Just when he was about to spread my legs apart I stopped him in time. If he found out I was no real woman I wasn’t sure what would happen next. During my time with him I found out he was a rather conservative kind of man. At best he would beat me up and throw me out of his apartment.
“Abe I… I’m a bit old fashioned. I feel weird doing it outside marriage but…” I paused. I wasn’t sure if I should really go through with it but I was just so desperate for it at that moment. “You can use my backdoor if that’s fine with you.” I said, embarrassed by my own words. I really proposed to another man to fuck me in the ass.
A smile formed on his face as he moved towards his nightstand next to me.
“Gladly! My ex never was into it and I lost all hope to ever do it again.” He said as he took out a bottle of lube. “Huh. Might as well.” As as he took out a blue pill and just swallowed it without a glass of water.
“Dim the light please!” I commanded him while undressing myself. Even though he might not see it’s not a real pussy at first glance, on close inspection he would notice something was off so I hoped the dim light would work in my favor. Getting on all fours I started to think this was way too gay and maybe I should call it off but as I noticed the his wardrobe mirror facing me I could only see Hazel. With her large breasts hanging off her chest and Abe lubing up her hole, there was hardly anything wrong from the looks of it. Just a woman and her lover about to have some fun. Abe didn’t was much time and instantly pushed his member inside of me. My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I felt pain and pressure in ways I have never felt before.
I felt stuffed like a turkey on thanksgiving and was about to call it off when one of his thrusts hit a spot that almost made me cum in an instant. There it was, the release I desperately waited for so long and couldn’t get myself, was so close. Driven like mad I started to push myself against each of his thrusts just hoping for every hit to feel just as good as that special one. This was probably the most fucked up and perverted act I had ever done and the thought I fooled an older hetero man into believing I was a real woman was something that made it all more forbidden and wrong, but also so much better. A few more thrusts and I finally felt it coming. But as my tugged penis was trying with all it’s might to become erect I suddenly felt a sharp pain from it like I had never before. Mixed with agonizing pain and pure bliss from my orgasm I let out a loud scream and almost fainted. I collapsed in front of me only for Abe to continue and release his seed inside of me just a few minutes later. I barely had any power left in me and could only accept as he dragged me with him to cuddle after, making me the little spoon. His dick was still erect and logged deep inside of me, not getting any softer.
My pain in my lower regions didn’t recede as I was used to and as my post coital clarity set in I was overcome by disgust and horror of what I did. Looking at myself in the wardrobe mirror I only saw Hazel, sweaty and with a man’s penis deep inside her ass. I tried to stay calm and recover until I could move my legs good enough again but in all that time I didn’t go back into that state I was used to. Gone was all the eroticism, the fetish, the hornyness I felt about it all. I was just James Astor again, the hetero 18 year old guy. But my mirror image told me a complete different story. Barely anything about it looked remotely close to James. What have I done to myself? I needed to get out of here and reverse it all and maybe I could forget what I did with Abe even though I doubted it. Hearing his snores, I tried to free myself from his grasp but with barely any muscle power left every movement of mine was met by him tightening the grip. What made it all worse was that it moved his dick inside of me ever so slightly, sending shiver across my body and reminding me of his big meat inside of me. I grinded my teeth in anger and frustration and could only wait until he fell into a deeper sleep.
I’m not sure how much time passed but I knew it was dark outside when I had the power to free myself from him. It felt good to finally have his penis out of me as the pressure inside of me was starting to became unbearable but that was only followed by the disgusting feeling of his semen dripping out of my now gaping hole. I ignored this and dressed myself up and moved back into my apartment to take a shower. That same night I called my dad to tell him I would come home and also because I wanted to hear a familiar voice after recent events but things didn’t go as expected. It has been a while since the last time I talked with him and since then I was only using my Hazel voice. All attempts to go back to my James voice ended in a weird imitation. It got only worse when my father demanded to talk with the real James, which of course wasn’t possible. He was starting to get more and more irritated and angry and after a while even asked if there was a ransom. To that I just ended the call in panic and hoped he wouldn’t call the police. Things were falling apart real quick. If only I knew how bad was about to become.
The next morning I woke up to the same mood as I had yesterday evening and the discomfort of my new body became much stronger with every hour. The pain in my crotch became worse too and now felt like I got kicked into the balls ten times in a row. All I wanted was to get rid of this charade and go home, my real home and become James Astor again. I had a few pain medication left from the early days after my operation but they only helped so much. Halfway towards the clinic I couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the sidewalk. A few people around helped me up and an older woman drove me in her car to the hospital. There I explained what was going on, well at least regarding my penis, too embarrassed was I to tell the full truth. A quick operation later and he was finally free again, but the short moment of joy wouldn’t last long. After so many months I saw my own penis again, shriveled and red as a tomato. What followed was almost like a death sentence as the doctor explained to me what was wrong. From the constant pressure and tight spot it was in all the time my tissue was damaged beyond repair and some of it started to die off. To my ‘luck’, as they told me, most of the nerves were still intact and they could reform my penis into a vagina and I could function normal again even though I would need to take hormones from now on. I wasn’t given much time to mourn or think of a solution as time was running short. My own fantasy brought me into this and from the looks of it, a part of it would forever stay with me. I don’t know how I would go back home like this but I would find a way as long as the rest looked like my old self again.
In the days after the operation I fell into a dark mood and was filled with thoughts of ‘just how I could let it come this far’. I should have just stuck to dressing up in my maids uniforms but now it was too late to go back to those innocent days. The nurses taught me everything I needed to know about my new genitalia and not long after I could finally go home. Surprisingly during all this the country club didn’t fire me after I explained them why I was in the hospital. I guess with this social climate they would rather keep me on sick leave than risk any negative publicity, not like I had any intention of ever going back there. The first thing I did after leaving the hospital was to go back to the beauty clinic and undo all of the other stuff and become James Astor again. Or as much as I could.
But what I saw was a complete different waiting room. The girl at the front desk was a complete different one too. “Uhm excuse me, is Doctor Brown here? I need to talk with him, it’s urgent.” I said, hoping they just changed the furniture and design a bit to go with the time.
“Oh no sorry. This is now a beauty spa. We moved in around a month ago after Mr Brown left the states.” I couldn’t believe what I heard. If he wasn’t here who could fix me? Would any other doctor believe my story if I told them?
“W-What do you mean left the states? When is he back?” Still in hope he just moved his clinic to somewhere else but what she told me was much worse. Apparently he did a highly questionable operation, not like mine was any better and it did not go that well. Not only was he sued by that woman and her rich husband, many other disgruntled patients joined in, encouraged by her act. If I wanted to be me again I needed to go to Mexico where he opened up a new clinic. My funds weren’t that high after so many months but I hoped he could at least do the most necessary parts to make me look somewhat like my old self again.
The next day I was about to book a flight ticket when I found out all my cards were blocked. My father must have blocked them after my not so successful call that one night. Despair set in as my whole situation developed a life of its own. All I now had left was whatever was on Hazels bank account and her ID. I could try to talk with my dad, try to prove who I really am if I even manage to go past the guards securing our mansion. But he would just disinherit me, most likely thinking I was a freak and not worthy to carry his name. I was completely stuck in this life I thought was only a fantasy and an adventure to live out my fetish. These large sagging tits, my wrinkled skin, the wide hips and especially that flat area on my crotch would stay with me for the rest of my life.
The following months were pretty rough. With no funds from my old account, a low income and the hospital bill I was struggling to make ends meet. The only support I had in these times was ironically from Abe. After our one time he became way more direct with his intentions and even though I pushed him away early on I didn’t want to lose him. Not that I had any romantic feelings for him but because he was the only person in my new life I could rely on. This became more of a dependency as my financial situation worsened and the advance payment for my apartment ran out. When he offered me to move I with him I knew there was no way around it and I somehow became his girlfriend, with all things attached to it. I didn’t want to land on the streets so I pretended to be the loving girlfriend he expected me to be, buying my time in hope something would happen to get me out of this life. But time went on and I celebrated my 49th birthday with him. Up to this point the female hormones washed away anything that was left of my remaining male features and completed my new image. He used this special day to propose to me, to which I reluctantly agreed. In reality I was just a now 19 year old boy, without money or knowledge of the world. I didn’t know how I would survive out there, so being Abe’s wife wasn’t the worst deal I could have picked. On our honeymoon he finally made me into a real woman and I had sex for the first time with my new vagina and to my surprise it wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. I’d still prefer to have my own penis back but it was miles more enjoyable than getting it from behind.
Our life fell into a routine not long after and we were just husband and wife. I still had hopes somehow, something would happen to get me out of this. Maybe I would one day wake up and it was all a dream or I was just completely insane and forgot to take my medicine. But this was just nothing more than a hope I never could let go. And like on one of many of those days when Abe was on top of me, thrusting in and out, our hands interlocked I just laid there and looked at the clock at our nightstand, waiting for him to finish so I could stand up and make some breakfast for us. This was just a typical Sunday morning in a life I never thought I would live.
But it was my life now and I had to accept it.
I’m not sure when it started but the older I got the harder it was for me to ignore these urges. Whenever I saw her serve us food, clean my room or just do her other duty’s I was constantly fantasizing about her. Many other rich 18 year old guys in my position would probably have a hidden fetish for their maids too, but mine went way further as I didn’t have a hard on for my much older maid. No I had a deep desire to be in her role itself. The thought of wearing her uniform, doing her menial tasks while the rich folks around me treated me as a normal maid or just completely ignored turned me on so much and was a fantasy of mine that became ever so harder to ignore these last few days after reaching my 18th birthday. Truth be told I already sneaked some of our servants uniforms into my bedroom. Locking myself inside of it I wore it and pretended to be one of the maids. As I had a hard time imitating a young female voice, I had better results trying to sound like an older woman with a bit more rustier voice. The more I did it the more this ‘role’ developed. While wearing one of the uniforms I gave myself the name of Hazel Bloom, a 48 year old maid under the service of the young master James Astor, my real self. As my arousal became too much I relieved myself while still wearing the uniforms only to feel embarrassed and ashamed of what I just did in my post nut clarity. But all those thoughts and desires came back again and again no matter how I felt afterwards in my short moments of clarity. Maybe it was my hormone driven mind bringing me in these situations and clouded my judgment but I knew I just didn’t have the willpower to resist. Too strong was this fantasy of mine.
These coming days were even harder for me to function normal as the prospect of leaving my home for college made me realize I would also leave behind my fathers mansion and with that the entire point of having a maid. My father wanted for me to have a classic college experience. Living in a dorm, go on parties and in his words “to sow my wild oats” and later on become the heir he always wanted me to be. Of course he didn’t know anything about my weird fetish. Even though I liked the thought of being reduced to a lowly poor maid, working for people with no fear of making ends meet while I could be lucky to pay my rent, this was after all still a fantasy. Nothing in this world would make me give up the wealth I was born in so I did everything I could to keep this as secret as possible. The last thing I needed to my troubled mind was being disinherited and cast out with nothing on me but my shoes and what I currently had in my wallet.
Maybe all I needed was to get it all out of my system. Make my fantasy as real as possible for a short time, live in it and when I’m fully satisfied and can’t bear it anymore I would become normal again and go on with my life. But I didn’t know how, at least not yet. The closer I got to my graduation the more effort I put into finding a solution. Searching through the entire internet I found all kind of websites, ranging from useful tips and tricks to straight out selling myself off to slavers into a third world country with fake documents. While that was of course way too much, the idea regarding fake documents was something that could make my experience so much more immersive. I had enough money and enough connections to make Hazel into a real person. The only problem was how would I make myself look like her. Finding many forums about cross dressing, makeup tutorials for men and dressing yourself to be convincing, nothing of that was what I really wanted. I was about to give up and felt angry after coming so far in my planing phase. That was until a thought crossed my mind that might be the solution to my last obstacle.
Remembering how my mom and some of her friends always went to that beauty clinic to make themselves look younger for a while with Botox and all other kind of chemical crap, I wondered if they could do it the other way around too. Make myself look more female and older for a while. A visit to the clinic would give me certainty. The next day I made up an excuse to go out for a while, pretending to spend some time with my friends before everyone spreads out to a different college. I didn’t have to wait too long for an appointment as the doc knew my families name from my mom’s frequent visits. He was probably happy to make another quick buck, which if he had the skills, he would.
“So let me get this clear. You want me to make you look like an older woman. But only for a while?” Doctor Brown said, still a bit confused from my request. “But why?”
I was so nervous in that moment but managed to keep a cool head through all of this.
“Does it matter? You get the money after all.” Trying to sound confident as I didn’t want him to dig in too deep into this. While we had a doctor patient confidentiality I didn’t want to take any bets if he would really be quiet if he knew the entire embarrassing truth.
“Well… You rich folks sure have weird requests sometimes. But it’s the land of the free after all so whatever. Yes I think I can do it. There are some chemicals that can make your skin look older but I have to look a bit more into the details of it. For the rest I can give you breast implants or a lot more depends how daring you are. Some of it might be harder to reverse though and as always small scars after that are most likely unavoidable.” He said as he leaned back into his chair.
“What do you mean harder to reverse? I don’t want you to cut my dick off or anything like that. It’s just I want to appearance of an older women. Around 48 years old if possible.” I said.
“Yes yes I understand. What I mean is I can make your crotch just as flat so you could wear a bikini for example. On a closer inspection it would be clear it’s not a real vagina but that’s of course not what we want here. You testicles will be pushed into your inguinal canal and I fix your penis into a position that makes the area flat and forces you to sit while peeing. Your breasts could be formed by using your own body fat, there is a brand new procedure for it and many other beauty clinics are trying it out right now. The end results are amazing and very convincing. With that we could give them a natural sag and…” The doc explained while I was overwhelmed by the sheer amount of information flooding my brain. He was getting excited about what he could all do while I had a hard time following him, but I knew he was the man I needed for this.
In the end he showed me a picture of myself on his laptop and changed it with some ai generating software to alter my appearance. As the program slowly made my face look older I was amazed by just how convincing I could look like. During this I had a hard time to hide my raging boner in my pants as I saw my own feminized and older face. Next he placed my head on a woman’s body with huge sagging tits and wide hips. He said something about hips but with so much information at once I completely blended that part out but from the looks of it, it was worth it. Staring at the monitor with my mouth wide open I could hear my own heart beating in excitement. Was I really going to do this all to myself? To live out my own perverted fantasy? Most likely yes as my arousal was fogging my judgment and all I could think of was looking like her and acting like the maid I wanted to be.
“So? What do you say?” He said, waking me out of my trance.
“It’s… It’s a lot to take in. And you are sure you could reverse it all when I’m ready to be myself again?” I asked.
“As I already explained most of it yes.” He said with a small annoyed undertone in his voice not wanting to repeat everything again. He was probably referring to the scars I might keep from all of this but that was a tiny price to pay to finally live out my fantasy.
“Wow. That…” I cleared my throat and composed myself, trying to look confident again. “That looks pretty good doc. When can we schedule these operations. I would like to have them as soon as possible and best case all at once.”
“Whoa hold still young man. First off, I’m quiet booked out so not in the next two months that’s for sure and we can’t do them all at once. Your body needs to recover but we can do them in quiet a short frequency. Let me check my calendar.” He said while typing into his laptop. While this was already more than I expected or hoped, the thought of jumping into my fantasy in small steps felt kind of underwhelming. It would take so long and until it was all done I couldn’t do much as I would have to hide from my family in that time. Otherwise it would be pretty difficult to explain to my dad why I was running around with tits or looked older than I actually was.
“Uhm doc. Is it possible to stay in your clinic during it all? You know just keep me in a coma or something like that. I just want to go to sleep as I am and wake up like you showed me on your laptop.” I could see his mind rattling as he thought about my question. If that won’t work I guess I just have to go with my original plan. While it was what I wanted, I was now hooked on what he showed me and just how much more was doable than I ever imagined.
“I think that’s doable. Usually patients stay with us for a week at best if they had a bit more done on them but it’s not impossible to stay longer that is of course if the payment for it can be done.” He said, raising his eyebrow. He probably expected for me to say no but what he didn’t know is that my dad gave me already more than enough money to live through college without any concern about my finances. For him those were peanuts, barely worth mentioning but for a young man like me or just anyone in the middle or lower class, this was more than enough to live off comfortably for a few years on a low budget.
“Don’t worry about that doc. You know my family. Just give me a number and it will be paid.” I said with a smug smile on my face. He just started to type in wildly into his laptop as I waited for him to finish all the details. In the end we made an appointment when to start. I picked the day after my high school graduation. But as soon as he showed me the estimated price I barely managed to keep up my poker face. This was way more than I thought it would be. If I really went through with it I would just have enough for the fake documents of Hazel and a bit of a safety net for emergencies. But I had to go through with it now. I couldn’t go back anymore after seeing all of this, I would constantly ask myself ‘what if’. Without a clear thought I agreed and we shook our hands. Before I left his office I asked if I could have that ai generated picture of my feminized older self. That was the perfect picture for the fake documents I was about to manage next.
During the next days I constantly thought about it. Was I really going through with it. Was I going to far? I was a hetero guy after all and this just sounded so weird and fucked up every time I had a short moment of clarity. But those moments were quickly pushed away as the sheer thought of it made me horny beyond believe again. Getting the documents was probably the easiest part in my entire plan. I guess money opens many doors and services normal people could only dream of. As the date of my graduation came closer I finally braved myself enough to confront my dad. After all he still expected me to leave the house and go to college shortly after the graduation day. I would leave my home but I wouldn’t arrive at college, at least not if everything worked out for me.
Going into his home office I saw him talking with one of his business partners on the phone. I just waited for him to finish and just stood there in front of his desk. With a raised finger he signaled me he was about to finish and pointed at the seat next to me.
“Bob, Bob listen! I don’t care, just get it done!” He said with a commanding voice before hanging up.
“Hey champ, what can I do for you?” He asked. In an instant he changed between business man to wholesome father figure. This was something that still spooks me but I guess he could separate work and family pretty well.
“Well dad it’s about college. I… uh I thought maybe I could do a gap year and start a bit later.” I saw his mouth already opening to say something. “Before you say anything just listen! I had a pretty boring high school life and before I go out into the real world and become an adult I want to see it all. So I thought I just enter college next year and travel around the world. See what it all has to offer and get experience, you know…” I said. To be honest this was more or less a copy of what one of my class mates was about to do but it sounded pretty good as an excuse to get away for a while. I saw my dad raising his eyebrows as he was caught off guard from what I said.
“I… wow. I didn’t expect that. You were always the more quiet one and I hoped when I put you through the typical college experience you would grow into a real man but I guess I underestimated you. You know you remind me of myself when I was your age. Only difference, I did a world tour with one of my buddy's back in the days. We made a list of…” And with that he started rambling about his past and his journey through all parts of the world with his old college buddy and now business partner. It was hard to pretend to be interested in his story but I knew I got him. All I needed was to endure it and my plan could be executed perfectly. We spend a few hours in his office and talked like we never did before. At some point I completely forgot about the reason I came and just enjoyed some father-son time we rarely had. We were cut off when his alarm ringed and he had to prepare himself for the next meeting. With my fathers blessing I left his office and polished the rough edges of my plan. With Hazel’s fake documents I managed to apply for a banking account and rented a small furnished apartment for one year in advance at the other side of the city. I wanted to have it all perfectly set for my fantasy.
Counting the days until my graduation and my vacation into Hazel, I tried to eat a lot more to gain some weight. Like the doc told me, the more fat I had the better he could relocate it and enhance my curves. Whenever our maids served me my extra requested food I could only think of how I would soon be one of them. Serving some entitled rich kid his lavish dishes and obeying his every command. I probably masturbated more in these days than all my previous years combined as the thought of becoming a maid was the biggest turn on I could ever get. This was only overshadowed by the short moments of post nut clarity. Whenever these moments hit me I was shocked of how far I was willing to go. Many times I was close to grab my phone and cancel my appointment and everything else linked to it. But it was only close. Never was my mind clear long enough to really do it.
And as my graduation day came and went I was full off excitement, fear and most of all, arousal. Packing the suitcases into my car I said goodbye to my mom and dad before driving off. During the drive towards the clinic my hands were shaking form pure excitement. Just in a few hours I would fall asleep in an operation room and wake up looking like the person on the new id I had in a separate much more feminine looking wallet. I was about to become Hazel Bloom, 48 year old woman. Copying my senior maids credentials I would most likely be able to find a job as a real maid and fulfill my fantasy to it’s maximum.
While I waited in the lobby of the beauty clinic I was deep in my own thoughts. Surprisingly during all this scheme I didn’t think of a time frame. Well I said I take a gap year to my dad but I don’t really expect it to last this long, but what if I my fetish runs off just one week in? That would be kind of awkward considering the huge effort I put into this.
“Mr Astor?” The receptionist called out my name. “Everything is prepared. Please follow me.” I took my backpack with my belongings and everything I need whenever I wake up and followed her. Walking behind her I wondered if she knew why I was here. Would she think I’m a freak? A pervert? But my mind wasn’t on it’s own for too long as I was entering a bedroom that looked more like a mix of a hotel suite and a hospital room.
“This is where you will stay during the your time here. You can stow away your backpack into one of the cabinets. Take your time to prepare and dress into the hospital gown. When you are ready just press this button next to your bed and a nurse will be called to transport you to the operating room.” Without much words she closed the door behind me and left. Looking around I was a bit scared from all of it. I have never slept somewhere else without anyone knowing where I was. It almost felt like I was completely alone and on my own and a part of me screamed to call it off. But as I put my backpack and wallet away I took a last look at the picture of Hazel and knew there was no way I would stop now.
After changing clothes I laid on the bed and pressed the button. After a few seconds a nurse came into my room, greeting me with a smile before rolling me into the operation room. As I laid there, the bright light shining into my face I saw the doc standing next to me. He read through some papers before his focus was on me.
“So James. Big day huh? I’m asking you like I do to all my patients. Are you really sure about that? No shame in saying no.” I didn’t reply instantly with vigor as I wanted to. Something in my mind slowed me down but I dismissed it and just stammered out an unsure yes. A few seconds later a mask was held over my face as I slowly fell asleep.
I don’t know how much time passed when I woke up again. Still drowsy from whatever they gave me to wake up, I was disoriented by my surroundings. Looking around it took me a while to remember it was my room inside the beauty clinic and with every minute I was awake, more and more of my memories returned. As the feeling of my body returned I became aware by the strong alien feeling of it. Something heavy was sitting on my chest and my hips hurt like hell. Looking down I noticed that my blanket was bulged at my chest area. I was about to push the blanket away when I noticed my hand. The skin on it looked so dry and wrinkled. It looked definitely much older now. I looked in amazement at it for a few minutes before I remembered my chest. Pressing my hands on it and felt two huge squishy globes. Grabbing both of them with my hands I played around to make sure I wasn’t dreaming and as I tugged on them I felt a sharp pain, confirming this was all real. They were now part of me for sure and I was burning with anticipation to see them. Raising my upper body on the bed I felt them move around with every motion and their weight was now more obvious then ever. They were damn heavy and they were now stuck on my chest for the near future. Looking around the room again I noticed a full length mirror placed at the corner. Without a second thought I jumped out of bed and was about to walk towards it if it weren’t for the sharp pain in my hips that stopped me.
“Oh fuck!” I screamed out. I took my time to stand up. For some reason the weight of my body caused me pain in my hips and as I started to walk I noticed how I automatically swayed my hips more than I was used to.
As soon as my reflection hit the mirror I was about to scream but quickly realized the person in the mirror was me. Or rather Hazel now. Somehow I almost looked like that Hazel picture I got from the doc many weeks ago but it was also so different that I could hardly recognize myself. While I still had most of my old features, it took me a concentrated look to see them. But some parts were changed completely. Apart from the older looking skin, my nose was a bit smaller too if I had to guess. This alone made the rest of my face look completely not James like. Getting past this shock I undid my gown to finally have a view at the entirety of my body. As I stood there in all my naked glory I had a hard time to take it all in. The doc made no small promises as almost all of my body looked so different to what I looked before. My somewhat chubby belly disappeared. It’s fat most likely used to enhance my hips and ass and create my now large and natural looking sagging tits. Just from the weight and size alone I guessed to be at least an e-cup. On top of it they had those recognizable stretch marks, making it look like I was carrying those around since puberty. I felt the arousal building up inside of me as I looked at the hot looking cougar inside the mirror. But instead of feeling my boner rise I felt a sharp pain in my crotch. Looking down I saw a vagina. Or something that closely resembled one. Pushing my finger against it I felt the pressure transferred to my penis somewhere hidden and tugged away inside of it. It was desperately trying to become erect as I became just as horny as I was days before the operation. In that moment I thought I made a mistake on that part. How am I going to jerk off now? I tried to rub myself there, hoping that the pressure would more or less transfer to my penis and make me come but it was futile and only made it worse as I saw that old lady trying to rub herself off, her fingers nestled on her pussy lips. Looking at my fingers on my crotch I noticed something was off but I couldn’t really see what. It took me a while until the dots connected. I had a thigh gap! But how? I surely didn’t have one before and it didn’t look like he cut off some meat on my thighs to make it look that way. But as I rubbed my soft and hairless thighs together I noticed that my hips in general were pretty wide and no matter how much I pressed my legs together they would only converge at the knees. Was that the reason I felt pain in my hips? How did he do it?
Before I could think about ways of how, the door next to me opened and the doc entered my room.
“Oh you are finally awake. Wonderful. I see you are already taking in my work. I’m quiet surprised myself how good you came out.” He said as he moved with his clipboard towards a chair and sat down. “Well Mr Astor, there were no complication and you healed way better than expected. Scaring is at a minimum and your movement should be just as good as before. I would like to keep you here for another hour just in case but in my opinion you are good to go if you feel well enough.”
My mind could barely take his words in as I was still occupied with the mirror. “Wow… y-you really did it. I’m just… wow.” I could barely find the words. “But one question. What happened with my hips? I mean, look at it.” I said as I turned around and pointed at the gap.
“Oh yeah that was one of the procedures we talked in our first meeting. It’s similar to the way people treat short legs. We adjusted your pelvic bone and from the last x-ray it healed quiet well. You might feel some pain for the next week or two until your body adjusts to it. I wrote you a prescription for pain medication you can pick up at the front desk. If the pain isn’t subsiding after around two weeks, please call and we make a check up.”
I couldn’t really find words for it. I wasn’t sure how he could reverse this part but looking back I was just amazed by just how much it adds to the whole picture.
“Well I better leave you some privacy. I hope everything is to your liking Mr Astor and please call us when something is off or causes problems.” He said before leaving me alone again. Getting called Mr or just by my real name was so strange now as all I could see was Hazel Bloom. The longer I stared into the mirror the more aroused I got and the more pain I felt on my crotch. I needed relief but this was the wrong place for it. I quickly checked for my belongings and to my luck they were still there as well as the clothes I prepared for Hazel.
I quickly put on the panties and bra, followed by a plain and boring looking cocktail dress. My heart was beating like crazy in excitement and all I wanted was to move into my rented apartment and have real alone time without the risk of someone barging in any minute. Just a few more steps and my time as Hazel Bloom would start. Checking myself a last time in the mirror all I could see was a mature woman with barely shoulder length black hair, wearing a dress that hugged her curves perfectly. What stood out the most was the back pack I carried over my shoulder as it was the same old guy-looking back pack I had before. Perhaps I should have prepared a purse too for this but it wouldn’t matter in a few minutes. Making my way towards the front desk I noticed a few other people sitting in the waiting area. To my horror I saw one of my mom’s friend reading a magazine while waiting for her appointment. My heart dropped into my stomach as I feared she would recognize me. I swiftly turned around and looked at the receptionist. I cleared my throat as I started to talk in the mature female voice I had trained the last few weeks to it’s perfection.
“I uhm I’m here for a prescription.” I said with a shacky but convincing voice.
“The name please?” She asked me. It was the same girl I saw before my operation. Didn’t she remember me and why I came here or does she really not recognize me? I beckoned her to come closer as I didn’t want to speak out my name too loud.
“Astor. J… James Astor.” Her eyes went wild as she now understood the situation. I could see she now recognized me and her face ran red. She looked through some papers at her front desk until she found what she was looking for.
“Here it is. I hope everything was to your liking… ma’am.” She said while putting emphasis on the last word. A shiver ran through my body as I felt like I was about to come right then and there. With wobbly legs I walked outside, shielding my face from my mom’s friend and went out back into the real world.
The bright sun was burning at my eyes as they had to get used to it again. Looking around I saw that nothing changed. Somehow I expected to be in a different world or something like that but it was just the way it was before I came here. Looking through my phone I checked all my messages. With a smile I could see that the delayed messages I created beforehand were send out to my father, buying me an alibi every time. The funniest part about this were the deep fake pictures I did of myself in various places around the world, faking my existence in these places. I compressed and reduced the quality of these pictures to make them look a tiny bit more authentic. My father always replied how happy he was for me and asked for some details like how’s the weather or did something exciting happen yet to which I of course never answered. Most of my pre-written messages were just about the same old me and how much fun this country, city, area or jungle was. I could give him a call but decided against it as all I wanted was to get myself into Hazel’s apartment as fast as possible.
I looked for my car which I parked near the clinic more than a month ago. Walking down the sidewalk I noticed just how much my hips swayed and despite some efforts I could not walk anything but in a very feminine way. It was a bit creepy as despite everything, I knew who I really was and could always switch back to my old voice and pretend to be James again. But the way I walked on the other hand was a constant reminder that I didn’t have any control over it, forcing me to walk in a womanly fashion. And by god did that turn me on. This was exactly what I wanted. I was walking and looking like an older woman and the views I got from men towards my ample cleavage just made it all so more exciting.
Turning around the corner I saw my car but not the way I wanted it to be. On my windshield were a huge amount of parking tickets but what was worse was the wheel clamp. This was my only way of easy transportation. “Fuck!” I cursed out loud in my male voice, getting stares from nearby passersby. With their stares making me feel uneasy, I reminded myself I better talk in my trained female voice from now on, as slipping up at the wrong moment could make things a whole lot more complicated. I walked around for a bit and got accustomed to how the world sees me now. What was the most obvious part was how many glances I got from other man. I could see the hunger in their eyes as their view landed on my cleavage and swaying hips. As I walked down the sidewalk I noticed a few shops pop up which caught my attention. First off I started with a hairdresser to fix this mess called my hair. During the last few weeks I let it grow out and it almost reached my shoulder.
As I entered the hairdressers salon I hoped my disguise was convincing enough. This would be my first interaction with someone who didn’t know me before. Looking around I saw only women getting their hair done and I would soon be one of them.
“Can I help you ma’am?” Came a voice from my left. Behind a counter stood a young girl, her eyebrows raised, expecting an answer from me.
“Oh uh I need my hair done if possible.” I said in my female voice.
“Do you have an appointment?”
“N-No. Do I need one? I thought I could just come in and get it done. Else I can come back later.” I said, feeling a bit disappointed.
“No it’s fine you just need to wait a bit until a spot gets free. If you want, you can take a seat over there. I’ll call you when we are ready for you.” She said while pointing towards the waiting area behind me.
“That sounds good. I’ll wait then, thank you.” I said before going over and sat down on the coach. Apart from me there were two other woman in the waiting area, both reading a magazine while waiting for their turn. None of them bat an eye that I was sitting there.
Looking down I noticed my legs were fairly spread out like I’m usually used to sit. I crossed my legs the same way those two other woman did. The feeling of my hairless thighs rubbing against each other while there was nothing between my legs to be crushed was making my tucked away dick wake up in excitement. But having no place to expand I was only met by a stinging pain and a frustrated moan escaped my lips.
“Everything fine dear? Is it the cramps?” The woman to my right asked me. It took me a while to understand what she meant but as soon as it made sense to me my arousal spiked even more. Here I was waiting to get my hair done while these women next to me thinks I have my period cramps. I was completely incognito and the thought of it, being this convincing was almost sending me over the edge.
“N-No it’s fine. They should go away any minute. I hope…” I said as my breathing became more heavy. I tried to distract myself and grabbed a magazine lying in front of me and started to read it. Most of the content was just boring beauty tips, cooking recipes or ways to lose weight but it helped. The more I read the deeper I lost myself in the articles and completely zoned out my surroundings. I’m not sure how much time passed but when I was called out and put down the magazine I noticed I was the only one left in the waiting area.
As I sat down on my seat I saw a large mirror in front of me. Seeing myself again or rather Hazel was still so alien to me. I was supposed to be an 18 year old boy starting his first year in college but looking at the mirror all I saw was an older lady. My view landed on my own breasts again as I was mesmerized by their appearance. Just when I was about to give them a small squeeze I was interrupted by the voice of the hairdresser coming to my spot.
“So what can we do for you today dear?” She said in a warm and welcoming voice.
“Well as you can see I need something of an overhaul. My hair looks chaotic and needs form.” I said in my Hazel voice. I wasn’t really sure what to say as I had honestly no clue what kind of hairstyle would fit me.
“Any preferences or wishes? We can also do your makeup and nails if you want.” She said. Looking at my nails and my face again it was true. I completely forgot I had no make up on or polished nails.
“Y-Yes. That sounds good. Just surprise me. I’m open for your expertise.” I said. Everything would be fine as I doubt I could have done a better job than her. Without much more questions she started and I enjoyed every moment of it. I basked in the pure experience of being treated as an older woman while getting my hair and nails done. The small talk was a bit harder to manage as she asked me questions about myself, my husband and my family. Since I created Hazel out of nowhere in my perverted mindset I expanded her background and just answered on the get go. In the end I became a divorced woman and mixing some truth into it. I also had a son who just recently went off to college, James Bloom.
About an hour later she was finished and spun my chair around, making me face the mirror. The person I saw in the mirror was completely different. Gone was any trace what so ever I still had as James. I tried to look for any of my old features and while it was hard to recognize myself before, now it was impossible. Make up sure could do wonders.
My shoulder length hair was now silky smooth and cut to accentuating my face in a very feminine way. As I was about to glide my hand through it I was met by my manicured nails and just looked at them in amazement. It was all so perfect and no one would ever think twice I’m anything but a mature woman.
“I guess I hit the spot?” She said behind me.
“Yeah it’s so… good! You really outdone yourself I can’t believe it.” I said still amazed by my new looks.
“If that’s the case be sure to make an appointment for next time so you don’t have to wait so long. Cindy at the front desk manages it all.”
I thanked her again and moved towards the front desk to pay and make an appointment in about a month for a check up. Only a few hours passed since I left the beauty clinic and I already knew this was all worth it. Everything was so exciting, so new and so arousing I could barely control myself, not like I could jerk off anyway at the moment but that was a problem for later. Next was the clothing store not far away. During my walk towards it I must have looked a bit out of place. Me fully dressed and styled while still carrying around a boyish looking backpack. Some might assume I’m carrying my son’s bag for him.
As I entered the shop I was taken back by it’s somewhat run down appearance. Discount signs left and right, tight corridors between the clothing racks and the cold light made it all look so… poor. It was honestly my first time going into one of these stores or even be confronted with discounts but I was happy of every new discovery in my little adventure. Going through different racks I picked up a few items I thought might look good on me and went over to the changing rooms.
Closing the curtains behind me I didn’t lose any more time and started to undress myself but as soon as I saw myself in the mirror I stopped. There in front of me was a Hazel. With the makeup and styled hair every resemblance of James Astor were gone. My penis surgically tugged away made my front area look just as flat as on any other woman, only for my panties to give it an extra impression of a camel toe. Hanging off from my chest were two very real looking breasts locked behind a bra. This was really happening. I really had made my body look like a 48 year old woman. Feeling that pain between my legs again as my penis tried with all its might to become erect, was too much for me as I too wanted to relief that sexual tension. This entire day I was edging and continuously postponed it but now I just had to do it. I desperately rubbed my flat area, hoping for some of the motions to be transferred to my penis behind. Each glance at the mirror in front of me just made it worse as all I saw was a mature woman trying to finger herself while squeezing her breast with the other hand. But knowing that this woman was me, trying to get off in a changing room, just one small curtain away from other people send me over the edge. Without having a full hard on I managed to come as I felt my own juice leaking out between my folds and a moist feeling formed in my panties.
But while basking in the afterglow of my act, grinding my teeth together to not let out any sound, the all familiar sense of post nut clarity washed over me and I realized how fucked up my situation was. The flat space between my legs and these large sagging tits made it even hard for me to see that it was me behind it all. Did I really turn myself into this just for a fantasy? These short moments after, made me always feel embarrassed and ashamed of myself and I took off the maid dress I was wearing every time. But this time there was no undressing and going back to normal mode. Even if I get rid of the panties and bra. These tits were now a part of me and all I could see in that mirror was Hazel a poor woman looking for a job, not James the rich young boy. My breathing became rapid and I had a hard time to not completely lose it. I sat down on the small seat inside my cabin and calmed myself down, closing my eyes to blend out the world around me.
“Excuse me. Ma’am? Do you need any help? You have been in there for quiet a while.” I heard a voice taking me out of my thoughts. I opened my eyes and looked down on my body. Wide female hips, my soft thighs pressed against each other and my breasts hold tightly inside a bra. It was all so surreal but at the same time amazing how convincing I looked. Maybe my small panic attack was just me being a scary little boy again. But right now I’m Hazel. I’m a grown up woman and god damn was I hot.
“N-No dear. I’m fine, don’t worry about me. I’m just taking my time.” I said and heard her moving away shortly after. Looking around I still had the few pieces of clothes lying around. I felt a bit weird after my panic attack but brushed it off as normal. After all it wasn’t an everyday event to walk around with the appearance of an older woman. Especially as this was my first time walking outside in a dress. Part of me still felt like a cross dresser despite my appearance but that all disappeared as soon as I tried on the tight fitting jeans. Seeing how they stretched over my now bigger ass and hugged my crotch, showing everyone the apparent lack of a penis made me horny once again. How could anyone even think I could be a young boy and not that hot cougar. But I had to control myself else I would stay in this cabin until the end of days, getting off to my own fantasy.
After trying on many more outfits I left the store with bags full of different outfits, underwear and lingerie and finally a purse for my new self. It was hard to carry all those bags so I decided to take the bus downtown towards my new apartment. As the sun was settling, I realized just how much happened on the first day and I still had so much more in front of me. The drive towards my new temporary home was my first time ever in a public transport. Usually my dad ordered a chauffeur or I drove on my own after my 16th birthday but now I was in the same vehicle with other strangers. It was so wild and exciting and I was all on my own in this little adventure.
After a log drive I finally made it to my new neighborhood. In the dark it looked more run down than at daytime. As I entered the apartment building I could hear the neighbors through their doors shouting and arguing. Maybe I should have picked a better neighborhood but this only made the immersion of a lowly maid even stronger. As long as I stay out of trouble no one should bother me. Taking the stairs up to the second level I looked for the number of my apartment when one of my bags handle gave out and all contents fell over the floor. Still holding to the other bags I tried to get them all up with the two free fingers I had left. I must have cursed a bit too loud as a neighbors door nearby opened. “Can I help you ma’am?” A deep and rough voice called out next to me. As I looked up I saw an older man, probably around my dads age. He looked at me with a smile as his eyes glanced over the lingerie that fell out of my bag. In panic I tried to put it back into one of the other bags but made my situation only worse as more and more fell out in my struggle. “Wait, wait. Let me help you.” He said and without even waiting for my answer he took some of the shopping bags out of my hand. I just let out a sigh and fixed my mess on the ground before rising up again to face this man. In front of me stood a somewhat older man. Probably around 50+ if I had to guess from the gray edges on his hairs. He wasn’t fat but still had a small beer belly sticking out. He looked like the average dad but there was no ring on his finger.
“Ma’am? I can carry them for you if you don’t mind.” He said, waking me up from my train of thoughts.
“Oh right… uhm sure I guess. My apartment is at the end of the hallway.” I said as I was still unsure how to talk with other people now that I was perceived completely different. His sneaky glances towards my cleavage constantly reminded me I was Hazel right now as I was sometimes forgetting it myself whenever I was daydreaming again.
“You are the new one right? I saw some people move in furniture a while ago but never saw anyone actually living there. Nice to finally meet you I’m Miller, Abe Miller.” He said with a hearty smile. “Yeah it’s my first day today. I just made sure my furniture arrived first while I was uhh… busy.” We exchanged a few pleasantries while moving into my apartment. We threw the shopping bags on my bed and I thanked Abe as I escorted him towards the door. Just before he was out he turned around to face me again.
“You know I uh… I noticed your kitchen isn’t fully done yet. If you didn’t plan on ordering anything you could come over. I just did something for myself when I heard the commotion outside my door.” He stammered in a nervousness voice. He reminded me that I haven’t really eaten anything today so far. The excitement of the day made me completely blend out my hunger. But as I looked towards my kitchen I wasn’t sure what he meant.
“What do you mean about my kitchen? I thought the movers did everything.”
“Well the power cables are sticking out and I doubt the gas plate is connected either. I assume same story for your washing machine. If you want I can come by tomorrow after work and fix it all for you.” He said. This was all a bit too much for me to understand. I never bothered in my life with anything as there were always people doing it for me.
“That would be awesome but I don’t want to take advantage of you. Can I pay you or something like that?” I asked him as I was about to go and get my wallet.
“No need for that but if you invite me for a dinner when everything is set and done, I wouldn’t say no.” I just smiled at him while my face ran red. He was interested in me, or rather Hazel.
“So?” He asked me again. “Want to come over for dinner or…?” He asked me with a raised eyebrow. I wasn’t sure what I would expect if I went over but I couldn’t deny just how hungry I was right now.
“I… I would like to.” I said and followed him towards his apartment.
The evening dinner with Abe wasn’t as awkward as I expected. We talked about each other and our past, mine of course mostly made up. He was just like Hazel divorced and lives in this apartment after a long and ugly settlement. It wasn’t hard for me to imagine she was the problem as Abe behaved like a genuine gentleman this evening. Late this evening we exchanged numbers and I went back into my apartment. Exhausted from the day and with a full stomach I instantly went to my bed and fell asleep, still in my dress.
The next day I woke up as the rays of the run shined through the gap in my curtains. It took me a while to raise myself upwards, still sleep and disorientated by my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the pain I felt in my back and hips. Looking down I was met by the same old breasts as yesterday. Giving them a firm squeeze a smile formed on my face as this was all not a dream. I really did it and made my fantasy real. As I took a shower I noticed the differences between my male body and this one. The water felt amazing against my hairless skin and feeling it run across my breasts gave me a small shivers as it constantly made me aware of just how big they were.
Drying myself off I washed away the remnants of my smeared make up and slowly but surely a few features of my old self could be seen inside the mirror. After only seeing Hazel with make up most of the time yesterday it was so weird now seeing so much of my old self again, even weirder when just a few inches further down two sagging breasts were hanging from my chest. After tying my hair away and dressing into a bathrobe it was almost like I was back to my old self. Apart from the wrinkles and the nose it was like an older and slightly feminized version of James was looking back at me. I left my bathroom and was already excited to try on all the new lingerie I bought yesterday. I spread them all out over my bed and tried on one by one. Just a few minutes in I heard the pinging of my phone. Checking it, it was a message from my father asking me once again how it’s going and when I think I would be home. It was barely more than a month and he already started to get worried. Probably the best thing I could do was to just call him and buy me some more time as my adventure barely has started. As I talked with him I constantly checked myself out in the mirror and noticed just how abstract this situation was right now. In front of me was an attractive older woman, dressed in lingerie while out of her mouth came a male voice. If I wouldn’t be talking on the phone to my dad I would be in big trouble. But would he even be able to recognize me right now? Somehow this made it all so more arousing.
Our talk was interrupted by the ringing of my doorbell. Walking towards it I tried to end the conversation with my dad but he always had something more to say.
“Okay dad, please I need to go now! I’ll call you tomorrow or whenever I find the time again. Yeah you too and greet mom from me. Bye bye.” I whispered as I was almost at the front door. Without much thought I opened it only to see Abe in front of me with a toolbox in his hands. His mouth was wide open as his eyes checked me out in detail.
“Whoah.” Was all he said. As I looked down on myself to see why he was so in awe I noticed I completely forgot I was still in my sexy lingerie.
In shock I slammed the door in front of him and ran to my room. My heart was almost exploding from the adrenaline and shame I felt in that moment. Getting the bathrobe over me again I slowly walked towards the door, with Abe’s surprised face still engraved in my memory. Thinking it over I felt my tugged away penis trying to rise again. Another man liked my image. I was so convincing in my lingerie that he didn’t rebuke in shock and saw a young boy cross dressing. No, he saw a mature sexy woman in a sexy black one piece. The more this image ran through my mind the hornier I got but I had to keep myself under control. Abe was probably still in front of my door. About to find words to apologize himself even though it was me who brought him into this situation.
Slowly I opened the door and as expected Abe stood in front of it. His face just as red as mine.
“H-Hey. I’m sorry I just thought… well. I could leave work earlier today so I thought I come by but uhm…” Abe fumbled with his words. It was kind of funny seeing a grown ass man unable to find the right words for this situation. Looking further down I could see a bulge in his pants and could hardly control myself. I wasn’t gay or found Abe attractive in any way but it made my fantasy just so much more immersive and fucked up. This was so much more than I expected. All I wanted was to be seen as a maid but right now I was also purely seen as an attractive woman. I bit my lips as my arousal hit newer heights.
“Oh Abe.” I said with a heavy breath. “It’s, fine j-just come in.” I said as I had a hard time to catch my breath. I needed to get myself under control. As much as I found this entire situation hot as hell I didn’t want it to end in a way I would regret when I’m back to my old self. Both me and Abe kept an awkward silence as he worked on my kitchen.
“Everything done. I would make a test drive with the washing machine but it should be all fine. If there are any leaks just call me and I will fix it.” Abe said as he started to stow away his tools. “Since your refrigerator is empty I assume you still have to buy some groceries right?”
“I uh yeah I guess so. I didn’t have the time to do it yesterday. Do you know a good place? I’m fairly new around here.”
“You can come with me. I wanted to buy some stuff anyway and seeing how you need almost everything I can help you carry some of the bags. Only if you want of course I don’t want to force myself on you.” He said with a nervous chuckle. He wasn’t wrong though. I needed a lot and during the last few weeks I lost a lot of muscle mass. I was now a weak woman that relied on a strong man to carry her stuff and I loved it. Without a second thought I agreed and changed into a more comfortable outfit. Somehow it felt like I had a servant doing my work again when all of this was there for me to become a servant. Nonetheless it didn’t take anything away from my fetish, it only made it all better and I still had to look for a maid job anyway.
The following days I got more and more used to my appearance and after a while I didn’t have to concentrate on my Hazel voice anymore as it came out naturally. The breasts on the other hand became a bit annoying with the constant back pain and how they came into my way all the time. It also became harder and harder to get off as my penis was surgically tugged away and the excitement and thrill of the first few days wore off. And whenever I managed to get an orgasm I was filled with horror of what I had done to myself. Many times I was close to drive to the clinic and undo it all. But halfway on my way I always calmed down and couldn't deny how hot this all was. My relationship with Abe grew and while we never became romantic or anything close to that I knew he wanted me. Every time when I went back into my apartment I saw the hunger in his eyes. Being an object of desire was so exhilarating.
But all of this was put to doubt when I finally managed to find a job as a maid. The excitement and rush I felt as soon as I put on my new and real uniform for the first time were washed away really quickly. During my first day and the days after I was so occupied with the work itself that I had barely time to live out my fantasy. Somehow in my mind I thought this all would play out differently and be more exciting but the reality of it was much more mundane. Maybe it was all about me as James being in this role and not Hazel, a woman nobody would think twice was a young rich boy. Still I didn't want to give up yet. After all I put so much money and effort into it and it wasn’t all bad. I still found arousal whenever I ran across people I faintly knew and fooled them to believe I was really a 48 year old woman. It even went so far that I got myself a trial day as a waitress in the country club my dad always goes. I just needed a new kick since my maid fantasy became nothing but hard work.
And it worked! Seeing so many familiar faces send shivers through my entire body. Whenever I served one of them I always expected they would call me out or even see a glimpse of James Astor, son of multimillionaire Richard Astor but no. All of them ignored me and treated me just like any waitress. After so many weeks slaving away in a boring maid job in an airport hotel I found what I really needed and to my luck I was offered a job. It wasn’t really hard since I knew the etiquette of the club. It didn’t take too long for the day I dreaded and anticipated the most came. My dad and mom came with some of their friends to play golf once in a month. As soon as they finished their game, they sat down for lunch and I rushed to their table to serve them. “Hi I’m Hazel how may I serve you?” I said with a nervous voice. This was it. I put everything on one card, risked everything only for a small perverted rush. I wasn’t thinking clear but that was my default mindset the last few weeks.
As soon as my dad looked up to me to give his order my heard froze and I expected to be exposed. “I think I take the pastrami…”
“Honey think of your blood pressure. He will take the brussels sproud salat, same for me dear.” My mom said as she interrupted him. Both of them looked directly into my face and didn’t recognize me. I couldn’t blame them as I had a hard time to recognize myself with all this make up and aged skin but still, they were my parents. Just in that moment I was about to cum but managed to control myself. It took all my focus to take the rest of their orders until I was finally away from their table. My heart was beating like crazy and all I could think of was to go home and try to orgasm to the though of this event.
With wobbly legs and a foggy mind I managed to finish the rest of my shift until I was on my way home. The entire way back I was edging and barely could hold it, but I knew I was done with it. I reached the peak of my fantasy and felt a sense of homesickness for the first time. As I was walking towards my apartment door I met Abe in the hallway again. “Oh hey Hazel! How was…” But I went past him before he could end his sentence. I just wanted relief so bad and was shaking all over my body that my keys dropped out of my hands. Before I could pick them up Abe stood besides me with a concerned face. “Hazel are you alright?” I just let out a heavy breath as I pressed my hand against my crotch. “N-No. I just… I just need to get…” But I couldn’t really bring out a full sentence. In an instant Abe pressed himself on me and pushed me against the door as his tongue invaded my mouth. My eyes went wide in panic and I tried to push him off me but I was so weak against his full weight. I never had a kiss with a girl before and now some old guy close to my dad’s age thrusted his tongue inside of me while his hands were playing with my breasts. I wasn’t gay but for some reason this turned me on even more because for him I was nothing more than an attractive older woman. The pain I felt at my crotch became almost unbearable and the urge to finally find relief made all my judgment of this situation go out the window. Before I even had a chance to get a grasp at the situation he lifted me up and carried me inside his apartment. He was so much stronger than I expected and manhandled me like I was nothing.
He threw me on top of his bed and started to undress himself in front of me. I gasped in shock as his erect penis became visible and pointed in my direction. I wondered what women saw in them as they looked absolutely ugly and to some degree threatening. But with my hormone driven brain I didn’t think much further than this and only thought if his dick was large enough to hit my prostate and finally give me my desperately needed orgasm. Abe hopped on top of his bed and slowly crawled towards me on all fours. Just when he was about to spread my legs apart I stopped him in time. If he found out I was no real woman I wasn’t sure what would happen next. During my time with him I found out he was a rather conservative kind of man. At best he would beat me up and throw me out of his apartment.
“Abe I… I’m a bit old fashioned. I feel weird doing it outside marriage but…” I paused. I wasn’t sure if I should really go through with it but I was just so desperate for it at that moment. “You can use my backdoor if that’s fine with you.” I said, embarrassed by my own words. I really proposed to another man to fuck me in the ass.
A smile formed on his face as he moved towards his nightstand next to me.
“Gladly! My ex never was into it and I lost all hope to ever do it again.” He said as he took out a bottle of lube. “Huh. Might as well.” As as he took out a blue pill and just swallowed it without a glass of water.
“Dim the light please!” I commanded him while undressing myself. Even though he might not see it’s not a real pussy at first glance, on close inspection he would notice something was off so I hoped the dim light would work in my favor. Getting on all fours I started to think this was way too gay and maybe I should call it off but as I noticed the his wardrobe mirror facing me I could only see Hazel. With her large breasts hanging off her chest and Abe lubing up her hole, there was hardly anything wrong from the looks of it. Just a woman and her lover about to have some fun. Abe didn’t was much time and instantly pushed his member inside of me. My eyes almost popped out of my skull as I felt pain and pressure in ways I have never felt before.
I felt stuffed like a turkey on thanksgiving and was about to call it off when one of his thrusts hit a spot that almost made me cum in an instant. There it was, the release I desperately waited for so long and couldn’t get myself, was so close. Driven like mad I started to push myself against each of his thrusts just hoping for every hit to feel just as good as that special one. This was probably the most fucked up and perverted act I had ever done and the thought I fooled an older hetero man into believing I was a real woman was something that made it all more forbidden and wrong, but also so much better. A few more thrusts and I finally felt it coming. But as my tugged penis was trying with all it’s might to become erect I suddenly felt a sharp pain from it like I had never before. Mixed with agonizing pain and pure bliss from my orgasm I let out a loud scream and almost fainted. I collapsed in front of me only for Abe to continue and release his seed inside of me just a few minutes later. I barely had any power left in me and could only accept as he dragged me with him to cuddle after, making me the little spoon. His dick was still erect and logged deep inside of me, not getting any softer.
My pain in my lower regions didn’t recede as I was used to and as my post coital clarity set in I was overcome by disgust and horror of what I did. Looking at myself in the wardrobe mirror I only saw Hazel, sweaty and with a man’s penis deep inside her ass. I tried to stay calm and recover until I could move my legs good enough again but in all that time I didn’t go back into that state I was used to. Gone was all the eroticism, the fetish, the hornyness I felt about it all. I was just James Astor again, the hetero 18 year old guy. But my mirror image told me a complete different story. Barely anything about it looked remotely close to James. What have I done to myself? I needed to get out of here and reverse it all and maybe I could forget what I did with Abe even though I doubted it. Hearing his snores, I tried to free myself from his grasp but with barely any muscle power left every movement of mine was met by him tightening the grip. What made it all worse was that it moved his dick inside of me ever so slightly, sending shiver across my body and reminding me of his big meat inside of me. I grinded my teeth in anger and frustration and could only wait until he fell into a deeper sleep.
I’m not sure how much time passed but I knew it was dark outside when I had the power to free myself from him. It felt good to finally have his penis out of me as the pressure inside of me was starting to became unbearable but that was only followed by the disgusting feeling of his semen dripping out of my now gaping hole. I ignored this and dressed myself up and moved back into my apartment to take a shower. That same night I called my dad to tell him I would come home and also because I wanted to hear a familiar voice after recent events but things didn’t go as expected. It has been a while since the last time I talked with him and since then I was only using my Hazel voice. All attempts to go back to my James voice ended in a weird imitation. It got only worse when my father demanded to talk with the real James, which of course wasn’t possible. He was starting to get more and more irritated and angry and after a while even asked if there was a ransom. To that I just ended the call in panic and hoped he wouldn’t call the police. Things were falling apart real quick. If only I knew how bad was about to become.
The next morning I woke up to the same mood as I had yesterday evening and the discomfort of my new body became much stronger with every hour. The pain in my crotch became worse too and now felt like I got kicked into the balls ten times in a row. All I wanted was to get rid of this charade and go home, my real home and become James Astor again. I had a few pain medication left from the early days after my operation but they only helped so much. Halfway towards the clinic I couldn’t take it anymore and collapsed on the sidewalk. A few people around helped me up and an older woman drove me in her car to the hospital. There I explained what was going on, well at least regarding my penis, too embarrassed was I to tell the full truth. A quick operation later and he was finally free again, but the short moment of joy wouldn’t last long. After so many months I saw my own penis again, shriveled and red as a tomato. What followed was almost like a death sentence as the doctor explained to me what was wrong. From the constant pressure and tight spot it was in all the time my tissue was damaged beyond repair and some of it started to die off. To my ‘luck’, as they told me, most of the nerves were still intact and they could reform my penis into a vagina and I could function normal again even though I would need to take hormones from now on. I wasn’t given much time to mourn or think of a solution as time was running short. My own fantasy brought me into this and from the looks of it, a part of it would forever stay with me. I don’t know how I would go back home like this but I would find a way as long as the rest looked like my old self again.
In the days after the operation I fell into a dark mood and was filled with thoughts of ‘just how I could let it come this far’. I should have just stuck to dressing up in my maids uniforms but now it was too late to go back to those innocent days. The nurses taught me everything I needed to know about my new genitalia and not long after I could finally go home. Surprisingly during all this the country club didn’t fire me after I explained them why I was in the hospital. I guess with this social climate they would rather keep me on sick leave than risk any negative publicity, not like I had any intention of ever going back there. The first thing I did after leaving the hospital was to go back to the beauty clinic and undo all of the other stuff and become James Astor again. Or as much as I could.
But what I saw was a complete different waiting room. The girl at the front desk was a complete different one too. “Uhm excuse me, is Doctor Brown here? I need to talk with him, it’s urgent.” I said, hoping they just changed the furniture and design a bit to go with the time.
“Oh no sorry. This is now a beauty spa. We moved in around a month ago after Mr Brown left the states.” I couldn’t believe what I heard. If he wasn’t here who could fix me? Would any other doctor believe my story if I told them?
“W-What do you mean left the states? When is he back?” Still in hope he just moved his clinic to somewhere else but what she told me was much worse. Apparently he did a highly questionable operation, not like mine was any better and it did not go that well. Not only was he sued by that woman and her rich husband, many other disgruntled patients joined in, encouraged by her act. If I wanted to be me again I needed to go to Mexico where he opened up a new clinic. My funds weren’t that high after so many months but I hoped he could at least do the most necessary parts to make me look somewhat like my old self again.
The next day I was about to book a flight ticket when I found out all my cards were blocked. My father must have blocked them after my not so successful call that one night. Despair set in as my whole situation developed a life of its own. All I now had left was whatever was on Hazels bank account and her ID. I could try to talk with my dad, try to prove who I really am if I even manage to go past the guards securing our mansion. But he would just disinherit me, most likely thinking I was a freak and not worthy to carry his name. I was completely stuck in this life I thought was only a fantasy and an adventure to live out my fetish. These large sagging tits, my wrinkled skin, the wide hips and especially that flat area on my crotch would stay with me for the rest of my life.
The following months were pretty rough. With no funds from my old account, a low income and the hospital bill I was struggling to make ends meet. The only support I had in these times was ironically from Abe. After our one time he became way more direct with his intentions and even though I pushed him away early on I didn’t want to lose him. Not that I had any romantic feelings for him but because he was the only person in my new life I could rely on. This became more of a dependency as my financial situation worsened and the advance payment for my apartment ran out. When he offered me to move I with him I knew there was no way around it and I somehow became his girlfriend, with all things attached to it. I didn’t want to land on the streets so I pretended to be the loving girlfriend he expected me to be, buying my time in hope something would happen to get me out of this life. But time went on and I celebrated my 49th birthday with him. Up to this point the female hormones washed away anything that was left of my remaining male features and completed my new image. He used this special day to propose to me, to which I reluctantly agreed. In reality I was just a now 19 year old boy, without money or knowledge of the world. I didn’t know how I would survive out there, so being Abe’s wife wasn’t the worst deal I could have picked. On our honeymoon he finally made me into a real woman and I had sex for the first time with my new vagina and to my surprise it wasn’t as bad as I expected it to be. I’d still prefer to have my own penis back but it was miles more enjoyable than getting it from behind.
Our life fell into a routine not long after and we were just husband and wife. I still had hopes somehow, something would happen to get me out of this. Maybe I would one day wake up and it was all a dream or I was just completely insane and forgot to take my medicine. But this was just nothing more than a hope I never could let go. And like on one of many of those days when Abe was on top of me, thrusting in and out, our hands interlocked I just laid there and looked at the clock at our nightstand, waiting for him to finish so I could stand up and make some breakfast for us. This was just a typical Sunday morning in a life I never thought I would live.
But it was my life now and I had to accept it.
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A story involving the #1 fantasy of every heterosexual male who has ever touched the gournds of the Earth coming to frutition: obtaining boobs on their person.
God, I’ve missed this. This is all that I’ve wanted for so long; a stress-free day, spending time with the people that I don’t hate. No books, no meaningless words, no packets, no slides, no worries. Just being in the front yard, tossin’ the ol’ pigskin around with my pop and lil’ bro. I hate how I just took moments like this for granted. Times like these were always the best.
“Yo, Chad, how many 1’s and 0’s would it take to simulate yourself a girlfriend?” dad jokes, tossing the football to Jason,
“About as many as it would take to shield everyone from the glare of your bald head,” I joke back, earning a laugh from everyone,
“Joke all ya want. I still got your mother, didn’t I? How do you think I got with her?”
“A bad dare and terrible luck with drawing straws?”
“Alright, smartass, that ‘Bad dare and straw drawing’ got ya here.”
“And I’m forever grateful for mom’s friends.”
We share another laugh as Jason passes the ball to me. I toss it to dad and he says,
“Alright, poindexter, let’s see if your reflexes are as quick as your mouth. Go long.”
I do as instructed, running back as he draws back for the throw. Once I’m far enough, he throws his signature “Perfect Spiral” directly towards me. I keep my eyes right on the ball, being sure that my momentum matches it perfectly. Then, unsurprisingly, it lands directly into my perfect hands. And I waste no time. I charge right back at him, aiming for the street lamp right behind him.
Jason then charges at me, stepping in the way between me and my goal. Big mistake, little man. We charge closer and closer and closer to each other, neither of us having a shred of a thought of retreating in mind. Once he’s close enough to me, I side-step past him, continuing my pursuit to the lamp. Easy.
Now comes the real challenge. Not only is that trick not gonna work on dad, something I’ve learned the hard way, but because of his size, barging through him isn’t really a viable option either. Plus, with Jason hot on my tail, even if I were able to at least lock up with him, he’s gonna ensure that that won’t last long. So I’ve only got one option.
I run at dad with everything I’ve got. He gets in his stance, planting his feet to the ground. I narrow my eyes. He pulls up his shorts. I look behind me to see Jason closing the already narrow gap between us. Wait for it...Wait for it...Now!
I toss the ball over dad’s head, taking him off guard as he turns his attention to it. Perfect. I dive, tuck, and roll through his legs, getting past him before catching the ball, hearing the collision between dad and Jason behind me as I merrily skip to the street lamp, claiming my victory.
“YEAH!!!” I celebrate in satirized typical sportsman fashion, spiking the ball on the ground, “YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME!!! NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME!!! I’M THE GREATEST!!! I”M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!! THIS IS WHAT I DO!!! TOO EASY!!! TAKE ME OUT THE GAME, CO-”
My glory is interrupted with a high pitched scream. It sounds like it’s coming from behind me. And it’s getting louder. I turn to see the source of the ear piercing noise, but before I can even get them in my peripheral vision, I feel someone tackle my side, latching onto me as they continue their scream. I laugh in response to the spear, instantly recognizing who the culprit is upon seeing her short black hair.
“What’s up, Courtney?” I say through my laugh, wrapping my arm around her little body,
“Why didn’t you tell me you came back, you big meanie?!” she says, still doing her best to replicate the jaws of life,
“Why did you decide to go swimming today of all days?”
“Because I have friends. Ever hear of ‘em?”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve heard all about you and your friends.”
“That’s not what I meant, you jerk.”
“I’m not hearing any denial.”
She pouts before blushing and turning away from me. She’s so goddamn adorable.
“You’re so mean to me,” she whines,
“Only because I love you,” I reply, kissing her on the forehead,
“Daaaad, Chad’s bullying meeee.”
She jokingly runs over to dad, acting like a bratty toddler. As she does, she unknowingly gives me the perfect view of her taut little ass in her bikini bottoms. That along with the little peep I was able to catch of her tits through her loose top causes me to envision her without her two piece. Fuck, what I’d give to really show her how much I’ve missed her. Probably the only girl I can think of that’ll make me lose my challenge. She’s just too damn cute.
“That sound good to you, Chad?” I hear dad say, snapping me out of my thoughts,
“U-uh-...wha- huh?” I ask, not hearing the question,
“I was just saying that since Jason’s game is in 15 minutes and since you don’t like going, you could just stay here if you want.”
“And I’m staying, too,” Courtney adds on, aiding my choice, “15 minutes is not enough time for me to get ready.”
“U-uh, yeah...Yeah. Sounds good.”
“Alright,” dad says, “Go tell your mother we’re in the car and we’ll see ya in a couple hours. Let’s go, Jason! Let’s give ‘em hell!!!”
“Yeah!” Jason reciprocates, “We’re gonna give ‘em hell!!!”
They continue their rampage of pep as Courtney and I head inside. We both head upstairs, going our separate ways as she heads to the bathroom and I head to mom and dad’s room. I knock on the door before hearing mom say,
“I know. I’ll be down in a moment.”
Well, that takes care of that. I head to my room, shutting the door before going to my bed and collapsing on it. God, I’ve missed this fluffy bed. So soft and comfy. Always got the job done when I had to sleep. I bet it has its other uses, too. Especially if I had my “Friends” here to help me figure out those other uses. My mind wanders as I imagine all the girls I’ve been with in my time in college. Rina, Lana, Dominique, Mandy, Janet, Celeste, now that was a good time, Ginger, India, Lani, Sam, Harmony, Courtney...Courtney?
My mind sets on the image of Courtney and her bikini that did more for the mind than her body. She was practically naked right in front of me. How is it that the sexiest girl I know shares my DNA? How’s that fair? I almost wanna get in that shower and share some of it back with her. Fuck, that’d be so hot. Having her pinned against the chamber, shoving my cock deep inside of her little pussy, that’d really be something.
The thought of taking my own little sister makes me harder with each second I spend on it. Her adorable face, her sexy little moans, her soft little pussy wrapped tightly around me as she desperately begs for more, I can practically see and hear all of that happening. Just thinking about it is making me test the limit of my pants. I take them off along with my boxers to get at least some comfort.
But while the issue of comfort is dealt with, there’s still the issue of having Courtney being all I can think about right now. I just want her to straddle me and ride me like she’s never ridden anyone before. Just having that tight little pussy sliding up and down her big brother’s cock. Up...and down...up...and down. I can practically feel her little pussy right now. Wait a minute.
I look down to see my right hand mimicking the rhythm that I’ve created. Shit. So much for my challenge. That’s two and a half months down the drain. But fuck it. I’ve already gone this far. There’s no turning back now. It’s only fitting that the person who makes me break my streak is the person I wanna fuck the most.
So I continue my actions, sliding my hand up and down my shaft, envisioning Courtney riding it instead. I close my eyes, lightly groaning as I speed up my pace, gripping harder on my cock.
“Yeah,” I groan, “Just like that, Courtney. Ride your big brother’s dick. Say my name.”
“Oh, Chad,” she moans, speeding up her pace,
“Louder, baby.”
“Chad~! Chad~!”
“That’s right, baby. Call out to your big brother.”
“Big brother! Big brother!”
This sends an intense jolt all throughout my body. God, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard her say.
“Say it again,” I groan, feeling myself getting closer and closer, “Say that again for your big brother.”
She giggles before leaning down to my ear, whispering,
“Please fill up my pussy with your cum, big brother.”
This sends me over the edge. I let out a loud groan, shooting ropes of my cum from my dick. As oceans and oceans of built up cum leave my body, my body just goes limp. I don’t even care about the mess. I just feel...so...gooood.
I close my eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth and sensations of all the dopamine and serotonin. But after a few moments of basking in the goodness of the brain chemicals, it just slowly fades. What’s going on? That wasn’t nearly enough time for it to subside. What happened? Wait, this doesn’t even feel like my bed anymore. And am I wrapped in a towel?
I open my eyes, looking around. This-...this isn’t even my room anymore...Why am I in Courtney’s room? How’d I get in Courtney’s room? What the hell? I look down to see myself wrapped in a towel. Where’d this even come from? I was just in my shirt. And why do I feel refreshed instead of relaxed?
I unwrap myself from the towel and open it up. And what I discover before me almost makes me scream. My-...I don-...I’m-...I’m a girl now...YEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! Oh my God, this is the greatest day of my life! I’ve got tits! I’ve got a pussy! I’ve got feminine charms! I’ve got-...Courtney’s...face.
I observe myself in the mirror. There’s no mistaking it. Her hair, her face, her size, it’s all here...I-...I switched bodies with my sister...I must’ve died and gone to actual heaven. There’s no other explanation. This is my own personal heaven. And I absolutely love it.
“No way this is real,” I say, taken aback as I hear Courtney’s voice escape my lips.
I instinctively cover my mouth, lightly squealing from excitement. I’ve finally gotten what I’ve always dreamed of. I’m so happy. Wait, if I’m here, then does that mean-...
I step out of the room and make my way over to...my room? I slowly turn the doorknob and open the door. What I see before me shakes me to my core. Is that...is that me? Did I actually die like this? What kind of pathetic loser am I?
But just as soon as I have that thought, it’s tossed out the window after hearing myself lightly snoring. Well, that can’t be right. I’m still alive? And I’m in Courtney’s body. Perfect. Still gotta deal with the stress of wondering what the hell I got on finals.
Then it hits me. That smell. It’s so pungent. I swear I know it. I survey the room for the source, tracking it near my unconscious body. As I inch closer to myself, I finally remember. It’s...my cum. Oh, God, it’s everywhere. Guess that’s the consequence of depriving myself for so long and choosing to do it in bed with no type of protective measures whatsoever.
Something’s a bit different about it, though. The smell...It smells so...good. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed the smell of my own essence before. Well, on second thought, I am a girl. So by default, everything about me is amazing. Even my cum. So by that logic...What if I just so happened to...taste it? I mean, what kind of little sister would I be if I just left my big brother with all this mess to clean all by himself?
So, in the spirit of being a good little sister, I climb onto the bed, crawling up to my seemingly lifeless body, taking in more of the smell of my fluids. With each moment that passes, my want for it grows that much more. I want it so fucking bad.
And I go for it. I lean in closer to my exposed, divine, cum coated lower half, sticking out my tongue as I prepare for the taste of a lifetime. Soon enough, I make direct contact with my own shaft, immediately sending the interesting flavors to my brain. Holy hell, that is the greatest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I drag my tongue along my dick, cleaning my sperm from it. It’s so tasty. No wonder girls are so obsessed with it. And I swear that with every lick, it feels like I’m actually having her lick me. And I want more of it.
As I continue my licks, I feel my cock twitching and getting harder and harder with each lick. Ooo. Looks like good ol’ little sister has another job to do. Well, if no one else is gonna do it, it might as well be me.
I bring a hand to my shaft, immediately trying to adjust to the difference between using Courtney’s hand and my own. Hers are so much smaller and warmer. Also, the mutual feeling of me and my body is more apparent now. It feels infinitely better than any time I’ve done it. And no other girl even compares to hers.
After enjoying the feeling for a bit, I start sliding my hand up and down my shaft. Fuck, that feels incredible. I can’t believe it. I’ve actually got my little sister on my dick. And it feels otherworldly. I just wish I could see the look on her face as I thrust it inside of her tight little throat.
I wrap my lips around the head of my dick, gently sucking on it as I slightly speed up the pace of my strokes. I then maneuver my free hand to the lower half of my body, spreading my legs and bringing a finger to my little pussy. Another dream of mine realized. I drag my finger along my slit, feeling my own wetness as I continue working my own shaft.
This is pure bliss. Every sensation is doubled for me. This is beyond anything that I’ve ever experienced before. I never want this to end.
I decide to elevate the pleasure by taking more of my cock inside of my mouth, slowly descending as I keep my hand wrapped around the remaining portion of my shaft. Once I make it about halfway down, I start bobbing my head up and down my length, moaning as I continue rubbing my delicate little pussy. I’m getting so turned on right now. With the feeling of Courtney’s tight, dripping, little pussy, her lips wrapped around my cock as I poke the back of her tight throat, her little moans, and the fact that she probably has no idea that any of this is going on, all of it is driving me insane. I’m living out all of my fantasies and not a single soul has to know.
I speed up my bobbing, rubbing, and stroking, garnering more moans from myself as my want for more increases with each action. Then the ever-growing curiosity seeps in. How good would it feel to have both organs being stimulated? Would one feel better than the other? If so, which one? Would I be able to tell the difference? Would I even care? Chances are the last question is the most important and the answer might be no, but I just gotta know now. The curiosity of it all is eating me alive.
After a few more moments of sucking and rubbing, I slow down my movements on both actions before popping myself out of my mouth. I then straddle myself, leaning back on my hands as I grind my pussy on my cock. I try figuring out which part of me feels better, but as I continue my self-teasing, I find myself leaning towards not caring. It feels too fucking good to focus. And it’s not even inside me yet.
I lean down on my chest, feeling the firmness of my own chest. It’s so comfy. I then lift my hips, positioning my entrance above my awaiting dick below me. Ok, moment of truth. I lower my hips, using the slickness of my saliva and wetness from my pussy as lube. After a few attempts to slide it inside, I finally manage to push the tip in. Once it’s inside, I start pushing it deeper inside of myself. But as I lower myself on my cock, a sudden pain jolts throughout my whole body, making me stop my advances.
Is-...is she really a...virgin? Am I really gonna take my little sister’s virginity? Holy shit, I’m actually the luckiest being to ever exist. This day couldn’t possibly get better.
I take a moment to adjust to my size, wrapping my arms around my neck. Once the pain subsides, I start steadily lowering myself even more down my cock, eventually reaching the base. Once I fit all of myself inside, I start waving my hips back and forth, moaning as I reach deeper and deeper.
And just like that, my adorable little sister is no longer a virgin. Her pussy is now mine. She’s now mine. Mine to do whatever I want with. And she doesn’t have a clue what’s happening. It’s the perfect crime.
Once I’ve adjusted to my size, I start rising and lowering myself up and down my length, sliding my wet, little, previously virgin pussy up and down my long, hard, delicious cock. I moan in response to the combined sensations, answering the burning question. Turns out I was right. I can’t tell which one feels better. And frankly, I don’t give a single damn. It feels so fucking goood. Faster. I need to go faster.
I speed up my pace, moaning louder as I ride my own dick with my little sister’s pussy. And I love it. I love it so fucking much. I love the sound of her moans. I love how tight she feels. I love how big I feel. I’m so fucking full. This is without question the best sex I’ve ever had. Thank God for little sisters. I then get an idea on how to do the impossible and make this that much better than it already is. I pull myself into my ear, whispering,
“Yeah. You like that, don’t you, pervert? You like the feeling of your little sister’s wet little pussy? Oh, God, you’re so naughty. Such a naughty, naughty big brother, getting hard from his sister pleasuring him. Who knew that the most amazing, sexiest, coolest, bestest big brother would be so lewd? Well, show me, big brother. Show your little sister how lewd you really are.”
I pick up my pace even more, moaning louder as I tighten my grip on my neck. I then look at my own unconscious face, admiring how perfectly flawless it is. Just looking at it makes me just wanna...wanna...Oh, I need to. I pull myself in for a deep kiss, speeding up my pace as fast as I possibly can. I love this so damn perfect. I can feel how soft her lips are. I can taste them. I love her so goddamn much.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm approaching on both ends. Not wanting to get too risky, I bring a hand to my pussy, rubbing it as fast as I can before moaning out,
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! Watch me cum for you, big brother! Watch me! Watch me cum all over your perfect cock! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I let out one last loud moan before tilting my head back, letting it all out. My body spasms as I release my cum all over my shaft, burying myself in my chest as I ride out my orgasm. After a few moments of the greatest mix of feelings a human could have, I bring my hips to a complete stop, catching my breath.
Before I can completely collect my bearings and fully digest what just happened, I feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier. And before I know it, I’m asleep. But just as soon as it happened, I instantly wake up, opening my eyes and catching my lost breath. I then look around the room, wiping my eyes as the memories of my dream start flooding back in my mind. Wow, that was nice.
Not long after scanning the room, I feel something on my chest. I look down to see Courtney lying on me, sleeping soundly. Wait, wait, wait...that was real? None of that was my subconscious? That was actually reality? Oh, shit. Oh, God. Oh my God! I just fucked my sister. Oh, God, I just fucked my sister. Will she remember what happened? Will she even know? I guess only time will tell. But in the meantime, if she doesn’t remember, it probably wouldn’t be good if she woke up like this.
So I discreetly wrap my arms around her naked unconscious body before lifting her up and carrying her out of my room. As I make my way to hers, I feel her arms and legs tighten around me as she lightly moans. That’s when I realize that I’m still inside of her, still pent up from not releasing. And she’s still out cold. Perfect for repaying older brother for everything he’s done.
After stepping inside of her room, I lay her down on her bed as carefully as possible. Once she settles on her bed, I bring my hands on either side of her, pushing her leg apart with my knee, giving me better access. I then start slowly thrusting in and out of her little pussy, trying not to make too much noise or movements.
Courtney starts lightly moaning from my actions as I continue my steady thrusts. It’s almost unbelievable how damn cute she is. Everything she does is just making this so much better.
For better balance, I bring my right hand to her dd-cup chest, gently kneading it as I steadily pick up my pace. She arches her back, most likely stretching. Now, normally, I’d stop in my tracks at the slightest movement she made. But I’m gradually starting to not care. I think I’m starting to catch on to what’s happening here. And if I’m right, I don’t think it’ll matter if she wakes up or not. Especially since I’m so close right now.
After moments of savoring the feeling of Courtney’s soft lower lips wrapped around me, I feel myself getting closer to my limit. So I pull out of her and make my way to her face, pointing my dick right at it and jerking myself. Yeah, just lay there while your big brother paints your face. I’m gonna mark you as mine. All mine.
Moments pass of me stroking my cock before I let out a loud groan and shoot rope after rope of my sperm on my little sister’s face, getting it on her eyelids, cheeks, and lips. After finishing, I take a seat on a nearby chair, admiring the scene that I created. I’m also a bit shocked that that much came out. I mean, it’s not as much as before, but still a lot. Still paying the price I guess.
But before I can dwell on it further, my eyes get heavy again. And before I know it, I’m knocked out. Then, almost like clockwork, I wake up, lying on the bed, feeling a weird, sticky, alluring substance on my face. I swallow some that’s in my mouth before scooping some off of my face and licking it off my hand. Just what I thought.
The next day approaches and I head over to Roman’s house. I have to tell him about this. It would be a sin not to. Not only because not telling anyone about this would probably make me explode, but I’m pretty sure that we agreed that if anything like this happened to either of us, the first thing we’d do would be to tell each other. Now, while it was most definitely an elementary school pact and it’s most definitely been broken seeing that it’s not the first thing I did, I guess I'm still obligated to go through with telling him about it. He’s like my other brother who won’t judge me if I tell him everything about my new...Power? Blessing? Miracle? Whatever the hell this is. It’s sure as hell not a curse. There’s legitimately no downside to this.
I pull up in Roman’s driveway, parking my car before stepping out and heading over to his door. I kock on the door, using the super awesome knock that we created. But not even halfway through the knock, the door jerks open, revealing Katelyn, rubbing her head in annoyance. Oh, goody.
“What the fuck is your problem?” she says in a groggy tone,
“Well, excuse me for being chipper on this fine morning,” I retort,
“Oh, spare me. You just wanted to be an annoying shitsack. You do realize people have things to do? Nobody wants to hear your dumbass knocking this early.”
“It’s 11:36, you clearly just woke up, and you’re in short shorts and a tank top. Who are you fooling?”
“Ugh. You’re such a pain. Can’t wait until school starts again for you so that you’re out of my hair.”
“Oh, you mean you can’t wait until Roman and I go back to school, while you’re stuck trying to find somewhere else to live?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Before I can say anything else, she slams the door right in my face before stomping off. Unbeknownst to the dumb broad, she forgot to lock the door. So I politely let myself in, closing the door before making my way upstairs to Roman’s room. Once I’m right by his door, I hear something all too familiar. Something that anyone living with a guy past his teens would instantly recognize. The sweet wholesome sound of a woman walking on hot coal, while playing paddleball.
Deciding to be the most considerate best friend ever, I remove my ear from the door, step away, and then turn the doorknob, pushing the door open, calmly saying,
“JESUS IS WATCHING YOU!!!”
He shrieks before tossing his phone from his lap all the way across the room and covering himself with his blanket. I laugh hysterically from his reaction, hearing him groan in agitation. He makes himself presentable before retrieving his phone.
“Oh, thanks, dickhead,” he pouts, “I’ve always wanted a crack in my screen.”
I calm down from my laughing fit before saying,
“Hey, no one told you to Tom Brady your phone. You made that decision all by your lonesome.”
“Don’t blame my reflexes on me. I’m still getting used to having my own place.”
“With your bitchy older sister, might I add?”
“Hey, she might be a bitch, but that’s just surface level. You haven’t gotten to know her like I have. Deep down, she’s a sweet, loving, caring, selfless-”
“Sexy bimbo who’s willing to do any and everything and film it and sucks at hiding the files, giving access to her scummy brother who spanks it to her.”
“...I mean, when you say it like that, it sounds perverted.”
“You mind telling me how you’d put it?”
“...What do you want, Chad?”
I chuckle before shutting the door and walking to the other side of the room to ensure that I’m not heard, barely able to contain my excitement.
“Ok,” I start in a whisper, “I want you to listen to me and listen carefully without judging me.”
“I will make no such promises,” he replies,
“Whatever. I don’t care. Cause I’m gonna tell you something, then I’m gonna prove it.”
“Alright, just tell me what it is already. You’re starting to scare me. Do you have a rare bowel infection or something?”
“Nope. Gross, but nope. I just so happened to come across the greatest superpower of all time.”
“Burping your ABC’s?”
“What? No.”
“Jogging backwards upstairs?”
“No.”
“Pronouncing wichchcher sauce?”
“I’m just gonna tell you.”
“That would save some time. Thank you.”
“Ok, to keep it brief...I can switch bodies.”
His look of anticipation switches into a look of discontempt.
“See? Right now you don’t believe me,” I say,
“Yeah, that’s a pretty weird way to advertise Michael’s weed,” he says,
“What?”
“I get it. It was good weed. Should’ve taken your word for it. Now I’m stuck without it. Just let me have some already since you’re just gonna be a douche about it.”
"Ok, first of all, that’s not even true. His weed sucked ass. And our friendship means too much for me to have you go anywhere NEAR that garbage. And secondly, I can actually prove it.”
“Well, thank you for your consideration. Maybe this’ll teach you to trust my intuition next time. And just for that, I’ll bite. Go ahead. Show me. Float about to another vessel. You have my attention.”
“Oh-...uh...see, um...here’s the thing-”
“Oh, what’s wrong? I’m waiting. Go ahead and ‘swap bodies’.”
Ok, he’s lucky we’re friends. Otherwise, I’d have just dropped my pants and did it right in front of him and made him suck my unconscious dick for being such a douche. But I’m a good friend, so I won’t do that.
“Alright, look,” I start, “The way it works is a bit-...in a word, unorthodox. So I’m gonna go to the bathroom for a bit.”
“Sure,” he says, sarcastically, “Do what you need to do, ya poltergeist.”
This is gonna be so satisfying. I step inside of his bathroom and shut the door, tearing some tissues away from the roll and sliding my pants and briefs to my knees. I then take a breath, shutting my eyes and letting my mind wander.
I soon start remembering that time Katelyn pissed Jason off and he threw countless water balloons at her, drenching her already tight white shirt. The image of her see-through state resurfaces in my mind, turning me on as I envision the distinct sight of her perfect D-cup tits. I bring my hand to my shaft, wrapping my fingers around it and gently stroking it up and down with the alluring picture displaying so vivid in my head.
My mind then starts envisioning my hand being her mouth sliding up and down the length of my cock as she looks up at me. Fuck, the thought of that dumb broad being my little bitch is really turning me on. Just sitting there while I fuck her slutty little throat, looking me in the eyes, helpless to do anything.
I speed up my pace, letting out light groans as I imagine the scenario. Eventually, I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm. I squeeze myself harder and stroke faster, simulating it as Katelyn sucking harder and faster. I stroke myself for a few more moments before letting out one final groan, releasing my sperm into the tissues that I set aside. After collecting my essence with the tissues and cleaning up the results, I toss away the tissues and pull up my pants, stepping out of the bathroom.
“Ok,” I say with haste in my tone as I feel myself losing feeling in my body, “I’m gonna pass out and in a few minutes, I’m gonna be...at...your-...”
Too late. I collapse on his bed, losing consciousness. Then, I wake up in another bed with a bag of Ruffles between my legs and a PS4 controller in my hands. I look at the screen in front of me, looking at the horrible entity known as The Last Of Us 2. Of course she would be the type to play this garbage.
I close the game, doing her poor, poor console a favor and deleting the absolute monstrosity that it was unfairly being forced to run and stand up from the bed, walking up to a mirror. Sure enough, I am now in possession of Katelyn the Joyful bitch. Time to make Roman eat his words.
I step out of the room and walk over to Roman’s, slightly lowering the neck of my shirt, exposing my chest even more. I then do the same to my shorts, sliding them just above my crotch. After making my adjustments, I turn the doorknob and walk right into his room, once again surprising him.
“Oh, it’s just you,” he replies, “What do you want? And why can’t you ever knock?”
“Oh, gee, little bro,” I say, bringing a finger to my lips and swaying my hips, feigning innocence, “You’re right. That’s not a good thing for me to do, is it? I’m sorry. You wanna punish me for being so inconsiderate?”
His jaw just drops. He’s utterly speechless. He doesn’t even know what to think. He’s just sitting there, staring at me. Just like I thought he would be. Serves you right, you bastard.
“Wh-what’s going on with you?” he says, ogling at my body and the alterations I’ve made with my clothes,
I giggle before standing in front of him, saying in a ditsy tone,
“I’ve just been thinking about the way I’ve been treating you and your super awesome, intimidatingly smart, funny, cool, and outlandishly handsome friend, Chad all this time. I’m such a stupid fucking bitch who just mooches off of you. Surely, you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being so dumb. Ooor~”
I bring my hands to his shoulders, flipping my hair as I straddle his lap, continuing with a sultry tone,
“Maybe you can come up with a way for me to repay you for all of it.”
He stutters, tripping over his words, making me giggle. I then feel something growing in between us. I giggle before slowly grinding my hips on his clothed growing shaft.
“Ooo,” I start as I feel him pressing against me, “Looks like you have an idea as to how I’m supposed to apologize. You want me to show you how sorry I am, little brother?”
He, again, tries uttering something, but shock and my intimidation are preventing anything from coming out. So, using my context clues, I deduce that he’s trying to say “Yes”. Now, being the caring big sister I am, I decide to accommodate his subliminal demands. I chuckle before planting a kiss on his nose and maneuvering on the floor in front of him. I then bring a hand to his covered dick, gently rubbing it.
“Mmm,” I moan, looking him in the eyes, “So hard for me already. Does big sister’s apology excite you that much? Hmm?”
I grab the hem of his shorts, slowly pulling them down, freeing his cock from its restraints.
“Wow,” I say with a giggle as I grab onto it and slowly stroke it, “Such a big boy. You’re my big little bro, aren’t you? And you’ve just been keeping this away from me this entire time? You meanie. But I guess it’s only fair. Up until now, I haven’t really been deserving of it, have I? Well, what about now? Do I deserve your long, hard, warm little brother cock now?”
I lightly tighten my grip on him, earning a light moan as he closes his eyes. I giggle at his reaction before saying,
“Ooo, you like that, don’t you? You like how big sis is stroking your dick? Am I making you feel good? You’re such a pervert."
All he can do is moan from my actions. I giggle at the faces he’s making as I continue my slow strokes, lightly breathing on the tip of his dick as pre-cum starts leaking out of it. After moments of my slow and steady strokes, I lean forward, sticking my tongue out and licking up his pre-cum. It’s surprisingly really good. Please let this be because I’m in a girl’s body.
I then wrap my lips around his head, lightly sucking on the head of his dick as I continue jerking it. He moans even more from my advances, encouraging me to keep going. I start bobbing my head up and down, taking more and more of him in my mouth with each descent. I look him in the eyes as I suck him off and he’s in absolute bliss. Gotcha, you bastard.
Minutes pass of me sucking him off and while this is fun, it could be better. And I know just how to make it better. I bring both of my hands to his wrists, bringing his hands to my hair and forcing my head to the base of his cock. Getting my subliminal hint, he entangles his fingers in my hair, moving my head up and down his length as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.
Fuck, this feels so good. I love how it’s just poking the back of my throat. And his moans are just making this sweeter along with the fact that his thrusts are getting rougher and faster. I knew he was a huge pervert for her, but I never would’ve known it was this bad.
But this isn’t enough for him. He wants more. He pulls me off of him by my hair, looking at me with lust in his eyes as I take in new air in my lungs. He then pushes me on the floor. Right as I land on my back, he spreads my legs apart, sticking his finger in the right leg of my shorts through the other. He then pushes them to the side, exposing my wet little pussy to him.
“Oh, wow,” I start, “Well, someone’s impatient. You really are a disgusting perv for me, hu- aaaagn~”
He interrupts me by sliding himself inside of me. He then wraps his hand around my throat, slowly thrusting in and out of me, saying in a low demanding tone,
“Shut up. I’ve waited so fucking long for this momoent. Your body is finally mine, you fucking cock tease. Now, shut your whore mouth and take it.”
He speeds up his thrusts, tightening his grip on my neck. I, in turn, give him what he wants and keep my mouth shut, moaning as he ravages me. He’s being so rough with me and I love it. If he keeps this up, Katelyn’s gonna be feeling it for weeks...Hm. Now, that’s an idea. I give him a smug smirk, saying,
“Is that all you got, you little twerp?”
“What did I say?” he replies assertively,
“What, you expect me to listen to anything you have to say with you fingering me like this? I thought you wanted to fuck me, little bro.”
He pulls out of me, turning me over to my stomach and pulling my shorts down my legs. My legs are then forced apart as I hear him say in a harsh tone,
"Say that again."
I snicker before saying,
"I said I thou-"
I'm interrupted with the sound of a smack echoing throughout the room with a harsh sting radiating from my ass. I moan in response to his slap, pleased that my plan's working.
"Let me make this clear to you," he says, rubbing my ass, "Right now, you're my bitch. So you don't say a fucking thing unless I tell you to."
"Ooo, such a big man," I patronize, "It's gonna take mo-"
He gives me another smack, stopping me in my tracks.
"Keep it up," he warns, "The more you disobey, the worse this will be."
"Oh, I'm so sca-"
Smack.
"You think I'm just go-"
Smack.
"If that's the hardest you can hit, the-"
Smack. Smack. Smack.
He starts spanking me so much, I'm losing count. Not to mention his hits are getting harder and harder. I can't lie, it's starting to really hurt. And that's exactly what I want. After a few more moments of relentless licks, he finally stops. My butt is no doubt a deep shade of red at this point. It hurts like hell. But it's not gonna be my problem for long.
"You got anything else to say?" he asks, rubbing my sore ass.
To give the illusion that I've been tamed, I start to say something else, but stop mid word.
"That's what I thought. Now, you're gonna be an obedient little slut for your brother, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," I comply,
"Good girl. Now, lift up that little ass for your brother."
"Yes, sir."
I do as instructed, lifting my hips and presenting my ass to him. I feel him rubbing it before positioning himself to the entrance of my pussy, exciting me. After teasing me for a bit, he finally pushes himself back in, grabbing my hips and thrusting in and out of me. I moan in response to his thrusts, bending over further so he'll reach deeper inside of me.
He tightens his grip on my hips, thrusting harder and reaching deeper. It feels so good. I never want this to stop. He's hitting just the perfect spot. It's driving me crazy.
I then feel his hand grab onto my hair, yanking on it as he picks up his pace. I moan louder from his increasing roughness with me. He then wraps his hand in my hair, saying,
"Say my name. Say my fucking name."
"R-Roman," I moan out, following his demand.
He slaps my ass, making me gasp.
"Louder," he says sternly,
"Roman!" I yell,
"Yeah, that's right. Call out to your little brother like the dumb little cock hungry slut you are."
He gives me another slap on the ass and pulls my hair, prompting me to yell his name even louder. Everything is so overwhelming right now: his spanks, his pulling of my hair, his thrusts, his demanding voice, the sound of Katelyn being so submissive, it's all just perfect. They're doing things to me that I never thought possible.
I start feeling myself nearing my limit with each thrust. Something tells me this is gonna be one of the greatest orgasms I'll ever experience. And judging from Roman's increased thrusts and growing moans, it's safe to assume that he's not too far behind. He then takes me completely off guard and slides his thumb inside of my ass, sliding it in and out of my anus, matching his thrusts. This sends immeasurable pleasure all throughout my body. It's like he knows just the right buttons to press for her. What a thoughtful little brother.
"R-Roman," I call out, "I-...I'm gonna cum. Please make me cum. I wanna coat that delicious cock with my fluids. Please let me. I'll let you cum inside me if you do. That's right. I'll let you fill up my little pussy with your warm, sticky, tasty cum. You get to claim me as yours. No one else's. Do it, little brother. Shoot your load deep inside of me. Claim me. Breed me."
Within a few minutes, he accepts my offer, thrusting deep inside of me and letting out a loud moan before shooting his essence inside of my awaiting pussy. I, in turn, coat his cock with my essence, moaning along with him. He thrusts a little more, ensuring that I get every little drop as we ride out our orgasms.
He then slides out of me as I lie on the floor, catching my breath. I then feel my consciousness slipping away from me as he starts rubbing my back.
"I love you so much," he says in between breaths.
I just snicker at his comment before giving in to unconsciousness. And right as I do, I wake up on his bed, hearing his exhausted breaths as I sit up.
"Well, congratulations," I say, startling him again, "You're now gay."
"CHAD?!" he exclaims, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Isn't it obvious? What, you really think that she would have a change of heart that quickly? Don't tell me I made you delude yourself that much."
"Wh-what?! N-no. No."
"Yes. It was me, Barry. I swapped bodies with your sister and made you fuck her. All to prove you wrong. Don't you ever doubt me again, dickhead."
"This doesn't even make any sense! This can't be real. How di- I mean, when di- what the hell?!"
"Don't know, and frankly, I couldn't care less. I just found out last night. Courtney was the first to experience my power. In more ways than one if ya know what I mean."
"That's insane. I guess you weren't lying when you said you got the best superpower ever."
"Roman, it's me. Do I ever lie?"
He gives me an unamused look.
"Always focusing on the past," I say, folding my arms,
"Whatever," he replies, "So...how does it work? What do you do?"
"Basically, whenever I wanna change into someone else, I just need to think about them really hard and cum. Then I go to sleep a few seconds after and poof: new body."
"Sick. Hey, wait a minute, where do you get off calling me scummy for beating it to Katelyn, when you fucked yourself with Courtney's body?"
"What is it with you and focusing on the past all the time?"
He punches my arm as we share a laugh. He then stands up, pulling his pants up and looking down at Katelyn.
"So is she gonna-...like...remember any of this?" he asks,
"She shouldn't," I answer, "I spent most of last night having fun with Courtney and when I saw her this morning, she was just as clingy to me as when I got back. No mention of something weird happening, nothing about her body feeling weird, none of that."
"Uh huh. Interesting. So you've got a power that allows you to jump into someone else's body, you do whatever you want, you jump back to yours, and you just get to live without consequences like it never even happened?"
"That's the gist of it, yeah."
And just as I suspected, he gets a sinister look on his face. This is why I wanted to tell him and him alone. Great minds think alike.
"So do you have to personally know the person or just know what they look like?" he asks, grabbing his phone and unlocking it,
"Haven't really tested that far, but I guess now's a greater time to do so than ever," I reply,
"I'll take it. Cause I don't know if you remember who this is, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be opposed to testing your ability out on her."
He shows me his phone screen, revealing a girl sitting at a lunch table, laughing with a group of people. Wait a minute, blonde hair, ripped jeans, ugly shirt, green eyes, that's Linda. She made Courtney's freshman year a living hell with all those rumors she spread. That fucking bitch.
"Does that face mean that you recognize this lovely lady?" Roman questions,
"I've seen her around a bit," I answer, "She's not bad looking. Not bad looking at all."
"Wanna pay her a little visit? According to her, she likes taking afternoon walks around Garrison Park."
"Sounds like a plan. It's always nice to catch up with old friends."
God, I’ve missed this. This is all that I’ve wanted for so long; a stress-free day, spending time with the people that I don’t hate. No books, no meaningless words, no packets, no slides, no worries. Just being in the front yard, tossin’ the ol’ pigskin around with my pop and lil’ bro. I hate how I just took moments like this for granted. Times like these were always the best.
“Yo, Chad, how many 1’s and 0’s would it take to simulate yourself a girlfriend?” dad jokes, tossing the football to Jason,
“About as many as it would take to shield everyone from the glare of your bald head,” I joke back, earning a laugh from everyone,
“Joke all ya want. I still got your mother, didn’t I? How do you think I got with her?”
“A bad dare and terrible luck with drawing straws?”
“Alright, smartass, that ‘Bad dare and straw drawing’ got ya here.”
“And I’m forever grateful for mom’s friends.”
We share another laugh as Jason passes the ball to me. I toss it to dad and he says,
“Alright, poindexter, let’s see if your reflexes are as quick as your mouth. Go long.”
I do as instructed, running back as he draws back for the throw. Once I’m far enough, he throws his signature “Perfect Spiral” directly towards me. I keep my eyes right on the ball, being sure that my momentum matches it perfectly. Then, unsurprisingly, it lands directly into my perfect hands. And I waste no time. I charge right back at him, aiming for the street lamp right behind him.
Jason then charges at me, stepping in the way between me and my goal. Big mistake, little man. We charge closer and closer and closer to each other, neither of us having a shred of a thought of retreating in mind. Once he’s close enough to me, I side-step past him, continuing my pursuit to the lamp. Easy.
Now comes the real challenge. Not only is that trick not gonna work on dad, something I’ve learned the hard way, but because of his size, barging through him isn’t really a viable option either. Plus, with Jason hot on my tail, even if I were able to at least lock up with him, he’s gonna ensure that that won’t last long. So I’ve only got one option.
I run at dad with everything I’ve got. He gets in his stance, planting his feet to the ground. I narrow my eyes. He pulls up his shorts. I look behind me to see Jason closing the already narrow gap between us. Wait for it...Wait for it...Now!
I toss the ball over dad’s head, taking him off guard as he turns his attention to it. Perfect. I dive, tuck, and roll through his legs, getting past him before catching the ball, hearing the collision between dad and Jason behind me as I merrily skip to the street lamp, claiming my victory.
“YEAH!!!” I celebrate in satirized typical sportsman fashion, spiking the ball on the ground, “YOU CAN’T TOUCH ME!!! NO ONE CAN TOUCH ME!!! I’M THE GREATEST!!! I”M ON TOP OF THE WORLD!!! THIS IS WHAT I DO!!! TOO EASY!!! TAKE ME OUT THE GAME, CO-”
My glory is interrupted with a high pitched scream. It sounds like it’s coming from behind me. And it’s getting louder. I turn to see the source of the ear piercing noise, but before I can even get them in my peripheral vision, I feel someone tackle my side, latching onto me as they continue their scream. I laugh in response to the spear, instantly recognizing who the culprit is upon seeing her short black hair.
“What’s up, Courtney?” I say through my laugh, wrapping my arm around her little body,
“Why didn’t you tell me you came back, you big meanie?!” she says, still doing her best to replicate the jaws of life,
“Why did you decide to go swimming today of all days?”
“Because I have friends. Ever hear of ‘em?”
“Oh, trust me, I’ve heard all about you and your friends.”
“That’s not what I meant, you jerk.”
“I’m not hearing any denial.”
She pouts before blushing and turning away from me. She’s so goddamn adorable.
“You’re so mean to me,” she whines,
“Only because I love you,” I reply, kissing her on the forehead,
“Daaaad, Chad’s bullying meeee.”
She jokingly runs over to dad, acting like a bratty toddler. As she does, she unknowingly gives me the perfect view of her taut little ass in her bikini bottoms. That along with the little peep I was able to catch of her tits through her loose top causes me to envision her without her two piece. Fuck, what I’d give to really show her how much I’ve missed her. Probably the only girl I can think of that’ll make me lose my challenge. She’s just too damn cute.
“That sound good to you, Chad?” I hear dad say, snapping me out of my thoughts,
“U-uh-...wha- huh?” I ask, not hearing the question,
“I was just saying that since Jason’s game is in 15 minutes and since you don’t like going, you could just stay here if you want.”
“And I’m staying, too,” Courtney adds on, aiding my choice, “15 minutes is not enough time for me to get ready.”
“U-uh, yeah...Yeah. Sounds good.”
“Alright,” dad says, “Go tell your mother we’re in the car and we’ll see ya in a couple hours. Let’s go, Jason! Let’s give ‘em hell!!!”
“Yeah!” Jason reciprocates, “We’re gonna give ‘em hell!!!”
They continue their rampage of pep as Courtney and I head inside. We both head upstairs, going our separate ways as she heads to the bathroom and I head to mom and dad’s room. I knock on the door before hearing mom say,
“I know. I’ll be down in a moment.”
Well, that takes care of that. I head to my room, shutting the door before going to my bed and collapsing on it. God, I’ve missed this fluffy bed. So soft and comfy. Always got the job done when I had to sleep. I bet it has its other uses, too. Especially if I had my “Friends” here to help me figure out those other uses. My mind wanders as I imagine all the girls I’ve been with in my time in college. Rina, Lana, Dominique, Mandy, Janet, Celeste, now that was a good time, Ginger, India, Lani, Sam, Harmony, Courtney...Courtney?
My mind sets on the image of Courtney and her bikini that did more for the mind than her body. She was practically naked right in front of me. How is it that the sexiest girl I know shares my DNA? How’s that fair? I almost wanna get in that shower and share some of it back with her. Fuck, that’d be so hot. Having her pinned against the chamber, shoving my cock deep inside of her little pussy, that’d really be something.
The thought of taking my own little sister makes me harder with each second I spend on it. Her adorable face, her sexy little moans, her soft little pussy wrapped tightly around me as she desperately begs for more, I can practically see and hear all of that happening. Just thinking about it is making me test the limit of my pants. I take them off along with my boxers to get at least some comfort.
But while the issue of comfort is dealt with, there’s still the issue of having Courtney being all I can think about right now. I just want her to straddle me and ride me like she’s never ridden anyone before. Just having that tight little pussy sliding up and down her big brother’s cock. Up...and down...up...and down. I can practically feel her little pussy right now. Wait a minute.
I look down to see my right hand mimicking the rhythm that I’ve created. Shit. So much for my challenge. That’s two and a half months down the drain. But fuck it. I’ve already gone this far. There’s no turning back now. It’s only fitting that the person who makes me break my streak is the person I wanna fuck the most.
So I continue my actions, sliding my hand up and down my shaft, envisioning Courtney riding it instead. I close my eyes, lightly groaning as I speed up my pace, gripping harder on my cock.
“Yeah,” I groan, “Just like that, Courtney. Ride your big brother’s dick. Say my name.”
“Oh, Chad,” she moans, speeding up her pace,
“Louder, baby.”
“Chad~! Chad~!”
“That’s right, baby. Call out to your big brother.”
“Big brother! Big brother!”
This sends an intense jolt all throughout my body. God, that’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard her say.
“Say it again,” I groan, feeling myself getting closer and closer, “Say that again for your big brother.”
She giggles before leaning down to my ear, whispering,
“Please fill up my pussy with your cum, big brother.”
This sends me over the edge. I let out a loud groan, shooting ropes of my cum from my dick. As oceans and oceans of built up cum leave my body, my body just goes limp. I don’t even care about the mess. I just feel...so...gooood.
I close my eyes for a moment, taking in the warmth and sensations of all the dopamine and serotonin. But after a few moments of basking in the goodness of the brain chemicals, it just slowly fades. What’s going on? That wasn’t nearly enough time for it to subside. What happened? Wait, this doesn’t even feel like my bed anymore. And am I wrapped in a towel?
I open my eyes, looking around. This-...this isn’t even my room anymore...Why am I in Courtney’s room? How’d I get in Courtney’s room? What the hell? I look down to see myself wrapped in a towel. Where’d this even come from? I was just in my shirt. And why do I feel refreshed instead of relaxed?
I unwrap myself from the towel and open it up. And what I discover before me almost makes me scream. My-...I don-...I’m-...I’m a girl now...YEEEEEEEEEEES!!!! Oh my God, this is the greatest day of my life! I’ve got tits! I’ve got a pussy! I’ve got feminine charms! I’ve got-...Courtney’s...face.
I observe myself in the mirror. There’s no mistaking it. Her hair, her face, her size, it’s all here...I-...I switched bodies with my sister...I must’ve died and gone to actual heaven. There’s no other explanation. This is my own personal heaven. And I absolutely love it.
“No way this is real,” I say, taken aback as I hear Courtney’s voice escape my lips.
I instinctively cover my mouth, lightly squealing from excitement. I’ve finally gotten what I’ve always dreamed of. I’m so happy. Wait, if I’m here, then does that mean-...
I step out of the room and make my way over to...my room? I slowly turn the doorknob and open the door. What I see before me shakes me to my core. Is that...is that me? Did I actually die like this? What kind of pathetic loser am I?
But just as soon as I have that thought, it’s tossed out the window after hearing myself lightly snoring. Well, that can’t be right. I’m still alive? And I’m in Courtney’s body. Perfect. Still gotta deal with the stress of wondering what the hell I got on finals.
Then it hits me. That smell. It’s so pungent. I swear I know it. I survey the room for the source, tracking it near my unconscious body. As I inch closer to myself, I finally remember. It’s...my cum. Oh, God, it’s everywhere. Guess that’s the consequence of depriving myself for so long and choosing to do it in bed with no type of protective measures whatsoever.
Something’s a bit different about it, though. The smell...It smells so...good. I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed the smell of my own essence before. Well, on second thought, I am a girl. So by default, everything about me is amazing. Even my cum. So by that logic...What if I just so happened to...taste it? I mean, what kind of little sister would I be if I just left my big brother with all this mess to clean all by himself?
So, in the spirit of being a good little sister, I climb onto the bed, crawling up to my seemingly lifeless body, taking in more of the smell of my fluids. With each moment that passes, my want for it grows that much more. I want it so fucking bad.
And I go for it. I lean in closer to my exposed, divine, cum coated lower half, sticking out my tongue as I prepare for the taste of a lifetime. Soon enough, I make direct contact with my own shaft, immediately sending the interesting flavors to my brain. Holy hell, that is the greatest thing I’ve ever tasted.
I drag my tongue along my dick, cleaning my sperm from it. It’s so tasty. No wonder girls are so obsessed with it. And I swear that with every lick, it feels like I’m actually having her lick me. And I want more of it.
As I continue my licks, I feel my cock twitching and getting harder and harder with each lick. Ooo. Looks like good ol’ little sister has another job to do. Well, if no one else is gonna do it, it might as well be me.
I bring a hand to my shaft, immediately trying to adjust to the difference between using Courtney’s hand and my own. Hers are so much smaller and warmer. Also, the mutual feeling of me and my body is more apparent now. It feels infinitely better than any time I’ve done it. And no other girl even compares to hers.
After enjoying the feeling for a bit, I start sliding my hand up and down my shaft. Fuck, that feels incredible. I can’t believe it. I’ve actually got my little sister on my dick. And it feels otherworldly. I just wish I could see the look on her face as I thrust it inside of her tight little throat.
I wrap my lips around the head of my dick, gently sucking on it as I slightly speed up the pace of my strokes. I then maneuver my free hand to the lower half of my body, spreading my legs and bringing a finger to my little pussy. Another dream of mine realized. I drag my finger along my slit, feeling my own wetness as I continue working my own shaft.
This is pure bliss. Every sensation is doubled for me. This is beyond anything that I’ve ever experienced before. I never want this to end.
I decide to elevate the pleasure by taking more of my cock inside of my mouth, slowly descending as I keep my hand wrapped around the remaining portion of my shaft. Once I make it about halfway down, I start bobbing my head up and down my length, moaning as I continue rubbing my delicate little pussy. I’m getting so turned on right now. With the feeling of Courtney’s tight, dripping, little pussy, her lips wrapped around my cock as I poke the back of her tight throat, her little moans, and the fact that she probably has no idea that any of this is going on, all of it is driving me insane. I’m living out all of my fantasies and not a single soul has to know.
I speed up my bobbing, rubbing, and stroking, garnering more moans from myself as my want for more increases with each action. Then the ever-growing curiosity seeps in. How good would it feel to have both organs being stimulated? Would one feel better than the other? If so, which one? Would I be able to tell the difference? Would I even care? Chances are the last question is the most important and the answer might be no, but I just gotta know now. The curiosity of it all is eating me alive.
After a few more moments of sucking and rubbing, I slow down my movements on both actions before popping myself out of my mouth. I then straddle myself, leaning back on my hands as I grind my pussy on my cock. I try figuring out which part of me feels better, but as I continue my self-teasing, I find myself leaning towards not caring. It feels too fucking good to focus. And it’s not even inside me yet.
I lean down on my chest, feeling the firmness of my own chest. It’s so comfy. I then lift my hips, positioning my entrance above my awaiting dick below me. Ok, moment of truth. I lower my hips, using the slickness of my saliva and wetness from my pussy as lube. After a few attempts to slide it inside, I finally manage to push the tip in. Once it’s inside, I start pushing it deeper inside of myself. But as I lower myself on my cock, a sudden pain jolts throughout my whole body, making me stop my advances.
Is-...is she really a...virgin? Am I really gonna take my little sister’s virginity? Holy shit, I’m actually the luckiest being to ever exist. This day couldn’t possibly get better.
I take a moment to adjust to my size, wrapping my arms around my neck. Once the pain subsides, I start steadily lowering myself even more down my cock, eventually reaching the base. Once I fit all of myself inside, I start waving my hips back and forth, moaning as I reach deeper and deeper.
And just like that, my adorable little sister is no longer a virgin. Her pussy is now mine. She’s now mine. Mine to do whatever I want with. And she doesn’t have a clue what’s happening. It’s the perfect crime.
Once I’ve adjusted to my size, I start rising and lowering myself up and down my length, sliding my wet, little, previously virgin pussy up and down my long, hard, delicious cock. I moan in response to the combined sensations, answering the burning question. Turns out I was right. I can’t tell which one feels better. And frankly, I don’t give a single damn. It feels so fucking goood. Faster. I need to go faster.
I speed up my pace, moaning louder as I ride my own dick with my little sister’s pussy. And I love it. I love it so fucking much. I love the sound of her moans. I love how tight she feels. I love how big I feel. I’m so fucking full. This is without question the best sex I’ve ever had. Thank God for little sisters. I then get an idea on how to do the impossible and make this that much better than it already is. I pull myself into my ear, whispering,
“Yeah. You like that, don’t you, pervert? You like the feeling of your little sister’s wet little pussy? Oh, God, you’re so naughty. Such a naughty, naughty big brother, getting hard from his sister pleasuring him. Who knew that the most amazing, sexiest, coolest, bestest big brother would be so lewd? Well, show me, big brother. Show your little sister how lewd you really are.”
I pick up my pace even more, moaning louder as I tighten my grip on my neck. I then look at my own unconscious face, admiring how perfectly flawless it is. Just looking at it makes me just wanna...wanna...Oh, I need to. I pull myself in for a deep kiss, speeding up my pace as fast as I possibly can. I love this so damn perfect. I can feel how soft her lips are. I can taste them. I love her so goddamn much.
It doesn’t take long for me to feel my orgasm approaching on both ends. Not wanting to get too risky, I bring a hand to my pussy, rubbing it as fast as I can before moaning out,
“Fuck, you’re gonna make me cum! Watch me cum for you, big brother! Watch me! Watch me cum all over your perfect cock! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”
I let out one last loud moan before tilting my head back, letting it all out. My body spasms as I release my cum all over my shaft, burying myself in my chest as I ride out my orgasm. After a few moments of the greatest mix of feelings a human could have, I bring my hips to a complete stop, catching my breath.
Before I can completely collect my bearings and fully digest what just happened, I feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier. And before I know it, I’m asleep. But just as soon as it happened, I instantly wake up, opening my eyes and catching my lost breath. I then look around the room, wiping my eyes as the memories of my dream start flooding back in my mind. Wow, that was nice.
Not long after scanning the room, I feel something on my chest. I look down to see Courtney lying on me, sleeping soundly. Wait, wait, wait...that was real? None of that was my subconscious? That was actually reality? Oh, shit. Oh, God. Oh my God! I just fucked my sister. Oh, God, I just fucked my sister. Will she remember what happened? Will she even know? I guess only time will tell. But in the meantime, if she doesn’t remember, it probably wouldn’t be good if she woke up like this.
So I discreetly wrap my arms around her naked unconscious body before lifting her up and carrying her out of my room. As I make my way to hers, I feel her arms and legs tighten around me as she lightly moans. That’s when I realize that I’m still inside of her, still pent up from not releasing. And she’s still out cold. Perfect for repaying older brother for everything he’s done.
After stepping inside of her room, I lay her down on her bed as carefully as possible. Once she settles on her bed, I bring my hands on either side of her, pushing her leg apart with my knee, giving me better access. I then start slowly thrusting in and out of her little pussy, trying not to make too much noise or movements.
Courtney starts lightly moaning from my actions as I continue my steady thrusts. It’s almost unbelievable how damn cute she is. Everything she does is just making this so much better.
For better balance, I bring my right hand to her dd-cup chest, gently kneading it as I steadily pick up my pace. She arches her back, most likely stretching. Now, normally, I’d stop in my tracks at the slightest movement she made. But I’m gradually starting to not care. I think I’m starting to catch on to what’s happening here. And if I’m right, I don’t think it’ll matter if she wakes up or not. Especially since I’m so close right now.
After moments of savoring the feeling of Courtney’s soft lower lips wrapped around me, I feel myself getting closer to my limit. So I pull out of her and make my way to her face, pointing my dick right at it and jerking myself. Yeah, just lay there while your big brother paints your face. I’m gonna mark you as mine. All mine.
Moments pass of me stroking my cock before I let out a loud groan and shoot rope after rope of my sperm on my little sister’s face, getting it on her eyelids, cheeks, and lips. After finishing, I take a seat on a nearby chair, admiring the scene that I created. I’m also a bit shocked that that much came out. I mean, it’s not as much as before, but still a lot. Still paying the price I guess.
But before I can dwell on it further, my eyes get heavy again. And before I know it, I’m knocked out. Then, almost like clockwork, I wake up, lying on the bed, feeling a weird, sticky, alluring substance on my face. I swallow some that’s in my mouth before scooping some off of my face and licking it off my hand. Just what I thought.
The next day approaches and I head over to Roman’s house. I have to tell him about this. It would be a sin not to. Not only because not telling anyone about this would probably make me explode, but I’m pretty sure that we agreed that if anything like this happened to either of us, the first thing we’d do would be to tell each other. Now, while it was most definitely an elementary school pact and it’s most definitely been broken seeing that it’s not the first thing I did, I guess I'm still obligated to go through with telling him about it. He’s like my other brother who won’t judge me if I tell him everything about my new...Power? Blessing? Miracle? Whatever the hell this is. It’s sure as hell not a curse. There’s legitimately no downside to this.
I pull up in Roman’s driveway, parking my car before stepping out and heading over to his door. I kock on the door, using the super awesome knock that we created. But not even halfway through the knock, the door jerks open, revealing Katelyn, rubbing her head in annoyance. Oh, goody.
“What the fuck is your problem?” she says in a groggy tone,
“Well, excuse me for being chipper on this fine morning,” I retort,
“Oh, spare me. You just wanted to be an annoying shitsack. You do realize people have things to do? Nobody wants to hear your dumbass knocking this early.”
“It’s 11:36, you clearly just woke up, and you’re in short shorts and a tank top. Who are you fooling?”
“Ugh. You’re such a pain. Can’t wait until school starts again for you so that you’re out of my hair.”
“Oh, you mean you can’t wait until Roman and I go back to school, while you’re stuck trying to find somewhere else to live?”
“Go fuck yourself.”
Before I can say anything else, she slams the door right in my face before stomping off. Unbeknownst to the dumb broad, she forgot to lock the door. So I politely let myself in, closing the door before making my way upstairs to Roman’s room. Once I’m right by his door, I hear something all too familiar. Something that anyone living with a guy past his teens would instantly recognize. The sweet wholesome sound of a woman walking on hot coal, while playing paddleball.
Deciding to be the most considerate best friend ever, I remove my ear from the door, step away, and then turn the doorknob, pushing the door open, calmly saying,
“JESUS IS WATCHING YOU!!!”
He shrieks before tossing his phone from his lap all the way across the room and covering himself with his blanket. I laugh hysterically from his reaction, hearing him groan in agitation. He makes himself presentable before retrieving his phone.
“Oh, thanks, dickhead,” he pouts, “I’ve always wanted a crack in my screen.”
I calm down from my laughing fit before saying,
“Hey, no one told you to Tom Brady your phone. You made that decision all by your lonesome.”
“Don’t blame my reflexes on me. I’m still getting used to having my own place.”
“With your bitchy older sister, might I add?”
“Hey, she might be a bitch, but that’s just surface level. You haven’t gotten to know her like I have. Deep down, she’s a sweet, loving, caring, selfless-”
“Sexy bimbo who’s willing to do any and everything and film it and sucks at hiding the files, giving access to her scummy brother who spanks it to her.”
“...I mean, when you say it like that, it sounds perverted.”
“You mind telling me how you’d put it?”
“...What do you want, Chad?”
I chuckle before shutting the door and walking to the other side of the room to ensure that I’m not heard, barely able to contain my excitement.
“Ok,” I start in a whisper, “I want you to listen to me and listen carefully without judging me.”
“I will make no such promises,” he replies,
“Whatever. I don’t care. Cause I’m gonna tell you something, then I’m gonna prove it.”
“Alright, just tell me what it is already. You’re starting to scare me. Do you have a rare bowel infection or something?”
“Nope. Gross, but nope. I just so happened to come across the greatest superpower of all time.”
“Burping your ABC’s?”
“What? No.”
“Jogging backwards upstairs?”
“No.”
“Pronouncing wichchcher sauce?”
“I’m just gonna tell you.”
“That would save some time. Thank you.”
“Ok, to keep it brief...I can switch bodies.”
His look of anticipation switches into a look of discontempt.
“See? Right now you don’t believe me,” I say,
“Yeah, that’s a pretty weird way to advertise Michael’s weed,” he says,
“What?”
“I get it. It was good weed. Should’ve taken your word for it. Now I’m stuck without it. Just let me have some already since you’re just gonna be a douche about it.”
"Ok, first of all, that’s not even true. His weed sucked ass. And our friendship means too much for me to have you go anywhere NEAR that garbage. And secondly, I can actually prove it.”
“Well, thank you for your consideration. Maybe this’ll teach you to trust my intuition next time. And just for that, I’ll bite. Go ahead. Show me. Float about to another vessel. You have my attention.”
“Oh-...uh...see, um...here’s the thing-”
“Oh, what’s wrong? I’m waiting. Go ahead and ‘swap bodies’.”
Ok, he’s lucky we’re friends. Otherwise, I’d have just dropped my pants and did it right in front of him and made him suck my unconscious dick for being such a douche. But I’m a good friend, so I won’t do that.
“Alright, look,” I start, “The way it works is a bit-...in a word, unorthodox. So I’m gonna go to the bathroom for a bit.”
“Sure,” he says, sarcastically, “Do what you need to do, ya poltergeist.”
This is gonna be so satisfying. I step inside of his bathroom and shut the door, tearing some tissues away from the roll and sliding my pants and briefs to my knees. I then take a breath, shutting my eyes and letting my mind wander.
I soon start remembering that time Katelyn pissed Jason off and he threw countless water balloons at her, drenching her already tight white shirt. The image of her see-through state resurfaces in my mind, turning me on as I envision the distinct sight of her perfect D-cup tits. I bring my hand to my shaft, wrapping my fingers around it and gently stroking it up and down with the alluring picture displaying so vivid in my head.
My mind then starts envisioning my hand being her mouth sliding up and down the length of my cock as she looks up at me. Fuck, the thought of that dumb broad being my little bitch is really turning me on. Just sitting there while I fuck her slutty little throat, looking me in the eyes, helpless to do anything.
I speed up my pace, letting out light groans as I imagine the scenario. Eventually, I feel myself getting closer to my orgasm. I squeeze myself harder and stroke faster, simulating it as Katelyn sucking harder and faster. I stroke myself for a few more moments before letting out one final groan, releasing my sperm into the tissues that I set aside. After collecting my essence with the tissues and cleaning up the results, I toss away the tissues and pull up my pants, stepping out of the bathroom.
“Ok,” I say with haste in my tone as I feel myself losing feeling in my body, “I’m gonna pass out and in a few minutes, I’m gonna be...at...your-...”
Too late. I collapse on his bed, losing consciousness. Then, I wake up in another bed with a bag of Ruffles between my legs and a PS4 controller in my hands. I look at the screen in front of me, looking at the horrible entity known as The Last Of Us 2. Of course she would be the type to play this garbage.
I close the game, doing her poor, poor console a favor and deleting the absolute monstrosity that it was unfairly being forced to run and stand up from the bed, walking up to a mirror. Sure enough, I am now in possession of Katelyn the Joyful bitch. Time to make Roman eat his words.
I step out of the room and walk over to Roman’s, slightly lowering the neck of my shirt, exposing my chest even more. I then do the same to my shorts, sliding them just above my crotch. After making my adjustments, I turn the doorknob and walk right into his room, once again surprising him.
“Oh, it’s just you,” he replies, “What do you want? And why can’t you ever knock?”
“Oh, gee, little bro,” I say, bringing a finger to my lips and swaying my hips, feigning innocence, “You’re right. That’s not a good thing for me to do, is it? I’m sorry. You wanna punish me for being so inconsiderate?”
His jaw just drops. He’s utterly speechless. He doesn’t even know what to think. He’s just sitting there, staring at me. Just like I thought he would be. Serves you right, you bastard.
“Wh-what’s going on with you?” he says, ogling at my body and the alterations I’ve made with my clothes,
I giggle before standing in front of him, saying in a ditsy tone,
“I’ve just been thinking about the way I’ve been treating you and your super awesome, intimidatingly smart, funny, cool, and outlandishly handsome friend, Chad all this time. I’m such a stupid fucking bitch who just mooches off of you. Surely, you can find it in your heart to forgive me for being so dumb. Ooor~”
I bring my hands to his shoulders, flipping my hair as I straddle his lap, continuing with a sultry tone,
“Maybe you can come up with a way for me to repay you for all of it.”
He stutters, tripping over his words, making me giggle. I then feel something growing in between us. I giggle before slowly grinding my hips on his clothed growing shaft.
“Ooo,” I start as I feel him pressing against me, “Looks like you have an idea as to how I’m supposed to apologize. You want me to show you how sorry I am, little brother?”
He, again, tries uttering something, but shock and my intimidation are preventing anything from coming out. So, using my context clues, I deduce that he’s trying to say “Yes”. Now, being the caring big sister I am, I decide to accommodate his subliminal demands. I chuckle before planting a kiss on his nose and maneuvering on the floor in front of him. I then bring a hand to his covered dick, gently rubbing it.
“Mmm,” I moan, looking him in the eyes, “So hard for me already. Does big sister’s apology excite you that much? Hmm?”
I grab the hem of his shorts, slowly pulling them down, freeing his cock from its restraints.
“Wow,” I say with a giggle as I grab onto it and slowly stroke it, “Such a big boy. You’re my big little bro, aren’t you? And you’ve just been keeping this away from me this entire time? You meanie. But I guess it’s only fair. Up until now, I haven’t really been deserving of it, have I? Well, what about now? Do I deserve your long, hard, warm little brother cock now?”
I lightly tighten my grip on him, earning a light moan as he closes his eyes. I giggle at his reaction before saying,
“Ooo, you like that, don’t you? You like how big sis is stroking your dick? Am I making you feel good? You’re such a pervert."
All he can do is moan from my actions. I giggle at the faces he’s making as I continue my slow strokes, lightly breathing on the tip of his dick as pre-cum starts leaking out of it. After moments of my slow and steady strokes, I lean forward, sticking my tongue out and licking up his pre-cum. It’s surprisingly really good. Please let this be because I’m in a girl’s body.
I then wrap my lips around his head, lightly sucking on the head of his dick as I continue jerking it. He moans even more from my advances, encouraging me to keep going. I start bobbing my head up and down, taking more and more of him in my mouth with each descent. I look him in the eyes as I suck him off and he’s in absolute bliss. Gotcha, you bastard.
Minutes pass of me sucking him off and while this is fun, it could be better. And I know just how to make it better. I bring both of my hands to his wrists, bringing his hands to my hair and forcing my head to the base of his cock. Getting my subliminal hint, he entangles his fingers in my hair, moving my head up and down his length as he thrusts in and out of my mouth.
Fuck, this feels so good. I love how it’s just poking the back of my throat. And his moans are just making this sweeter along with the fact that his thrusts are getting rougher and faster. I knew he was a huge pervert for her, but I never would’ve known it was this bad.
But this isn’t enough for him. He wants more. He pulls me off of him by my hair, looking at me with lust in his eyes as I take in new air in my lungs. He then pushes me on the floor. Right as I land on my back, he spreads my legs apart, sticking his finger in the right leg of my shorts through the other. He then pushes them to the side, exposing my wet little pussy to him.
“Oh, wow,” I start, “Well, someone’s impatient. You really are a disgusting perv for me, hu- aaaagn~”
He interrupts me by sliding himself inside of me. He then wraps his hand around my throat, slowly thrusting in and out of me, saying in a low demanding tone,
“Shut up. I’ve waited so fucking long for this momoent. Your body is finally mine, you fucking cock tease. Now, shut your whore mouth and take it.”
He speeds up his thrusts, tightening his grip on my neck. I, in turn, give him what he wants and keep my mouth shut, moaning as he ravages me. He’s being so rough with me and I love it. If he keeps this up, Katelyn’s gonna be feeling it for weeks...Hm. Now, that’s an idea. I give him a smug smirk, saying,
“Is that all you got, you little twerp?”
“What did I say?” he replies assertively,
“What, you expect me to listen to anything you have to say with you fingering me like this? I thought you wanted to fuck me, little bro.”
He pulls out of me, turning me over to my stomach and pulling my shorts down my legs. My legs are then forced apart as I hear him say in a harsh tone,
"Say that again."
I snicker before saying,
"I said I thou-"
I'm interrupted with the sound of a smack echoing throughout the room with a harsh sting radiating from my ass. I moan in response to his slap, pleased that my plan's working.
"Let me make this clear to you," he says, rubbing my ass, "Right now, you're my bitch. So you don't say a fucking thing unless I tell you to."
"Ooo, such a big man," I patronize, "It's gonna take mo-"
He gives me another smack, stopping me in my tracks.
"Keep it up," he warns, "The more you disobey, the worse this will be."
"Oh, I'm so sca-"
Smack.
"You think I'm just go-"
Smack.
"If that's the hardest you can hit, the-"
Smack. Smack. Smack.
He starts spanking me so much, I'm losing count. Not to mention his hits are getting harder and harder. I can't lie, it's starting to really hurt. And that's exactly what I want. After a few more moments of relentless licks, he finally stops. My butt is no doubt a deep shade of red at this point. It hurts like hell. But it's not gonna be my problem for long.
"You got anything else to say?" he asks, rubbing my sore ass.
To give the illusion that I've been tamed, I start to say something else, but stop mid word.
"That's what I thought. Now, you're gonna be an obedient little slut for your brother, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir," I comply,
"Good girl. Now, lift up that little ass for your brother."
"Yes, sir."
I do as instructed, lifting my hips and presenting my ass to him. I feel him rubbing it before positioning himself to the entrance of my pussy, exciting me. After teasing me for a bit, he finally pushes himself back in, grabbing my hips and thrusting in and out of me. I moan in response to his thrusts, bending over further so he'll reach deeper inside of me.
He tightens his grip on my hips, thrusting harder and reaching deeper. It feels so good. I never want this to stop. He's hitting just the perfect spot. It's driving me crazy.
I then feel his hand grab onto my hair, yanking on it as he picks up his pace. I moan louder from his increasing roughness with me. He then wraps his hand in my hair, saying,
"Say my name. Say my fucking name."
"R-Roman," I moan out, following his demand.
He slaps my ass, making me gasp.
"Louder," he says sternly,
"Roman!" I yell,
"Yeah, that's right. Call out to your little brother like the dumb little cock hungry slut you are."
He gives me another slap on the ass and pulls my hair, prompting me to yell his name even louder. Everything is so overwhelming right now: his spanks, his pulling of my hair, his thrusts, his demanding voice, the sound of Katelyn being so submissive, it's all just perfect. They're doing things to me that I never thought possible.
I start feeling myself nearing my limit with each thrust. Something tells me this is gonna be one of the greatest orgasms I'll ever experience. And judging from Roman's increased thrusts and growing moans, it's safe to assume that he's not too far behind. He then takes me completely off guard and slides his thumb inside of my ass, sliding it in and out of my anus, matching his thrusts. This sends immeasurable pleasure all throughout my body. It's like he knows just the right buttons to press for her. What a thoughtful little brother.
"R-Roman," I call out, "I-...I'm gonna cum. Please make me cum. I wanna coat that delicious cock with my fluids. Please let me. I'll let you cum inside me if you do. That's right. I'll let you fill up my little pussy with your warm, sticky, tasty cum. You get to claim me as yours. No one else's. Do it, little brother. Shoot your load deep inside of me. Claim me. Breed me."
Within a few minutes, he accepts my offer, thrusting deep inside of me and letting out a loud moan before shooting his essence inside of my awaiting pussy. I, in turn, coat his cock with my essence, moaning along with him. He thrusts a little more, ensuring that I get every little drop as we ride out our orgasms.
He then slides out of me as I lie on the floor, catching my breath. I then feel my consciousness slipping away from me as he starts rubbing my back.
"I love you so much," he says in between breaths.
I just snicker at his comment before giving in to unconsciousness. And right as I do, I wake up on his bed, hearing his exhausted breaths as I sit up.
"Well, congratulations," I say, startling him again, "You're now gay."
"CHAD?!" he exclaims, "WHAT THE FUCK?!"
"Isn't it obvious? What, you really think that she would have a change of heart that quickly? Don't tell me I made you delude yourself that much."
"Wh-what?! N-no. No."
"Yes. It was me, Barry. I swapped bodies with your sister and made you fuck her. All to prove you wrong. Don't you ever doubt me again, dickhead."
"This doesn't even make any sense! This can't be real. How di- I mean, when di- what the hell?!"
"Don't know, and frankly, I couldn't care less. I just found out last night. Courtney was the first to experience my power. In more ways than one if ya know what I mean."
"That's insane. I guess you weren't lying when you said you got the best superpower ever."
"Roman, it's me. Do I ever lie?"
He gives me an unamused look.
"Always focusing on the past," I say, folding my arms,
"Whatever," he replies, "So...how does it work? What do you do?"
"Basically, whenever I wanna change into someone else, I just need to think about them really hard and cum. Then I go to sleep a few seconds after and poof: new body."
"Sick. Hey, wait a minute, where do you get off calling me scummy for beating it to Katelyn, when you fucked yourself with Courtney's body?"
"What is it with you and focusing on the past all the time?"
He punches my arm as we share a laugh. He then stands up, pulling his pants up and looking down at Katelyn.
"So is she gonna-...like...remember any of this?" he asks,
"She shouldn't," I answer, "I spent most of last night having fun with Courtney and when I saw her this morning, she was just as clingy to me as when I got back. No mention of something weird happening, nothing about her body feeling weird, none of that."
"Uh huh. Interesting. So you've got a power that allows you to jump into someone else's body, you do whatever you want, you jump back to yours, and you just get to live without consequences like it never even happened?"
"That's the gist of it, yeah."
And just as I suspected, he gets a sinister look on his face. This is why I wanted to tell him and him alone. Great minds think alike.
"So do you have to personally know the person or just know what they look like?" he asks, grabbing his phone and unlocking it,
"Haven't really tested that far, but I guess now's a greater time to do so than ever," I reply,
"I'll take it. Cause I don't know if you remember who this is, but I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be opposed to testing your ability out on her."
He shows me his phone screen, revealing a girl sitting at a lunch table, laughing with a group of people. Wait a minute, blonde hair, ripped jeans, ugly shirt, green eyes, that's Linda. She made Courtney's freshman year a living hell with all those rumors she spread. That fucking bitch.
"Does that face mean that you recognize this lovely lady?" Roman questions,
"I've seen her around a bit," I answer, "She's not bad looking. Not bad looking at all."
"Wanna pay her a little visit? According to her, she likes taking afternoon walks around Garrison Park."
"Sounds like a plan. It's always nice to catch up with old friends."
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