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In a world where everyone is born female and sex is determined by a childhood lottery, two best friends are seperated to develop differently. Now that they've graduated, they decide to reunite for a camping trip together. They had both dreamed of becoming men, but only one of them saw the dream come true.
In this world everyone is born a girl. Sex is determined by a lottery at the end of grade school. I had a winning ticket, but on the same day as the drawing I started my period, invalidating me for the injection.
After graduation I went on a camping trip with my best friend Alex, who took my place in the lottery and recently completed male development. It's our first time together since the day of the drawing.
Watching Alex chop the wood for our fire, I was struck by the gulf that had grown between our bodies. As girls we had looked like sisters, we could share clothes even though I was a couple inches taller. Now he towered over me, his muscles rippling with each swing of the axe.
My body had grown larger too, but not like his. I'd gained a few inches of height, but most of my development had gone to my hips, my breasts, and my reproductive system.
I'd suffered through over a hundred periods since that first awful experience, but I still hated it every single time. All I could think about now was how it should have been me getting the injection, going to boy school, chopping the wood, never worrying about a monthly cycle.
Alex paused and looked in my direction. I wondered if he knew what was going through my mind. "Do you want a turn?" He asked, offering me the axe and wiping his brow.
"Uh, sure." I said, cautiously stepping up to the stump we'd been using as a chopping block. Alex balanced a round of wood on the stump and backed away. I struggled to lift the axe over my head.
"Whoa, careful." Alex chided me, stepping up and guiding my hands. "Here, hold it near the head until you're ready to swing. It's safer this way."
"I'm holding it the same way you were." I said defensively. I'd been watching him carefully.
"I'm a lot stronger than you are now, it's dangerous to swing an axe around beyond your control." He said it like such a simple safety tip, but it felt like a fist to my ego. I had to learn how to chop wood like a girl because I wasn't strong enough to be like Alex; he won the lottery, now he can swing an axe like a man, and pee where he wants, and pick me up like a child.
What did my body do while he was gaining these abilities? A layer of fat to make me fun to touch, a pair of breasts to make me fun to look at, a menstrual cycle to make me fertile and horny, an arousal response that makes me easy to penetrate; it felt like every change I'd gone through was just a reward for Alex's now manly body to enjoy.
“Are you alright?” He asked. I realized I’d been making a bit of a sour face.
“I’m fine.” I said, trying to believe it. “Just psyching myself up to smash this log apart.” I brought the axe down and felt it thunk deep into the wood. There was even a splintering sound, but it didn’t quite split. I tried to pull the axe out but it was stuck.
“Lift the whole thing up and slam it down.” Alex suggested. I tried, but I could hardly lift the axe and the wood it was stuck in at all.
“Let me help.” Alex offered, taking the handle and easily lifting it to head-level and slamming it back onto the stump. The log split apart with a satisfying crack.
“Thanks.” I said, but internally I was fuming. It felt so unfair. I tried not to let it bother me too much, but it lingered on my mind. I struggled to find anything to say as we set up the tent and roasted dinner together.
We sat around the fire until the sun fully set, our faces lit by the flickering flames. Alex must have seen me shiver, because he moved over to sit next to me and put an arm over my shoulder. His body felt so warm against mine. Was additional body heat another advantage I’d missed out on?
“We should probably go to bed soon.” Alex said. I felt an annoying little flutter in my heart.
We had been avoiding romantic subjects entirely, but now that we were about to share a tent for the night, I was uncomfortably aware of the ambiguity. Would Alex try something? Would I want him to? I couldn’t make up my mind, but I thought up a lot of ways I didn’t want it to go.
“Maybe we could watch the fire a little longer?” I suggested. Why did I feel so uncertain suggesting things to Alex? It almost felt like I was asking for approval from a teacher. I was a couple months older than him, but being side by side now almost made me feel like a child.
“Sure.” He said, squeezing me closer. “Probably good to make sure the fire goes out.” He poked at it for a while, I watched the embers fly up into the night. I felt so little next to Alex, but it felt good. I was warm, and his body was so firm holding on to mine. I didn’t know what to say, so we just watched the fire together in silence.
“Ready for bed?” He asked as the flames died out. I felt the pit again in my stomach. All this stalling and I was still just as unsure as before.
“Sure.” I said, attempting to sound cheerful. I helped him pack up a bit and get the sleeping bags laid out. We brushed our teeth and spit into the coals to help put it out.
There was still a faint glow, so Alex unzipped his pants and pulled out his thing. I’d see them before in pictures, but this was my first time seeing one in real life. It was almost pitch black outside, only the faint light of the stars and moon aided the nothing-glow of the remaining embers, but I still got a sense of its size. It almost seemed unreal the way it just stuck out of him, so long and chubby, like a fat sausage.
He held it in his fingers and aimed at the remains of the fire. I heard more than saw the stream shoot from his dick onto the embers in a sizzling splash. With a few popping hisses the fire was out.
I was thankful for the darkness, because I was sure my face had turned bright red. I couldn’t stand how Alex was showing off his body. It made me hate the twist of fate that had given him my winning ticket, I hated it more than when I got my period. But at the same time it was very possibly the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. I felt a tingle between my legs that was only getting louder. I just saw Alex’s penis, and he’d just used it to put out the fire in a way I could never dream of.
“Sorry, I had to go.” Alex said a bit sheepishly. I’m sure he could tell I was stunned, but I hoped he didn’t know the depths of it.
“It’s fine.” I said, trying to play it cool. “Saves water, right?” I added with an awkward chuckle. I felt like such a dork. My brain was still fixated on the thing that had just happened with the fire and the penis.
In the tent all I could think about was the sexual tension between us. I could feel my body had already made up its mind. I wanted to say something, just to get it out in the open, but I couldn’t think of anything. I just paced awkwardly around the tent, pretending to get ready for bed, but too nervous to take off my clothes.
“Do you want to sleep together?” Alex asked. I felt my face get even redder. What a blunt question. I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.
“I understand if you don’t, but I think it could be fun.” He added in response to my hesitation. “I haven’t seen a developed woman yet. I’d like you to be my first.” He added.
I felt a gross feeling come over me. A developed woman, that’s what I was to him now. He wanted me to be his first of how many? Was he really using our friendship as an in for sexual experience with a woman?
Though I could use sexual experience too, and Alex’s body was making me feel things I wanted to keep feeling. I looked at his dark outline in the tent, trying to read his invisible expression for a moment.
“Could we turn on a light?” I asked, still feeling tongue tied about the entire sexual situation.
“Of course.” He replied, hanging a dim lantern from the ceiling of the tent. I felt even more nervous in the light, but I also felt more excited. Alex already had his shirt off, and the vision of his nude torso was doing a lot to silence my doubts. His front was so flat and wide, with rippling muscles along his stomach. His body hair was everywhere, a particularly thick line of it ran from his navel into his pants, like a furry path to his penis.
“Yes.” I said at last.
“Hmm?” Alex seemed a bit confused. The way he’d been watching me look at him filled me with an excited nervousness.
“Yes, I want to sleep together.” I clarified, beginning to take off my own shirt.
Now it was Alex’s turn for his face to turn red. I was still in my bra, but I could see his eyes roving hungrily over my chest and middle. A noticeable bulge was forming in the front of his pants.
I took off my own pants and watched the bulge swell as he saw the noticeable flatness of my panties. The way his eyes were glued to my crotch made me a little uncomfortable, I felt an urge to cover myself with my hands.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” I said with another awkward chuckle.
“It’s different now.” Alex said, eyes still roving my body, but frequently stopping to rest between my legs. “I didn’t realize how little you’d changed since we were girls.”
Hearing him say that felt like a knife, but it also made the horny tingling jump up into a new gear. “I’ve developed.” I said defensively, posturing to highlight my assets.
“Well sure, but…” He gestured at the front of my panties. “Your crotch still looks like a child’s.”
I felt a new surge of hot embarrassment. “What are you talking about? You haven’t even seen it.”
“I can see how flat it is.” He countered. “I mean, do you even get hard?”
“Sort of.” I said meekly. It didn’t really feel right to call it ‘hard’, but I could feel it now as strongly as ever. The needy buzzing feeling in my clit before I had to touch it.
“Would you be willing to try and get hard for me? I’m just so curious.” His face was turning red with a horny embarrassment, but I was fighting to resist the urge to run straight out of the tent. How could I tell him I was already as aroused as I’d ever been in my life?
“I could do something sexy for you, I’m not sure what turns you on.” He had seemed so confident all night, but now I was seeing glimpses of my childhood friend in his awkward courting. His innocent intrigue only made the truth harder to share.
“Are you ‘hard’ now?” He asked. I reached a breaking point, I couldn’t stand his eyes on my crotch for another second, and it felt like if something didn’t touch my clit soon it was going to explode. My hand darted over my panties, holding my hot mound. I couldn’t help giving it a little pressure.
Glancing down at myself made me feel a bit ridiculous, my fingers pressing flat into my underwear only made it more obvious; I’d grown larger, but in so many ways I was the same girl he’d known before the lotto.
My vulva had developed, but it was a linear trajectory from childhood, Alex’s genitals had developed in entirely new ways. How could I blame him for assuming I’d had my own metamorphosis?
I was pulled out of my thought spiral by the sound of Alex laughing. I had to look at him for a moment to understand what was going on. He must have seen my confusion because then he explained himself.
“You already are, aren’t you? Oh wow, I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t help chuckling a little more. “It’s just, I thought your clit would swell up or something. I don’t know. I feel so embarrassed. They don’t teach us about things like this in boy school, this is why I need your help. I’m clueless!”
He was so focused on his own sexual goals he didn’t even realize the effect his words were having on me. I moved my hand in tiny circles, hardly noticeable in the dim of the tent, and stared at my friend, tilting my head back to look up into his eyes.
That should be me scraping the top of the tent with my head, towering over little Alexa, teasing her until she was touching herself infront of me. I should have grown a sexy sausage firehose, she should be the one who only developed puffier labia and a monthly nightmare.
“Sorry for laughing at you.” Alex apologized. I couldn’t help but forgive him, it was an honest reaction. I just hated how real it felt to me. “Is it okay if I take off my pants? They’re getting uncomfortable,” He asked, reaching into the front to adjust himself.
Seeing the way his bulge moved in his jeans made my fingers rub faster. His thing was so big. I could feel the hot nothing of my clit under my hand, I felt like I was melting in the presence of his superior phallus, my panties becoming damp.
I realized I hadn’t answered his question. “Oh, uh, sure.” I said. I saw him notice my hand between my legs, the motion becoming too obvious to hide. I froze like a deer caught in headlights, but I knew he’d seen enough to know what I’d been doing. The urge to run from the tent once again reasserted itself in my mind.
Alex unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. His underwear was tented around the pole of his cock. It was firmly pointing straight out and up from his body. It looked so much bigger now than it had soft. It almost resembled a toddler’s arm, sticking straight out towards me.
He stepped out of his pants as he approached. I felt the hairs stand up on my neck as he loomed over me. There was hardly a foot of space between us anymore. The outline of his cock was only a couple inches from my skin. I was so aroused it was making my pussy twitch.
Without warning he grabbed the wrist of the hand between my legs and pulled it away, placing it on his shoulder. I could feel the muscles of his shoulder flex and bend like taught cables as he leaned closer to my ear.
“I’m going to take off your bra now.” Alex said, before reaching around behind me. I just stood there and let him do it. Wishing desperately I had the courage to put my hand back where it was sorely missed.
He had to look over my shoulder at the clasp, but he managed to take it off quickly. He took it off me gently, admiring my breasts as they were freed. The relief of being braless was eclipsed by the shame and excitement of watching Alex’s face as he saw a real woman’s breasts for the first time.
“Oh.” He said, his eyes had become huge. “Wow.” He seemed at a loss for words. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. I thought he’d like them, but the way his eyes were roaming my chest was getting unnerving. It was like he was devouring every feature.
“I think I understand what you mean now, you do get hard.” He said, pointing at one of my nipples. The cool air in the tent had made them start to crinkle up the moment he took off my bra.
Hearing him say that made me want to die. I wasn’t even sure if he was being sarcastic, he said it so genuinely. He even had a point, my nipples were one thing that had matured drastically over puberty, and each one poking off my chest in the cool night air easily dwarfed my little clit.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just playfully punched Alex in the arm, but it was like hitting the flank of a workhorse. His body had become so firm and unyielding.
“Remember when we used to play-fight?” Alex asked, getting a mischievous look in his eyes.
“That was a long time ago.” We had tussled together a lot as girls, but never in anger.
“You won every time.” He reminded me, I couldn’t help feeling a little glow of pride in that fact. He might be bigger and taller after the injection, but when we were both girls I was undefeated. “I want a rematch.” He added.
I stared at him quizzically, what would that prove? There was no contest between us now. Alex gave me a playful punch like I had done to him, moving slow and gently, but it still made me stumble off balance. He was just so much larger than me now.
“Come on, give me your best shot.” He said, patting his chest aggressively. I didn’t really see the point in fighting like children, but he was being insistent, and I kinda did feel like hitting him again.
I leaned back and slugged him right in the chest. I felt my hand thump into his muscled sternum with no discernible effect.
Alex retaliated by gently slapping at me. I gave him a funny look, what was he doing? I punched him again, really putting my weight into it this time, slamming my fist right into his bicep, but he hardly budged. It actually hurt my wrist a little. Alex just softly slapped at me again.
"You aren't even trying!" I said. I couldn't believe he was fighting me with such little effort. It was insulting.
"I don't want to hurt you more than you're hurting me." He said with a note of arrogance.
"Yeah right, I'm hitting you harder than that. You wanted a fight, show me what you can do." I said, throwing a little kick at his thigh that actually made him stumble a bit.
Alex shrugged his shoulders and gave me a shove. For a moment my feet left the floor of the tent. I flew onto the bedroll and bounced, stunned at what had just taken place. My soft body jiggled with the violence of the throw. I felt a deep yearning inside to know what it was like for him, to be so large and powerful.
He came to stand over me, looking down at my mostly-nude body. "See why I need to go easy on you?" He asked me with a cocky grin.
I swung my leg to kick Alex in the balls, but he grabbed my ankle with his hand and used the leverage to flip me over. He held me in place by my shoulders. I tried to raise an arm to push off the mattress, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pinned it in place over my head.
I rolled to get my other arm out from under my stomach, but he snared that one as well, twisting it to pin it behind me. I was being pressed into the mattress by the small of my back while my other arm was trapped in the wrist he was using for support.
I felt Alex's knee press down between my thighs, dividing my legs. I could feel the cool air of the tent against my panties. I struggled with all my limbs, but could only flail helplessly.
He leaned over me, shifting his weight onto my body. I could feel his breath on my neck, it was hot and heavy with moisture. "Do you give up?" He asked me in a cooly casual voice.
I couldn't bring myself to surrender so easily. I flailed again, pushing against the bed with my legs, but it only pushed my butt into his thigh. I felt a flash of embarrassment squishing against him fruitlessly.
Alex applied a little pressure with his hips, pressing back against my ass. "Oh yeah, you developed quite nicely here too. I certainly would have remembered a butt like this when we were girls." He said, giving it another playful nudge.
He leaned in by my neck again and spoke softly in my ear with a rumbling tone. "I can feel the heat of your pussy on my leg, and I'm not even touching you." My face blushed bright red. I could feel he was right, being pinned by his larger stronger body had lit a fire in me.
"Okay, okay, I give up." I said, trying again to push him off me. Alex let go of my wrists and backed away, allowing me to stand.
I turned to look at Alex and again felt my eyes drawn to the erection tenting his underwear. I had to force my gaze back up to his face.
"Would you mind taking off your panties?" Alex asked me. I had to hesitate for a moment to consider it. Did he just want to look at me, or was he planning on asking for more? In a playful act of compliance I just did it; he'd defeated me, this could be his reward: one sexy favor.
I stepped out of my embarrassingly damp underwear and tossed them in the corner. I faced Alex and widened my stance a bit, tilting my hips to give him a good look at exactly how little had changed down there.
"It's so pink!" He said. I shifted my stance, suddenly hyper aware of my arousal. "It's like your whole pussy is blushing." He gushed. I felt my face flush in response. "Can I touch it?"
"Um, if you want." I wasn't really sure how to feel, but the idea excited me.
Alex walked around behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle. He traced his fingers down from my navel all the way over my mound and finally onto my pussy.
"This feels familiar." He said. His chin was over my shoulder. I could feel his breath on the back of my ear, his voice rumbled at a gentle volume. His entire body was pressed against mine. "I used to touch my clit like this." He added, dipping a finger between my lips. I arched my back and leaned against him, reveling in the stimulation.
"I didn't get this wet, and I didn't cum, but it still felt good." He said, continuing to play with my clit in rapid little circles.
"Mmm Hmm." I groaned, attempting to listen, but getting swept up in the touching.
"It's so little, so different; I used to have a clit like yours, but-" He pressed the bulge of his erection into my backside. "My clit grew up, it's a big boy now."
At that point I whimpered. I'm not proud of it, but that's the sound that came out of my mouth. The feelings of loss, of helplessness, of utter orgasmic bliss, they washed away my ego as I crumpled in Alex's arms.
He was the man, he had the cock, I was the girl he was making cum. His finger swished and swished around my clit until my legs were about to give out from the pleasure.
The next thing I knew my legs did give out. Alex held me up as my strength left me, his fingers working it into a full body experience. I moaned in my girly voice while waves of pleasure washed over me.
As soon as I could stand, I took a few shaky steps and turned back around to face Alex. His dick was hard as ever, there was even a wet spot of precum on his boxers.
“That was quick, the guys from school made it sound like it would take forever.” Alex said. It made me wonder if becoming a boy had made him less intelligent. How did he expect that to make me feel? “I guess I’ve got a gift.” He bragged, taking credit for my orgasm.
“It’s not that big of a deal.” I said, hoping he’d drop it.
“Yeah right, you couldn’t make me cum that fast.” He said, grabbing his cock through his underwear and giving it a squeeze.
I could tell what he was doing, but I was so horny I didn’t care. I wanted to see his penis in the light, I wanted to feel it, I even wanted to taste it.
“Bet I could.” I told him flirtatiously. His face immediately blushed as I called his bluff. I played up my confidence in the situation as I sank to my knees and pulled his underwear down.
His cock sprung free and nearly hit me in the face. It looked so huge up close. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It felt so hot and firm in my hand. A fresh need was blooming between my legs. As interested as I’d been in pictures of dicks, it was nothing compared to the real thing. It was filling me with an electric excitement.
I looked up at Alex, trying to read his expression. My mouth was watering at the idea of sucking on his cock, but I wanted to make sure the mood was right. He was looking down with eager anticipation, a wide smile on his face. I looked him in the eye as I kissed the tip of his dick.
I loved how he felt against my lips, I kissed again more deeply, wrapping my lips around his glans. I could see Alex was enjoying it, which spurred me on to try more. I opened my mouth wide and tried to take him as deep as I could. The way he filled my mouth was incredible, but I had to stop a bit early to keep from gagging.
I couldn’t help thinking how this monster growing out of him had started as a clit just like mine. Now it was large enough to choke me with. While my mouth is full with his member, Alex starts a one-sided conversation with me.
“Did you know it was a leap year?” He asked me out of the blue.
“Hmm?” I hum on his cock, still determined to get him off faster.
“The year of the lottery. It was a leap year.” He clarified. I felt my heart skip a beat, why was he talking about that now, while I had his dick in my mouth? “If it had happened in a regular year, the lottery would have been a day earlier, a day before your period.” He explained.
I was starting to see where he was going with this, but I didn’t know why. It was working to fan my arousal back into a tempest. The combination of his cock on my tongue and the thing he was saying sent my fingers trembling back to my clit.
“You would be the one who got the injection instead of me. That dick you’re choking down wouldn’t exist, instead it would be you who could pee out the fire, you would be the one getting your dick sucked.”
The way he was talking made it hard to focus on the blowjob. More and more of my attention was directed between my legs as I feverishly rubbed at my wounded pride, at the sticky little button slick with his saliva that ached to grow big and hard like the cock in my mouth.
“Oh fuck, you would love it.” He groaned. “This feels so incredible, your mouth is better than anything I could imagine.” I could feel his dick getting harder, tensing. Hearing his pleasure set my fingers rubbing even faster, and made my mouth drool. I could taste the salty wetness of his precum leaking onto my tongue.
I could feel he was getting close, I was too. I sucked on his dick with passion, attempting to coax the cum out of him. Just as we were nearing the end I felt his hand press against my forehead.
“Time’s up.” He said, sliding his dick out of my mouth. I tried to get it back in my mouth, but the hand on my head was too strong. I glared up at him in frustration.
“Come on!” I pouted, stealthily removing my fingers from my womanhood. My pussy was aching for more stimulation, but I knew Alex would grab my hand again if he caught me.
There was a touch-hungry tingle building all over. I wanted to make him cum, I wanted to witness a man’s body experiencing the sort of pleasure I’d imagined so many times. I wanted to hold his cock and feel his fluid, my body craved it.
Alex must have seen the lust in my expression, because he rapidly switched gears from teasing me. His hand moved from my forehead to my chin, forcing me to look up at him past his cock.
“If you’d have me, I would love to take you to bed now.” He said with an odd formality, blushing slightly from his own excitement and nerves.
I looked up from my kneeling position at his feet, eyes roaming the naked, muscular, hairy body of my friend. The taste of his cock still lingering in my mouth. All I could do was nod my head. I wanted my first time to be with the man I could have been, the winning ticket I was denied. I wanted him to make me feel every inch of the difference that had grown between us.
Alex took my hand and helped me up, then swept me off my feet into a princess carry. I felt my heart thump in my chest. We were naked and I was in his arms. My stomach churned with excitement, fear, and awe; the muscles of his arms were so firm under my body, holding me against his hairy chest.
I saw him looking down at me in his arms with a pure wonder that melted my heart. He leaned his head close to mine and spoke to me softly in his deep voice.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He told me simply. I felt the blood rush to my face.
"You're just saying that because I'm naked." I deflected, suddenly very aware of my own nudity.
"I'm serious." He said. "I always had a bit of a crush on you when we were girls, but the way you've grown since... It makes my heart race."
I felt my blood pound with a moment of excited shame. The development of every female feature had felt like a further surrender of my childhood dreams. I had hated my hips widening, the tender growth of my breasts, watching my reflection become less and less androgynous. But those same features attracted Alex to me.
He knelt to lay me gently on the bed then laid down beside me. His hands were still on me, roving my skin with a firm appreciation. "Do you mind if I touch your breasts?" He asked as his hands drew close.
"Please do." I replied, feeling a little of my anxiety melt into anticipation. His hands explored my chest, cupping my boobs and squishing them softly. He paid extra attention to my nipples, giving a gentle caress that became a soft squeeze between his thumb and finger.
"Wow, they're so perfect." He said in wonder, entirely absorbed in my chest. It filled me with a sense of pride, but also a feeling of shame; my body did this for him, those boobs had given me nothing but trouble, but for Alex they were perfect.
He rolled on top of me and continued to play with my breasts. I felt his breath again on my neck as he leaned down to give me a kiss there. A tingle shot through me at the touch of his lips. He gave my other nipple a little squeeze as he kissed me again under my ear.
I turned my head towards his and looked him in the eyes. Alex leaned in and kissed me on the lips, holding the kiss with a passionate depth. I felt myself melt for him, and his body pressed harder into me. I felt that glorious cock pressed flat against my mound. I wrapped my legs around his, holding his body against mine.
Alex pushed himself off the bed a little, lifting off me as we broke our kiss. He tilted his hips to line the tip of his cock up with my vagina. I felt a scared little flutter at the anticipation of what was to come, but I also felt achingly hungry for it.
He dragged the head of his dick along my slit until it was pushing nicely against my wet opening. I lifted my hips a bit, pulling aginst him with my legs for leverage. I wanted it pressed there harder, pushed inside.
With a little pressure from his hips Alex made my desire come true. His cock slipped into me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. I'd never felt something so large penetrate me, it made me gasp in shock, but it also felt incredible.
He worked his way deeper, thrusting in and out to coat his cock in my juices. I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, pulling him deeper with every push until his pelvis was bumping against mine while he fucked me.
Once his cock was fully inside, Alex began to fucking me harder. His whole body flexed and strained as he pumped his cock again and again into my receptive body, and every time my body cried out with a tingle of joy. This, this is what I'd been craving, please just keep going. It felt so right.
"I used to feel guilty." Alex grunted, his breath coming quick from his efforts. "For taking your ticket. I knew how badly you wanted-" He catches his breath for a few thrusts. "How badly you wanted a penis."
"Uh huh." I moaned, feeling his cock fill me completely. Being reminded of that youthful yearning while every pounding thrust reminded me of my dicklessness sent shivers through my entire body.
"We both did." He continued. "We'd stuff our underwear and call each other boys." He was bringing back memories I had been trying to forget, because they were so painful, because I missed my friend; but now we were together again, now his underwear was stuffed with his own thick cock.
"But I'm done feeling guilty." He kept talking, speeding up the pace of his thrusts. "I'm going to earn that injection. I'm going to pay you back. I'm going to make sure you enjoy this cock every bit as much as I do." I could tell he was getting close, but he was holding himself back from orgasm. He kept thrusting at that steady rapid pace. I felt myself rushing to the precipice of a new kind of climax.
"Oooh." I cried out, gripping onto him with my legs as I reached orgasm. I felt him cum too, but my awareness of it was quickly swept away by a tidal wave of pure bliss. It was unlike anything I'd felt before in my life. I felt it with my entire body, and it rolled on and on.
I gasped and flexed under his relentless pounding. A tingling rapture had taken hold of my body and it was flowing through every inch of me. I wanted to feel this way forever. Gradually I felt him softening, my vagina still twitching around its new best friend.
Alex slipped himself out of me and pulled my body into a warm embrace. Despite the heat of our lovemaking, the cold of the tent and our lack of clothes had left parts of us chilly, so I was more than happy to cuddle against him as he pulled the blankets over us.
"That was incredible." Alex sighed contentedly.
I wiggled against his hard body with glee. "Mm hmm."
"I think you'd make a wonderful mom." He added dreamily.
I just lay there in his arms, but internally my mind was reeling from the potential ramifications of what we'd just done.
In this world everyone is born a girl. Sex is determined by a lottery at the end of grade school. I had a winning ticket, but on the same day as the drawing I started my period, invalidating me for the injection.
After graduation I went on a camping trip with my best friend Alex, who took my place in the lottery and recently completed male development. It's our first time together since the day of the drawing.
Watching Alex chop the wood for our fire, I was struck by the gulf that had grown between our bodies. As girls we had looked like sisters, we could share clothes even though I was a couple inches taller. Now he towered over me, his muscles rippling with each swing of the axe.
My body had grown larger too, but not like his. I'd gained a few inches of height, but most of my development had gone to my hips, my breasts, and my reproductive system.
I'd suffered through over a hundred periods since that first awful experience, but I still hated it every single time. All I could think about now was how it should have been me getting the injection, going to boy school, chopping the wood, never worrying about a monthly cycle.
Alex paused and looked in my direction. I wondered if he knew what was going through my mind. "Do you want a turn?" He asked, offering me the axe and wiping his brow.
"Uh, sure." I said, cautiously stepping up to the stump we'd been using as a chopping block. Alex balanced a round of wood on the stump and backed away. I struggled to lift the axe over my head.
"Whoa, careful." Alex chided me, stepping up and guiding my hands. "Here, hold it near the head until you're ready to swing. It's safer this way."
"I'm holding it the same way you were." I said defensively. I'd been watching him carefully.
"I'm a lot stronger than you are now, it's dangerous to swing an axe around beyond your control." He said it like such a simple safety tip, but it felt like a fist to my ego. I had to learn how to chop wood like a girl because I wasn't strong enough to be like Alex; he won the lottery, now he can swing an axe like a man, and pee where he wants, and pick me up like a child.
What did my body do while he was gaining these abilities? A layer of fat to make me fun to touch, a pair of breasts to make me fun to look at, a menstrual cycle to make me fertile and horny, an arousal response that makes me easy to penetrate; it felt like every change I'd gone through was just a reward for Alex's now manly body to enjoy.
“Are you alright?” He asked. I realized I’d been making a bit of a sour face.
“I’m fine.” I said, trying to believe it. “Just psyching myself up to smash this log apart.” I brought the axe down and felt it thunk deep into the wood. There was even a splintering sound, but it didn’t quite split. I tried to pull the axe out but it was stuck.
“Lift the whole thing up and slam it down.” Alex suggested. I tried, but I could hardly lift the axe and the wood it was stuck in at all.
“Let me help.” Alex offered, taking the handle and easily lifting it to head-level and slamming it back onto the stump. The log split apart with a satisfying crack.
“Thanks.” I said, but internally I was fuming. It felt so unfair. I tried not to let it bother me too much, but it lingered on my mind. I struggled to find anything to say as we set up the tent and roasted dinner together.
We sat around the fire until the sun fully set, our faces lit by the flickering flames. Alex must have seen me shiver, because he moved over to sit next to me and put an arm over my shoulder. His body felt so warm against mine. Was additional body heat another advantage I’d missed out on?
“We should probably go to bed soon.” Alex said. I felt an annoying little flutter in my heart.
We had been avoiding romantic subjects entirely, but now that we were about to share a tent for the night, I was uncomfortably aware of the ambiguity. Would Alex try something? Would I want him to? I couldn’t make up my mind, but I thought up a lot of ways I didn’t want it to go.
“Maybe we could watch the fire a little longer?” I suggested. Why did I feel so uncertain suggesting things to Alex? It almost felt like I was asking for approval from a teacher. I was a couple months older than him, but being side by side now almost made me feel like a child.
“Sure.” He said, squeezing me closer. “Probably good to make sure the fire goes out.” He poked at it for a while, I watched the embers fly up into the night. I felt so little next to Alex, but it felt good. I was warm, and his body was so firm holding on to mine. I didn’t know what to say, so we just watched the fire together in silence.
“Ready for bed?” He asked as the flames died out. I felt the pit again in my stomach. All this stalling and I was still just as unsure as before.
“Sure.” I said, attempting to sound cheerful. I helped him pack up a bit and get the sleeping bags laid out. We brushed our teeth and spit into the coals to help put it out.
There was still a faint glow, so Alex unzipped his pants and pulled out his thing. I’d see them before in pictures, but this was my first time seeing one in real life. It was almost pitch black outside, only the faint light of the stars and moon aided the nothing-glow of the remaining embers, but I still got a sense of its size. It almost seemed unreal the way it just stuck out of him, so long and chubby, like a fat sausage.
He held it in his fingers and aimed at the remains of the fire. I heard more than saw the stream shoot from his dick onto the embers in a sizzling splash. With a few popping hisses the fire was out.
I was thankful for the darkness, because I was sure my face had turned bright red. I couldn’t stand how Alex was showing off his body. It made me hate the twist of fate that had given him my winning ticket, I hated it more than when I got my period. But at the same time it was very possibly the hottest thing I had ever witnessed. I felt a tingle between my legs that was only getting louder. I just saw Alex’s penis, and he’d just used it to put out the fire in a way I could never dream of.
“Sorry, I had to go.” Alex said a bit sheepishly. I’m sure he could tell I was stunned, but I hoped he didn’t know the depths of it.
“It’s fine.” I said, trying to play it cool. “Saves water, right?” I added with an awkward chuckle. I felt like such a dork. My brain was still fixated on the thing that had just happened with the fire and the penis.
In the tent all I could think about was the sexual tension between us. I could feel my body had already made up its mind. I wanted to say something, just to get it out in the open, but I couldn’t think of anything. I just paced awkwardly around the tent, pretending to get ready for bed, but too nervous to take off my clothes.
“Do you want to sleep together?” Alex asked. I felt my face get even redder. What a blunt question. I opened my mouth to reply but no words came out.
“I understand if you don’t, but I think it could be fun.” He added in response to my hesitation. “I haven’t seen a developed woman yet. I’d like you to be my first.” He added.
I felt a gross feeling come over me. A developed woman, that’s what I was to him now. He wanted me to be his first of how many? Was he really using our friendship as an in for sexual experience with a woman?
Though I could use sexual experience too, and Alex’s body was making me feel things I wanted to keep feeling. I looked at his dark outline in the tent, trying to read his invisible expression for a moment.
“Could we turn on a light?” I asked, still feeling tongue tied about the entire sexual situation.
“Of course.” He replied, hanging a dim lantern from the ceiling of the tent. I felt even more nervous in the light, but I also felt more excited. Alex already had his shirt off, and the vision of his nude torso was doing a lot to silence my doubts. His front was so flat and wide, with rippling muscles along his stomach. His body hair was everywhere, a particularly thick line of it ran from his navel into his pants, like a furry path to his penis.
“Yes.” I said at last.
“Hmm?” Alex seemed a bit confused. The way he’d been watching me look at him filled me with an excited nervousness.
“Yes, I want to sleep together.” I clarified, beginning to take off my own shirt.
Now it was Alex’s turn for his face to turn red. I was still in my bra, but I could see his eyes roving hungrily over my chest and middle. A noticeable bulge was forming in the front of his pants.
I took off my own pants and watched the bulge swell as he saw the noticeable flatness of my panties. The way his eyes were glued to my crotch made me a little uncomfortable, I felt an urge to cover myself with my hands.
“Nothing you haven’t seen before, right?” I said with another awkward chuckle.
“It’s different now.” Alex said, eyes still roving my body, but frequently stopping to rest between my legs. “I didn’t realize how little you’d changed since we were girls.”
Hearing him say that felt like a knife, but it also made the horny tingling jump up into a new gear. “I’ve developed.” I said defensively, posturing to highlight my assets.
“Well sure, but…” He gestured at the front of my panties. “Your crotch still looks like a child’s.”
I felt a new surge of hot embarrassment. “What are you talking about? You haven’t even seen it.”
“I can see how flat it is.” He countered. “I mean, do you even get hard?”
“Sort of.” I said meekly. It didn’t really feel right to call it ‘hard’, but I could feel it now as strongly as ever. The needy buzzing feeling in my clit before I had to touch it.
“Would you be willing to try and get hard for me? I’m just so curious.” His face was turning red with a horny embarrassment, but I was fighting to resist the urge to run straight out of the tent. How could I tell him I was already as aroused as I’d ever been in my life?
“I could do something sexy for you, I’m not sure what turns you on.” He had seemed so confident all night, but now I was seeing glimpses of my childhood friend in his awkward courting. His innocent intrigue only made the truth harder to share.
“Are you ‘hard’ now?” He asked. I reached a breaking point, I couldn’t stand his eyes on my crotch for another second, and it felt like if something didn’t touch my clit soon it was going to explode. My hand darted over my panties, holding my hot mound. I couldn’t help giving it a little pressure.
Glancing down at myself made me feel a bit ridiculous, my fingers pressing flat into my underwear only made it more obvious; I’d grown larger, but in so many ways I was the same girl he’d known before the lotto.
My vulva had developed, but it was a linear trajectory from childhood, Alex’s genitals had developed in entirely new ways. How could I blame him for assuming I’d had my own metamorphosis?
I was pulled out of my thought spiral by the sound of Alex laughing. I had to look at him for a moment to understand what was going on. He must have seen my confusion because then he explained himself.
“You already are, aren’t you? Oh wow, I’m so sorry.” He couldn’t help chuckling a little more. “It’s just, I thought your clit would swell up or something. I don’t know. I feel so embarrassed. They don’t teach us about things like this in boy school, this is why I need your help. I’m clueless!”
He was so focused on his own sexual goals he didn’t even realize the effect his words were having on me. I moved my hand in tiny circles, hardly noticeable in the dim of the tent, and stared at my friend, tilting my head back to look up into his eyes.
That should be me scraping the top of the tent with my head, towering over little Alexa, teasing her until she was touching herself infront of me. I should have grown a sexy sausage firehose, she should be the one who only developed puffier labia and a monthly nightmare.
“Sorry for laughing at you.” Alex apologized. I couldn’t help but forgive him, it was an honest reaction. I just hated how real it felt to me. “Is it okay if I take off my pants? They’re getting uncomfortable,” He asked, reaching into the front to adjust himself.
Seeing the way his bulge moved in his jeans made my fingers rub faster. His thing was so big. I could feel the hot nothing of my clit under my hand, I felt like I was melting in the presence of his superior phallus, my panties becoming damp.
I realized I hadn’t answered his question. “Oh, uh, sure.” I said. I saw him notice my hand between my legs, the motion becoming too obvious to hide. I froze like a deer caught in headlights, but I knew he’d seen enough to know what I’d been doing. The urge to run from the tent once again reasserted itself in my mind.
Alex unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the floor. His underwear was tented around the pole of his cock. It was firmly pointing straight out and up from his body. It looked so much bigger now than it had soft. It almost resembled a toddler’s arm, sticking straight out towards me.
He stepped out of his pants as he approached. I felt the hairs stand up on my neck as he loomed over me. There was hardly a foot of space between us anymore. The outline of his cock was only a couple inches from my skin. I was so aroused it was making my pussy twitch.
Without warning he grabbed the wrist of the hand between my legs and pulled it away, placing it on his shoulder. I could feel the muscles of his shoulder flex and bend like taught cables as he leaned closer to my ear.
“I’m going to take off your bra now.” Alex said, before reaching around behind me. I just stood there and let him do it. Wishing desperately I had the courage to put my hand back where it was sorely missed.
He had to look over my shoulder at the clasp, but he managed to take it off quickly. He took it off me gently, admiring my breasts as they were freed. The relief of being braless was eclipsed by the shame and excitement of watching Alex’s face as he saw a real woman’s breasts for the first time.
“Oh.” He said, his eyes had become huge. “Wow.” He seemed at a loss for words. I was feeling more and more uncomfortable. I thought he’d like them, but the way his eyes were roaming my chest was getting unnerving. It was like he was devouring every feature.
“I think I understand what you mean now, you do get hard.” He said, pointing at one of my nipples. The cool air in the tent had made them start to crinkle up the moment he took off my bra.
Hearing him say that made me want to die. I wasn’t even sure if he was being sarcastic, he said it so genuinely. He even had a point, my nipples were one thing that had matured drastically over puberty, and each one poking off my chest in the cool night air easily dwarfed my little clit.
I wasn’t sure what to say, so I just playfully punched Alex in the arm, but it was like hitting the flank of a workhorse. His body had become so firm and unyielding.
“Remember when we used to play-fight?” Alex asked, getting a mischievous look in his eyes.
“That was a long time ago.” We had tussled together a lot as girls, but never in anger.
“You won every time.” He reminded me, I couldn’t help feeling a little glow of pride in that fact. He might be bigger and taller after the injection, but when we were both girls I was undefeated. “I want a rematch.” He added.
I stared at him quizzically, what would that prove? There was no contest between us now. Alex gave me a playful punch like I had done to him, moving slow and gently, but it still made me stumble off balance. He was just so much larger than me now.
“Come on, give me your best shot.” He said, patting his chest aggressively. I didn’t really see the point in fighting like children, but he was being insistent, and I kinda did feel like hitting him again.
I leaned back and slugged him right in the chest. I felt my hand thump into his muscled sternum with no discernible effect.
Alex retaliated by gently slapping at me. I gave him a funny look, what was he doing? I punched him again, really putting my weight into it this time, slamming my fist right into his bicep, but he hardly budged. It actually hurt my wrist a little. Alex just softly slapped at me again.
"You aren't even trying!" I said. I couldn't believe he was fighting me with such little effort. It was insulting.
"I don't want to hurt you more than you're hurting me." He said with a note of arrogance.
"Yeah right, I'm hitting you harder than that. You wanted a fight, show me what you can do." I said, throwing a little kick at his thigh that actually made him stumble a bit.
Alex shrugged his shoulders and gave me a shove. For a moment my feet left the floor of the tent. I flew onto the bedroll and bounced, stunned at what had just taken place. My soft body jiggled with the violence of the throw. I felt a deep yearning inside to know what it was like for him, to be so large and powerful.
He came to stand over me, looking down at my mostly-nude body. "See why I need to go easy on you?" He asked me with a cocky grin.
I swung my leg to kick Alex in the balls, but he grabbed my ankle with his hand and used the leverage to flip me over. He held me in place by my shoulders. I tried to raise an arm to push off the mattress, but he grabbed me by the wrist and pinned it in place over my head.
I rolled to get my other arm out from under my stomach, but he snared that one as well, twisting it to pin it behind me. I was being pressed into the mattress by the small of my back while my other arm was trapped in the wrist he was using for support.
I felt Alex's knee press down between my thighs, dividing my legs. I could feel the cool air of the tent against my panties. I struggled with all my limbs, but could only flail helplessly.
He leaned over me, shifting his weight onto my body. I could feel his breath on my neck, it was hot and heavy with moisture. "Do you give up?" He asked me in a cooly casual voice.
I couldn't bring myself to surrender so easily. I flailed again, pushing against the bed with my legs, but it only pushed my butt into his thigh. I felt a flash of embarrassment squishing against him fruitlessly.
Alex applied a little pressure with his hips, pressing back against my ass. "Oh yeah, you developed quite nicely here too. I certainly would have remembered a butt like this when we were girls." He said, giving it another playful nudge.
He leaned in by my neck again and spoke softly in my ear with a rumbling tone. "I can feel the heat of your pussy on my leg, and I'm not even touching you." My face blushed bright red. I could feel he was right, being pinned by his larger stronger body had lit a fire in me.
"Okay, okay, I give up." I said, trying again to push him off me. Alex let go of my wrists and backed away, allowing me to stand.
I turned to look at Alex and again felt my eyes drawn to the erection tenting his underwear. I had to force my gaze back up to his face.
"Would you mind taking off your panties?" Alex asked me. I had to hesitate for a moment to consider it. Did he just want to look at me, or was he planning on asking for more? In a playful act of compliance I just did it; he'd defeated me, this could be his reward: one sexy favor.
I stepped out of my embarrassingly damp underwear and tossed them in the corner. I faced Alex and widened my stance a bit, tilting my hips to give him a good look at exactly how little had changed down there.
"It's so pink!" He said. I shifted my stance, suddenly hyper aware of my arousal. "It's like your whole pussy is blushing." He gushed. I felt my face flush in response. "Can I touch it?"
"Um, if you want." I wasn't really sure how to feel, but the idea excited me.
Alex walked around behind me and wrapped his arms around my middle. He traced his fingers down from my navel all the way over my mound and finally onto my pussy.
"This feels familiar." He said. His chin was over my shoulder. I could feel his breath on the back of my ear, his voice rumbled at a gentle volume. His entire body was pressed against mine. "I used to touch my clit like this." He added, dipping a finger between my lips. I arched my back and leaned against him, reveling in the stimulation.
"I didn't get this wet, and I didn't cum, but it still felt good." He said, continuing to play with my clit in rapid little circles.
"Mmm Hmm." I groaned, attempting to listen, but getting swept up in the touching.
"It's so little, so different; I used to have a clit like yours, but-" He pressed the bulge of his erection into my backside. "My clit grew up, it's a big boy now."
At that point I whimpered. I'm not proud of it, but that's the sound that came out of my mouth. The feelings of loss, of helplessness, of utter orgasmic bliss, they washed away my ego as I crumpled in Alex's arms.
He was the man, he had the cock, I was the girl he was making cum. His finger swished and swished around my clit until my legs were about to give out from the pleasure.
The next thing I knew my legs did give out. Alex held me up as my strength left me, his fingers working it into a full body experience. I moaned in my girly voice while waves of pleasure washed over me.
As soon as I could stand, I took a few shaky steps and turned back around to face Alex. His dick was hard as ever, there was even a wet spot of precum on his boxers.
“That was quick, the guys from school made it sound like it would take forever.” Alex said. It made me wonder if becoming a boy had made him less intelligent. How did he expect that to make me feel? “I guess I’ve got a gift.” He bragged, taking credit for my orgasm.
“It’s not that big of a deal.” I said, hoping he’d drop it.
“Yeah right, you couldn’t make me cum that fast.” He said, grabbing his cock through his underwear and giving it a squeeze.
I could tell what he was doing, but I was so horny I didn’t care. I wanted to see his penis in the light, I wanted to feel it, I even wanted to taste it.
“Bet I could.” I told him flirtatiously. His face immediately blushed as I called his bluff. I played up my confidence in the situation as I sank to my knees and pulled his underwear down.
His cock sprung free and nearly hit me in the face. It looked so huge up close. I reached out and wrapped my fingers around his shaft. It felt so hot and firm in my hand. A fresh need was blooming between my legs. As interested as I’d been in pictures of dicks, it was nothing compared to the real thing. It was filling me with an electric excitement.
I looked up at Alex, trying to read his expression. My mouth was watering at the idea of sucking on his cock, but I wanted to make sure the mood was right. He was looking down with eager anticipation, a wide smile on his face. I looked him in the eye as I kissed the tip of his dick.
I loved how he felt against my lips, I kissed again more deeply, wrapping my lips around his glans. I could see Alex was enjoying it, which spurred me on to try more. I opened my mouth wide and tried to take him as deep as I could. The way he filled my mouth was incredible, but I had to stop a bit early to keep from gagging.
I couldn’t help thinking how this monster growing out of him had started as a clit just like mine. Now it was large enough to choke me with. While my mouth is full with his member, Alex starts a one-sided conversation with me.
“Did you know it was a leap year?” He asked me out of the blue.
“Hmm?” I hum on his cock, still determined to get him off faster.
“The year of the lottery. It was a leap year.” He clarified. I felt my heart skip a beat, why was he talking about that now, while I had his dick in my mouth? “If it had happened in a regular year, the lottery would have been a day earlier, a day before your period.” He explained.
I was starting to see where he was going with this, but I didn’t know why. It was working to fan my arousal back into a tempest. The combination of his cock on my tongue and the thing he was saying sent my fingers trembling back to my clit.
“You would be the one who got the injection instead of me. That dick you’re choking down wouldn’t exist, instead it would be you who could pee out the fire, you would be the one getting your dick sucked.”
The way he was talking made it hard to focus on the blowjob. More and more of my attention was directed between my legs as I feverishly rubbed at my wounded pride, at the sticky little button slick with his saliva that ached to grow big and hard like the cock in my mouth.
“Oh fuck, you would love it.” He groaned. “This feels so incredible, your mouth is better than anything I could imagine.” I could feel his dick getting harder, tensing. Hearing his pleasure set my fingers rubbing even faster, and made my mouth drool. I could taste the salty wetness of his precum leaking onto my tongue.
I could feel he was getting close, I was too. I sucked on his dick with passion, attempting to coax the cum out of him. Just as we were nearing the end I felt his hand press against my forehead.
“Time’s up.” He said, sliding his dick out of my mouth. I tried to get it back in my mouth, but the hand on my head was too strong. I glared up at him in frustration.
“Come on!” I pouted, stealthily removing my fingers from my womanhood. My pussy was aching for more stimulation, but I knew Alex would grab my hand again if he caught me.
There was a touch-hungry tingle building all over. I wanted to make him cum, I wanted to witness a man’s body experiencing the sort of pleasure I’d imagined so many times. I wanted to hold his cock and feel his fluid, my body craved it.
Alex must have seen the lust in my expression, because he rapidly switched gears from teasing me. His hand moved from my forehead to my chin, forcing me to look up at him past his cock.
“If you’d have me, I would love to take you to bed now.” He said with an odd formality, blushing slightly from his own excitement and nerves.
I looked up from my kneeling position at his feet, eyes roaming the naked, muscular, hairy body of my friend. The taste of his cock still lingering in my mouth. All I could do was nod my head. I wanted my first time to be with the man I could have been, the winning ticket I was denied. I wanted him to make me feel every inch of the difference that had grown between us.
Alex took my hand and helped me up, then swept me off my feet into a princess carry. I felt my heart thump in my chest. We were naked and I was in his arms. My stomach churned with excitement, fear, and awe; the muscles of his arms were so firm under my body, holding me against his hairy chest.
I saw him looking down at me in his arms with a pure wonder that melted my heart. He leaned his head close to mine and spoke to me softly in his deep voice.
"You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen." He told me simply. I felt the blood rush to my face.
"You're just saying that because I'm naked." I deflected, suddenly very aware of my own nudity.
"I'm serious." He said. "I always had a bit of a crush on you when we were girls, but the way you've grown since... It makes my heart race."
I felt my blood pound with a moment of excited shame. The development of every female feature had felt like a further surrender of my childhood dreams. I had hated my hips widening, the tender growth of my breasts, watching my reflection become less and less androgynous. But those same features attracted Alex to me.
He knelt to lay me gently on the bed then laid down beside me. His hands were still on me, roving my skin with a firm appreciation. "Do you mind if I touch your breasts?" He asked as his hands drew close.
"Please do." I replied, feeling a little of my anxiety melt into anticipation. His hands explored my chest, cupping my boobs and squishing them softly. He paid extra attention to my nipples, giving a gentle caress that became a soft squeeze between his thumb and finger.
"Wow, they're so perfect." He said in wonder, entirely absorbed in my chest. It filled me with a sense of pride, but also a feeling of shame; my body did this for him, those boobs had given me nothing but trouble, but for Alex they were perfect.
He rolled on top of me and continued to play with my breasts. I felt his breath again on my neck as he leaned down to give me a kiss there. A tingle shot through me at the touch of his lips. He gave my other nipple a little squeeze as he kissed me again under my ear.
I turned my head towards his and looked him in the eyes. Alex leaned in and kissed me on the lips, holding the kiss with a passionate depth. I felt myself melt for him, and his body pressed harder into me. I felt that glorious cock pressed flat against my mound. I wrapped my legs around his, holding his body against mine.
Alex pushed himself off the bed a little, lifting off me as we broke our kiss. He tilted his hips to line the tip of his cock up with my vagina. I felt a scared little flutter at the anticipation of what was to come, but I also felt achingly hungry for it.
He dragged the head of his dick along my slit until it was pushing nicely against my wet opening. I lifted my hips a bit, pulling aginst him with my legs for leverage. I wanted it pressed there harder, pushed inside.
With a little pressure from his hips Alex made my desire come true. His cock slipped into me, stretching me almost to the point of pain. I'd never felt something so large penetrate me, it made me gasp in shock, but it also felt incredible.
He worked his way deeper, thrusting in and out to coat his cock in my juices. I rocked my hips in time with his thrusts, pulling him deeper with every push until his pelvis was bumping against mine while he fucked me.
Once his cock was fully inside, Alex began to fucking me harder. His whole body flexed and strained as he pumped his cock again and again into my receptive body, and every time my body cried out with a tingle of joy. This, this is what I'd been craving, please just keep going. It felt so right.
"I used to feel guilty." Alex grunted, his breath coming quick from his efforts. "For taking your ticket. I knew how badly you wanted-" He catches his breath for a few thrusts. "How badly you wanted a penis."
"Uh huh." I moaned, feeling his cock fill me completely. Being reminded of that youthful yearning while every pounding thrust reminded me of my dicklessness sent shivers through my entire body.
"We both did." He continued. "We'd stuff our underwear and call each other boys." He was bringing back memories I had been trying to forget, because they were so painful, because I missed my friend; but now we were together again, now his underwear was stuffed with his own thick cock.
"But I'm done feeling guilty." He kept talking, speeding up the pace of his thrusts. "I'm going to earn that injection. I'm going to pay you back. I'm going to make sure you enjoy this cock every bit as much as I do." I could tell he was getting close, but he was holding himself back from orgasm. He kept thrusting at that steady rapid pace. I felt myself rushing to the precipice of a new kind of climax.
"Oooh." I cried out, gripping onto him with my legs as I reached orgasm. I felt him cum too, but my awareness of it was quickly swept away by a tidal wave of pure bliss. It was unlike anything I'd felt before in my life. I felt it with my entire body, and it rolled on and on.
I gasped and flexed under his relentless pounding. A tingling rapture had taken hold of my body and it was flowing through every inch of me. I wanted to feel this way forever. Gradually I felt him softening, my vagina still twitching around its new best friend.
Alex slipped himself out of me and pulled my body into a warm embrace. Despite the heat of our lovemaking, the cold of the tent and our lack of clothes had left parts of us chilly, so I was more than happy to cuddle against him as he pulled the blankets over us.
"That was incredible." Alex sighed contentedly.
I wiggled against his hard body with glee. "Mm hmm."
"I think you'd make a wonderful mom." He added dreamily.
I just lay there in his arms, but internally my mind was reeling from the potential ramifications of what we'd just done.
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We swapped bodies two weeks ago, and I'm discovering it's a lot more difficult living as my dream girl than I'd imagined. Especially when you keep dressing me in lewd outfits and taking advantage at every opportunity. We were supposed to swap back after 24 hours, now I'm worried I could be pregnant!
CW: rape, bondage, abuse
It’s been two weeks since we swapped bodies. When you first suggested it I thought it was the sexiest thing imaginable. I jerked off regularly to the pictures you posted online. The idea of being in full control of your body was just too hot to pass up. My brain ran wild with possibilities.
The swap was supposed to be a one-day thing, twenty four hours in each other’s bodies. It only got complicated when we tried to swap back and nothing happened. Apparently swapability can be disrupted by unprotected sex. You can’t swap with someone else’s sperm inside you, and you can’t swap if you’re pregnant.
I hadn’t been aware of either of those things two weeks ago. I’d been more focused on experiencing my single day as a woman, and one of the things I was most curious about was sex. In retrospect that had been a terrible idea. The guy I hooked up with was awful in bed, he shot his load after two pumps and promptly fell asleep.
As underwhelming as it had been, it was enough to lock me into this body, at least for a few days. I really hoped I wasn’t pregnant, but you reassured me it would be okay. You helped me draft letters explaining a medical leave of absence, and bought me a ticket to come stay with you until we could get everything sorted out.
Traveling in your body had been my first real taste of what was to come. I tried to dress modestly, but I could feel eyes on me all the same. Guys looking away as soon as I glanced in their direction, and others who brazenly stared on anyway.
I stopped for like ten seconds to check the itinerary on my phone and someone grabbed my ass. With all the people shuffling by I couldn’t even tell who it was. That wasn’t the last time I was groped on the trip either.
At first I tried to give people the benefit of the doubt; I was now piloting a fat butt, and it did seem prone to getting in the way. I wasn’t used to having so much junk in my trunk. But at a certain point patterns emerged in the ‘accidental’ contact. I was being casually molested.
I fell asleep on the flight, and when I woke up the guy next to me had his phone pointed at me. He denied he was taking pictures, but I had to take his word for it. I went to the bathroom and was confronted with the beauty in the mirror. It almost made me cry. I saw a woman I would love to watch sleeping next to me, and that woman was me. How could I blame that guy if he was taking pictures?
It was hard not to think about how this was all my fault. I was trapped in this body because of the sperm still swimming inside me, sperm I had invited in. Every creepy interaction and gross exploitation I’d experienced in this body could have been avoided by just keeping my legs together for one day.
I thought things would improve when I got to your place. You were so happy to see me at the airport. I was happy to see my old body, though when we embraced it really drove home how much smaller I’d become. Your new body enveloped me in firm arms and lifted me right off the ground in a twirl. You picked me up like it was effortless, because to you it was.
Things did not improve. You let me haul all the luggage, laughing at how much trouble it gave me. You just leered at my body as I strained, saying how it made my legs look good to flex like that, and to try bending over more.
As much as it irritated me, hearing you say out loud what I knew everyone had been thinking was having an effect on me. Part way through you informing me (at a volume entirely too loud for such a public place) that my ass was a boner factory, I realized all of it was making me wet. Every new gross, awkward comment about my body only made it worse.
By the time we got to the car I was practically panting. I could tell by the look in your eye that you knew exactly what you’d been doing. You kept talking about my body, noting my slender waist and girlish shoulders. You talked about how you didn’t expect your own body to make you so aroused, and I completely understood. When you unzipped your pants to ‘give your dick some room’, I couldn’t stop looking at it.
The first of many blowjobs I’ve given you happened before we even got to the house. I unbuckled my seatbelt to put my head in your lap on the drive home. All you had to do was ask and I did my best to please you. It felt so strange to suck my own cock, but it also felt right in this body. I could feel my arousal guiding me in new directions. The hornier you made me, the more I fantasized about being used.
Making you cum made my whole body buzz. I was so excited for you to take me to the bedroom when we got home, but your interest in sex seemed to pass with your orgasm. When we got to the house all you wanted to do was dress me up, so I had to move all the luggage again, and prepare the closet.
That was nearly two weeks ago. Every day you tell me what to wear, tell me what to do, and have me suck your dick. I’ve gone outside the house a couple times, but every interaction makes me feel dirty and awkward.
It doesn’t help that you dress me so attractively. More than once I’ve caught myself checking out my own body. I know why people look, I look too. I stare at my curves and my mind recalls all the perverted thoughts I’d had looking at pictures before the swap. When men look at me I see the same thoughts run through their minds, it’s written all over their faces.
You haven’t given me clothes yet this morning. We’re in the bathroom and you’re making me take a pregnancy test. I’m wearing a blindfold because you said getting to know the results should be a reward.
You’re standing between my knees, so I can’t close my legs; you’ve got my thumbs held above my head in your iron grip, so I can’t use my arms. I’ve given up pulling against your grasp, even if I had the strength, I’d sooner lift myself off the toilet than bend your arm. I can sense you positioning something between my legs.
“Alright, pee.” You tell me. I try to do it, but the situation is so unnerving I can’t make it start. I try to relax my bladder, but the lack of results only makes me more nervous. You lift my thumbs a little higher and it startles me out of my head.
A wave of embarrassment washes over me as I pee on the test for you. I’m almost glad I can’t see what’s going on. The vision of you leering at me right now would be haunting. I hear you place the test on the sink, then I feel you wipe me dry.
“What’s it say?” I ask, even though I’m sure you’re not going to tell me. I feel like I already know anyway, if it was negative we would have swapped back by now.
“It takes a couple minutes for results.” You say, without releasing my arms. I’m starting to feel pins and needles from having them over my head. “In the meantime, how about an anatomy test?”
You’d done this on one of our first nights together. I thought you were going to finger me or something, but you made me identify all the parts of my vulva. I was proud of how much I’d got right, but you’d been holding a mirror to help me see. It was harder than expected with the blindfold.
“We’ll start with an easy one. What’s this?” You ask me. I feel one of your thick fingers push into me. I have to fight an impulse to try and close my legs, it would only make you laugh to see me struggle.
“My clit.” I say haltingly, your finger has started to move in little patterns.
“Oh, is that what it’s called?” You rub a little faster. “What’s the proper name?”
“Clitoris.” I say. It sounds so clinical. With your question answered you cease the rubbing and move your finger lower.
“What about this?” You ask, pinching one of my pussy lips.
“Labia.” I say, eager for you to let go.
“Inner or outer?” You ask, and I honestly have to guess. I must have guessed right, because your fingers move again.
“How about this right here?” You ask. Your touch is so light, but it still makes me want to squirm.
“My pee hole.” I say uncomfortably. You don’t need to tell me to use the clinical word this time, you just apply a little pressure and I gasp out “urethra”. I hate how you hold me to these arbitrary standards. You knew what I meant.
“Good girl.” You tell me, and somehow it makes me feel worse. “I know you’ll get this next one right, it’s why you’re sitting here in the first place.” I feel your finger push against the opening of my vagina.
“Vagina.” I say, eager to complete the test.
“Not so fast. This is just your opening.” You wiggle your finger for a bit, spreading my wetness around. “This is your vagina.” You tell me as you sink your finger deep inside me.
My body clenches in shock at the sudden penetration, but your finger has no problem sliding through me. You pull your finger out and start to laugh at me.
I try to wait it out, but you just keep laughing harder. “What is it?” I ask eventually.
“Well, forget about the test, I’ll have to find other ways to tease you.” You say cryptically, still laughing.
“What do you mean?” I still can’t see anything and I have no idea what’s going on. Suddenly you release my thumbs and pull off the blindfold. The bright light of the bathroom makes me squint.
“What’s this?” You ask me, holding your finger right in my face. There’s some sort of disgusting red blob stuck to it, like what comes out after a nosebleed. I have no idea what it is, but looking at it makes me want to throw up.
“What is that!? Did you put that inside me?” I ask horrified, which only makes you laugh harder.
“No you dumb bitch, that’s where it came from.” You tell me, wiping your finger off on my thigh. “You’re on your period.”
I’m stunned and confused. “Then why haven’t we swapped back?”
“Because I’ve been cumming in your mouth every day, you’ve got my little swimmers living under your tongue.” You say casually.
“You’ve been doing this on purpose?” Somehow this feels worse than being pregnant. I’m not just stuck until I can get some mifepristone, I’m stuck until you decide to stop inseminating me. Which doesn’t seem likely any time soon. You only seem to be getting more obsessed with using me.
“I wasn’t the one swallowing. You’ve been doing this on purpose.” You say flatly. I feel so hollow and used. Would you keep me in this body for the rest of my life?
“How long will you keep me like this?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. Since taking possession of your body I’d found myself crying much more easily. Not in a cathartic emotional way, just like a reaction, especially when you were being harsh. It was like this body wouldn’t let me stand up for myself.
“Until I get bored of cumming inside you.” You look thoughtful for a bit. “So probably forever.” You look down at the mess you left on my thigh and add: “At least until menopause, I think I’m over having a period.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine. I could be like this for the next thirty years, bleeding through my pussy every month. It was like a mortgage, paid in blood, for the privilege of being breedable.
The first day of my period was worse than I had imagined. It felt like I was dying, or at least sick with something awful; the cramps kept going until I was crying for them to stop. You make sure to remind me I’m perfectly healthy, you say it could be a bad sign if I wasn’t going through this, I should be happy to have such a regular cycle.
You don’t reduce my chores one bit, if anything it feels like you’re being harder on me. You put me in a bunnysuit to clean the house, and make fun of me when you can see my tampon string. You take a pic before you let me know it’s sticking out, and post it somewhere online. I can hear you chuckling about it for hours, every time you check your phone.
The waist of the bunnysuit is absurdly high, coming up to my navel, which puts my wide hips on full display. It has a thong back, which lets my ass cheeks hang out, but digs into me every time I bend over; it makes loading the dishwasher torture. You just take more pictures.
I feel like ten pounds of garbage in a five bag, my clothes squeezing in from every direction. My head hurts, and all the chores are making me exhausted. The way I’m dressed makes it impossible to forget whose body I’m in. Every reflection or glance down shows me the long legs and pinched waist of my dream girl, dressed to show off every curve.
Over the past two weeks I’ve started to resent my arousal. In my old body I loved it, I would look at sexy things just to feel the rush of an erection, something I could tell you also enjoyed in my body. But since the switch I hadn’t experienced a single orgasm. Making myself wet was fun, and unavoidable with the way you dressed me, but it filled me with a yearning for something I was unable to satisfy.
I’d tried touching myself, and it certainly had an effect. I got myself more turned on than I’d known was possible. It was like experiencing color after only knowing black and white. It wasn’t just between my legs, I could get so horny my entire body became touch-hungry and warm. But no matter how long I touched myself, I couldn’t reach climax.
One time as a teenager I’d tried to masturbate by only touching the head of my penis. It felt great, but I didn’t cum, it was like a shepherd's tune: getting higher and higher without ever reaching the next octave. Masturbating in this body was like that tune in stereo surround sound; I could feel it stronger than ever, but I still couldn’t cum.
I knew it was a mental block. I could feel it creep in as soon as I started touching my pussy. Looking at my body felt about the same, in many ways it was even better; I could pose however I wanted, give in to every sick curiosity, and feel the sensations of the moment. But once my attention moved between my legs everything became twisted.
The first time I saw my pussy had been such a rush. I’d dreamed about it for so long, the ultimate destination of nearly all my sexual fantasies. Pulling aside my panties and looking at your most intimate parts got me hotter than I’d ever been in my life. But that’s where it went wrong.
The next part of the fantasies involved penetration, sinking into you, feeling your body envelop my cock. But this body didn’t have a cock, and the same view that revealed your pussy made its absence impossible to deny. My sexual appendage had been replaced with an orifice. I had nothing to penetrate with; at least nothing that could get me off.
If my arousal was riding a horse, this was the part where I got bucked off. Touching the reality of my vagina, rubbing my clit, it felt incredible, but it also made it impossible to ignore the dissonance between my fantasies and reality. I couldn’t fuck my crush anymore. I had endless access to her body, but no way to satisfy my lust. I was dying of thirst at sea.
After hours of drudgery I take a break to use the bathroom. Peeling myself out of the bunnysuit and rolling down my pantyhose is a whole ordeal. I almost worry I won’t make it, I’m practically dancing by the time I sit down. In my old body I could have had my dick out of my zipper before I’d crossed the room. When I turn around I can see the gorgeous mostly-naked woman sitting on the toilet in the mirror looking miserable.
Before I’m finished you barge in on me. Even though you’d just seen me naked earlier that day, I feel overexposed sitting on the toilet with my clothes around my knees. I cover my chest with my arms, which only seems to make you more excited.
“Oh look, you’ve already got a woman’s reflexes.” You tease me.
“What do you want?” I ask. I was so tired, I had hoped I’d at least get a break to pee.
“Gotta check your tampon, it can make you sick if you leave it in too long.” You inform me, gesturing for me to spread my legs. It felt pointless to resist, and I didn’t want to get sick, so I spread my legs as far as I could without letting the bunnysuit touch the floor.
You reach between my legs and give a little tug on the string dangling out of me. I feel something shift uncomfortably inside.
“Yep, you gotta change that. Here.” You hand me the tampon box. I stare at it for a bit. You had put the first one in for me, but you had prepared it out of sight and quickly forced it in. I had needed to get breakfast started, there was no time to teach me how to do it myself.
I thought you’d at least give advice this time, or maybe show me how it’s done, but you just read me your favorite comments from that picture you’d posted, and told me how hilarious it looked as I struggled.
“I thought she said this relationship was ‘no strings attached’!” You read the comment like a standup comedian, but you’re the only one laughing at it. “Time to pull her rip-cord.” Another one reads. “If you pull and let go she says: I’m Trashy Kathy.”
I’m struggling to line up the applicator, but it doesn’t want to go in. The more I try to push and prod, the less it feels like this is the right thing to do. I just want to leave my pussy alone, but I need to get the tampon in place before I can stop.
“Nothing wrong with fucking a girl on her period.” You read another comment before adding: “Oh, and there’s a reply: Hard disagree, keep that nasty ass away from me.” I try to ignore what you’re saying and focus on the task at hand, but end up failing at both.
“What do you think?” You ask directly, making it even more difficult to ignore you. “Do you like fucking girls on their period?”
I look up at you, at your smug grinning face, at the phone that’s probably been taking a video this whole time, at the reflection of my tired girly body in the mirror. I didn’t want to put in the tampon, I didn’t want to have a period, I didn’t want this crampy pussy that was incapable of fucking a girl regardless of her cycle.
I could tell you wanted an answer, so I say what I would have before the swap. “Yeah, actually I think it’s hot.” I try to say it with a disarming confidence, and I can tell it nearly works, but you quickly turn it back against me.
“Mmm, yeah, I can feel it. This body is into that.” You grab at the front of your pants to reposition your growing erection. Seeing your bulge makes me disgusted, and horny, and disgusted at myself for feeling horny.
You take the loaded applicator from my hands and toss it in the trash. “Forget about the tampon, you can work up to that. Just use a pad for today.”
“Okay.” I feel bad that I wasted a tampon failing to take care of myself, but it was a massive relief to be done with it. “Where are the pads?” I ask.
You laugh at me. “This is your house, how should I know? I found the tampons under the sink.”
“My ex left those here.” I try to explain.
“Did your ex use pads?” You ask.
“I’m not sure.” I admit.
“Some boyfriend you were.” You grab a washcloth from the shelf. “Here, put this in your underwear. The bunnysuit should hold it in place.”
It felt so weird and wrong. The washcloth was rough and dry against me. But at this point I was thankful for anything that could let me get on with my life.
Somehow I finish all the housework and still manage to log a few hours of programming to pay the bills. You had used my body to attend a few online meetings, but I was still the one doing all the coding; you just showed off the results, accepted the praise, and cashed the checks.
You spent most of the time while I was busy, when you weren’t harassing me, in front of the television, catching up on anime and playing video games. Today though you seemed particularly preoccupied. You left the house while I was working and came back hours later with a shopping bag. A naive hopeful part of me assumed you got me some actual pads.
I finish the dishes from dinner and we start getting ready for bed. While brushing our teeth you make fun of the bulge the washcloth makes in my bunnysuit. You had made me wear this confining suit all day, I was looking forward to taking it off soon. You’d already dressed down to a pair of boxers. You pull them tight and compare our bulges; even stuffed with a washcloth mine was obviously smaller.
You enter the bedroom behind me, and as soon as we've passed the doorway your hands are on me. I try to turn around, but you won’t let me. You keep my hips forward with one hand, while the other moves up between my breasts to hold my head forward by my jaw.
I feet your lower hand roam my body as you walk me further into the room, shutting the door behind us. I can feel your touch easily through the bunnysuit, and your hands feel familiar with the shape of this body. Your fingers sink into my ass as you squeeze almost too hard, but just right.
“No-” is all I can get out before the hand holding my jaw moves over my mouth, clamping it shut. You force me to my knees and press my face into the carpet. I hear rustling from the shopping bag somewhere behind me.
The next thing I know you’re pulling rope around me. You bind my slender arms together behind my back and tie the rope around my chest, wrapping it around my neck and then down under my breasts, pulling tight so the flesh of my tits was pushed out between the ropes, and the rope encircles my midsection.
Once my arms are immobilized you leave my top half face down on the carpet to tie up my legs. “Why are you doing this?” I ask desperately as you bind my ankles to my thighs.
“Because your body makes me horny.” You tell me. Then you cinch the rope so tight it makes my knee hurt. “Now stop talking or I’ll tighten more.”
Once I’m all tied up you push me into position. You put me on my knees with my ass in the air and my face and chest pressed into the floor. The bunnysuit is digging deep into my butt crack, squeezing the damp and disgusting washcloth hard into my crotch, but there’s nothing I can do.
I’ve almost gathered enough courage to say something when I hear the familiar sound of my pocket knife opening. I try to see what you’re doing, but in the position you’ve put me I can barely see around my own ass. It looks like you’re coming at my rear end with the blade.
I feel you grab my bunnysuit by the thong, pulling it even tighter for a moment, before slicing it loose. The pressure releases as the front of the suit snaps forward to where the rope wraps my waist. I feel something leak out of me as the rag is loosened.
Next you grab a handful of my pantyhose and make another slice with the knife, cutting a wide gash to expose my genitals. I want to scream, but I’m too afraid of what you might do with the blade in your hands. You pull the washcloth out from between my legs and toss it onto the floor next to my face.
“See what you did?” You ask me. I almost don’t answer out of fear of saying something wrong. I feel hot tears roll down my face.
“I’m sorry.” I say eventually, when I couldn’t think of anything better.
“Do you know why you’re bleeding?” You demand an answer.
“Because I’m a girl.” I say it almost like a question. I didn’t know what you wanted from me.
“It’s because you didn’t get pregnant. Your body is going to keep doing this every month until that changes.” I feel your hands on me again, reaching through the hole you cut in my pantyhose to knead the bare flesh of my ass.
“Now I’m going to do my best to help you with that.” You reassure me mockingly. “It’s pretty difficult to get pregnant on your period, so we’re gonna need to get my cum all the way up there.” I can hear you unbuckling your pants, but my ass still blocks most of my view. I strain against the ropes, but there’s nothing I can do, I can barely wiggle my limbs.
I feel your dick press into me through the hole in my pantyhose. You push the head along the outside of my vulva, using your cock like a giant finger to play with me. I can feel it spreading around the sloppy mess I’d made on the rag. You reposition again, and your dick head slides into place just over my vaginal opening. My stomach clenches as the inevitability of my rape becomes clear.
With a little pressure from your hips, your cock begins to slide into me. I open my mouth in a silent cry as fresh tears stream my cheeks. I’m trying to do everything I can to push your dick out of me, but it keeps moving deeper. Despite my fear and horror at the situation, I’m as wet as I’ve ever been; my vagina’s slick walls let you all the way in.
“Jesus Christ” I hear you groan as you feel pussy on your cock for the first time. You buck into me a few times to get a good sense for it. “And I thought your mouth felt good.” You say, pumping a bit more. You aren’t keeping up a rhythm, just sort of reveling in the sensation of fucking me.
Tied up and pinned to the floor there’s nothing for me to do but dwell on the sensations of you raping me through my ruined clothes. I feel like such an idiot. All my life I’d fantasized about experiencing sex as a woman, but the reality was nothing like I’d dreamed. I’d traded away my body, my manhood, my life, for the opportunity to be treated like your fleshlight.
Your hands grip my hips as you start fucking me in earnest. In spite of everything, I feel my arousal continue to climb. After a while it actually starts to feel good, the way your dick fills me up. A fluttery horny feeling is bubbling through me. Even the feeling of my period-sore nipples jostling against the carpet from your pounding starts to feel stimulating.
You’re fucking me harder now, I can feel your balls slap against my vulva. With each thrust my ass gets flattened against your hips, then jiggles back into shape on the backstroke. I have to fight back an urge to moan, I don’t want you to know how much I love what you’re doing to me. After weeks of horny anorgasmia your cock is giving me my first ray of hope.
The pitch goes higher and higher, but I’m still not reaching climax. In my old body I would have cum already, but you’re pushing me into uncharted lands, heights of arousal previously inaccessible.
“Okay.” You say to get my attention. “Since you’ve been such a good bunny today, I’m going to give you a reward. Just know, I’m getting pretty close, if you cum I won’t be able to hold back, you’ll be locking yourself into that body even longer.”
As soon as you’re done talking you lean over me a bit, snaking a hand over my hips and down between my legs. Without missing a thrust, you begin fingering my clit while you fuck me. I can feel my body tense up, I’ve lost all control, with how you’re touching me I’m going to cum whether I want to or not.
The mental block hasn’t gone away, but it can’t stop me now. When the horse bucks this time I start flying. You’ve taken control, I’m just your toy, and you’ve decided it’s time for me to cum.
For the first time since the swap my pussy doesn’t feel like a foreign thing. With my legs and arms bound, and my face pressed to the floor, my pussy is all that I am. I’ve become my vagina, that’s the part of me that matters now, the part you’re fucking, the part that wants this to happen.
I open my mouth and babble profanities in your sweet girlish voice, my pitch undulating with the rhythm of your penetration. “Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck my cunt.”
You pull back and slap me hard on the bottom, I’m certain I can feel a red handprint swelling up. “Shut up.” You grunt at me. I bite my lip to keep quiet, but I can’t help a few moans slipping out.
Your finger moves even faster on my clit, and I can feel your dick tense up. You’re about to cum in me whether I finish or not. I know exactly what you’re feeling, I can almost feel a phantom dick of my own readying to pump itself dry in a massive orgasm.
What finally pushes me over the edge isn’t sympathetic pleasure, or your finger madly rubbing my clit, it’s the realization that I’m being impregnated. You aren’t just fucking me for fun; even if I don’t get pregnant tonight, you’re not going to stop. You’re going to rape a baby into me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m your baby maker, your sex toy, your play thing.
At that moment I wasn’t a man at all, I fully accepted my new body’s destiny, my place in your world. My orgasm crests hardly a second before yours. We both grunt and mash against one another as passion grips us. My arms and legs strain involuntarily against the ropes as my body quivers. My pussy spasms around your cock as you ejaculate, pulling your cum deep into my reproductive system.
Maybe it was the novelty of your body, or the two weeks of agonizing denial, but the experience in that moment was unlike anything else in my entire life. There’s a fullness to the orgasm I’d never thought possible. My body comes alive in a tingling crescendo of ecstasy. I’m panting to catch my breath. Even the wretched smell of the rag by my face has ceased to bother me. You get off my back and I feel a horny pang of emptiness where your dick had been. Some of your cum leaks out and I shiver in delight as it runs over my clit.
I can hear you catching your breath behind me. As exhausted as I was by the encounter, you had been the one thrusting the entire time. You stand up and look down at me, still tied up on the bedroom floor.
“Fuck, you’re a great lay, but you made my dick look like a crime scene.” You say, gesturing at your crotch.
I struggle to my knees and turn around. I can’t stand with my legs bound, but I manage to get into a kneeling position. Your dick looks even worse than I’d imagined. The blood has gotten into your pubic hair and on your scrotum. I can’t see much looking between my legs, but I can tell it’s all over my pussy too.
“Well…” You say, looking at me expectantly.
I look up at you with a tired exhilaration. The top of my bunnysuit is folded under the rope, exposing my tits; the bottom is sliced apart, hanging like a too-small loincloth. My entire body is humming with the afterglow of my first orgasm in weeks, and the most powerful of my entire life. I can’t help it when a little smile crosses my face. I’m not sure what you want, but I want to give it to you.
“Clean up your mess.” You command me, gesturing again to your blood soaked cock. The smile vanishes from my face. You can’t be serious.
You don’t move any closer, so I hobble on my knees to you. Your dick has gone entirely soft, you won’t be getting hard again for a bit. I lean in to give it a kiss, but the smell makes me gag and I have to back off.
I take a deep breath and steady my resolve. As disgusting as it is, it’s not going to kill me, it came from my body, I can do this. I’ve eaten girls out while they were on their period, but this felt different. Your dick was already getting crusty with dried fluids.
I look up at you and try not to think about what I’m putting in my mouth. It doesn’t matter what I want, I need to clean you off. I gag again as your dick crosses my lips, but I keep my composure this time. I close my lips around you and begin to suck.
The taste is even worse than I’d prepared for, but I’m not letting it break me. I channel my disgust back into the task in front of me, licking and sucking the skin of your dick clean. When that’s done I move down to your balls, gently lapping up all the mess.
During and between my ministrations I look up at you. I look into your eyes while cleaning you off, telling you with my face who I’m doing this for. It occurs to me that I’m still very horny; in my previous body that would be unthinkable after an orgasm like that, but in your body it only seemed to move me into a new headspace. I no longer felt the unfulfilled yearning of before, but I was still buzzing with a wet excitement. It makes me squeeze my thighs together while I clean you, wiggling my butt side to side.
Against all my expectations I feel your cock begin to swell against my face. I move back up to it, wrapping my mouth around your dick and coaxing it fuller. I gaze up in wonder as you inflate in my mouth. I can see a hunger in your eyes for your former body. I try to stick my ass out further for you to admire. Making you hard again so soon has me dizzy with self satisfaction, I feel like the sexiest slut in the world at that moment.
When it feels like you’re nearly at your full size I pop your dick out of my mouth and take a chance. “Can I ride you?” I ask as sweetly as I can. I really hope you aren’t going to be upset with me. I just want to try it, feeling you get hard on my tongue has reignited a yearning inside me.
You stare down at me for a moment. I try to pose as attractively as I can in my tattered outfit. My pussy is twitching with anticipation and desire.
“I’m just going to make you clean me off again.” You warn.
“That’s alright. It’s worth it.” I say, nuzzling my face into your crotch. Something inside me broke while you were fucking me. Not physically, but in my mind. I still didn’t feel right in this body, acting this way, but it’s what I want now more than anything. It made me feel so fucking amazing.
You bend down and pick me up by the armpits. I wrap my knees around you for support, I still can’t use my arms due to the rope. You fall backwards onto the bed with me in your arms, and I arch my back to balance on your midsection.
I can feel your dick pushing up behind me, brushing my ass cheeks. I try to wiggle backwards, but I only succeed in grinding into you a bit. You grab my ass with both hands and lift me into position, helping to keep the shreds of the bunnysuit from getting caught between us.
Your cock slips into place as you lower me onto it. I’m so tight from that last orgasm, and you’re not fully hard, but you still manage to push into me a couple inches.
I grind my hips happily into you, thrilled by the sensation of your dick inside me. It’s hard to control my movement with my limbs restrained, but I can still hop with my knees, and I find a rhythm that works for me. My breath comes faster as I feel you get harder still.
On one of my next bounces I feel you slip all the way into me. Once again hard enough to overcome the pressure, and coated in my fluids, your cock has no problem extending its full length in my vagina. I hunch over a bit, rocking slowly on it. I feel like I can sense it reaching to the back, like it’s filling every inch.
“Do the thing with my clit.” I tell you breathlessly, reveling in the moment. I see you hesitate, unsure about rewarding me again. I keep bouncing on you, looking down with my best puppy dog eyes. You reach out your hand and start playing with my clit. I bounce faster, gasping with joy.
You don’t just play with my clit either. With me on top your hands are free to explore my figure, squeeze my rope-bound titties, and play with my butt and thighs. You always keep at least one finger down there though, moving in double time with my bounces.
We can both tell you aren’t going to cum again, you can barely keep up your erection, but you’re plenty hard to give me another orgasm. This time is nearly as good as the last. My pussy clenches so hard it squeezes your dick right out of me. I gasp and moan as you bring me to the second greatest pleasure of my life within an hour of the first.
In my final throes of passion I lose balance and collapse onto you. My breasts press into your chest, my chin rests on your shoulder. My entire body is soft and trembling against you. I snuggle up to you as best I can in my restraints. You wrap your arms around me, first in a hug, and then to work on untying the knots.
CW: rape, bondage, abuse
It’s been two weeks since we swapped bodies. When you first suggested it I thought it was the sexiest thing imaginable. I jerked off regularly to the pictures you posted online. The idea of being in full control of your body was just too hot to pass up. My brain ran wild with possibilities.
The swap was supposed to be a one-day thing, twenty four hours in each other’s bodies. It only got complicated when we tried to swap back and nothing happened. Apparently swapability can be disrupted by unprotected sex. You can’t swap with someone else’s sperm inside you, and you can’t swap if you’re pregnant.
I hadn’t been aware of either of those things two weeks ago. I’d been more focused on experiencing my single day as a woman, and one of the things I was most curious about was sex. In retrospect that had been a terrible idea. The guy I hooked up with was awful in bed, he shot his load after two pumps and promptly fell asleep.
As underwhelming as it had been, it was enough to lock me into this body, at least for a few days. I really hoped I wasn’t pregnant, but you reassured me it would be okay. You helped me draft letters explaining a medical leave of absence, and bought me a ticket to come stay with you until we could get everything sorted out.
Traveling in your body had been my first real taste of what was to come. I tried to dress modestly, but I could feel eyes on me all the same. Guys looking away as soon as I glanced in their direction, and others who brazenly stared on anyway.
I stopped for like ten seconds to check the itinerary on my phone and someone grabbed my ass. With all the people shuffling by I couldn’t even tell who it was. That wasn’t the last time I was groped on the trip either.
At first I tried to give people the benefit of the doubt; I was now piloting a fat butt, and it did seem prone to getting in the way. I wasn’t used to having so much junk in my trunk. But at a certain point patterns emerged in the ‘accidental’ contact. I was being casually molested.
I fell asleep on the flight, and when I woke up the guy next to me had his phone pointed at me. He denied he was taking pictures, but I had to take his word for it. I went to the bathroom and was confronted with the beauty in the mirror. It almost made me cry. I saw a woman I would love to watch sleeping next to me, and that woman was me. How could I blame that guy if he was taking pictures?
It was hard not to think about how this was all my fault. I was trapped in this body because of the sperm still swimming inside me, sperm I had invited in. Every creepy interaction and gross exploitation I’d experienced in this body could have been avoided by just keeping my legs together for one day.
I thought things would improve when I got to your place. You were so happy to see me at the airport. I was happy to see my old body, though when we embraced it really drove home how much smaller I’d become. Your new body enveloped me in firm arms and lifted me right off the ground in a twirl. You picked me up like it was effortless, because to you it was.
Things did not improve. You let me haul all the luggage, laughing at how much trouble it gave me. You just leered at my body as I strained, saying how it made my legs look good to flex like that, and to try bending over more.
As much as it irritated me, hearing you say out loud what I knew everyone had been thinking was having an effect on me. Part way through you informing me (at a volume entirely too loud for such a public place) that my ass was a boner factory, I realized all of it was making me wet. Every new gross, awkward comment about my body only made it worse.
By the time we got to the car I was practically panting. I could tell by the look in your eye that you knew exactly what you’d been doing. You kept talking about my body, noting my slender waist and girlish shoulders. You talked about how you didn’t expect your own body to make you so aroused, and I completely understood. When you unzipped your pants to ‘give your dick some room’, I couldn’t stop looking at it.
The first of many blowjobs I’ve given you happened before we even got to the house. I unbuckled my seatbelt to put my head in your lap on the drive home. All you had to do was ask and I did my best to please you. It felt so strange to suck my own cock, but it also felt right in this body. I could feel my arousal guiding me in new directions. The hornier you made me, the more I fantasized about being used.
Making you cum made my whole body buzz. I was so excited for you to take me to the bedroom when we got home, but your interest in sex seemed to pass with your orgasm. When we got to the house all you wanted to do was dress me up, so I had to move all the luggage again, and prepare the closet.
That was nearly two weeks ago. Every day you tell me what to wear, tell me what to do, and have me suck your dick. I’ve gone outside the house a couple times, but every interaction makes me feel dirty and awkward.
It doesn’t help that you dress me so attractively. More than once I’ve caught myself checking out my own body. I know why people look, I look too. I stare at my curves and my mind recalls all the perverted thoughts I’d had looking at pictures before the swap. When men look at me I see the same thoughts run through their minds, it’s written all over their faces.
You haven’t given me clothes yet this morning. We’re in the bathroom and you’re making me take a pregnancy test. I’m wearing a blindfold because you said getting to know the results should be a reward.
You’re standing between my knees, so I can’t close my legs; you’ve got my thumbs held above my head in your iron grip, so I can’t use my arms. I’ve given up pulling against your grasp, even if I had the strength, I’d sooner lift myself off the toilet than bend your arm. I can sense you positioning something between my legs.
“Alright, pee.” You tell me. I try to do it, but the situation is so unnerving I can’t make it start. I try to relax my bladder, but the lack of results only makes me more nervous. You lift my thumbs a little higher and it startles me out of my head.
A wave of embarrassment washes over me as I pee on the test for you. I’m almost glad I can’t see what’s going on. The vision of you leering at me right now would be haunting. I hear you place the test on the sink, then I feel you wipe me dry.
“What’s it say?” I ask, even though I’m sure you’re not going to tell me. I feel like I already know anyway, if it was negative we would have swapped back by now.
“It takes a couple minutes for results.” You say, without releasing my arms. I’m starting to feel pins and needles from having them over my head. “In the meantime, how about an anatomy test?”
You’d done this on one of our first nights together. I thought you were going to finger me or something, but you made me identify all the parts of my vulva. I was proud of how much I’d got right, but you’d been holding a mirror to help me see. It was harder than expected with the blindfold.
“We’ll start with an easy one. What’s this?” You ask me. I feel one of your thick fingers push into me. I have to fight an impulse to try and close my legs, it would only make you laugh to see me struggle.
“My clit.” I say haltingly, your finger has started to move in little patterns.
“Oh, is that what it’s called?” You rub a little faster. “What’s the proper name?”
“Clitoris.” I say. It sounds so clinical. With your question answered you cease the rubbing and move your finger lower.
“What about this?” You ask, pinching one of my pussy lips.
“Labia.” I say, eager for you to let go.
“Inner or outer?” You ask, and I honestly have to guess. I must have guessed right, because your fingers move again.
“How about this right here?” You ask. Your touch is so light, but it still makes me want to squirm.
“My pee hole.” I say uncomfortably. You don’t need to tell me to use the clinical word this time, you just apply a little pressure and I gasp out “urethra”. I hate how you hold me to these arbitrary standards. You knew what I meant.
“Good girl.” You tell me, and somehow it makes me feel worse. “I know you’ll get this next one right, it’s why you’re sitting here in the first place.” I feel your finger push against the opening of my vagina.
“Vagina.” I say, eager to complete the test.
“Not so fast. This is just your opening.” You wiggle your finger for a bit, spreading my wetness around. “This is your vagina.” You tell me as you sink your finger deep inside me.
My body clenches in shock at the sudden penetration, but your finger has no problem sliding through me. You pull your finger out and start to laugh at me.
I try to wait it out, but you just keep laughing harder. “What is it?” I ask eventually.
“Well, forget about the test, I’ll have to find other ways to tease you.” You say cryptically, still laughing.
“What do you mean?” I still can’t see anything and I have no idea what’s going on. Suddenly you release my thumbs and pull off the blindfold. The bright light of the bathroom makes me squint.
“What’s this?” You ask me, holding your finger right in my face. There’s some sort of disgusting red blob stuck to it, like what comes out after a nosebleed. I have no idea what it is, but looking at it makes me want to throw up.
“What is that!? Did you put that inside me?” I ask horrified, which only makes you laugh harder.
“No you dumb bitch, that’s where it came from.” You tell me, wiping your finger off on my thigh. “You’re on your period.”
I’m stunned and confused. “Then why haven’t we swapped back?”
“Because I’ve been cumming in your mouth every day, you’ve got my little swimmers living under your tongue.” You say casually.
“You’ve been doing this on purpose?” Somehow this feels worse than being pregnant. I’m not just stuck until I can get some mifepristone, I’m stuck until you decide to stop inseminating me. Which doesn’t seem likely any time soon. You only seem to be getting more obsessed with using me.
“I wasn’t the one swallowing. You’ve been doing this on purpose.” You say flatly. I feel so hollow and used. Would you keep me in this body for the rest of my life?
“How long will you keep me like this?” I ask, trying to keep my voice steady. Since taking possession of your body I’d found myself crying much more easily. Not in a cathartic emotional way, just like a reaction, especially when you were being harsh. It was like this body wouldn’t let me stand up for myself.
“Until I get bored of cumming inside you.” You look thoughtful for a bit. “So probably forever.” You look down at the mess you left on my thigh and add: “At least until menopause, I think I’m over having a period.”
A cold shiver ran down my spine. I could be like this for the next thirty years, bleeding through my pussy every month. It was like a mortgage, paid in blood, for the privilege of being breedable.
The first day of my period was worse than I had imagined. It felt like I was dying, or at least sick with something awful; the cramps kept going until I was crying for them to stop. You make sure to remind me I’m perfectly healthy, you say it could be a bad sign if I wasn’t going through this, I should be happy to have such a regular cycle.
You don’t reduce my chores one bit, if anything it feels like you’re being harder on me. You put me in a bunnysuit to clean the house, and make fun of me when you can see my tampon string. You take a pic before you let me know it’s sticking out, and post it somewhere online. I can hear you chuckling about it for hours, every time you check your phone.
The waist of the bunnysuit is absurdly high, coming up to my navel, which puts my wide hips on full display. It has a thong back, which lets my ass cheeks hang out, but digs into me every time I bend over; it makes loading the dishwasher torture. You just take more pictures.
I feel like ten pounds of garbage in a five bag, my clothes squeezing in from every direction. My head hurts, and all the chores are making me exhausted. The way I’m dressed makes it impossible to forget whose body I’m in. Every reflection or glance down shows me the long legs and pinched waist of my dream girl, dressed to show off every curve.
Over the past two weeks I’ve started to resent my arousal. In my old body I loved it, I would look at sexy things just to feel the rush of an erection, something I could tell you also enjoyed in my body. But since the switch I hadn’t experienced a single orgasm. Making myself wet was fun, and unavoidable with the way you dressed me, but it filled me with a yearning for something I was unable to satisfy.
I’d tried touching myself, and it certainly had an effect. I got myself more turned on than I’d known was possible. It was like experiencing color after only knowing black and white. It wasn’t just between my legs, I could get so horny my entire body became touch-hungry and warm. But no matter how long I touched myself, I couldn’t reach climax.
One time as a teenager I’d tried to masturbate by only touching the head of my penis. It felt great, but I didn’t cum, it was like a shepherd's tune: getting higher and higher without ever reaching the next octave. Masturbating in this body was like that tune in stereo surround sound; I could feel it stronger than ever, but I still couldn’t cum.
I knew it was a mental block. I could feel it creep in as soon as I started touching my pussy. Looking at my body felt about the same, in many ways it was even better; I could pose however I wanted, give in to every sick curiosity, and feel the sensations of the moment. But once my attention moved between my legs everything became twisted.
The first time I saw my pussy had been such a rush. I’d dreamed about it for so long, the ultimate destination of nearly all my sexual fantasies. Pulling aside my panties and looking at your most intimate parts got me hotter than I’d ever been in my life. But that’s where it went wrong.
The next part of the fantasies involved penetration, sinking into you, feeling your body envelop my cock. But this body didn’t have a cock, and the same view that revealed your pussy made its absence impossible to deny. My sexual appendage had been replaced with an orifice. I had nothing to penetrate with; at least nothing that could get me off.
If my arousal was riding a horse, this was the part where I got bucked off. Touching the reality of my vagina, rubbing my clit, it felt incredible, but it also made it impossible to ignore the dissonance between my fantasies and reality. I couldn’t fuck my crush anymore. I had endless access to her body, but no way to satisfy my lust. I was dying of thirst at sea.
After hours of drudgery I take a break to use the bathroom. Peeling myself out of the bunnysuit and rolling down my pantyhose is a whole ordeal. I almost worry I won’t make it, I’m practically dancing by the time I sit down. In my old body I could have had my dick out of my zipper before I’d crossed the room. When I turn around I can see the gorgeous mostly-naked woman sitting on the toilet in the mirror looking miserable.
Before I’m finished you barge in on me. Even though you’d just seen me naked earlier that day, I feel overexposed sitting on the toilet with my clothes around my knees. I cover my chest with my arms, which only seems to make you more excited.
“Oh look, you’ve already got a woman’s reflexes.” You tease me.
“What do you want?” I ask. I was so tired, I had hoped I’d at least get a break to pee.
“Gotta check your tampon, it can make you sick if you leave it in too long.” You inform me, gesturing for me to spread my legs. It felt pointless to resist, and I didn’t want to get sick, so I spread my legs as far as I could without letting the bunnysuit touch the floor.
You reach between my legs and give a little tug on the string dangling out of me. I feel something shift uncomfortably inside.
“Yep, you gotta change that. Here.” You hand me the tampon box. I stare at it for a bit. You had put the first one in for me, but you had prepared it out of sight and quickly forced it in. I had needed to get breakfast started, there was no time to teach me how to do it myself.
I thought you’d at least give advice this time, or maybe show me how it’s done, but you just read me your favorite comments from that picture you’d posted, and told me how hilarious it looked as I struggled.
“I thought she said this relationship was ‘no strings attached’!” You read the comment like a standup comedian, but you’re the only one laughing at it. “Time to pull her rip-cord.” Another one reads. “If you pull and let go she says: I’m Trashy Kathy.”
I’m struggling to line up the applicator, but it doesn’t want to go in. The more I try to push and prod, the less it feels like this is the right thing to do. I just want to leave my pussy alone, but I need to get the tampon in place before I can stop.
“Nothing wrong with fucking a girl on her period.” You read another comment before adding: “Oh, and there’s a reply: Hard disagree, keep that nasty ass away from me.” I try to ignore what you’re saying and focus on the task at hand, but end up failing at both.
“What do you think?” You ask directly, making it even more difficult to ignore you. “Do you like fucking girls on their period?”
I look up at you, at your smug grinning face, at the phone that’s probably been taking a video this whole time, at the reflection of my tired girly body in the mirror. I didn’t want to put in the tampon, I didn’t want to have a period, I didn’t want this crampy pussy that was incapable of fucking a girl regardless of her cycle.
I could tell you wanted an answer, so I say what I would have before the swap. “Yeah, actually I think it’s hot.” I try to say it with a disarming confidence, and I can tell it nearly works, but you quickly turn it back against me.
“Mmm, yeah, I can feel it. This body is into that.” You grab at the front of your pants to reposition your growing erection. Seeing your bulge makes me disgusted, and horny, and disgusted at myself for feeling horny.
You take the loaded applicator from my hands and toss it in the trash. “Forget about the tampon, you can work up to that. Just use a pad for today.”
“Okay.” I feel bad that I wasted a tampon failing to take care of myself, but it was a massive relief to be done with it. “Where are the pads?” I ask.
You laugh at me. “This is your house, how should I know? I found the tampons under the sink.”
“My ex left those here.” I try to explain.
“Did your ex use pads?” You ask.
“I’m not sure.” I admit.
“Some boyfriend you were.” You grab a washcloth from the shelf. “Here, put this in your underwear. The bunnysuit should hold it in place.”
It felt so weird and wrong. The washcloth was rough and dry against me. But at this point I was thankful for anything that could let me get on with my life.
Somehow I finish all the housework and still manage to log a few hours of programming to pay the bills. You had used my body to attend a few online meetings, but I was still the one doing all the coding; you just showed off the results, accepted the praise, and cashed the checks.
You spent most of the time while I was busy, when you weren’t harassing me, in front of the television, catching up on anime and playing video games. Today though you seemed particularly preoccupied. You left the house while I was working and came back hours later with a shopping bag. A naive hopeful part of me assumed you got me some actual pads.
I finish the dishes from dinner and we start getting ready for bed. While brushing our teeth you make fun of the bulge the washcloth makes in my bunnysuit. You had made me wear this confining suit all day, I was looking forward to taking it off soon. You’d already dressed down to a pair of boxers. You pull them tight and compare our bulges; even stuffed with a washcloth mine was obviously smaller.
You enter the bedroom behind me, and as soon as we've passed the doorway your hands are on me. I try to turn around, but you won’t let me. You keep my hips forward with one hand, while the other moves up between my breasts to hold my head forward by my jaw.
I feet your lower hand roam my body as you walk me further into the room, shutting the door behind us. I can feel your touch easily through the bunnysuit, and your hands feel familiar with the shape of this body. Your fingers sink into my ass as you squeeze almost too hard, but just right.
“No-” is all I can get out before the hand holding my jaw moves over my mouth, clamping it shut. You force me to my knees and press my face into the carpet. I hear rustling from the shopping bag somewhere behind me.
The next thing I know you’re pulling rope around me. You bind my slender arms together behind my back and tie the rope around my chest, wrapping it around my neck and then down under my breasts, pulling tight so the flesh of my tits was pushed out between the ropes, and the rope encircles my midsection.
Once my arms are immobilized you leave my top half face down on the carpet to tie up my legs. “Why are you doing this?” I ask desperately as you bind my ankles to my thighs.
“Because your body makes me horny.” You tell me. Then you cinch the rope so tight it makes my knee hurt. “Now stop talking or I’ll tighten more.”
Once I’m all tied up you push me into position. You put me on my knees with my ass in the air and my face and chest pressed into the floor. The bunnysuit is digging deep into my butt crack, squeezing the damp and disgusting washcloth hard into my crotch, but there’s nothing I can do.
I’ve almost gathered enough courage to say something when I hear the familiar sound of my pocket knife opening. I try to see what you’re doing, but in the position you’ve put me I can barely see around my own ass. It looks like you’re coming at my rear end with the blade.
I feel you grab my bunnysuit by the thong, pulling it even tighter for a moment, before slicing it loose. The pressure releases as the front of the suit snaps forward to where the rope wraps my waist. I feel something leak out of me as the rag is loosened.
Next you grab a handful of my pantyhose and make another slice with the knife, cutting a wide gash to expose my genitals. I want to scream, but I’m too afraid of what you might do with the blade in your hands. You pull the washcloth out from between my legs and toss it onto the floor next to my face.
“See what you did?” You ask me. I almost don’t answer out of fear of saying something wrong. I feel hot tears roll down my face.
“I’m sorry.” I say eventually, when I couldn’t think of anything better.
“Do you know why you’re bleeding?” You demand an answer.
“Because I’m a girl.” I say it almost like a question. I didn’t know what you wanted from me.
“It’s because you didn’t get pregnant. Your body is going to keep doing this every month until that changes.” I feel your hands on me again, reaching through the hole you cut in my pantyhose to knead the bare flesh of my ass.
“Now I’m going to do my best to help you with that.” You reassure me mockingly. “It’s pretty difficult to get pregnant on your period, so we’re gonna need to get my cum all the way up there.” I can hear you unbuckling your pants, but my ass still blocks most of my view. I strain against the ropes, but there’s nothing I can do, I can barely wiggle my limbs.
I feel your dick press into me through the hole in my pantyhose. You push the head along the outside of my vulva, using your cock like a giant finger to play with me. I can feel it spreading around the sloppy mess I’d made on the rag. You reposition again, and your dick head slides into place just over my vaginal opening. My stomach clenches as the inevitability of my rape becomes clear.
With a little pressure from your hips, your cock begins to slide into me. I open my mouth in a silent cry as fresh tears stream my cheeks. I’m trying to do everything I can to push your dick out of me, but it keeps moving deeper. Despite my fear and horror at the situation, I’m as wet as I’ve ever been; my vagina’s slick walls let you all the way in.
“Jesus Christ” I hear you groan as you feel pussy on your cock for the first time. You buck into me a few times to get a good sense for it. “And I thought your mouth felt good.” You say, pumping a bit more. You aren’t keeping up a rhythm, just sort of reveling in the sensation of fucking me.
Tied up and pinned to the floor there’s nothing for me to do but dwell on the sensations of you raping me through my ruined clothes. I feel like such an idiot. All my life I’d fantasized about experiencing sex as a woman, but the reality was nothing like I’d dreamed. I’d traded away my body, my manhood, my life, for the opportunity to be treated like your fleshlight.
Your hands grip my hips as you start fucking me in earnest. In spite of everything, I feel my arousal continue to climb. After a while it actually starts to feel good, the way your dick fills me up. A fluttery horny feeling is bubbling through me. Even the feeling of my period-sore nipples jostling against the carpet from your pounding starts to feel stimulating.
You’re fucking me harder now, I can feel your balls slap against my vulva. With each thrust my ass gets flattened against your hips, then jiggles back into shape on the backstroke. I have to fight back an urge to moan, I don’t want you to know how much I love what you’re doing to me. After weeks of horny anorgasmia your cock is giving me my first ray of hope.
The pitch goes higher and higher, but I’m still not reaching climax. In my old body I would have cum already, but you’re pushing me into uncharted lands, heights of arousal previously inaccessible.
“Okay.” You say to get my attention. “Since you’ve been such a good bunny today, I’m going to give you a reward. Just know, I’m getting pretty close, if you cum I won’t be able to hold back, you’ll be locking yourself into that body even longer.”
As soon as you’re done talking you lean over me a bit, snaking a hand over my hips and down between my legs. Without missing a thrust, you begin fingering my clit while you fuck me. I can feel my body tense up, I’ve lost all control, with how you’re touching me I’m going to cum whether I want to or not.
The mental block hasn’t gone away, but it can’t stop me now. When the horse bucks this time I start flying. You’ve taken control, I’m just your toy, and you’ve decided it’s time for me to cum.
For the first time since the swap my pussy doesn’t feel like a foreign thing. With my legs and arms bound, and my face pressed to the floor, my pussy is all that I am. I’ve become my vagina, that’s the part of me that matters now, the part you’re fucking, the part that wants this to happen.
I open my mouth and babble profanities in your sweet girlish voice, my pitch undulating with the rhythm of your penetration. “Fuck, fuck, yes, fuck my cunt.”
You pull back and slap me hard on the bottom, I’m certain I can feel a red handprint swelling up. “Shut up.” You grunt at me. I bite my lip to keep quiet, but I can’t help a few moans slipping out.
Your finger moves even faster on my clit, and I can feel your dick tense up. You’re about to cum in me whether I finish or not. I know exactly what you’re feeling, I can almost feel a phantom dick of my own readying to pump itself dry in a massive orgasm.
What finally pushes me over the edge isn’t sympathetic pleasure, or your finger madly rubbing my clit, it’s the realization that I’m being impregnated. You aren’t just fucking me for fun; even if I don’t get pregnant tonight, you’re not going to stop. You’re going to rape a baby into me, and there’s nothing I can do about it. I’m your baby maker, your sex toy, your play thing.
At that moment I wasn’t a man at all, I fully accepted my new body’s destiny, my place in your world. My orgasm crests hardly a second before yours. We both grunt and mash against one another as passion grips us. My arms and legs strain involuntarily against the ropes as my body quivers. My pussy spasms around your cock as you ejaculate, pulling your cum deep into my reproductive system.
Maybe it was the novelty of your body, or the two weeks of agonizing denial, but the experience in that moment was unlike anything else in my entire life. There’s a fullness to the orgasm I’d never thought possible. My body comes alive in a tingling crescendo of ecstasy. I’m panting to catch my breath. Even the wretched smell of the rag by my face has ceased to bother me. You get off my back and I feel a horny pang of emptiness where your dick had been. Some of your cum leaks out and I shiver in delight as it runs over my clit.
I can hear you catching your breath behind me. As exhausted as I was by the encounter, you had been the one thrusting the entire time. You stand up and look down at me, still tied up on the bedroom floor.
“Fuck, you’re a great lay, but you made my dick look like a crime scene.” You say, gesturing at your crotch.
I struggle to my knees and turn around. I can’t stand with my legs bound, but I manage to get into a kneeling position. Your dick looks even worse than I’d imagined. The blood has gotten into your pubic hair and on your scrotum. I can’t see much looking between my legs, but I can tell it’s all over my pussy too.
“Well…” You say, looking at me expectantly.
I look up at you with a tired exhilaration. The top of my bunnysuit is folded under the rope, exposing my tits; the bottom is sliced apart, hanging like a too-small loincloth. My entire body is humming with the afterglow of my first orgasm in weeks, and the most powerful of my entire life. I can’t help it when a little smile crosses my face. I’m not sure what you want, but I want to give it to you.
“Clean up your mess.” You command me, gesturing again to your blood soaked cock. The smile vanishes from my face. You can’t be serious.
You don’t move any closer, so I hobble on my knees to you. Your dick has gone entirely soft, you won’t be getting hard again for a bit. I lean in to give it a kiss, but the smell makes me gag and I have to back off.
I take a deep breath and steady my resolve. As disgusting as it is, it’s not going to kill me, it came from my body, I can do this. I’ve eaten girls out while they were on their period, but this felt different. Your dick was already getting crusty with dried fluids.
I look up at you and try not to think about what I’m putting in my mouth. It doesn’t matter what I want, I need to clean you off. I gag again as your dick crosses my lips, but I keep my composure this time. I close my lips around you and begin to suck.
The taste is even worse than I’d prepared for, but I’m not letting it break me. I channel my disgust back into the task in front of me, licking and sucking the skin of your dick clean. When that’s done I move down to your balls, gently lapping up all the mess.
During and between my ministrations I look up at you. I look into your eyes while cleaning you off, telling you with my face who I’m doing this for. It occurs to me that I’m still very horny; in my previous body that would be unthinkable after an orgasm like that, but in your body it only seemed to move me into a new headspace. I no longer felt the unfulfilled yearning of before, but I was still buzzing with a wet excitement. It makes me squeeze my thighs together while I clean you, wiggling my butt side to side.
Against all my expectations I feel your cock begin to swell against my face. I move back up to it, wrapping my mouth around your dick and coaxing it fuller. I gaze up in wonder as you inflate in my mouth. I can see a hunger in your eyes for your former body. I try to stick my ass out further for you to admire. Making you hard again so soon has me dizzy with self satisfaction, I feel like the sexiest slut in the world at that moment.
When it feels like you’re nearly at your full size I pop your dick out of my mouth and take a chance. “Can I ride you?” I ask as sweetly as I can. I really hope you aren’t going to be upset with me. I just want to try it, feeling you get hard on my tongue has reignited a yearning inside me.
You stare down at me for a moment. I try to pose as attractively as I can in my tattered outfit. My pussy is twitching with anticipation and desire.
“I’m just going to make you clean me off again.” You warn.
“That’s alright. It’s worth it.” I say, nuzzling my face into your crotch. Something inside me broke while you were fucking me. Not physically, but in my mind. I still didn’t feel right in this body, acting this way, but it’s what I want now more than anything. It made me feel so fucking amazing.
You bend down and pick me up by the armpits. I wrap my knees around you for support, I still can’t use my arms due to the rope. You fall backwards onto the bed with me in your arms, and I arch my back to balance on your midsection.
I can feel your dick pushing up behind me, brushing my ass cheeks. I try to wiggle backwards, but I only succeed in grinding into you a bit. You grab my ass with both hands and lift me into position, helping to keep the shreds of the bunnysuit from getting caught between us.
Your cock slips into place as you lower me onto it. I’m so tight from that last orgasm, and you’re not fully hard, but you still manage to push into me a couple inches.
I grind my hips happily into you, thrilled by the sensation of your dick inside me. It’s hard to control my movement with my limbs restrained, but I can still hop with my knees, and I find a rhythm that works for me. My breath comes faster as I feel you get harder still.
On one of my next bounces I feel you slip all the way into me. Once again hard enough to overcome the pressure, and coated in my fluids, your cock has no problem extending its full length in my vagina. I hunch over a bit, rocking slowly on it. I feel like I can sense it reaching to the back, like it’s filling every inch.
“Do the thing with my clit.” I tell you breathlessly, reveling in the moment. I see you hesitate, unsure about rewarding me again. I keep bouncing on you, looking down with my best puppy dog eyes. You reach out your hand and start playing with my clit. I bounce faster, gasping with joy.
You don’t just play with my clit either. With me on top your hands are free to explore my figure, squeeze my rope-bound titties, and play with my butt and thighs. You always keep at least one finger down there though, moving in double time with my bounces.
We can both tell you aren’t going to cum again, you can barely keep up your erection, but you’re plenty hard to give me another orgasm. This time is nearly as good as the last. My pussy clenches so hard it squeezes your dick right out of me. I gasp and moan as you bring me to the second greatest pleasure of my life within an hour of the first.
In my final throes of passion I lose balance and collapse onto you. My breasts press into your chest, my chin rests on your shoulder. My entire body is soft and trembling against you. I snuggle up to you as best I can in my restraints. You wrap your arms around me, first in a hug, and then to work on untying the knots.
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These perfumes can let you live another person's memory, but overexposure can lead to permanent changes.
Smell is the sense most closely linked to memory. I remember reading that somewhere. What I don't understand is how a smell could remind you of someone else's memory.
That's what the new perfume shop advertised: smell-able memories. They called them recreational fragrance. I had trouble believing anything like that could work, but I was too curious to write it off.
Now I was standing in line outside, waiting with all the other curious people in town. The shop was packed, but everyone leaving looked like they'd just had the time of their lives.
Finally I made it to the front of the line, and a friendly sales associate welcomed me in. "Good afternoon sir, have you tried one of our fragrances before?" They asked me, leading me to a wall lined with little glass bottles, each one labelled with a different name in a unique font.
"No." I said, keeping close so they could hear me through the crowded shop. "I just learned this place exists."
"Then you've got to start with a novel sample. Have you ever climbed a mountain?" The associate asked, scanning the wall for something.
I was a little confused. "No, no mountains. What do you mean by a 'novel sample'?"
"An experience you've never had before that you can try as a sample. Novel experiences are very popular, but people also like fragrances for memories. I always suggest new customers start with a novel one, just to clear any doubts." They explained, without pausing their investigation. "Ah, here it is."
I followed them to the end of the wall where there was another line of people waiting to try samples.
"I'm going to leave you here, there will be someone to help you when you get to the front of the line." They handed me a small glass vial with a little drawing of someone standing at the top of a mountain in the background of the label. 'Summit' read the text, in a bold font.
At the end of the line another associate helped prepare a smelling sample from a single drop of the fragrance. I held it to my nose and took a deep breath.
It smelled exactly like the top of the mountain, it took me right back to the moment. I could vividly remember cresting the peak, looking down on the landscape below, feeling the snow sting my face. The smell of cold air, the weight of my pack and winter clothes. I could remember it with crystal clarity.
Another breath and the illusion was shattered. I was back in the fragrance shop. "Wow." I said, thunderstruck by the experience. I stepped to the side and tried to process what I'd just been through.
"First time?" The sample associate asked me. I nodded my head. "Yeah, it's a real trip. There's some wild ones around here too, make sure you check out the back room."
I thanked them and started looking through the shop. The number of options was dizzying. There were so many I wanted to try, but none that seemed worth waiting in line for. Athletic Victory, Roller Coaster, Square Dancing, Childhood Nintendo, Gardening, on and on.
Eventually I got to a curtained off section at the back. I assumed this was the 'back room' I'd been told about. There were several 'Adults Only' signs posted around the entrance.
On the other side there were more shelves of fragrances, but with much more mature themes: Sex on the Beach, Sword-fight, Mutual Masturbation, War Hero; there were even memories of things too dark for me to consider, fragrances for taboos and horrible sorts of torture.
One label in particular caught my attention. It was in with some other sexual fragrances. The label had a female symbol on it, and the title read Horny Girl in a pretty handwritten font. I studied it for a moment before picking it up.
Was this fragrance only for women? I struggled to understand how something like that could work. I had felt like myself during the sample, I was just at the top of a mountain. Would this recall a memory of being with a horny girl?
I took the bottle back to the sampling station, covering the label with my hand out of embarrassment. When the associate prepared the sample I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact.
I took a deep breath and I was instantly transported back to my bedroom. I was sitting at my computer, staring intently at the screen. Between my legs, under my dress, my fingers played with my pussy. The smell of my arousal was thick, I could feel the slick of it on my fingertips. I was reading some sort of porn, but I could barely focus on it, my swollen clit had my full attention; it was all exactly how I remembered it.
Then I was back in the fragrance shop. I cleared my throat and tried to collect my wits. It had felt so real. I looked down at the bottle and considered the price.
One mildly awkward checkout experience later I was on my way home with the little glass bottle in my pocket. I was buzzing with an urge to experience the fragrance again.
Once I got home I made a beeline for my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and sat on my bed. In one hand I held the bottle, in the other a clean washcloth. I carefully saturated part of the cloth with fragrance and laid back on the bed. I held the washcloth to my nose and sharply inhaled.
It was a different memory this time. I was in bed, my boyfriend was staying up to play video games. My hand was inside my pajamas, rubbing my pussy in circles. I felt so needy and wet it almost hurt. The smell of my body wafting up from under the blankets was thick and familiar. I took a deep breath and was pulled into another memory.
Now I was back in the bathroom of my friend's place, we had just been joking around, but I'd gotten so flustered. I'd just gone to the bathroom to pee, but now that I saw how wet I'd become, I felt an urge to touch myself. I stroked my finger around my clit, feeling the slickness. Then I could smell it, wafting up from between my legs. I breathed it in and fell even deeper into my memories.
This time it was when my vibrator had run out of batteries just as I was getting close. I pushed against it harder, but the vibrations were only getting weaker. I put the toy aside and used my fingers, but I could already feel myself losing the orgasm. I moved my fingers faster, trying desperately to compensate for the loss of stimulation; before I could finish, the smell of my needy pussy pulled me deeper still into another remembrance.
I continued on like that, jumping from memory to memory. Always playing with myself but never able to cum. After countless iterations of the same formula, I was ready for a break. I wanted to put down the washcloth and jerk off or something, anything to actually climax.
But there was nothing I could do. Each drop of fragrance was potent enough to trap me into a memory, and I'd soaked the cloth with at least a quarter of the bottle. I was trapped for hours, living one memory after another as a horny girl.
Finally, after what felt like days, I fell into a memory of myself smelling a washcloth. It took me a moment to realize it wasn't a memory at all, I was back in my bedroom.
I put the washcloth aside and sat up. My entire body felt sore. I felt the now familiar ache of arousal between my legs, and on reflex I reached down to start rubbing my pussy. It only felt natural after spending so long trapped in those memories.
My fingers found their target, sinking into my mound to play with my throbbing clit. I was nearly halfway to orgasm before I realized what was wrong with this picture: I shouldn't have a pussy, what happened to my dick!?
Thinking about my missing dick only got me closer though. I'd spent so long being denied in those memories, the urge to finally nudge my little clit over the finish line was overwhelming.
Before much longer I'd done it. My body twitched and moaned as my fingers played in my slick. The voice coming out of my throat sounded familiar, but higher. Not obviously feminine, but no longer masculine.
As I came down from my orgasm I noticed other little differences from when first I'd laid down. My nipples had become larger and thicker, and my hips were wider; the hair on my chest, thighs, and arms had vanished.
I got up to look in the mirror. In many ways my body was unchanged. I'd still look basically the same in my clothes. I studied my face and reached a similar conclusion, though it looked like I could no longer grow facial hair.
The biggest difference was between my legs. I rubbed at the front of my crotch, feeling the damp slit that had replaced my manhood. It felt so strange to cup my pussy with my fingers, to feel the absolute nonexistence of my dick and balls so tangibly.
Even though I'd just made myself cum, thinking about my penis was making me want to cum again. There was something crazy hot about the idea of me having a cock. After spending so long bouncing between memories of drooling over dick, the interest had taken hold of me.
I started stroking my clit between two fingers, up and down like I was jerking off. It was so soft and little compared to my dick; I couldn't hold onto it or squeeze it, push it into things or flex it. But the sensations it gave me were every bit as pleasurable.
More pleasurable actually. I had to lay down to finish because the feelings were making my legs tremble. Even after another orgasm, I kept my hand there, just fondling the wet parts that had taken permanent residence between my thighs.
The smell of the perfume came back to me, but in a new way. It wasn't a memory or a scented oil, it was the smell coming from my own slippery pussy. I put my fingers to my nose and breathed in the horny girl fragrance.
Smell is the sense most closely linked to memory. I remember reading that somewhere. What I don't understand is how a smell could remind you of someone else's memory.
That's what the new perfume shop advertised: smell-able memories. They called them recreational fragrance. I had trouble believing anything like that could work, but I was too curious to write it off.
Now I was standing in line outside, waiting with all the other curious people in town. The shop was packed, but everyone leaving looked like they'd just had the time of their lives.
Finally I made it to the front of the line, and a friendly sales associate welcomed me in. "Good afternoon sir, have you tried one of our fragrances before?" They asked me, leading me to a wall lined with little glass bottles, each one labelled with a different name in a unique font.
"No." I said, keeping close so they could hear me through the crowded shop. "I just learned this place exists."
"Then you've got to start with a novel sample. Have you ever climbed a mountain?" The associate asked, scanning the wall for something.
I was a little confused. "No, no mountains. What do you mean by a 'novel sample'?"
"An experience you've never had before that you can try as a sample. Novel experiences are very popular, but people also like fragrances for memories. I always suggest new customers start with a novel one, just to clear any doubts." They explained, without pausing their investigation. "Ah, here it is."
I followed them to the end of the wall where there was another line of people waiting to try samples.
"I'm going to leave you here, there will be someone to help you when you get to the front of the line." They handed me a small glass vial with a little drawing of someone standing at the top of a mountain in the background of the label. 'Summit' read the text, in a bold font.
At the end of the line another associate helped prepare a smelling sample from a single drop of the fragrance. I held it to my nose and took a deep breath.
It smelled exactly like the top of the mountain, it took me right back to the moment. I could vividly remember cresting the peak, looking down on the landscape below, feeling the snow sting my face. The smell of cold air, the weight of my pack and winter clothes. I could remember it with crystal clarity.
Another breath and the illusion was shattered. I was back in the fragrance shop. "Wow." I said, thunderstruck by the experience. I stepped to the side and tried to process what I'd just been through.
"First time?" The sample associate asked me. I nodded my head. "Yeah, it's a real trip. There's some wild ones around here too, make sure you check out the back room."
I thanked them and started looking through the shop. The number of options was dizzying. There were so many I wanted to try, but none that seemed worth waiting in line for. Athletic Victory, Roller Coaster, Square Dancing, Childhood Nintendo, Gardening, on and on.
Eventually I got to a curtained off section at the back. I assumed this was the 'back room' I'd been told about. There were several 'Adults Only' signs posted around the entrance.
On the other side there were more shelves of fragrances, but with much more mature themes: Sex on the Beach, Sword-fight, Mutual Masturbation, War Hero; there were even memories of things too dark for me to consider, fragrances for taboos and horrible sorts of torture.
One label in particular caught my attention. It was in with some other sexual fragrances. The label had a female symbol on it, and the title read Horny Girl in a pretty handwritten font. I studied it for a moment before picking it up.
Was this fragrance only for women? I struggled to understand how something like that could work. I had felt like myself during the sample, I was just at the top of a mountain. Would this recall a memory of being with a horny girl?
I took the bottle back to the sampling station, covering the label with my hand out of embarrassment. When the associate prepared the sample I couldn't bring myself to make eye contact.
I took a deep breath and I was instantly transported back to my bedroom. I was sitting at my computer, staring intently at the screen. Between my legs, under my dress, my fingers played with my pussy. The smell of my arousal was thick, I could feel the slick of it on my fingertips. I was reading some sort of porn, but I could barely focus on it, my swollen clit had my full attention; it was all exactly how I remembered it.
Then I was back in the fragrance shop. I cleared my throat and tried to collect my wits. It had felt so real. I looked down at the bottle and considered the price.
One mildly awkward checkout experience later I was on my way home with the little glass bottle in my pocket. I was buzzing with an urge to experience the fragrance again.
Once I got home I made a beeline for my bedroom. I stripped off my clothes and sat on my bed. In one hand I held the bottle, in the other a clean washcloth. I carefully saturated part of the cloth with fragrance and laid back on the bed. I held the washcloth to my nose and sharply inhaled.
It was a different memory this time. I was in bed, my boyfriend was staying up to play video games. My hand was inside my pajamas, rubbing my pussy in circles. I felt so needy and wet it almost hurt. The smell of my body wafting up from under the blankets was thick and familiar. I took a deep breath and was pulled into another memory.
Now I was back in the bathroom of my friend's place, we had just been joking around, but I'd gotten so flustered. I'd just gone to the bathroom to pee, but now that I saw how wet I'd become, I felt an urge to touch myself. I stroked my finger around my clit, feeling the slickness. Then I could smell it, wafting up from between my legs. I breathed it in and fell even deeper into my memories.
This time it was when my vibrator had run out of batteries just as I was getting close. I pushed against it harder, but the vibrations were only getting weaker. I put the toy aside and used my fingers, but I could already feel myself losing the orgasm. I moved my fingers faster, trying desperately to compensate for the loss of stimulation; before I could finish, the smell of my needy pussy pulled me deeper still into another remembrance.
I continued on like that, jumping from memory to memory. Always playing with myself but never able to cum. After countless iterations of the same formula, I was ready for a break. I wanted to put down the washcloth and jerk off or something, anything to actually climax.
But there was nothing I could do. Each drop of fragrance was potent enough to trap me into a memory, and I'd soaked the cloth with at least a quarter of the bottle. I was trapped for hours, living one memory after another as a horny girl.
Finally, after what felt like days, I fell into a memory of myself smelling a washcloth. It took me a moment to realize it wasn't a memory at all, I was back in my bedroom.
I put the washcloth aside and sat up. My entire body felt sore. I felt the now familiar ache of arousal between my legs, and on reflex I reached down to start rubbing my pussy. It only felt natural after spending so long trapped in those memories.
My fingers found their target, sinking into my mound to play with my throbbing clit. I was nearly halfway to orgasm before I realized what was wrong with this picture: I shouldn't have a pussy, what happened to my dick!?
Thinking about my missing dick only got me closer though. I'd spent so long being denied in those memories, the urge to finally nudge my little clit over the finish line was overwhelming.
Before much longer I'd done it. My body twitched and moaned as my fingers played in my slick. The voice coming out of my throat sounded familiar, but higher. Not obviously feminine, but no longer masculine.
As I came down from my orgasm I noticed other little differences from when first I'd laid down. My nipples had become larger and thicker, and my hips were wider; the hair on my chest, thighs, and arms had vanished.
I got up to look in the mirror. In many ways my body was unchanged. I'd still look basically the same in my clothes. I studied my face and reached a similar conclusion, though it looked like I could no longer grow facial hair.
The biggest difference was between my legs. I rubbed at the front of my crotch, feeling the damp slit that had replaced my manhood. It felt so strange to cup my pussy with my fingers, to feel the absolute nonexistence of my dick and balls so tangibly.
Even though I'd just made myself cum, thinking about my penis was making me want to cum again. There was something crazy hot about the idea of me having a cock. After spending so long bouncing between memories of drooling over dick, the interest had taken hold of me.
I started stroking my clit between two fingers, up and down like I was jerking off. It was so soft and little compared to my dick; I couldn't hold onto it or squeeze it, push it into things or flex it. But the sensations it gave me were every bit as pleasurable.
More pleasurable actually. I had to lay down to finish because the feelings were making my legs tremble. Even after another orgasm, I kept my hand there, just fondling the wet parts that had taken permanent residence between my thighs.
The smell of the perfume came back to me, but in a new way. It wasn't a memory or a scented oil, it was the smell coming from my own slippery pussy. I put my fingers to my nose and breathed in the horny girl fragrance.
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A woman pilfers a crystal that causes her to grow a dick.
The line in front of the women's restrooms always pisses me off. We all know women take longer in the bathroom, we all know half the population is female, and yet we put the same number of toilets in each room. Sometimes more in the men's room, if you count urinals.
One night, while out drinking, I reached a breaking point. I got up to go to the bathroom, and was confronted with a line at least eight women long.
"Fuck it" I muttered and walked straight into the men's room. I noticed a few odd looks from the women stuck in line, and a bit of surprise from the men inside; but I wasn't here to make a statement, I had business.
The men's room wasn't even close to capacity; most of the urinals were in use, but more than half the stalls were empty. I took one near the back and locked the door.
As I finished up, I couldn't help overhearing a hushed conversation happening in the stall next to mine. It was a wheelchair-accessible stall, all the way against the back wall. It sounded like a couple guys were using it for some sort of drug deal.
"How do I know it works?" The first guy said, barely above a whisper.
"You'll feel it right away, it's immediate." The second reassured him, more casually.
"Then I'll do it here, if it works I'll pay for it." The first guy bargained.
"No way, money first. It works, trust me." There was a brief lull in their conversation, I could only hear a faint shuffling of clothing.
At this point I was done with the stall, but I wasn't ready to leave yet. I wanted to hear what would happen next. I got dressed quietly, so I could be ready to leave in a hurry.
"Alright, here." the first guy said, as they exchanged goods. There was a brief pause, and then he asked even more quietly than before "So I just touch it with my dick?"
I had almost started to feel bad for listening in on a conversation that was clearly none of my business, but now I was curious. What the heck could they be talking about?
"Yeah bro." The second guy said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Just be quick the first time; some guys have a bad reaction, and you don't want to risk a big dose."
"Wait, bad reaction? You didn't say anything about that."
"I just did. It's super rare. Like, if you're allergic to peanuts, but you've never eaten a peanut-"
"Okay, I get it." The first guy cut him off. "Are we done here, or do you want to stay and watch?" He sounded annoyed.
"Easy with the attitude, I'll catch you later." The second guy said and left the stall. I could hear the remaining guy relatch the door and begin fumbling with his belt.
I had a brief temptation to peek under the stall partition, just to see what was going on, but that curiosity was held back by multiple layers of disgust; not least of which was the condition of the bathroom floor.
“Oh fuck!” The guy suddenly shouted, and dropped something small on the floor. He bolted out of the stall and then out of the bathroom.
The dropped item bounced a few times and rolled into my stall, stopping just next to my shoe. It was a hexagonal crystal, about the size of my thumb, that tapered to a point at one end. It was mostly clear, but there was a cloudiness around a few edges.
I reached down to examine it and then paused. Was it really a good idea to touch strange crystals on the men’s room floor? Whatever, I’m going for it.
I picked it up with two fingers and held it to the light. It felt hard and dense, I was pretty sure it was just a rock. A slightly smelly rock, after its tumble on the floor, but otherwise mundane.
I washed and dried it with my hands and pocketed it on my way out. I got a few strange looks from the guys in the room, but it was the same as when I’d come in; confused why there’s a girl in here. I made a brisk exit, avoiding eye contact.
On the way back to my seat, I could overhear the voices from the bathroom talking again, it sounded like an argument.
“Well fine, I’ll give your money back, but you gotta give me the crystal first.” The second guy was saying.
I kept my head down, but I did steal a glance as I walked past. The second guy was looking the other way, but the first looked straight at me. I held eye contact with him casually, I didn’t want to look suspicious. He looked away and hurried into the bathroom. I kept walking calmly until I got to my stool at the bar.
“Care for another drink?” The bartender asked as I returned. Over his shoulder I could see the guy from the bathroom looking around, increasingly agitated.
“Actually I just want to pay my bill.” I said. I settled up at the register and took the subway home. I had been waiting to meet a friend who was running late, so I went to text her on the ride home, but I saw I already had two unread messages:
Amber: “Hey, sorry to cancel last minute but I have to work late” - “I’ll get the check next time”
Well that’s convenient. I texted back:
Me: “Don’t worry about it. I have a weird story for you, call me when you get off work.” I hit send. I spent the rest of the train ride skimming the internet for information about mysterious crystals.
The only illegal crystals I could find were drugs, and those would have dissolved in water when I washed it. As best as I could tell the thing in my pocket was a simple quartz crystal.
I got back to my apartment, locked the door and threw my coat on the hanger. It made a ‘clunk’ when the pocket bumped the wall. I was still a little drunk, and bored, and feeling adventurous; I pulled the crystal out of the pocket and looked at it again.
I didn’t have a dick, but I was pretty familiar with my clit, and that’s basically the same thing, right? I tilted the crystal and thought about what that would feel like. It didn’t seem terribly comfortable, but something about the rigid hardness and flat sides was interesting.
I ran my fingers over it, feeling the stone. Maybe it was all in my head, but I thought I could feel a buzzing sort of energy under the surface, like touching one of those plasma dome things at the science museum.
I pulled off my underwear and sat down on the couch. I swung one leg over the cushions and left the other on the floor, pulling up my skirt so I could see what I was doing. I lowered the prism tip of the crystal between my legs. I’m not sure if I’m just more sensitive down there, but I could really feel that electric buzzing now.
I used one hand to spread my lips, and with the other I touched my clit with the crystal. I had expected it to feel cold, and hard, and maybe a little sharp on the edge; but I didn’t feel any of those things. The only thing I could feel was an instant and incredible orgasm.
“Ougha ahha” I gurgled. I wasn’t even cognizant of what I’d been trying to say, but it was clear I couldn’t make words. My pussy throbbed, clenching over and over without slowing. Almost out of reflex I pulled the crystal away and the orgasm gradually subsided.
I caught my breath on the couch. My face and chest were flushed, and I was already sweaty. What the hell was that? I’d never gone from zero to orgasm, let alone one like that. It just went on and on. I was still basking in the afterglow. No wonder that guy wanted this so badly.
I reached down and felt myself with my fingers, stroking the affected area. Everything felt alright; my clit was swollen, and I was wet all the way to my ass, but nothing felt hurt by the orgasm rock.
I sat for a moment reveling in my new treasure. I held the crystal in my hands and rotated it with my fingers. What a marvelous little thing. I wanted to talk about it with someone, but how do you even share something like that?
Almost as soon as I’d removed the stone from my clit, I felt a building urge to put it back. Eventually laying on the couch and looking at the crystal became boring, and all I could think about was playing with it again.
This time I decided to warm myself up first. I took off my top and got into a comfortable position. I toyed with my nipples, giving little pinches and prods until they were big and rubbery. I stroked my pussy, rubbing deep with my fingers. I was still incredibly wet from before. I held my lips apart and lowered the stone back into place.
It was like all the stars in the universe exploding at the same time. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream as my legs tensed and jerked, nearly knocking me off the couch. A scared little part of me wanted to pull the stone away, but a larger part wanted to feel how far it could take me.
The seconds rolled past, it must have been a minute-long orgasm by the end. Eventually the feeling coming from the crystal faded. My clit felt numb with stimulation. I put the crystal down and caught my breath again.
I felt myself once more with my fingers. The numbness was quickly fading from my clit, and other than feeling even more swollen, it seemed to be fine. Out of a pervy curiosity I tried touching my clit again with the crystal, but there was no reaction. I held the crystal to the light and inspected it; had I used it all up?
My stomach gurgled and I remembered I had skipped dinner. I hadn’t wanted a confrontation from that guy in the bathroom, so I left the bar without eating anything. Well, there should be plenty to eat around here. I got up and headed to the refrigerator.
I opened the door and looked over a couple containers of leftovers. Nothing looked appetizing. The longer I looked the less hungry I felt. The hunger in my belly was becoming a queasiness.
Absent-mindedly I reached under my skirt to scratch an itch, when I felt something that made me freeze. I lifted up the hem and looked down to verify what I had just felt: my clit was more than just swollen, it was growing. Already nearly an inch long. So big that it stuck out past my lips, to poke out like a little… penis.
I closed the refrigerator and examined this new development. It wasn’t poking up like a dick, just sort of out and down, and there was no pee hole or anything. Still, it was weird for my clit to be so big that I could wrap a finger around it.
I held it gently, and it felt really good. I could feel that it wanted more attention. The underside felt especially sensitive. I stroked it a little more and realized that the hood went all the way around now, it had fused below my clit, part of what caused it to poke out.
At this moment my phone rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Amber, I had asked her to call. I thought about ignoring the call and texting an excuse, but as I let it ring I felt guilty, and silly, and answered at the last minute.
“Hey, what’s up?” I said, trying to sound casual.
“Not much, just got off work.” She said, I could hear her leaving the office in the background. “You promised me a weird story?”
“Oh right.” My brain stalled. What do I say? “It’s kind of hard to explain.” I stammered, trying to buy some time for my brain to catch up.
“Well I’ve got nothing to do tonight. Why don't I pick up a pizza and head to your place, we can catch up in person.” She offered.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” I said, nervous about having company over in my current state.
“Come on, it’s the least I can do after leaving you hanging at the bar. Your place is basically on my way home anyhow.” She rationalized.
I couldn’t fault her logic. How hard could hiding one little penis be? And at the mention of pizza my stomach was back to ravenous. That’s exactly what I was craving.
“Alright, you’ve won me over. I’ll let you buy me dinner and bring it to my house.” I said it like I was doing her a favor.
We got off the phone and I started cleaning up. Rearranged the couch cushions, picked my shirt and underwear up off the floor.
I went and got some fresh clothes, but while putting my underwear on I noticed my clit had grown even more in just the few minutes since I last checked. I finished getting dressed and tried not to think about it.
I looked myself over in the mirror. Nothing out of place, I looked the same as when I’d come home. I lifted up my skirt and immediately noticed the little bulge in my underwear.
While I was in the middle of examining myself in the mirror, someone knocked twice at the door, and then tried to let themselves in. I dropped my skirt back down and ran to the door.
I could see Amber standing outside through the peephole, she had a big pizza box in one hand. I unlocked the door and let her in.
“Thanks, this thing is hot!” She exclaimed, rushing through the door.
I made space for her and got us some plates to eat off. My stomach grumbled again, I was starving.
We dug into the pizza, and she told me about her day. I spent most of my time listening and chewing. I tried to prepare myself in the back of my mind for the inevitable questions, but my brain was in too much of an anxious mess to determine a course of action.
“Anyway, so how was your day? You said you had something interesting to tell me about?” She asked.
I took a big bite of pizza to buy a little more time. Think! She clearly could tell something was up, she was giving me a very puzzled look. Amber is my best friend, I didn’t want to keep secrets from her, but I felt nervous sharing something this weird. Where do I even start?
“So, I overheard what I thought was a drug deal, but it was about this crystal, and I stole it, but I think it might have…” I trailed off. She was listening intently, but she looked confused. I decided to start over: “Okay, so you know how sometimes there’s this long line at the bathroom?”
I explained the whole situation, but I stopped short of what happened once I got home. Amber listened patiently through the whole thing, nodding along and eating her pizza.
“Wow.” She said when I was done. “Can I see it?”
“What?”
“The crystal, the one you stole in the men’s room.”
“Oh, yeah.” I dove to the other side of the couch and grabbed it off the coffee table. I handed it to Amber without a second thought. It was only once it was in her hands that I considered the danger I could be putting her in.
She tumbled it in her fingers and inspected it. I felt a cringing embarrassment thinking about the last place it had been.
“I think it’s a quartz crystal.” I offered, remembering what I’d read on the ride home. I really just wanted her to put it down.
“I wanna try something.” She said, getting a mischievous look in her eye. Before I could react she shoved the crystal down the front of her pants.
“No!” I said, a little louder than I’d meant to. She looked up at me quizzically, nothing was happening.
“I guess it doesn’t work on girls.” She joked, putting it back on the table.
“I just told you I got that off the men’s room floor.” I said, still shocked at what had just happened.
“You told me you washed it.” She pointed out.
“Anyway, there was a little more to that story.” I admitted bashfully. I could feel a strong desire to just shut up, but at the same time I couldn’t help but tell her. She looked at me expectantly.
“So after I got home, I tried touching myself with it like you just did.” She kept looking at me. “But it sort of shocked me.” I said nervously. Her eyebrows raised a bit. “And, um, I think I might be growing a penis.” I said, looking her straight in the eye.
“What?” She said in total disbelief. “I could tell you were making something up, but wow, that’s a weird one. It doesn’t even make sense.”
“I’m not lying!” I said, feeling defensive. It felt like such a weird thing to argue about, but it had been really hard to share. I took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m serious. I can show it to you. Honestly I want to now, just to prove I’m not crazy.”
“Whoa, chill out.” She held up her hands. “I’ve seen your vagina before, I can look at it again. This is all just really weird.”
“What, when?”
“When we went swimming last summer, we shared a locker room.”
“Oh, right. Well good, you’ll be able to spot any changes.” I said. I slipped out of my underwear and tossed them into my bedroom.
She smiled with a nervous amusement, but seemed happy to play along. She was sitting on the couch, so I moved the coffee table and stood in front of her, putting her eye-level with my crotch. Then I lifted up the front of my skirt, and watched her eyes go wide.
“No way that’s real!” She exclaimed, reaching out to touch me. I pulled my skirt down in a rush, knocking her hand away.
“It’s real. Ask before you touch.” I chided her.
“May I please touch your penis?” She asked sweetly, looking up at my face with exaggerated innocence.
“Okay, just don’t be weird.” I said, moving back into position.
“Sure, nothing weird about this.” She said sarcastically as she reached out. I leaned over so I could see what she was doing to me.
“Holy cow.” she murmured, grasping my growth and moving it one way then the other. I had a similar reaction, it was so much larger than I remembered. It was still small as far as penises go, even for a flaccid one, but it was gigantic for a clit.
It felt super strange for her to touch it. I was experienced with having my clit touched, but it was weird having it stick out so far from my body. Feeling someone grab it and move it around was completely foreign.
“This is a real penis!” Amber exclaimed, still shocked to discover I had been telling the truth. “What does it feel like?” She asked, then before I could answer went on. “Does it have a pee hole?” She began scrutinizing the tip.
“No, it’s just, like, a huge clit.” I answered, a bit embarrassed. I wasn’t sure how to explain the sensations, I was still feeling them for the first time.
“Well it looks like it has one to me.” She said, pointing it up at my face.
Inside the ring of skin at the tip, right in the middle of the glans, there was a little slit-shaped divot. I couldn’t argue with her, that looked like a pee hole. It all looked a lot like a penis.
I reached down to feel the area below my clit, where my urethra was, but I couldn’t finger it. My clit had grown so large that the skin had fused over the top. I moved my fingers even lower and felt where the fused skin stopped, just before the opening to my vagina.
I felt weird touching myself in front of Amber, so I didn’t probe further, but I guessed my vagina was still intact. Though at the rate things were progressing, who knows how long it would remain that way.
A sinking dread welled up in me at the thought of losing my vagina. At the same time, the sight of my growing penis filled me with a secret thrill.
“Does this mean you can pee standing up?” Amber asked, still marveling at my new appendage.
“I guess so.” I said, reeling from the reality of the situation. Amber’s reaction proved this couldn’t all be in my head, and I was still changing.
“All this happened because of that crystal?” She asked, turning her attention back to the little quartz hexagon. She was so full of questions.
“I don’t know what else could have caused it. The shock was pretty intense.” I felt awkward discussing ‘the shock’.
“Oh my gosh, and you let me put it down my pants!” She gasped, putting everything together. “What if it had shocked me too?”
“I tried to stop you.” I protested. “I’m pretty sure it’s all used up now anyway.” I said offhandedly.
“So it wouldn’t shock you if I touched you again?” She asked me playfully, pointing the crystal at my crotch.
Amber seemed to be taking this whole thing surprisingly lightly. I was still coming to grips with the fact it was actually happening.
“No, I don’t think so. You can test it if you want.” I felt like a fool adding the last part, but I could tell that’s where she was going with this, and I didn’t want her to think I was afraid. More than that, an excited little part of me was just as curious as Amber. I was pretty sure nothing would happen, but what if something did?
She reached out and gingerly touched the head of my dick with it like a magic wand. Nothing happened. I let out a little breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Amber looked a little disappointed.
“Wow, your thing is even bigger than the crystal.” She said, holding the crystal beside my penis. I wasn’t really sure how to feel about that.
“Does your vagina still work?” Amber asked, prodding the crystal a bit lower. I was shocked by her brazen behavior. She was getting carried away.
Before I could think of how to respond, the crystal grazed my opening, and a new wave of energy surged into my pelvis. The crystal fell from Amber’s stunned hand. It bounced off the floor and rolled under the couch.
I let out a low groan, trying hard not to lose my cool. I could feel a massive orgasm pushing through me, but I really didn’t want to cum right in front of my best friend. It felt like one of the only ways the situation could become even more awkward.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” Amber gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth. It seemed the reality of it all was finally hitting her. I tried to reassure her, but it seemed I was once again rendered incoherent by the pure ecstasy coursing through me.
“Donhg… hnngt.” I grunted. My knees were feeling weak, so I sat on the coffee table. The feeling was still building and spreading inside me, it almost felt like a strong g-spot orgasm; the tingling pleasure spread through my whole body, making me dizzy.
The feelings were causing my dick to dribble, even though I was still soft. The sensation of something coming out of my penis was so alien and erotic. Despite my best efforts I was getting incredibly turned on.
My dick began to swell and straighten out as I experienced the start of my first erection. At first it reminded me of my nipples getting hard; like a tightening stiffness that made my flesh swell and take shape. As my dick went from stiff to rigid the feeling shifted though. It almost felt like a muscle flexing hard. Like flexing my tongue to make it stiff, but involuntary, and throughout my entire clit-become-dick.
It wasn’t just getting firm either, it was growing at an incredible rate. Expanding from roughly the size of my thumb to a jumbo-hotdog size, more than half a foot long, in a matter of seconds. I could feel the weight of it as it towered in defiance of gravity, pulling itself up with tension from deep inside my body.
While my penis was growing, my vagina was diminishing. The orgasmic feeling was moving more and more into my cock. I tried to clench my pussy and I barely felt it, but my dick bounced up and down in response.
“Did you do that?” Amber asked, staring at my crotch. She’d been watching the whole thing.
“Yeah.” I admitted. “Not on purpose.” I tried to keep my breathing regular. The orgasmic feeling was still there, but I felt like I had gained some control over it; at least I was able to talk a bit.
“It’s so big now.” She muttered. “What does it feel like?”
I closed my eyes and tried to think of some words, but everything in my head was swimming. I looked back to Amber and opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a weird grunt. I completely lost control.
My dick started jerking and squirting, while my eyes lost focus and rolled back. Amber had been leaning over me, trying to get a good look, which put her right in the line of fire. My load spilled out all over her face and chest. I put a hand over my face in embarrassment.
The last spurts were accompanied by a sickening lurch in my crotch. It felt like something had oozed out of me. I couldn’t really feel my vagina at all anymore, but something had definitely happened down there.
I moved my hand out of my face and tried to assess the situation. Amber was still gasping in shock, thick strings of my cum were hanging off her face and shirt. Between my legs my penis was softening, a little string of semen dripping off the tip.
Under my dick the skin was entirely fused, all the way to my asshole. It hung in a little sack, bulging with what I could only assume were my new balls. I could feel them hanging there, humming with the pleasant lingering feeling of my first ejaculation.
The line in front of the women's restrooms always pisses me off. We all know women take longer in the bathroom, we all know half the population is female, and yet we put the same number of toilets in each room. Sometimes more in the men's room, if you count urinals.
One night, while out drinking, I reached a breaking point. I got up to go to the bathroom, and was confronted with a line at least eight women long.
"Fuck it" I muttered and walked straight into the men's room. I noticed a few odd looks from the women stuck in line, and a bit of surprise from the men inside; but I wasn't here to make a statement, I had business.
The men's room wasn't even close to capacity; most of the urinals were in use, but more than half the stalls were empty. I took one near the back and locked the door.
As I finished up, I couldn't help overhearing a hushed conversation happening in the stall next to mine. It was a wheelchair-accessible stall, all the way against the back wall. It sounded like a couple guys were using it for some sort of drug deal.
"How do I know it works?" The first guy said, barely above a whisper.
"You'll feel it right away, it's immediate." The second reassured him, more casually.
"Then I'll do it here, if it works I'll pay for it." The first guy bargained.
"No way, money first. It works, trust me." There was a brief lull in their conversation, I could only hear a faint shuffling of clothing.
At this point I was done with the stall, but I wasn't ready to leave yet. I wanted to hear what would happen next. I got dressed quietly, so I could be ready to leave in a hurry.
"Alright, here." the first guy said, as they exchanged goods. There was a brief pause, and then he asked even more quietly than before "So I just touch it with my dick?"
I had almost started to feel bad for listening in on a conversation that was clearly none of my business, but now I was curious. What the heck could they be talking about?
"Yeah bro." The second guy said, like it was the most normal thing in the world. "Just be quick the first time; some guys have a bad reaction, and you don't want to risk a big dose."
"Wait, bad reaction? You didn't say anything about that."
"I just did. It's super rare. Like, if you're allergic to peanuts, but you've never eaten a peanut-"
"Okay, I get it." The first guy cut him off. "Are we done here, or do you want to stay and watch?" He sounded annoyed.
"Easy with the attitude, I'll catch you later." The second guy said and left the stall. I could hear the remaining guy relatch the door and begin fumbling with his belt.
I had a brief temptation to peek under the stall partition, just to see what was going on, but that curiosity was held back by multiple layers of disgust; not least of which was the condition of the bathroom floor.
“Oh fuck!” The guy suddenly shouted, and dropped something small on the floor. He bolted out of the stall and then out of the bathroom.
The dropped item bounced a few times and rolled into my stall, stopping just next to my shoe. It was a hexagonal crystal, about the size of my thumb, that tapered to a point at one end. It was mostly clear, but there was a cloudiness around a few edges.
I reached down to examine it and then paused. Was it really a good idea to touch strange crystals on the men’s room floor? Whatever, I’m going for it.
I picked it up with two fingers and held it to the light. It felt hard and dense, I was pretty sure it was just a rock. A slightly smelly rock, after its tumble on the floor, but otherwise mundane.
I washed and dried it with my hands and pocketed it on my way out. I got a few strange looks from the guys in the room, but it was the same as when I’d come in; confused why there’s a girl in here. I made a brisk exit, avoiding eye contact.
On the way back to my seat, I could overhear the voices from the bathroom talking again, it sounded like an argument.
“Well fine, I’ll give your money back, but you gotta give me the crystal first.” The second guy was saying.
I kept my head down, but I did steal a glance as I walked past. The second guy was looking the other way, but the first looked straight at me. I held eye contact with him casually, I didn’t want to look suspicious. He looked away and hurried into the bathroom. I kept walking calmly until I got to my stool at the bar.
“Care for another drink?” The bartender asked as I returned. Over his shoulder I could see the guy from the bathroom looking around, increasingly agitated.
“Actually I just want to pay my bill.” I said. I settled up at the register and took the subway home. I had been waiting to meet a friend who was running late, so I went to text her on the ride home, but I saw I already had two unread messages:
Amber: “Hey, sorry to cancel last minute but I have to work late” - “I’ll get the check next time”
Well that’s convenient. I texted back:
Me: “Don’t worry about it. I have a weird story for you, call me when you get off work.” I hit send. I spent the rest of the train ride skimming the internet for information about mysterious crystals.
The only illegal crystals I could find were drugs, and those would have dissolved in water when I washed it. As best as I could tell the thing in my pocket was a simple quartz crystal.
I got back to my apartment, locked the door and threw my coat on the hanger. It made a ‘clunk’ when the pocket bumped the wall. I was still a little drunk, and bored, and feeling adventurous; I pulled the crystal out of the pocket and looked at it again.
I didn’t have a dick, but I was pretty familiar with my clit, and that’s basically the same thing, right? I tilted the crystal and thought about what that would feel like. It didn’t seem terribly comfortable, but something about the rigid hardness and flat sides was interesting.
I ran my fingers over it, feeling the stone. Maybe it was all in my head, but I thought I could feel a buzzing sort of energy under the surface, like touching one of those plasma dome things at the science museum.
I pulled off my underwear and sat down on the couch. I swung one leg over the cushions and left the other on the floor, pulling up my skirt so I could see what I was doing. I lowered the prism tip of the crystal between my legs. I’m not sure if I’m just more sensitive down there, but I could really feel that electric buzzing now.
I used one hand to spread my lips, and with the other I touched my clit with the crystal. I had expected it to feel cold, and hard, and maybe a little sharp on the edge; but I didn’t feel any of those things. The only thing I could feel was an instant and incredible orgasm.
“Ougha ahha” I gurgled. I wasn’t even cognizant of what I’d been trying to say, but it was clear I couldn’t make words. My pussy throbbed, clenching over and over without slowing. Almost out of reflex I pulled the crystal away and the orgasm gradually subsided.
I caught my breath on the couch. My face and chest were flushed, and I was already sweaty. What the hell was that? I’d never gone from zero to orgasm, let alone one like that. It just went on and on. I was still basking in the afterglow. No wonder that guy wanted this so badly.
I reached down and felt myself with my fingers, stroking the affected area. Everything felt alright; my clit was swollen, and I was wet all the way to my ass, but nothing felt hurt by the orgasm rock.
I sat for a moment reveling in my new treasure. I held the crystal in my hands and rotated it with my fingers. What a marvelous little thing. I wanted to talk about it with someone, but how do you even share something like that?
Almost as soon as I’d removed the stone from my clit, I felt a building urge to put it back. Eventually laying on the couch and looking at the crystal became boring, and all I could think about was playing with it again.
This time I decided to warm myself up first. I took off my top and got into a comfortable position. I toyed with my nipples, giving little pinches and prods until they were big and rubbery. I stroked my pussy, rubbing deep with my fingers. I was still incredibly wet from before. I held my lips apart and lowered the stone back into place.
It was like all the stars in the universe exploding at the same time. I opened my mouth in a soundless scream as my legs tensed and jerked, nearly knocking me off the couch. A scared little part of me wanted to pull the stone away, but a larger part wanted to feel how far it could take me.
The seconds rolled past, it must have been a minute-long orgasm by the end. Eventually the feeling coming from the crystal faded. My clit felt numb with stimulation. I put the crystal down and caught my breath again.
I felt myself once more with my fingers. The numbness was quickly fading from my clit, and other than feeling even more swollen, it seemed to be fine. Out of a pervy curiosity I tried touching my clit again with the crystal, but there was no reaction. I held the crystal to the light and inspected it; had I used it all up?
My stomach gurgled and I remembered I had skipped dinner. I hadn’t wanted a confrontation from that guy in the bathroom, so I left the bar without eating anything. Well, there should be plenty to eat around here. I got up and headed to the refrigerator.
I opened the door and looked over a couple containers of leftovers. Nothing looked appetizing. The longer I looked the less hungry I felt. The hunger in my belly was becoming a queasiness.
Absent-mindedly I reached under my skirt to scratch an itch, when I felt something that made me freeze. I lifted up the hem and looked down to verify what I had just felt: my clit was more than just swollen, it was growing. Already nearly an inch long. So big that it stuck out past my lips, to poke out like a little… penis.
I closed the refrigerator and examined this new development. It wasn’t poking up like a dick, just sort of out and down, and there was no pee hole or anything. Still, it was weird for my clit to be so big that I could wrap a finger around it.
I held it gently, and it felt really good. I could feel that it wanted more attention. The underside felt especially sensitive. I stroked it a little more and realized that the hood went all the way around now, it had fused below my clit, part of what caused it to poke out.
At this moment my phone rang, and I nearly jumped out of my skin. I glanced at the screen and saw it was Amber, I had asked her to call. I thought about ignoring the call and texting an excuse, but as I let it ring I felt guilty, and silly, and answered at the last minute.
“Hey, what’s up?” I said, trying to sound casual.
“Not much, just got off work.” She said, I could hear her leaving the office in the background. “You promised me a weird story?”
“Oh right.” My brain stalled. What do I say? “It’s kind of hard to explain.” I stammered, trying to buy some time for my brain to catch up.
“Well I’ve got nothing to do tonight. Why don't I pick up a pizza and head to your place, we can catch up in person.” She offered.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that.” I said, nervous about having company over in my current state.
“Come on, it’s the least I can do after leaving you hanging at the bar. Your place is basically on my way home anyhow.” She rationalized.
I couldn’t fault her logic. How hard could hiding one little penis be? And at the mention of pizza my stomach was back to ravenous. That’s exactly what I was craving.
“Alright, you’ve won me over. I’ll let you buy me dinner and bring it to my house.” I said it like I was doing her a favor.
We got off the phone and I started cleaning up. Rearranged the couch cushions, picked my shirt and underwear up off the floor.
I went and got some fresh clothes, but while putting my underwear on I noticed my clit had grown even more in just the few minutes since I last checked. I finished getting dressed and tried not to think about it.
I looked myself over in the mirror. Nothing out of place, I looked the same as when I’d come home. I lifted up my skirt and immediately noticed the little bulge in my underwear.
While I was in the middle of examining myself in the mirror, someone knocked twice at the door, and then tried to let themselves in. I dropped my skirt back down and ran to the door.
I could see Amber standing outside through the peephole, she had a big pizza box in one hand. I unlocked the door and let her in.
“Thanks, this thing is hot!” She exclaimed, rushing through the door.
I made space for her and got us some plates to eat off. My stomach grumbled again, I was starving.
We dug into the pizza, and she told me about her day. I spent most of my time listening and chewing. I tried to prepare myself in the back of my mind for the inevitable questions, but my brain was in too much of an anxious mess to determine a course of action.
“Anyway, so how was your day? You said you had something interesting to tell me about?” She asked.
I took a big bite of pizza to buy a little more time. Think! She clearly could tell something was up, she was giving me a very puzzled look. Amber is my best friend, I didn’t want to keep secrets from her, but I felt nervous sharing something this weird. Where do I even start?
“So, I overheard what I thought was a drug deal, but it was about this crystal, and I stole it, but I think it might have…” I trailed off. She was listening intently, but she looked confused. I decided to start over: “Okay, so you know how sometimes there’s this long line at the bathroom?”
I explained the whole situation, but I stopped short of what happened once I got home. Amber listened patiently through the whole thing, nodding along and eating her pizza.
“Wow.” She said when I was done. “Can I see it?”
“What?”
“The crystal, the one you stole in the men’s room.”
“Oh, yeah.” I dove to the other side of the couch and grabbed it off the coffee table. I handed it to Amber without a second thought. It was only once it was in her hands that I considered the danger I could be putting her in.
She tumbled it in her fingers and inspected it. I felt a cringing embarrassment thinking about the last place it had been.
“I think it’s a quartz crystal.” I offered, remembering what I’d read on the ride home. I really just wanted her to put it down.
“I wanna try something.” She said, getting a mischievous look in her eye. Before I could react she shoved the crystal down the front of her pants.
“No!” I said, a little louder than I’d meant to. She looked up at me quizzically, nothing was happening.
“I guess it doesn’t work on girls.” She joked, putting it back on the table.
“I just told you I got that off the men’s room floor.” I said, still shocked at what had just happened.
“You told me you washed it.” She pointed out.
“Anyway, there was a little more to that story.” I admitted bashfully. I could feel a strong desire to just shut up, but at the same time I couldn’t help but tell her. She looked at me expectantly.
“So after I got home, I tried touching myself with it like you just did.” She kept looking at me. “But it sort of shocked me.” I said nervously. Her eyebrows raised a bit. “And, um, I think I might be growing a penis.” I said, looking her straight in the eye.
“What?” She said in total disbelief. “I could tell you were making something up, but wow, that’s a weird one. It doesn’t even make sense.”
“I’m not lying!” I said, feeling defensive. It felt like such a weird thing to argue about, but it had been really hard to share. I took a deep breath and tried again. “I’m serious. I can show it to you. Honestly I want to now, just to prove I’m not crazy.”
“Whoa, chill out.” She held up her hands. “I’ve seen your vagina before, I can look at it again. This is all just really weird.”
“What, when?”
“When we went swimming last summer, we shared a locker room.”
“Oh, right. Well good, you’ll be able to spot any changes.” I said. I slipped out of my underwear and tossed them into my bedroom.
She smiled with a nervous amusement, but seemed happy to play along. She was sitting on the couch, so I moved the coffee table and stood in front of her, putting her eye-level with my crotch. Then I lifted up the front of my skirt, and watched her eyes go wide.
“No way that’s real!” She exclaimed, reaching out to touch me. I pulled my skirt down in a rush, knocking her hand away.
“It’s real. Ask before you touch.” I chided her.
“May I please touch your penis?” She asked sweetly, looking up at my face with exaggerated innocence.
“Okay, just don’t be weird.” I said, moving back into position.
“Sure, nothing weird about this.” She said sarcastically as she reached out. I leaned over so I could see what she was doing to me.
“Holy cow.” she murmured, grasping my growth and moving it one way then the other. I had a similar reaction, it was so much larger than I remembered. It was still small as far as penises go, even for a flaccid one, but it was gigantic for a clit.
It felt super strange for her to touch it. I was experienced with having my clit touched, but it was weird having it stick out so far from my body. Feeling someone grab it and move it around was completely foreign.
“This is a real penis!” Amber exclaimed, still shocked to discover I had been telling the truth. “What does it feel like?” She asked, then before I could answer went on. “Does it have a pee hole?” She began scrutinizing the tip.
“No, it’s just, like, a huge clit.” I answered, a bit embarrassed. I wasn’t sure how to explain the sensations, I was still feeling them for the first time.
“Well it looks like it has one to me.” She said, pointing it up at my face.
Inside the ring of skin at the tip, right in the middle of the glans, there was a little slit-shaped divot. I couldn’t argue with her, that looked like a pee hole. It all looked a lot like a penis.
I reached down to feel the area below my clit, where my urethra was, but I couldn’t finger it. My clit had grown so large that the skin had fused over the top. I moved my fingers even lower and felt where the fused skin stopped, just before the opening to my vagina.
I felt weird touching myself in front of Amber, so I didn’t probe further, but I guessed my vagina was still intact. Though at the rate things were progressing, who knows how long it would remain that way.
A sinking dread welled up in me at the thought of losing my vagina. At the same time, the sight of my growing penis filled me with a secret thrill.
“Does this mean you can pee standing up?” Amber asked, still marveling at my new appendage.
“I guess so.” I said, reeling from the reality of the situation. Amber’s reaction proved this couldn’t all be in my head, and I was still changing.
“All this happened because of that crystal?” She asked, turning her attention back to the little quartz hexagon. She was so full of questions.
“I don’t know what else could have caused it. The shock was pretty intense.” I felt awkward discussing ‘the shock’.
“Oh my gosh, and you let me put it down my pants!” She gasped, putting everything together. “What if it had shocked me too?”
“I tried to stop you.” I protested. “I’m pretty sure it’s all used up now anyway.” I said offhandedly.
“So it wouldn’t shock you if I touched you again?” She asked me playfully, pointing the crystal at my crotch.
Amber seemed to be taking this whole thing surprisingly lightly. I was still coming to grips with the fact it was actually happening.
“No, I don’t think so. You can test it if you want.” I felt like a fool adding the last part, but I could tell that’s where she was going with this, and I didn’t want her to think I was afraid. More than that, an excited little part of me was just as curious as Amber. I was pretty sure nothing would happen, but what if something did?
She reached out and gingerly touched the head of my dick with it like a magic wand. Nothing happened. I let out a little breath I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. Amber looked a little disappointed.
“Wow, your thing is even bigger than the crystal.” She said, holding the crystal beside my penis. I wasn’t really sure how to feel about that.
“Does your vagina still work?” Amber asked, prodding the crystal a bit lower. I was shocked by her brazen behavior. She was getting carried away.
Before I could think of how to respond, the crystal grazed my opening, and a new wave of energy surged into my pelvis. The crystal fell from Amber’s stunned hand. It bounced off the floor and rolled under the couch.
I let out a low groan, trying hard not to lose my cool. I could feel a massive orgasm pushing through me, but I really didn’t want to cum right in front of my best friend. It felt like one of the only ways the situation could become even more awkward.
“Oh no, I’m so sorry.” Amber gasped, clasping her hands over her mouth. It seemed the reality of it all was finally hitting her. I tried to reassure her, but it seemed I was once again rendered incoherent by the pure ecstasy coursing through me.
“Donhg… hnngt.” I grunted. My knees were feeling weak, so I sat on the coffee table. The feeling was still building and spreading inside me, it almost felt like a strong g-spot orgasm; the tingling pleasure spread through my whole body, making me dizzy.
The feelings were causing my dick to dribble, even though I was still soft. The sensation of something coming out of my penis was so alien and erotic. Despite my best efforts I was getting incredibly turned on.
My dick began to swell and straighten out as I experienced the start of my first erection. At first it reminded me of my nipples getting hard; like a tightening stiffness that made my flesh swell and take shape. As my dick went from stiff to rigid the feeling shifted though. It almost felt like a muscle flexing hard. Like flexing my tongue to make it stiff, but involuntary, and throughout my entire clit-become-dick.
It wasn’t just getting firm either, it was growing at an incredible rate. Expanding from roughly the size of my thumb to a jumbo-hotdog size, more than half a foot long, in a matter of seconds. I could feel the weight of it as it towered in defiance of gravity, pulling itself up with tension from deep inside my body.
While my penis was growing, my vagina was diminishing. The orgasmic feeling was moving more and more into my cock. I tried to clench my pussy and I barely felt it, but my dick bounced up and down in response.
“Did you do that?” Amber asked, staring at my crotch. She’d been watching the whole thing.
“Yeah.” I admitted. “Not on purpose.” I tried to keep my breathing regular. The orgasmic feeling was still there, but I felt like I had gained some control over it; at least I was able to talk a bit.
“It’s so big now.” She muttered. “What does it feel like?”
I closed my eyes and tried to think of some words, but everything in my head was swimming. I looked back to Amber and opened my mouth to say something, but all that came out was a weird grunt. I completely lost control.
My dick started jerking and squirting, while my eyes lost focus and rolled back. Amber had been leaning over me, trying to get a good look, which put her right in the line of fire. My load spilled out all over her face and chest. I put a hand over my face in embarrassment.
The last spurts were accompanied by a sickening lurch in my crotch. It felt like something had oozed out of me. I couldn’t really feel my vagina at all anymore, but something had definitely happened down there.
I moved my hand out of my face and tried to assess the situation. Amber was still gasping in shock, thick strings of my cum were hanging off her face and shirt. Between my legs my penis was softening, a little string of semen dripping off the tip.
Under my dick the skin was entirely fused, all the way to my asshole. It hung in a little sack, bulging with what I could only assume were my new balls. I could feel them hanging there, humming with the pleasant lingering feeling of my first ejaculation.
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A man is sent to live in another reality where he was born into a different body. First his self-image must be molded by his mysterious captor to match his new form.
A set of three magical piercings, and a bottle of memories, gradually transform him, while he struggles to understand the depths of the changes.
Have you ever had one of those dreams where you realize you’re dreaming? I always wake up right after the realization, like the shock of it breaks the illusion. But this dream was different, backwards almost.
I can’t remember how it started, it was like my subconscious pulled my conscious mind into the dream at the moment of realization. My first memory is of saying “This is a dream?” right as it all clicked.
It made sense why I was confused, it was different than any dream I’d ever had before. It almost felt more real than being awake.
It was like all my senses perceived the area around me in perfect clarity; the colors and brush strokes of every painting along the walls, the smell of soap and stale blood lingering under a foreign perfume, the sweat on my own skin. Even my emotions felt heightened, I was afraid.
I was seated in some sort of tattoo chair, my arms and legs restrained with heavy straps. The parlor looked hygienic enough, but it was cluttered with pictures and objects from what must have been decades of use.
Standing over me was the person I intuitively understood to be my captor. We had just been talking, or so I felt, but I had no memory of the conversation.
I couldn’t tell their ethnicity or gender, I wasn’t even sure they were human. They had smooth pale skin with intensely blue eyes. Their ears came up to gentle points, and their hair was a shimmery white-gray, falling flat and straight like a cascade of liquid silver.
They were wearing some sort of long shirt over a pair of short pants, and every visible inch of skin was covered in tattoos and piercings. Most depicted things I had no understanding of. A bemused smirk lingered on their lips.
“Yes and no, you’ve crossed into the realm of night, the land of dreams.” They spoke in a lilting voice that was gratingly condescending.
“But this is a dream, like none of this is real?” I tried to clarify.
My captor let out a chirping laugh “This is very real for me, I live here. But no, we are not in your reality. You’ve been sentenced to a new one, I’m here to guide you there.” They stated matter-of-factly.
“Sentenced, what are you talking about?” I asked, pulling a little against the straps. I was held fast, but they weren’t uncomfortably tight.
“By the Court of Night, they reviewed a plea for justice and granted benefaction in the form of these three rings.” They explained, uncurling the long fingers of their hand to show me three polished golden rings.
“None of that makes sense.” I objected, struggling harder. “What are those rings for, and why am I tied down?”
They must have felt my rising panic, because their demeanor took a sudden shift “I’m so sorry, I didn’t intend to scare you. I know it can be disorienting when you first recover awareness. The rest of this dream will come back with time.” They closed their hand and looked me in the eye. Their irises were impossibly blue, like rings of deep sapphire gemstone. “These rings are attuned to your new reality, once they’re in place your body will adjust to fit.”
They looked to the side and I followed their gaze to a cluttered desk near the back, standing above the papers was a round glass bottle with a stoppered lid. It was filled with something that looked like water, but it gave off a soft pale light. The light cast a shifting mottled pattern that reminded me of the shadows cast by clouds.
“That bottle over there holds the memories and experiences that are missing from your mind.” They held up three slender fingers. “Mind, body, soul. You’re taking the place of yourself in this new reality, so the soul is constant. The rings align your body, and the bottle completes your mind. After that my duty is complete. I’ll escort you back to your body and you can wake up.”
They spelled out the whole process with a simple directness that felt designed to put me at ease. I tried to focus on the content of what they were telling me. “So you’ve got me tied down so you can put those rings on me?” I asked, balling my hands into fists.
The smirk came back to their face “In a sense. These are meant to be worn as piercings.” They said, stepping right up to me. They raised their hand and snapped their fingers. I instantly found myself completely naked.
Honestly I couldn’t remember what I’d been wearing before, dreams can be like that. But suddenly my attention was drawn to my complete lack of clothing. My dick and balls were clearly visible, and the restraints hindered any attempts at modesty. My discomfort seemed to amuse my captor.
“No need to feel shy. I’m a professional.” They lifted one ring from their palm and twisted it. The metal bent in their bare hands, splitting cleanly at the tension point into a sort of spiral shape.
They affixed a hollow needle to one end of the twisted ring. “This is going to pinch a bit.” They warned me.
I balled my fists even tighter and tried to think of something to do or say, but all I could do was watch in shock. My captor moved too fast for me to do much else. In one motion they leaned over my chest, pinched my left nipple between two fingers, and ran the needle through it with their other hand. I felt an intense searing pinch, like stepping on a nail nipple first.
“Augh fuck!” I grunted, but they were absorbed by the task at hand and took no notice. They pulled the ring through and removed the needle, then bent the ring back into place, as effortlessly as bending a paperclip.
The moment the ring was back to its proper shape there was a flash of light, and the metal was whole again, an unbroken loop. At the same instant the pain disappeared, replaced at first with a numbness, and then a growing tingle.
The tingle spread from my nipple and down into my chest. It felt good, too good. Like a hot bath when you’re shivering cold; the shock of heat creates a blissful torture.
“Ooh, fuck.” I groaned and stretched my side. The discomfort was fading, but the pleasure kept building. Deep into my chest, along the muscles, back up through my pec, exploding from the tip of my nipple, where the slim golden ring dangled off me.
My nipple became stiff and swollen, growing larger than I’d ever seen it. As it firmed up, it gripped the ring harder, which intensified the erotic feeling shooting through my chest. My dick responded, stiffening and lengthening as the feeling became more intense.
The flesh under the piercing pulsed in time to my heart beat, swelling and shrinking. Like a rising tide, each swell came larger than the last, until my nipple rested atop a new mound of breast tissue.
“Ooooh…” I moaned as the euphorea waned. My cock was rock hard, and I had been pushed to the precipice of orgasm, but I had no way to stimulate myself over the edge. The ring was still filling me with warm tingles, but they didn’t have the same erotic energy as before.
I looked down at my chest and recoiled at the sight. The right side of my chest looked the same as before, but the left had been transformed. My pec had been replaced with what looked like a woman’s breast. Hairless and bulbous, with a thick erect nipple—the golden ring pierced through the base.
The force of my reaction caused my chest to jiggle. The difference in density between flesh and gold caused the ring to tug a little with each change in direction. “What are you doing to me?” I wailed.
“Preparing you for your new reality.” They replied calmly, moving to my other side. “Your body is quite different there.” They prepared the next ring as they talked, showing little interest in our conversation.
“And in this new reality I’m a woman?” I asked, trying to make sense of what was happening to me.
“It’s a reality where you were born with a very different body.” They said as they pierced my second nipple. There was a brief pause as they fixed the ring and I squirmed in pain. “These rings are enchanted to adjust your self-image.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, still determined to get some answers. My head was fuzzy from the new burst of erotic energy. My dick was leaking precum, but I still hadn’t reached climax. The intense feelings in my chest were holding me at the edge.
“The way you see yourself in your mind’s eye, how you appear in dreams, your subconscious awareness of your own body.” They walked around to stand between my legs.
“Wait, wait, wait!” I pleaded. “Do we need to be in such a rush?” I was stalling for time, but I also wanted more information.
They paused and considered my plea “I guess we have a little time to talk.” Their piercing blue eyes met mine again. Suddenly it became very difficult to think of what to say. There was too much pressure, and my mind was foggy from the disorienting effects of the rings.
“Why does it feel so good?” I blurted out. It was the biggest question on my mind, but it felt too embarrassing to talk about.
A wry smile briefly crossed their lips “The rings are attuned to your new reality. Self-image is built on experiences and sensation; what you’re feeling is years of sensation all rushing into your mind at once. The enchantment dulls the pain, but the pleasure all comes through.” They stated, like it made everything clear.
They resumed the task at hand. I sat in a panic’d silence, trying to think of another question as they prepared the final ring.
“This is a dream though, couldn’t you just snap your fingers and change my body?” I asked, doing my best to think through the haze.
“Yes and no. I could change how you look in this dream, but it would cease the moment you wake up. These change your very concept of self.” They said, gesturing with the last gold ring. “Close your eyes and picture yourself on the beach.” They asked me.
As nervous as I was to close my eyes with them so close to me, I didn’t feel like it was a trick. Even if it was, I was at their mercy regardless. I closed my eyes and pictured myself on the beach.
The waves were crashing on the shore. I was barefoot in the sand. My swim trunks were damp from saltwater, and my top was clinging to my breasts. Wait, that’s not right, I swim shirtless. That made me think about people looking at me, seeing my chest.
“Do you understand now?” They asked me. I opened my eyes, they were placing the needle onto the last ring.
“Where are those thoughts coming from? I don’t think like that.” I stammered, coming up with another question.
“That’s exactly how you think now that you’ve absorbed some of the experiences from your new reality. The rings don’t really change your physical body, they change your self-image. It’s that shift that changes the body of your dream-self.”
I tried not to panic, but I found their explanation very unsettling. I tried to imagine myself with my chest as I remembered it, and it came to mind just fine. Masculine and broad, covered in coarse hair, little bumpy nipples. But it was a memory, like remembering my last haircut.
When I looked down I was confronted with what my chest is now: round bulging breasts, virtually hairless, topped with wide tall nipples—each one gripping a slim golden ring with excited tissue.
I let out a groan of misery, imagining that happening to my dick, existing only as a memory. I looked at it, lifting my head a little to see over my breasts. The tip was almost purple with desire. I was still teetering on the edge of climax. If what they said was true, these could be our last moments together.
“Hey, I know this is a weird request, but is there any way you could help me cum just one more time before it’s gone?” I pleaded. My face must have been beet red in embarrassment. I wanted one more ejaculation to remember it by. And even if it was all just a dream, I really wanted to get off. The suspense was bordering on agony.
“Don’t worry, this will help.” They said, pinching a bit of the skin just under the head of my dick and piercing it in the same instant.
The burst of pain would have normally doused my arousal, but I was so close it was almost a turn-on. I prepared myself for what could be my last orgasm with my penis, as a flash united the final ring.
The tingling energy surged through me even more powerfully than before. It raced down my shaft and settled deep into my balls, making my cock twitch and ache.
The power pushed me even closer to climax, but at the same time it felt like the peak was getting higher. Meanwhile I could see my dick sinking lower, shrinking closer to my body. I craned my head to get a better look at what was happening to me.
My balls were pulled up tight to my body, and my dick was standing straight up, hard as a rock, but no larger than it used to be when flaccid.
The energy was flowing down into my pelvis too, causing the flesh to plump up on either side of my junk. It pushed my balls out, but it made my penis look even smaller.
The pleasure continued to build. I was well past the point where I would have usually shot my load. My hands gripped the padded armrests and my legs tensed. My cock began to twitch involuntarily, pulling on my balls with each contraction. It was like I was cumming, but my arousal was still building.
A particularly strong contraction lasted several seconds, and accompanied the sensation of warm honey flowing up from my balls. It happened twice more, filling me with immense satisfaction. It almost felt like a slow-motion ejaculation in reverse.
Each contraction caused my balls to shrink, until they completely vanished between the sides of my growing mound. Only my penis remained, poking straight out the top of the crack.
A moment later another pulse of contractions made my dick twitch and leak. My precum had become clear and copious, running down my shaft and pooling in my new crevice.
Each time my dick flexed, it pointed a little lower, and flexed a little less, until it was aiming straight down and no longer responded to the contractions.
The vision of my dick sinking away was heart wrenching, but the sensation was utterly orgasmic. Better than orgasmic, I never knew such pleasure was possible. Even though my dick had stopped responding to the clenching pulse, my orgasm kept going, rolling deep into my pelvic floor.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, as I finally crested the peak. In that same moment I felt my dick come apart. The thin fleshy line that ran from the tip of my dick to the base of my balls unfused, splitting to form my inner lips.
I was too absorbed in the moment to take note of it at the time, but an awareness had blossomed in my mind not only of my new shape, but of my new anatomy. I understood that I no longer had a penis, I had a clitoris. I no longer had a scrotum, I had labia. Even if I looked away or closed my eyes, it wouldn’t have mattered. The change was happening inside my head.
At the absolute zenith of my orgasmic series I felt myself ejaculate. Just one little spurt of thin watery fluid, which promptly leaked down my butt.
I gasped for air, catching my breath after what felt like minutes of blissful torture. My pussy was drenched, and still humming with erotic energy, but it didn’t feel like it was building up to anything now.
I looked down at my crotch. All I could see from my seated position was the very top of my slit, with a little golden ring poking out to mark my clit. I leaned back with a resigned sigh. At least they were done sticking needles through me.
“I’ll remove the restraints now, you’ve been very good.” My captor told me, pressing a lever at the base of the chair with their foot. My hands and feet were suddenly freed.
I rubbed my wrists and looked around. “I guess I’m a woman now.” I grunted, stepping to my feet. I wobbled a bit on my still-shaky legs.
“That’s a question you must answer with your heart.” They told me as they walked over to the desk and retrieved the bottle of memories. “The rings will continue to change your body gradually, but this will hasten it greatly. As your mind absorbs the memories of your new reality, it molds your self-image directly.” They looked from the bottle back to me, and they studied my expression for a moment. “Whether or not you come to know yourself as a woman, you have lived a life as a man, secure and complete in your gender. There will always be that part of you in your mind.”
I could tell they were trying to help, but it only made me feel more confused. I nodded my head and reached for the softly glowing bottle. For a moment I thought about smashing it, even if they had a spell to undo it, I just wanted some way to rebel against this whole scheme.
They must have sensed something was up, because they pulled the bottle back before I could reach it and gave me a warning. “This bottle holds another person’s mind. Be very gentle with it. Once you begin drinking you must continue until you’ve ingested every drop. You can pause if you must, but I will not let you stop until it’s finished.”
They handed the bottle to me with great gravitas. It felt much lighter than I’d expected, as if it was empty. I looked at the mottled glowing water in the bottle and then back to my captor.
“What happens after I finish it?” I asked, feeling nervous about beginning something they wouldn’t let me stop.
“You will lose consciousness.” They answered simply, then continued. “You will dream the memories you’re about to ingest, and then you’ll wake up in your new reality.”
“So there will be another person in my head?” I asked. I didn’t understand how this double-memory situation could work.
“Just one person. One person with two sets of memories. In one you were sentenced to a new reality, in the other you asked for a dream of another life.” They explained. I still wasn’t sure what they were saying.
Seeing my blank stare they continued. “To the person in that bottle, your entire life, up to and including now, is a dream they are currently having.” I nodded and they went on “Once you ingest the memories, you will fall asleep, and you will have a dream that includes their entire life.” I nodded again, so far so good. “Once you wake up you will be one person with two memories of their life.” They finished.
I understood what they were telling me, at least in principle, but I couldn’t understand how that was different from two people sharing one body. I would have to see for myself. It didn’t seem like I had much choice in the matter.
I uncorked the bottle and took a deep breath. “I guess this is goodbye.” I told my captor. They just returned a thin smile.
I held the bottle to my lips and took a cautious sip. It tasted like nothing, like perfectly clear water, but it filled my head with feelings. Events, ideas, things I couldn’t process. It made my head swim, and filled me with a sort of intoxicated feeling.
The fluid trickled down my throat, and the energy from the rings surged. I was covered in a vaguely itchy sensation as nearly all my body hair vanished back into my skin.
“You must keep drinking.” My captor warned, not allowing me to get distracted. I put the bottle to my lips again for a deeper swallow.
This time I felt my hips swell with energy and begin to expand. They pushed outward, changing the shape of my pelvis and widening my stance. I stumbled a little, but regained my composure and took another drink.
This time my musculature rearranged itself, thinning my arms and bolstering my new hips. I could feel my center of gravity shift even further. Another gulp and all the fat on my body flowed into a curvier shape, filling in for lost muscle mass.
All the redistribution of weight made me stumble again, worse this time. I had to brace myself on the chair to remain standing. I wanted to stop drinking, the changes were too intense. I tried to put down the bottle but they grabbed my arm.
“You must keep drinking.” They repeated, much more forcefully this time. I complied, putting the bottle to my lips once more. They held it there for me as I chugged mouthful after mouthful.
My fingers grew slender, my feet shrunk down, my hair cascaded past my shoulders. Gulp after gulp I felt the shape of my new life take form in my mind, bending my image until I became a perfect copy.
I swallowed the last bit as I felt my throat tingle with energy. I knew I’d be asleep soon, or awake, or however it worked. I lowered the bottle and tried to open my mouth to speak, but I found myself falling backwards. My captor waved goodbye as they tilted out of view.
The world spun around me and everything went black. I collapsed onto a distant mattress, at home in my new life.
A set of three magical piercings, and a bottle of memories, gradually transform him, while he struggles to understand the depths of the changes.
Have you ever had one of those dreams where you realize you’re dreaming? I always wake up right after the realization, like the shock of it breaks the illusion. But this dream was different, backwards almost.
I can’t remember how it started, it was like my subconscious pulled my conscious mind into the dream at the moment of realization. My first memory is of saying “This is a dream?” right as it all clicked.
It made sense why I was confused, it was different than any dream I’d ever had before. It almost felt more real than being awake.
It was like all my senses perceived the area around me in perfect clarity; the colors and brush strokes of every painting along the walls, the smell of soap and stale blood lingering under a foreign perfume, the sweat on my own skin. Even my emotions felt heightened, I was afraid.
I was seated in some sort of tattoo chair, my arms and legs restrained with heavy straps. The parlor looked hygienic enough, but it was cluttered with pictures and objects from what must have been decades of use.
Standing over me was the person I intuitively understood to be my captor. We had just been talking, or so I felt, but I had no memory of the conversation.
I couldn’t tell their ethnicity or gender, I wasn’t even sure they were human. They had smooth pale skin with intensely blue eyes. Their ears came up to gentle points, and their hair was a shimmery white-gray, falling flat and straight like a cascade of liquid silver.
They were wearing some sort of long shirt over a pair of short pants, and every visible inch of skin was covered in tattoos and piercings. Most depicted things I had no understanding of. A bemused smirk lingered on their lips.
“Yes and no, you’ve crossed into the realm of night, the land of dreams.” They spoke in a lilting voice that was gratingly condescending.
“But this is a dream, like none of this is real?” I tried to clarify.
My captor let out a chirping laugh “This is very real for me, I live here. But no, we are not in your reality. You’ve been sentenced to a new one, I’m here to guide you there.” They stated matter-of-factly.
“Sentenced, what are you talking about?” I asked, pulling a little against the straps. I was held fast, but they weren’t uncomfortably tight.
“By the Court of Night, they reviewed a plea for justice and granted benefaction in the form of these three rings.” They explained, uncurling the long fingers of their hand to show me three polished golden rings.
“None of that makes sense.” I objected, struggling harder. “What are those rings for, and why am I tied down?”
They must have felt my rising panic, because their demeanor took a sudden shift “I’m so sorry, I didn’t intend to scare you. I know it can be disorienting when you first recover awareness. The rest of this dream will come back with time.” They closed their hand and looked me in the eye. Their irises were impossibly blue, like rings of deep sapphire gemstone. “These rings are attuned to your new reality, once they’re in place your body will adjust to fit.”
They looked to the side and I followed their gaze to a cluttered desk near the back, standing above the papers was a round glass bottle with a stoppered lid. It was filled with something that looked like water, but it gave off a soft pale light. The light cast a shifting mottled pattern that reminded me of the shadows cast by clouds.
“That bottle over there holds the memories and experiences that are missing from your mind.” They held up three slender fingers. “Mind, body, soul. You’re taking the place of yourself in this new reality, so the soul is constant. The rings align your body, and the bottle completes your mind. After that my duty is complete. I’ll escort you back to your body and you can wake up.”
They spelled out the whole process with a simple directness that felt designed to put me at ease. I tried to focus on the content of what they were telling me. “So you’ve got me tied down so you can put those rings on me?” I asked, balling my hands into fists.
The smirk came back to their face “In a sense. These are meant to be worn as piercings.” They said, stepping right up to me. They raised their hand and snapped their fingers. I instantly found myself completely naked.
Honestly I couldn’t remember what I’d been wearing before, dreams can be like that. But suddenly my attention was drawn to my complete lack of clothing. My dick and balls were clearly visible, and the restraints hindered any attempts at modesty. My discomfort seemed to amuse my captor.
“No need to feel shy. I’m a professional.” They lifted one ring from their palm and twisted it. The metal bent in their bare hands, splitting cleanly at the tension point into a sort of spiral shape.
They affixed a hollow needle to one end of the twisted ring. “This is going to pinch a bit.” They warned me.
I balled my fists even tighter and tried to think of something to do or say, but all I could do was watch in shock. My captor moved too fast for me to do much else. In one motion they leaned over my chest, pinched my left nipple between two fingers, and ran the needle through it with their other hand. I felt an intense searing pinch, like stepping on a nail nipple first.
“Augh fuck!” I grunted, but they were absorbed by the task at hand and took no notice. They pulled the ring through and removed the needle, then bent the ring back into place, as effortlessly as bending a paperclip.
The moment the ring was back to its proper shape there was a flash of light, and the metal was whole again, an unbroken loop. At the same instant the pain disappeared, replaced at first with a numbness, and then a growing tingle.
The tingle spread from my nipple and down into my chest. It felt good, too good. Like a hot bath when you’re shivering cold; the shock of heat creates a blissful torture.
“Ooh, fuck.” I groaned and stretched my side. The discomfort was fading, but the pleasure kept building. Deep into my chest, along the muscles, back up through my pec, exploding from the tip of my nipple, where the slim golden ring dangled off me.
My nipple became stiff and swollen, growing larger than I’d ever seen it. As it firmed up, it gripped the ring harder, which intensified the erotic feeling shooting through my chest. My dick responded, stiffening and lengthening as the feeling became more intense.
The flesh under the piercing pulsed in time to my heart beat, swelling and shrinking. Like a rising tide, each swell came larger than the last, until my nipple rested atop a new mound of breast tissue.
“Ooooh…” I moaned as the euphorea waned. My cock was rock hard, and I had been pushed to the precipice of orgasm, but I had no way to stimulate myself over the edge. The ring was still filling me with warm tingles, but they didn’t have the same erotic energy as before.
I looked down at my chest and recoiled at the sight. The right side of my chest looked the same as before, but the left had been transformed. My pec had been replaced with what looked like a woman’s breast. Hairless and bulbous, with a thick erect nipple—the golden ring pierced through the base.
The force of my reaction caused my chest to jiggle. The difference in density between flesh and gold caused the ring to tug a little with each change in direction. “What are you doing to me?” I wailed.
“Preparing you for your new reality.” They replied calmly, moving to my other side. “Your body is quite different there.” They prepared the next ring as they talked, showing little interest in our conversation.
“And in this new reality I’m a woman?” I asked, trying to make sense of what was happening to me.
“It’s a reality where you were born with a very different body.” They said as they pierced my second nipple. There was a brief pause as they fixed the ring and I squirmed in pain. “These rings are enchanted to adjust your self-image.”
“What does that mean?” I asked, still determined to get some answers. My head was fuzzy from the new burst of erotic energy. My dick was leaking precum, but I still hadn’t reached climax. The intense feelings in my chest were holding me at the edge.
“The way you see yourself in your mind’s eye, how you appear in dreams, your subconscious awareness of your own body.” They walked around to stand between my legs.
“Wait, wait, wait!” I pleaded. “Do we need to be in such a rush?” I was stalling for time, but I also wanted more information.
They paused and considered my plea “I guess we have a little time to talk.” Their piercing blue eyes met mine again. Suddenly it became very difficult to think of what to say. There was too much pressure, and my mind was foggy from the disorienting effects of the rings.
“Why does it feel so good?” I blurted out. It was the biggest question on my mind, but it felt too embarrassing to talk about.
A wry smile briefly crossed their lips “The rings are attuned to your new reality. Self-image is built on experiences and sensation; what you’re feeling is years of sensation all rushing into your mind at once. The enchantment dulls the pain, but the pleasure all comes through.” They stated, like it made everything clear.
They resumed the task at hand. I sat in a panic’d silence, trying to think of another question as they prepared the final ring.
“This is a dream though, couldn’t you just snap your fingers and change my body?” I asked, doing my best to think through the haze.
“Yes and no. I could change how you look in this dream, but it would cease the moment you wake up. These change your very concept of self.” They said, gesturing with the last gold ring. “Close your eyes and picture yourself on the beach.” They asked me.
As nervous as I was to close my eyes with them so close to me, I didn’t feel like it was a trick. Even if it was, I was at their mercy regardless. I closed my eyes and pictured myself on the beach.
The waves were crashing on the shore. I was barefoot in the sand. My swim trunks were damp from saltwater, and my top was clinging to my breasts. Wait, that’s not right, I swim shirtless. That made me think about people looking at me, seeing my chest.
“Do you understand now?” They asked me. I opened my eyes, they were placing the needle onto the last ring.
“Where are those thoughts coming from? I don’t think like that.” I stammered, coming up with another question.
“That’s exactly how you think now that you’ve absorbed some of the experiences from your new reality. The rings don’t really change your physical body, they change your self-image. It’s that shift that changes the body of your dream-self.”
I tried not to panic, but I found their explanation very unsettling. I tried to imagine myself with my chest as I remembered it, and it came to mind just fine. Masculine and broad, covered in coarse hair, little bumpy nipples. But it was a memory, like remembering my last haircut.
When I looked down I was confronted with what my chest is now: round bulging breasts, virtually hairless, topped with wide tall nipples—each one gripping a slim golden ring with excited tissue.
I let out a groan of misery, imagining that happening to my dick, existing only as a memory. I looked at it, lifting my head a little to see over my breasts. The tip was almost purple with desire. I was still teetering on the edge of climax. If what they said was true, these could be our last moments together.
“Hey, I know this is a weird request, but is there any way you could help me cum just one more time before it’s gone?” I pleaded. My face must have been beet red in embarrassment. I wanted one more ejaculation to remember it by. And even if it was all just a dream, I really wanted to get off. The suspense was bordering on agony.
“Don’t worry, this will help.” They said, pinching a bit of the skin just under the head of my dick and piercing it in the same instant.
The burst of pain would have normally doused my arousal, but I was so close it was almost a turn-on. I prepared myself for what could be my last orgasm with my penis, as a flash united the final ring.
The tingling energy surged through me even more powerfully than before. It raced down my shaft and settled deep into my balls, making my cock twitch and ache.
The power pushed me even closer to climax, but at the same time it felt like the peak was getting higher. Meanwhile I could see my dick sinking lower, shrinking closer to my body. I craned my head to get a better look at what was happening to me.
My balls were pulled up tight to my body, and my dick was standing straight up, hard as a rock, but no larger than it used to be when flaccid.
The energy was flowing down into my pelvis too, causing the flesh to plump up on either side of my junk. It pushed my balls out, but it made my penis look even smaller.
The pleasure continued to build. I was well past the point where I would have usually shot my load. My hands gripped the padded armrests and my legs tensed. My cock began to twitch involuntarily, pulling on my balls with each contraction. It was like I was cumming, but my arousal was still building.
A particularly strong contraction lasted several seconds, and accompanied the sensation of warm honey flowing up from my balls. It happened twice more, filling me with immense satisfaction. It almost felt like a slow-motion ejaculation in reverse.
Each contraction caused my balls to shrink, until they completely vanished between the sides of my growing mound. Only my penis remained, poking straight out the top of the crack.
A moment later another pulse of contractions made my dick twitch and leak. My precum had become clear and copious, running down my shaft and pooling in my new crevice.
Each time my dick flexed, it pointed a little lower, and flexed a little less, until it was aiming straight down and no longer responded to the contractions.
The vision of my dick sinking away was heart wrenching, but the sensation was utterly orgasmic. Better than orgasmic, I never knew such pleasure was possible. Even though my dick had stopped responding to the clenching pulse, my orgasm kept going, rolling deep into my pelvic floor.
“Oh fuck!” I cried out, as I finally crested the peak. In that same moment I felt my dick come apart. The thin fleshy line that ran from the tip of my dick to the base of my balls unfused, splitting to form my inner lips.
I was too absorbed in the moment to take note of it at the time, but an awareness had blossomed in my mind not only of my new shape, but of my new anatomy. I understood that I no longer had a penis, I had a clitoris. I no longer had a scrotum, I had labia. Even if I looked away or closed my eyes, it wouldn’t have mattered. The change was happening inside my head.
At the absolute zenith of my orgasmic series I felt myself ejaculate. Just one little spurt of thin watery fluid, which promptly leaked down my butt.
I gasped for air, catching my breath after what felt like minutes of blissful torture. My pussy was drenched, and still humming with erotic energy, but it didn’t feel like it was building up to anything now.
I looked down at my crotch. All I could see from my seated position was the very top of my slit, with a little golden ring poking out to mark my clit. I leaned back with a resigned sigh. At least they were done sticking needles through me.
“I’ll remove the restraints now, you’ve been very good.” My captor told me, pressing a lever at the base of the chair with their foot. My hands and feet were suddenly freed.
I rubbed my wrists and looked around. “I guess I’m a woman now.” I grunted, stepping to my feet. I wobbled a bit on my still-shaky legs.
“That’s a question you must answer with your heart.” They told me as they walked over to the desk and retrieved the bottle of memories. “The rings will continue to change your body gradually, but this will hasten it greatly. As your mind absorbs the memories of your new reality, it molds your self-image directly.” They looked from the bottle back to me, and they studied my expression for a moment. “Whether or not you come to know yourself as a woman, you have lived a life as a man, secure and complete in your gender. There will always be that part of you in your mind.”
I could tell they were trying to help, but it only made me feel more confused. I nodded my head and reached for the softly glowing bottle. For a moment I thought about smashing it, even if they had a spell to undo it, I just wanted some way to rebel against this whole scheme.
They must have sensed something was up, because they pulled the bottle back before I could reach it and gave me a warning. “This bottle holds another person’s mind. Be very gentle with it. Once you begin drinking you must continue until you’ve ingested every drop. You can pause if you must, but I will not let you stop until it’s finished.”
They handed the bottle to me with great gravitas. It felt much lighter than I’d expected, as if it was empty. I looked at the mottled glowing water in the bottle and then back to my captor.
“What happens after I finish it?” I asked, feeling nervous about beginning something they wouldn’t let me stop.
“You will lose consciousness.” They answered simply, then continued. “You will dream the memories you’re about to ingest, and then you’ll wake up in your new reality.”
“So there will be another person in my head?” I asked. I didn’t understand how this double-memory situation could work.
“Just one person. One person with two sets of memories. In one you were sentenced to a new reality, in the other you asked for a dream of another life.” They explained. I still wasn’t sure what they were saying.
Seeing my blank stare they continued. “To the person in that bottle, your entire life, up to and including now, is a dream they are currently having.” I nodded and they went on “Once you ingest the memories, you will fall asleep, and you will have a dream that includes their entire life.” I nodded again, so far so good. “Once you wake up you will be one person with two memories of their life.” They finished.
I understood what they were telling me, at least in principle, but I couldn’t understand how that was different from two people sharing one body. I would have to see for myself. It didn’t seem like I had much choice in the matter.
I uncorked the bottle and took a deep breath. “I guess this is goodbye.” I told my captor. They just returned a thin smile.
I held the bottle to my lips and took a cautious sip. It tasted like nothing, like perfectly clear water, but it filled my head with feelings. Events, ideas, things I couldn’t process. It made my head swim, and filled me with a sort of intoxicated feeling.
The fluid trickled down my throat, and the energy from the rings surged. I was covered in a vaguely itchy sensation as nearly all my body hair vanished back into my skin.
“You must keep drinking.” My captor warned, not allowing me to get distracted. I put the bottle to my lips again for a deeper swallow.
This time I felt my hips swell with energy and begin to expand. They pushed outward, changing the shape of my pelvis and widening my stance. I stumbled a little, but regained my composure and took another drink.
This time my musculature rearranged itself, thinning my arms and bolstering my new hips. I could feel my center of gravity shift even further. Another gulp and all the fat on my body flowed into a curvier shape, filling in for lost muscle mass.
All the redistribution of weight made me stumble again, worse this time. I had to brace myself on the chair to remain standing. I wanted to stop drinking, the changes were too intense. I tried to put down the bottle but they grabbed my arm.
“You must keep drinking.” They repeated, much more forcefully this time. I complied, putting the bottle to my lips once more. They held it there for me as I chugged mouthful after mouthful.
My fingers grew slender, my feet shrunk down, my hair cascaded past my shoulders. Gulp after gulp I felt the shape of my new life take form in my mind, bending my image until I became a perfect copy.
I swallowed the last bit as I felt my throat tingle with energy. I knew I’d be asleep soon, or awake, or however it worked. I lowered the bottle and tried to open my mouth to speak, but I found myself falling backwards. My captor waved goodbye as they tilted out of view.
The world spun around me and everything went black. I collapsed onto a distant mattress, at home in my new life.
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