A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  “Head’s gonna cost you.”

  Chris pulled out another fifty. “You’re goddamn expensive, TJ.”

  “Honey Tits,” said Harry before he resumed licking.

  “That’s better,” TJ said. “The more money you boys lay down, the happier I am.”

  TJ took Chris’s cock into his mouth. His joints and muscles had already been trained for this—thanks to Marcus’s black monster—so the sensation wasn’t as jarring as before. But even if it hurt to suck a cock, TJ still would’ve done it. Because he loved cock. Harry and Chris were real pieces of shit, but he couldn’t say no to a juicy cock. TJ and his love of cock were inseparable, like peanut butter and jelly.

  TJ’s arousal kicked into overdrive when Harry started tongue-pounding him again. Everything between his legs was so hot that he could barely stand it. A girl’s body was great like that. The long road to orgasm—although exhausting itself—was not without a constant build-up of pleasure. TJ started gyrating his hips to the music, and Harry’s tongue stretched inside him a little deeper, licking him clean. His friend was going to have a bellyful of pussy juice before the night was done if he kept at it.

  Meanwhile, as TJ’s body kept telling him over and over again yes, you really do have this girl stuff down, Chris was busy throat-plugging TJ’s mouth. Admittedly, he was still new to the blowjob scene, but Chris seemed satisfied. He gave his friend’s hard-on a thorough layer of slobber, and his lips were constantly in motion, running back and forth down the length of it. Chris really liked thrusting too, and more than once TJ felt the head of that stiff prick poking into his esophagus. But he didn’t gag. Whether it was voodoo magic or one of his hidden talents, TJ discovered his newest ability right then and there: deepthroating.

  “Man, strippers really are sluts,” said Chris, pinching TJ’s nostrils shut and pushing his entire cock down into TJ’s throat. He didn’t stop until the lips and crotch were flush.

  TJ’s eyes bugged out of his head. He couldn’t fucking breathe! He was being suffocated with seven inches of throbbing man-meat. Then, finally, Chris pulled back and TJ gasped for air. Drool leaked everywhere. He wiped his lips clean and looked up at his friend.

  Chris was suddenly apologetic. “Too much? I didn’t mean to—”

  “Stick it back in my mouth,” TJ ordered. He fucking loved cock.

  His first orgasm came shortly after. Harry hadn’t been lying about that tongue. He licked and licked and kept licking until TJ’s entire body was shaking from head to toe. Of course, Harry being the fucking gentleman he was, he happily licked up the squirting juices that came rushing out of TJ’s pussy.

  But the boys wanted more. Honey Tits did anything that was asked of her, so the rumors said. They grabbed some more money from their wallets, and TJ lay on his back and spread his legs. His pussy was begging to be properly fucked, and there were two cocks eager to fill him. It was a wet dream come true.

  Harry wanted to go first. He lined up his cock and grabbed TJ’s ankles. But then he stopped and looked over at Chris. “Hey, does this make us gay?”

  Chris, busy jerking off his cock, raised an eyebrow. “What? Fucking a hot black girl?”

  “No, because it’s TJ. Remember? He told us that. This is kinda gay now that I think about it.”

  “That’s a pussy.” Chris pointed. “Right there. That ain’t gay.”

  “I guess you’re right.”

  Once the boys were done arguing, TJ got his first fill of bona fide cock in his waiting cunt. Harry drove it in gently, but far enough that all of it disappeared into that dark, wet sleeve between TJ’s legs. He watched it all, half-mesmerized and equally half-frozen in pleasure. It was so deep inside him! And it was vastly larger than one of his tiny fingers. TJ felt himself sliding on the stage as Harry pulled back. His pussy didn’t want to let that cock go. But he had nothing to worry about. Harry returned with a vengeance, pumping into him harder with an audible slap as their bodies made contact. TJ let out a moan.

  “Hey, what was that called when two of us fucked a girl at once?” Harry asked Chris without slowing down.

  “You mean the fuck-train?”

  “Yeah! I’m the caboose. You can be the engine.”

  Hey, that’s my fucking term goddammit, TJ thought. But then he couldn’t say anything as Chris’s cock pushed into his mouth.

  Harry grabbed the air. “Woo-woo, motherfuckers!”

  Okay, as a girl now, I can officially say that sounds fucking stupid.

  The cash piled on as the two boys fucked him relentlessly. TJ counted about five-hundred bucks or so, all laying on the stage, some clinging to his sweat-covered body, other bills sticking beneath his sliding ass. Whenever he looked at it all, he became hornier. Whenever he thought about those two dicks filling him on both ends, he became even more hornier.

  Armed with his latest trick in the always-changing rulebook of fucking, Chris continued to shove his cock all the way into TJ’s mouth. TJ could feel it in his throat, bulging out of his neck. And then drool bubbled up between his tight lips and hard cock-skin. TJ’s mouth was made for fucking. If there was such a thing. If God himself had blessed this girl’s body with no gag reflex and the tightest fuck-hole in all the land. Come ye all and see! That’s a mouth made for fuckin’!

  In the end, TJ was just along for the ride—a box car in the fuck-train rolling down the track. The boys had all the control. They swapped ends, and then it was Chris taking his turn at TJ’s hot box. Meanwhile, TJ tasted his juices all over Harry’s stiff prick. Like Chris, Harry wasted no time in shoving every inch of it down TJ’s empty throat. He might as well have had a sign pointing to each end saying FILL THIS HOLE WITH HARD COCK.

  TJ turned to his side, and they fucked him like that. Then he was on his knees, and they fucked him that way too. The boys really started to lean into their thrusts. They were exhausted, desperate for orgasm the each of them. And they’d grab him and hold him real tight, like TJ was just a masturbation toy and they were just using him to shove their cocks in and out of. But TJ was getting off from it, too. His second orgasm came without warning, and he almost buckled from the pleasure. Harry’s cock slipped out of his mouth as TJ started to see white, but then it pushed back in.

  “I hope … TJ stays … a girl … forever,” Harry panted. “And we can … fuck him … forever.”

  “That’d be so awesome,” Chris agreed. “And his name is Honey Tits.”

  “Fuck yeah, Honey Tits!”

  They clapped their hands together over him, celebrating this joyous romp of debauchery.

  TJ glanced over at the gaudy burgundy couch. Dominique was sitting there! With the black dress and champagne and all. She was watching him getting fucked by his friends. And, according to that grin on her face, she was enjoying it.

  And then the music stopped. The crowd downstairs went silent. Chris’s and Harry’s voices were muted. They still kept fucking him.

  Dominique came over to the stage. “Having fun being the girl for a change? Don’t you like girls like this?”

  “Mmmmmphh!”

  Suddenly, TJ was himself again. He didn’t love cocks. He didn’t love doing sexy things for money. He didn’t love being told what to do. He was just TJ—TJ in the body of a black girl getting pounded by his two friends on both ends. At the rear, his body was being pried open by Chris’s cock. At the front, all he tasted was the salty flavor of pre-cum. That, and his own spit which wouldn’t stop pouring out of his mouth.

  “No? Shame.” And then she disappeared right in front of his eyes.

  “Oh! Here I come!” announced Chris.

  TJ tried to cry out, but it did no good. With his female voice and a cock buried in his mouth, it sounded like he was moaning like some whore. Then, something shot up into his pussy—Chris’s cum. The bastard hadn’t thought to use a condom, and now TJ had real cream-pie filling up between his legs. Chris leaned up against his black ass and filled him with it, leaving his mark, shooting his entire load until there was
not a drop left.

  Harry came seconds later. He lunged forward suddenly, nearly choking TJ, and then it came shooting into his throat. He had to swallow. There was no room in his mouth. He had to gulp it all down and taste its hot, gooey texture. Every last fucking drop. And then Harry held TJ’s face there and made sure his cock was all cleaned up.

  TJ was in a blind rage when his friends pulled out.

  “You—”

  “—fucks!”

  TJ bolted upright. He looked around. The strip club was gone—so was the aching fullness of warm cum in his pussy. He was back in the hotel room, back in bed with his two best friends. And he was a guy again! He threw back the sheets and delightfully squeezed his junk. It even started to get hard when he thought about pussy! Oh thank the fucking Lord.

  Harry rubbed his eyes. “Hey, what’s with the yelling? It’s too … early.” He yawned.

  TJ rolled out of bed—which meant going over Chris. He stumbled, tripping over the bundle of bedding that had come spiraling with him. The human burrito TJ anxiously pulled his way out and stampeded over to where his suitcase was. He grabbed the first clothes he could find—male clothes.

  “Jesus man!” Chris groaned. He reached for his phone. “It’s only nine in the morning. What the hell’s your problem?”

  “You guys are fucking disgusting!” TJ shivered as he thought about his friends’ dicks, and sucking them … and fucking them. “Ugh! I’m gonna be sick.”

  Harry was now fully awake. Chris and him exchanged a glance of what the hell is he talking about?

  Meanwhile, TJ couldn’t have been any more thrilled being a guy again. Back to having unexpected erections. Back to not worrying about his nipples getting hard. Back to the straight life. No more thoughts of dicks, not for a million gazillion years. He was going to fuck the first girl he saw just to prove it to himself.

  After grabbing a shirt, TJ saw a note in his suitcase. He picked it up and read it.

  Dearest TJ,

  As you’ve probably noticed, your body is back to normal. You may check everything if you wish. It’s all there. No surprises. As for being a girl, I hope you enjoyed it. Really, I do. If you want to be a girl full-time, you can come by the club and tell me. I’d be happy to employ someone of your talents. So will my regular customers. However, if you wish to retain your manhood from this point forward, you must be gone from this city by midnight tonight. Never return to New Orleans, TJ. If you do, you’ll be stuck forever. That might be something your friends wouldn’t mind, but I know you probably don’t want that. I hope you’ve learned something from this.

  -Dominique

  Harry scratched his head. “Hey, who was that girl we double-teamed last night? Damn, her pussy was so tight. I’ve never had a stripper as tight as her. Wasn’t it Hot Tits?”

  “Honey Tits,” Chris corrected him. “Her lips were incredible. She sucked like a Hoover.”

  “And we both came inside her, too. She was a huge slut, wasn’t she? Damn shame we didn’t get her number.”

  TJ tossed the airline tickets onto the bed. “Get up you fags. We’re leaving.”

  “What?” Chris asked. “Our flight isn’t until late afternoon.”

  “Yeah, what’s the fucking rush?”

  TJ zipped his suitcase shut. “I just want out of here. As fast as possible.”

  “Oh, is TJ upset because he didn’t get to fuck a hot piece of ass like me and Chris did?” Harry pouted.

  TJ glared at him. It was for the best that they didn’t know the truth. They had known, last night. But the same magic that had turned TJ back into a guy had apparently erased their minds of the true identity of that black stripper. Unfortunately, TJ still had to deal with his own memories of getting fucked. Those weren’t going away anytime soon.

  As for the choice between staying away from New Orleans forever or risk coming back and turn into a black chick permanently, that was simple. So long, Mardi Gras, he thought. And so long to Titties. Of course, maybe Dominique was bluffing. Maybe that wouldn’t happen. Still, he wasn’t going to risk it. Not a chance in hell.

  After seeing things from the other side, TJ planned on keeping his dick for now and forever.

  ###

  Farm at the End of the Road

  The mare was restless. James could sense it. The lack of an appetite, the swollen udder, isolating itself in the corner of the barn—they were all signs that the foal was coming soon. Before nightfall, there’d be a third horse, young and weak perhaps, but quick to grow. James had brought an extra bale of hay in the back of his truck.

  “Ron will make a good mother,” he said, eyeing the mare as it got up and paced from one side of the barn to the other, unable to find that perfect spot. “The instincts kick in quick.”

  “Yes, the best,” Valery agreed, standing at his side, watching the same scene.

  James tilted his cap back to scratch his scalp. “It’s been eleven months. You have nothing to show for it.”

  “But, the mare is about to—”

  “One more horse, yes,” he said, tightening his lips. “I’m not blind. And with that, you’ll have a total of three horses and one cow. Hardly enough to make me reconsider. You’ll need more. I’ve given you plenty of time. I even restored your dignity as a woman.”

  Valery was testing his patience. The woman should’ve been motivated to add more livestock to her small farm, but the count hadn’t changed since last year. Three barnyard animals weren’t enough to pay the debt—five if he counted the oncoming foal and the calf that stood at her side at all times. He liked threatening to take it away, or to leave her child like that permanently. It really set the fear in. Her eyes would get all huge and glossy, and she’d come begging at him to never make that happen.

  However, James wasn’t that much of a monster. The calf just wasn’t as much leverage as he would’ve thought.

  “The right beef can fetch a good amount of money,” he said. “Especially the local stuff. There aren’t many cows around where you live. I know some butchers. Might even get you a little extra on the side for your cooperation.”

  Valery turned to him, her eyes wide. “What do you mean?”

  “Don’t get all upset with me, little lady. I mentioned no names. It’s just something to think about after I’m gone. I don’t want anything bad to happen. As long as you do what I ask, I’m an honest person. Hell, I can be your friend.”

  She had no power over him, James knew. That was the key. Only he had the antidote to turn the calf back into a human girl, and it wasn’t even on him. There was nothing she could do except follow his orders.

  James wondered how affectionate she still was toward her transformed offspring. The two couldn’t have been more different, with Valery’s child stuck on four legs and living out in the pasture—that was part of the deal. Almost nothing could erode the bond between a mother and her only child, but how strong was it now? Did Valery even remember what she looked like? There had only been one photograph of her before the change.

  “Just remember the offer,” James reminded her. “The more livestock you get, the better chance of you and your daughter having a normal life.”

  He peered into the barn again. The mare had surrendered and found a comfortable spot, its belly and udder bulging just in front of its hind legs. The water sac was beginning to emerge from behind, and James saw the snout of the foal along with it. It was a slow process. Sometimes, birth required nearly thirty minutes. But, Ron appeared to be impatient about keeping the young life in her belly.

  With its front legs extended forward, the foal slid on out, puncturing the sac’s membrane along the way. After, it poked its nose through the new gap, opening its nostrils for that first breath.

  Valery was speechless during the whole process, before saying, “I do not know what to do.”

  “The mare knows what to do. She’ll tear the umbilical cord. I’ll take care of the rest.” James saw the calf come up beside Valery and nuzzle into her hip. The woman reache
d down and scratched it behind its furry ear. “These are mammals, sweetheart. They can take care of themselves. As long as there’s enough food and the place is kept clean, it isn’t hard. I’ll be by every weekend, remember?”

  “Yes, I know.”

  James patted her on the shoulder. “Cheer up. I can give you the doom-and-gloom speech, but there’s a lot to be happy about. For some, this is the American dream, right here. Starting a farm and having some livestock is what it’s all about. A lot would love to be in your position. Some of them other illegals aren’t so lucky. They get captured and sent back. But you don’t have to worry about that.”

  With the sun at his back and his shirt starting to dampen from perspiration, James turned and headed for the truck, whistling along the way. There were other stops to make, and the day was only getting shorter. He’d drop off the hay before he left. The horses would need it.

  Cody gripped the wheel tight. The dirt road almost appeared to twist ahead, curving at the edge of the headlights and out of view. He straightened himself in the seat and glanced at the speedometer. Forty miles per hour. He hadn’t seen a speed limit posted anywhere in a long time. He pressed his foot against the pedal and accelerated to forty-five, almost fifty. The road never wanted to end.

  Belle gazed through the passenger window, eyeing the endless fields of grass passing by. She grabbed a candy bar. “How long is this road? Can’t you hurry up?”

  “Hey, I don’t want to get caught speeding,” Cody said, hiccuping.

  “Or intoxicated. You better keep it on your side.”

  Cody veered to the right as the left-side tires began to dip into the ditch. The car swerved suddenly, the back-end breaking loose. He caught the slide and straightened the vehicle again, concentrating on the road.

  “Anytime now, we’ll reach the highway,” he said, glancing over at Belle eating the candy bar. “If you keep eating those, you’ll get fat.”