A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  No one part of him stuck out more than the other. His breasts weren’t overly significant. His ass wasn’t humongous. His hips were appreciable, but in proportion with the rest of his body. Pamela had gotten the details just right. He was average.

  And Miranda’s cock just wouldn’t go down. “Have you touched yourself yet? I probably rode around for three or four minutes.”

  Jonas blushed. “No, I didn’t touch myself. I have some decency, you know.”

  “Well we have to look.”

  The undergarments came off, along with the boots, leaving Jonas staring at the body of a naked girl. His body. He grabbed his boobs first, because why not? They looked soft and squishy. Rose-colored areolas and nipples topped each creamy summit. Jonas pinched those too. Matt was right; they were really sensitive! Almost in a so-sensitive-that-it-was-painful way. Jonas had to be careful. It was easy to squeeze them too hard. But just the right amount of pressure made his loins tingle. That was a strange sensation. Usually tingles in his loins resulted in boners, but nothing like that happened here. Instead, there was a warm, mushy feeling in his lower abdomen. It wasn’t bad at all.

  “Now you’ve gone and done it,” Miranda said. “I won’t be able to stop you from playing with yourself.”

  Jonas noticed that she had one hand on her dick. “You should talk.”

  She looked down. “Brandy was right. It’s … something. So you wanna go upstairs and do our own version of Brokeback Mountain, hon?”

  Jonas laughed. “Those were two guys.”

  “Okay, so a gender-reversed version.”

  “Except one of us has a dick.”

  “You’re stalling.”

  Jonas wasn’t sure what to expect. It felt fantastic to touch himself, to fondle his tits. He hadn’t even got to the best part yet, but already he could feel it warming up. They went up the stairs to the master bedroom. Miranda stripped next. She was exactly the same underneath her plaid shirt and jeans. She just had a cock and balls in place of her womanhood. And it was always hard. Jonas wondered if that was because of him. Did Miranda find his new body so attractive that she couldn’t get rid of her boner? That was a strange thought. He was ninety-nine percent sure his girlfriend wasn’t interested in girls … but she did have a cock now. Cocks complicated things.

  Apart from not having to bend his neck to reach his girlfriend’s lips, kissing wasn’t any different. It was rather normal, all things considered. For a fleeting moment, Jonas even forgot that he was absent one cock and now an owner of two boobs. Then Miranda reached behind and gave his female ass a squeeze. Her fingers explored lower, between his legs, to that warm void that his perceptions were still perplexed about. One of her fingers happened to graze his moist mound, and it all hit him like a freight train. Yep, I don’t have a cock.

  Jonas pulled away, gasping for a breath. Miranda’s cock was harder still, jutting straight out from her body and topped with a droplet of pre-cum. Amusingly, she seemed to acquaint herself with the new muscles in her groin and bounced it up and down.

  Miranda giggled. “I forgot all about that. Isn’t that funny?” Her cock lunged upward again, swelling slightly more. The droplet of pre-cum went flying off. Jonas didn’t see where it landed.

  “Yep, you’re a real comedian.”

  “Are you jealous?” Miranda smiled. “No reason to be jealous, hon. You still have the cock in real life. Now you wanna jerk me off?”

  “What—”

  “Oh come on. You have all the experience with that. I’m still learning the ropes.” She gave it a few tugs, pinching the foreskin hard and pushing it forward, stretching it taut. “Lord. I feel like I’m about to burst down there. How far away am I? I feel like I’m gonna … I’m gonna …”

  Miranda had her American Pie moment. Jonas couldn’t avoid the trajectory of her speedy release. It splattered all over his right thigh. Miranda removed her hand from her cock, but the damage had already been done. Several spurts of cum came spitting out of the end, each a little less powerful than the one preceding it. Her legs were trembling.

  “Well … damn. That wasn’t supposed to happen.”

  “Looks like you’re the premature ejaculater,” Jonas gloated.

  “It wasn’t my fault! You should’ve told me I was close to the edge. And now it’s all gone.” Her cock began to deflate. “I didn’t request for the libido stuff. I guess I’m spent for now, huh?”

  “Well, there’s still me,” Jonas pointed out. “You can show me how this pussy stuff works.”

  Miranda feigned a yawn. “Nope. That orgasm tired me out. You’re gonna have to wait. I wanna sleep.”

  Jonas grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it at her. She giggled and tossed it back. Truthfully, Jonas was happy to see that the cock was out of the equation. Perhaps giving his girlfriend a handjob wouldn’t have been that bad, but he couldn’t imagine taking her new penis into his mouth. Or his pussy. Matt might’ve been eager to experience the female side of sex, but Jonas still wasn’t sure, even if it was his wife with the penis. Being the one with the pussy and getting fucked was a huge leap. Baby steps were better. One thing at a time.

  The pillow was removed from the fray, and Jonas found himself tasting his girlfriend’s lips again. She fondled his tits simultaneously—which was fucking wonderful. Miranda knew just how to knead them properly, squeezing them in the right places, pinching his nipples for maximum effect. He opened his mouth to gasp, and she shoved her tongue right in. His new body approved of this. Playing with tits wasn’t just for the partner—it was erotic from both sides. Jonas quickly felt a rush of warmth and tingles to that place between his legs. He was burning up down there when Miranda pushed him down to the mattress. His boobs slapped wildly against his chest.

  “I haven’t done another girl before,” Miranda said, eyeing him up.

  “What about Brandy?” Jonas asked.

  “Yeah, but she was a dude. And she had a penis. That doesn’t count.”

  Jonas spread his legs. It felt natural to, as if his body was inclined to present his female mound to the expected partner. He couldn’t see much about his new genitalia. That was the problem with pussies—they weren’t exactly in front like their male counterparts. But Miranda could. Her eyes were burning right through him, turning him on. And when a finger came to his new entrance and gently probed the moist folds, Jonas felt a shiver pass through him.

  “It’s … sensitive,” he breathed.

  “That means you’re turned-on. Doesn’t it feel good to be turned-on?”

  Jonas nodded as he squeezed his tits again. It was hard to resist. They were right there for easy access and just the right size to fit into his palms. God knew what he was doing when he created the woman. Yeah, maybe they were for feeding offspring, but right now they were for groping!

  As Miranda continued to rub him down south, Jonas heard himself moan. She was good; she had several years of experience. And all pussies were probably similar, right? Jonas thought so. Cocks were for the most part. But enough about cocks. Jonas didn’t want to think about those. Rather, he focused on that warm bubble between his legs. Miranda had started slow, but now she really began to massage him with two fingers. Jonas heard a wet slippery sound. Juice was really starting to come out now!

  When Miranda crawled on top of him, his whole body was tingling. She brought her fingers to his mouth, and he tasted his own release for the first time. Just as good as hers. The hand returned to his pleasure spot, and he began moaning again. He pinched his nipples harder, playing with that threshold between unrelenting pleasure and stinging pain. It had never felt like this as a man. This was a whole new world of ecstasy.

  “Oh God!” Jonas squealed, gritting his teeth hard. “Oh God ohGodohGod.”

  “You want my fingers inside you?”

  “Yes, please!” Jonas blurted. Whatever it was, he wanted more.

  He thought the orgasm had come when Miranda shoved two fingers into his sopping wet hole. Every inch of his skin w
as tingling, every toe clenching. All the hairs on his body were standing stiff like an audience to the great orator screaming in pleasure. It felt great. Jonas didn’t want the ascension to end. Please never let it end, he pleaded as his body writhed on the sweat-covered sheets. More juice came out of his tender hole, and Miranda showed no signs of slowing down. She was moaning with him, slamming her palm into his pussy, thrusting hard and deep. Jonas saw white, and the orgasm overtook him.

  It wasn’t instantaneous. His pussy started to burn, and Jonas felt his body convulsing, squirming underneath his lover. It hurt, but only for a second. Then the pain vanished and was replaced by unrelenting pleasure. It filled him. Every cavity, every pore. It was an orgasm that consumed his entire body, twisting him into the bed. And with Miranda continuing to fuck him with her fingers, it never wanted to stop. He squealed until his voice went hoarse, until the world vanished. It was just him, Miranda, and the intense orgasm. Nothing else mattered.

  Minutes passed until he could think clearly again. Miranda was beside him, combing his long hair with her fingertips. Orange light from the sunset glimmered off her sweat-covered body. Jonas felt numb and exhausted. He didn’t want to move for the next hundred years.

  “So, was that—”

  Miranda nodded. “Yep. Your first one. Now I’m jealous. Having a penis is good for about five seconds, then it’s all gone. Like a deflated balloon. I didn’t even get hard while you were having your climax.”

  Jonas spotted her limp manhood. In the middle of the afterglow, he almost hated the thing. It wasn’t true of course; Jonas was perfectly content with being a man in real life. But having a pussy was so much better. There was no comparison. Anyone who tried to weigh the pros and cons of the two was a fool. The only downside was that pussies required more time to get … heated up. But when they did, look out!

  The perpetual evening lasted for many more hours, many more orgasms. Miranda mixed things up and used her mouth. Now that was something. Jonas had never thought he’d feel a tongue pushing inside him. But it was great. More than great. He climaxed with her lips against his snatch, drooling all over her face. They shared some of the tasty juice afterward, swabbing it all around their lips before kissing and swallowing.

  What Miranda did best was finger-fuck. Jonas’s pussy was sore with how hard she pounded into him, but the orgasms kept coming. He couldn’t tell her to stop. By the fourth or fifth one, he had to take a break. He was so out of energy that it took all his effort to move a single muscle. He lay there on the bed, Miranda attached to his shoulder, the female scent hanging heavy in the air over him. It was a cloud of sex.

  Her cock was hard again.

  “I think some of my reserve is back,” Miranda commented. “You’re looking sexy again.”

  “Was I not sexy before?” Jonas laughed.

  “That’s not what I mean, but … it’s odd … like—”

  “I know,” he told her. “I’ve had a dick since birth. I know what you mean. You finally have the energy back, so I look fuckable to you.”

  Miranda gleefully turned to her back, causing her stiff cock to wag back and forth. “Well now since I’m recharged, you can give me a handy!”

  Jonas grabbed her cock and started stroking. He wanted to return the favor. Miranda had shown him all the pleasures of being a woman—it only felt natural to bring her to orgasm again. Besides, cocks were simple. Jonas jerked her off as if it were his own manhood, pounding his fist down on her crotch and squeezing tight around the head. She was fully hard in no time at all, and more pre-cum started to bead from the tip.

  Miranda closed her eyes. “Yeah, that’s nice like that. Not as good as my pussy, but … nice.”

  “Doing it soon after isn’t the best,” Jonas explained. “You have to wait a couple days to get maximum sensation again.”

  “Where’s the fun in that?”

  Jonas casually rubbed himself down below. His body might have undergone several orgasms, but his clit still burned like nothing else. Bringing a finger across it was akin to shooting electricity through his body. His nipples were instantly hard again, poking straight up. He pinched those, too.

  “Okay, I think it’s coming this time,” Miranda said, her chest rising and falling. “Oh … a little more … oh shit.”

  For the final build-up to the orgasm, Jonas quickened his hand. She shot out a meager load, but he had to rate the maximum height of her explosive release a solid nine out of ten. It all splattered back down on her abdomen as more oozed down Jonas’s fingers. He jerked her off some more, but she was already softening. Her cock had done its one and only job. Now it was retreating into hibernation.

  Miranda gathered some cum on her fingertips and tasted it. “Not bad.” She scooped up some more and offered it to Jonas. “Here, try it. Don’t be shy. Technically it’s my cum.”

  He remembered what Matt had said. Fuck it. Jonas opened his mouth and had himself a taste. It wasn’t all that awful. Cum was gooey and warm and a bit on the salty side, but not awful. A side of pussy juice made it better.

  Miranda caught her breath. “We’re coming to this place once a month. At least.”

  “It’s kinda expensive for that,” Jonas pointed out.

  “I don’t care. We’ll cut off the cable if we have to. We’ll turn off the air conditioning and sweat. If we can just have one day per mouth where it’s nothing but fantasy … nothing but sex, it’s worth that.”

  “So?” Matt asked.

  “So,” Jonas said.

  “Did you find out what the pussy life was all about?”

  “Oh, he definitely did,” Miranda told the group. “How many orgasms was it? Four or five? He was squealing.”

  Brandy giggled. “You’ve gone and done it now, Miranda. He’ll be wanting to come back so you can fuck him. That’s how it was for Matt. He got his first taste that last time.”

  Matt blushed. “Yeah. Brandy got me good. She … uh … she sounded like an animal there.”

  “Look, when you have a cock, you just gotta let it loose.”

  Everyone laughed.

  It was the final break of the afternoon. The vacation was slowly winding down to an end. No one knew where they were going to next. Rumors circulated of someplace new, never before used at Mind Travel. But no one knew where for sure. Whatever it was, it’d be the final destination. Jonas wasn’t sure how he could go back living a normal life after all this, after being a girl. He knew it was all in his head, but it felt so goddamn real. That was the power of the mind. It could fully convince you that you were someone else.

  “Okay Miranda,” Brandy said. “Confess. What was the penis like?”

  “Short.” She giggled. “Not that way! I mean, the pleasure doesn’t last that long. It was good, but I prefer the normal me. I want to hit plateaus, not fall off cliffs.”

  “I know what you mean,” said Brandy. “Great to mess around with. Wouldn’t choose to keep it forever.”

  “Yeah. Guys can keep their junk. Girls have it better.”

  Brandy and Miranda high-fived.

  At the top of the hour, it was time to head into the back again. Jonas went through the usual door 9 and into the chair. Pamela typed in some information. On the television was something dark blue.

  “Is that underwater?” Jonas asked, making himself comfortable.

  “Sure is. We’re kinda defying physics with this one,” Pamela said, winking. “So, everything is still the same as it was. You still want your avatar to be female? I can change it back—”

  “Leave it like that,” Jonas said, recalling the orgasms that had shaken his body. He was eager for more of them. “Make me … sexier. I can give you some dimensions if you want.”

  “If you want to, but I have some sliders I can toy with,” Pamela explained. “I can make you generally sexier overall. Bigger bust, curvier figure, more sensitivity, that sort of stuff. One complete package of variables.”

  “Yeah, that’s good. Slide it up a ways.”

 
“Gotcha.”

  Then it was time to stare at the television. Pamela pointed to the center, and Jonas focused his gaze there. He was totally relaxed, ready to enter the dream world again, ready to see his girlfriend. The room around him began to fade, darken as it always did. The television remained where it was as the borders appeared to expand to envelop his entire vision. Jonas was staring out into the ocean, his feet firmly on a cool, solid surface. Only a bit of glass separated him from the dark underwater depths. He looked around and saw that it was all glass—a glass room underwater with sightlines in every direction. A school of fish passed by as he saw his girlfriend in the reflection.

  “Isn’t this incredible?”

  Jonas spun around. Not only did Miranda not have a dick anymore, she looked completely normal. She was the real everyday Miranda. The nightgown she was wearing was similar to the one from the timber lodge, only now a line of white fur covered the bottom hem, and more of it covered her breasts so that her nipples weren’t visible.

  Jonas saw a bed in the center of the glass room. “Just us, huh?”

  “Looks that way. And you … you’ve done some more changes.” She smirked. “Can’t get enough of that girl stuff, hon? Being a girl is better. I think I have enough experience to say that.”

  “You only had a penis. That does not qualify.”

  “Close enough! That’s the most important part anyway.”

  Jonas looked down at himself. Unlike Miranda, he was completely naked, so the changes were readily visible. His breasts were definitely bigger. A high-end C, or maybe a low D. Either way, they were large enough to spill out of his hands. He hoisted them up and rubbed his thumbs across the nipples. A shiver raced up his spine. Yeah, they were definitely more sensitive than before! As for the rest of his body, he had a slimmer waist, wider hips, fuller ass. He was more of a girl. Guys had a term for girls with bodies like his. They were knockouts. Ten out of tens.