“He’s gone for the rest of the week, but we’ll show him when he gets back.” She went back to petting Harold. “You’re such a cutie, aren’t ya?”
If he could speak, Harold probably would’ve said, “Just keep doing that. I fucking love it!”
After Veronica left, Abdul jumped on the bed and immediately started rubbing his crotch. Even without a dick, he was constantly horny again. Admittedly it was different now—more focused inside his lower abdomen than along the external appendage that had once been attached to his groin. But all the same, the sexual energy inside his body just wouldn’t relent. He traced his finger down that groove between his legs. Even during the half-hour since being inside the car, it had deepened noticeably. His chest had changed, too. Abdul was surprised to find that his nipples now sat atop small, fleshy mounds. Breasts? Not full-fledged hooters by any means, but perhaps the start of some. That only reinforced the theory that he was turning into a girl. Yet, despite the evidence, Abdul was only concerned with the pleasure. And it was wonderful.
Abdul stripped fully. His body was changing, there was no doubt about that. His thighs and hips were fuller, his legs shapelier overall. The curve from his legs up to his waist was nothing short of feminine. And the interior of that crevice between his legs began to feel a bit moist the more he fingered it.
It had all started to change whenever his dick had fallen off. Hey, you got no more manhood, time to turn into a chick! Abdul was a bit concerned about that. What could cause such a thing? He didn’t hate it. That slippery gap between his legs and his budding boobs—those were both great. But why? Nothing like this had happened during the Stephanie years. It was only after he had moved into the blue house that things had changed.
He twisted on the bed, the hand firmly buried between his legs. It might as well have been glued there; he wasn’t taking it away from that hot spot down south. A finger kept the heat churning in his lower abdomen, the moans coming intermittently out of his mouth, soft, real. He smashed his tiny boobs into the mattress, rolling his weight on both nipples. They tingled too. His skin was electrified. He massaged. He squeezed. He pinched. The orgasm arrived, and a gush of warm juice came onto his fingers. Abdul sniffed his hand after. It was definitely the scent of a woman. He happily licked every finger clean.
From across the room, Harold was watching him. That got Abdul to thinking about if Harold had sexual preferences. He did have the body of a human penis, and he was a pet. Sort of. But did he have human thoughts? Human urges? What the hell did a sentient dick even think about? It didn’t talk, so its brain—or whatever had the function of a brain—couldn’t have been too sophisticated. But Harold had once been Abdul’s penis, so in all likelihood it was probably heterosexual. And Abdul was looking a bit feminine as of late …
“What are you watching, huh?” Even his voice was starting to sound higher. “Watching me play with myself? I guess you’re watching, even though you don’t really have eyes.”
Harold was full of color and at least seven inches long. He definitely looked healthy today. Another man in Abdul’s place might’ve kept a notebook with him, jotting down notes about Harold’s behavior, appetite, inclinations, all sorts of stuff. He was basically a new species! Homo penis. The rare animal utilizes its long, flexible body to pull itself along, a slow, laborious process. Like its upright cousin, homo erectus, homo penis seeks out visual stimulation. Its head becomes flushed with color. Its body elongates. Soon homo penis will begin the process of spreading its seed for reproduction with a female mate. Best narrated in the voice of David Attenborough.
No. Abdul had to correct himself. Harold wasn’t a new species. He was one of a kind. A living, breathing penis. A sex organ brought to life. Abdul no longer thought with his dick; his dick thought for itself.
Harold was fed and properly cared for during the rest of the day. Abdul made sure of that with regular meals of crumbs and leftovers. Veronica even stopped by to feed him once. Harold seemed to like that—or maybe he just liked her. He’d really get big when she showed up. After a satisfying supper, Abdul carried Harold into the bathroom and prepared him a little bath in the sink. He cleaned him from top to bottom, scrubbing in all the tough-to-reach places. Funnily enough, Harold could float. Abdul amused himself by pushing the little guy back and forth from one end of the sink to the other, making engine noises with his mouth. That was all fun until he realized Harold’s mouth was below the surface the whole time. He was gasping for breath when Abdul pulled him out and dried him off.
“Sorry little buddy. Forgot you actually had to … breathe,” he said.
The following morning, Abdul woke up late. He hadn’t meant to, but at some point during the night he had woken and fingered himself to another orgasm. The hole between his legs was getting deeper with each passing hour, and now he could push half his finger in before the tip met some resistance. Likewise, his breasts were fast racing through puberty. There was actual flesh to squeeze now, to jiggle. Abdul must’ve spent five minutes just playing with them, pushing them back and forth and watching them spring back into position. It was childish, but highly addictive. And the nipples felt better than ever.
Then he heard moaning from across the hall, muffled behind his door. He glanced over at the fishtank and saw that Harold was missing. He immediately jumped up and went to see where that noise was coming from.
In the other bedroom, Veronica was stark naked and lying on her back in a twist of sheets. Her legs were spread, her knees and feet hanging in the air. Down at her crotch was the base of a penis. Harold. Abdul watched from the doorway as Veronica used his small friend to fuck herself. She was treating it exactly like a dildo, grasping the bottom of the shaft firmly and pushing it in and out. It was quite erotic to watch. Abdul felt himself getting turned on from it. At least his attraction to women masturbating hadn’t changed. Not one bit. He would’ve spectated for longer, but Veronica noticed him and spun to her side, shutting her legs tight, trapping Harold inside her pussy.
“Abdul!”
He pointed at the door. “It was kinda open. I … uh … yeah. I just heard some noises.”
Veronica was openly staring at him. All of him. Even though Abdul was rapidly jumping the fence from one sex to the other with all the changes happening to his body, he still wore only boxers to bed. Now that his breasts were appreciable in size, he really looked like a chick. Veronica must’ve seen them, and the inward curvature of his tight waist, and the swell of his womanly hips, and the way his legs pointed together below the pelvis. It was hard to find an inch of him that wasn’t feminine. Even Abdul’s hair was hanging past his ears now.
He nodded as if he knew the next question that was going to come. “I know.”
“But how?”
He shrugged. “Why did my penis fall off? Who knows. I’m just turning into a girl.”
Veronica was no longer ashamed of her nudity and returned to her back, spreading her legs slightly so that she could remove Harold from her pussy. He was huge now. Almost eight inches long, Abdul had to guess. And his head was so swollen that it had turned purple. He wiggled back and forth as if saying, Put me in, put me in! He was having the time of his short life.
“Sorry I didn’t ask your permission,” she told him. “I just started thinking about him this morning … thinking about what I could do. I made sure I didn’t hurt him.”
Abdul felt a tingle in his loins. “And?”
“Oh, he’s really great. Like, I wasn’t sure at first … what to do, but he seemed to want to enter me down there. I kinda just let him go for it. He wiggled right in.”
Abdul couldn’t believe what was happening. Just last week, Veronica had been wanting him gone from the house, and it was only because of Jeff that Abdul had been able to stay. Now he was walking into her bedroom and watching her masturbate with a living penis. And she wasn’t upset! How things had changed.
She eyed him again. “So, are you complete? Is everything … in working order down there?�
��
“Not quite.” Abdul pulled off his boxers and showed her. The external genitalia between his legs was almost identical to that of a vulva now, but the vagina had yet to mature fully. Regardless, whenever he put his hand down there, across those new folds that had emerged in place of a scrotum, it really felt like he was touching a pussy. Enough stimulation caused it to moisten, just like a pussy. There was a little bump near the front—a developing clitoris, just like a pussy. He just couldn’t handle full penetration. Not yet.
Veronica gestured with her finger. “Come closer. I want to see all the details. I can’t believe that’s really you.”
“Oh it’s definitely still me.”
Poor Harold was ignored for a few minutes as Veronica inspected the guest that had been living in her home for more than a week. She squeezed each one of his breasts, remarking on their firmness and fullness. And the nipples—she brought her thumb across each of those, too. Abdul shuddered with pleasure. Down below, her hand followed an invisible line across his navel to between his thighs. Abdul felt her fingers across his nether region and closed his eyes. He had to bite into his lip to stop himself from moaning. Having another person touch him down there was something else entirely. And when Veronica pushed a finger inside him, he almost squealed.
“It is real,” she gasped. “Not complete, but … almost.”
“Uh-huh,” Abdul concurred. “Very … very real.”
A wave of dizziness came over him. It was all happening so goddamn quick! The changes weren’t even finished yet, and now Veronica was outright fingering that little opening between his legs. As before, she couldn’t get it all the way in, but what was in there felt really nice. Abdul’s pussy was very tight. And wet. So, so wet. He briefly felt bad for Jeff, but this wasn’t a competition for Veronica’s affection. Abdul wasn’t even a complete man anymore. This was a fling between two horny girls.
Veronica played with his new pussy for a long while, fingering it, rubbing it, pressing her palm into his hardened little clit. Abdul loved it all. Then she started squeezing his boobs, and that really got him moaning. There wasn’t much to grasp—and they were nowhere near the size of hers—but man were they sensitive. Abdul fell onto his back, and then she was on top of him, kissing him on the lips and planting soft pecks along his chin and collarbone.
She withdrew her hand from his pussy and tasted the sweet offerings from his blossoming flower. “Not bad. Tastes like a girl’s.”
Abdul caught his breath. “And you’ve tasted a lot of other girls, I take it?”
Veronica smiled. “Don’t mention that to my husband.”
They made out for several more minutes, kissing and gently fondling. Veronica didn’t penetrate him again. But being a girl was more than just having his pussy fingered, Abdul found out. He adored the weight of her on top of him, the scent of her, the warmth of her flesh and that sweet smile whenever he opened his eyes and met her gaze. She sat on his thighs, their hot crotches mere inches apart. The temperature in the room suddenly shot up ten degrees.
Veronica grabbed Harold again. He was as big as ever, a good eight inches long and nearly as thick as her forearm. She took his head into her mouth and sucked on it right there in front of Abdul, openly swirling her tongue. Of course Harold enjoyed this. Whatever a man’s cock liked, Harold liked. And Abdul remembered being fond of wet rim-jobs back when Harold wasn’t Harold yet and still attached to his own crotch.
She pulled Harold out and blushed. “I’m not a huge slut, am I? I don’t want you to think of me as a slut.”
“Of course not,” Abdul said.
“Okay, good. I’m normally not like this, but Harold … and you … it really turned me on all of a sudden.”
Abdul had a pretty good idea of what she meant.
From then on, Harold was the focal point of their lesbian makeout session. Abdul enjoyed watching Veronica take his little friend and shove him halfway into her sopping pussy. She bent back so he could watch all of it, every juicy detail of her lower lips spreading tight around Harold’s girthy body. Abdul could only smile. Go on, little man. You’re living the life now. In a way, it was Abdul fucking Veronica, since that was his penis inside of her snatch. But he didn’t think of it like that anymore. Harold was Harold. He might’ve had the body of a dick—Abdul’s dick, to be precise—but he was an independent living entity now. They were no longer connected. His former penis had much to enjoy about his new life.
Abdul was even a bit jealous of Harold, being buried inside of Veronica’s wet love-hole. He started to finger himself as she picked up the pace, slamming Harold into her tight entrance over and over again. Abdul moaned along with her. He imagined himself in her position, being able to take Harold into his new pussy. How wonderful that must’ve felt to have something so large inside him! But a finger was nice. Two of them were possible—barely. It hurt at first, but Abdul fucked himself so quick and hard that the pain was forgotten almost instantly. All he cared about was climaxing.
“Oh yes! Oh yes!” Veronica screamed. Her body convulsed without warning, and fat Harold popped out of her slit with a mess of white release clinging to his purple head. More of it oozed from Veronica’s pussy. She gathered some on her fingers and had a taste. A smile widened upon her lips.
Abdul continued to finger himself and squeezed a breast. “Good?”
“Wonderful,” she panted. She glanced down at Harold, who hadn’t gone down in size yet. He was still a good eight inches long and fully hard. “You think he has more in him?”
“Probably. Harold’s a champ.”
Abdul just let go. In the heat of the moment with his loins burning up, it was easier to. His body craved for it. His mind had second thoughts, but he wasn’t listening to them. After massaging her slit for some more post-orgasmic bliss, Veronica lay down between Abdul’s legs and went to work on licking his snatch. There was plenty of juice down there for her to clean up, and more kept running out. Abdul’s pussy might’ve not been fully mature yet, but it was self-lubricating like any other girl’s. He shuddered as her tongue went up and down the length of his womanhood, never missing an inch. Every time it came across his clit, he moaned softly.
Harold swapped hands. Abdul gave his friend a bashful wave as a greeting. Then it was time to get down to business.
Veronica paused from her pussy-meal. “That’s it, Abdul. Just as a girl would. Don’t think about it.”
Don’t think about it? I am kinda thinking about it. A lot.
Harold was throbbing and ready. Abdul took in a deep breath and brought his little buddy to his lips. He gave the dick a kiss. Some of the salty-flavored cum still remained on his head, but he ignored the taste. With Veronica’s lickings really picking up steam down south, he pushed Harold into his mouth and started sucking. It was everything he anticipated, and more. Harold was so humongous and thick now that Abdul really had to open his jaw wide. And he about gagged when the tip of Harold poked into his throat. Hey, it wasn’t his fault that Harold didn’t come with an instruction manual about giving blowjobs!
Veronica giggled. “Practice makes perfect.”
It was unnatural to have something so large inside his mouth, but Abdul quickly got into the groove of sucking on Harold. He moved the friendly dick in and out of his mouth, guiding it along his tongue. Harold seemed to enjoy this as he started releasing a bit of pre-cum again. Abdul swallowed it all down. He didn’t even think about it. He didn’t even consider the notion that he was a man sucking his own dick. In a way it might’ve been true, but to Abdul it wasn’t. This wasn’t just a lesbian love affair; it was a threesome. Veronica, Harold, and him.
Abdul got so lost in giving Harold a blowjob that he didn’t see Veronica moving up on his body until their lips met again. She tasted of cum and pussy juice—a rather savory combination. Then she sucked on Harold some more, and Abdul played with his breasts. He had to constantly remind himself that he had two pleasure-buttons on his chest now. Everything wasn’t focused in betwee
n his legs anymore. Having a girl’s body was awesome.
Veronica gave Harold a few licks and grinned. “So, you wanna try the fucking part?”
As enthused as Abdul was, he knew Harold wouldn’t fit. “I don’t think I can. He’s too—”
“—too big for your ass? Nonsense.”
Abdul hadn’t even considered it until now. Everything had been focused around his pussy, around his tits. He had forgotten about his back door. And right then he was suddenly very conscious of it, that gaping hole in between his ass cheeks. He glanced at Harold and imagined all of him slipping into his asshole. Sparks of pleasure raced from Abdul’s crotch.
Veronica came prepared. She applied a water-based lubricant to Abdul’s anus and covered Harold himself with enough to nearly drown him. She didn’t want it to be the least bit painful. Neither did Abdul. This was his ass they were talking about here. Stuff usually wasn’t supposed to go in there!
Veronica pushed a finger inside him, and Abdul’s spine arched.
“Hey! A little warning next time.”
“Yeah, you’re pretty tight back there. Just checking. Ever had a colonoscopy?”
Abdul shook his head.
“This will probably feel a little weird at first.”
Abdul was having those second thoughts again. They were running rampant, unchecked. I’ve gone too far. This wasn’t what I signed up for! Having a pussy and tits were fantastic, but not the ass. Leave the ass alone!
Veronica was gentle the whole way. She wiggled a feisty Harold into his rectum, popping his swollen head past the tight muscles that made up his asshole. Abdul inhaled sharply. And then the rest of Harold pushed inside, a huge shaft that felt like it was ripping him right in two. Abdul clenched the sheets hard, but he didn’t cry out in pain. Beyond the discomfort, there was something else. Something more. It was the fullness of having Harold inside his ass. He focused on that instead. As Veronica pushed the first four inches in, his loins erupted into an onslaught of pleasure.
“Oh fuck,” he panted.
A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6 Page 37