A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  Whitney reached for her bag. “Good thing I brought this along,” she said, revealing a pink vibrator.

  “You brought that?”

  “I thought it might come in handy.”

  So, as the rain continued to pour outside, Justine lied on the bed in nothing but her skimpy yellow panties. Her cock was untucked, as evidenced by the small bulge in the front. It had shrunk because of the hormones, but it wasn’t exactly tiny. Whitney turned the vibrator on the highest setting and brought the vibrating tip right along the head of Justine’s cock. Bolts of pleasure raced through her immediately as she quivered on the bed.

  “Oh God. Yeah, like that.” She squeezed her breasts and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs. “Yeah.”

  Justine had never been one to jerk off when she was younger. Back then, having a cock had felt just as wrong. But, in the height of male puberty and in the middle of surging hormones, she had done it a few times. It had never felt natural, though. It was more like her body was taking over, forcing her to reach sexual satisfaction.

  Now, instead of stroking her cock, Justine preferred to have a buzzing toy against the sensitive tip of it. Luckily, Whitney knew this very well. She held it still in different spots around the glans. Justine’s cock might’ve only gotten halfway hard, but the pleasure was good all the same. She felt the ripples of the stimulation right in her loins. Her toes curled, and she opened her mouth to exhale. The orgasm rushed through her body, and a little spurt of cum darkened her panties. Whitney held the vibrator at her penis until she was shaking all over and begging for her to stop.

  Right then, there was a loud clap of thunder, and everything went dark.

  Kevin restlessly yanked on the leash. The other hand held the hood of his raincoat tight around his neck. “C’mon you mutt. Ain’t no dry bush out here. Just hurry up and piss.” The dog didn’t seem to hear him. It sniffed one tumbleweed and moved on to a drenched bundle of purple wildflowers. Kevin was sure that it had found its place, but it trotted along to another plant, its white and gold coat becoming increasingly wet along the way.

  They weren’t far outside the motel. Kevin didn’t want to venture out into the night, not in this awful weather. Even with the raincoat around his body, the howling wind seemed to cut right through it. And turning to face the west was asking for a face full of blasting water. Lightning flashed in the distance, followed by a rumble of thunder. He cowered briefly as the echo passed along the Arizona desert.

  Meanwhile, the dog had found a suitable spot and hiked its leg up.

  “About fucking time,” he muttered, shaking on the leash some more. “Hurry the hell up. My underwear’s already wet.”

  He had acquired the Norwegian Lundehund for a fair price on the east coast, and now the bitch was pregnant. He hoped she’d give birth to a large litter of pups. It was simple—the more she popped out, the more money he would be making in Los Angeles. The breed was one of the rarest in the States and highly sought after. By the time Kevin made the long return trip down I-10, his wallet would be stuffed with a fat wad of cash.

  He would’ve been there tonight, but the storm had forced him to take shelter. Back on the interstate, the car had started to hydroplane close to the speed limit. He knew it wasn’t worth the risk to drive through this downpour, not when he had a walking pile of money on four legs attached to his leash. The storm would eventually relent, maybe in an hour, maybe by morning. He could get a good night’s sleep before finishing the journey and rolling into Los Angeles.

  The dog whimpered as the rain intensified.

  “You done, Samantha? Fresh out of piss? C’mon.”

  The dog yapped.

  They both hurried back into the motel room, and just in time too. A flash of lightning lit up the nighttime sky. Kevin feared it was close. A few seconds later, the ground shook with the sound of thunder. The lights flickered, but the electricity stayed on for now. He led Samantha over to a metal cage and shut her inside. She tried to bite at his finger as he jammed the lock into place.

  “Hey! Now you just wait one goddamn minute, okay?” He pointed his finger at her. “I got a treat. Somewhere.”

  Samantha wagged her tail as Kevin fetched a doggy treat from one of the suitcases. It was supposed to be beef-flavored, but according to his nose it smelled nothing like that. He frowned and tossed it into the cage. Samantha eagerly snatched it up and chewed it thoroughly. As she did, he got a look at her protruding belly hanging right in front of her hind legs. It’d been two months since she had been knocked up, at least by Kevin’s estimate. It wouldn’t be long. Her teats were already swollen and hanging down a good deal. He was optimistic that she had four or five pups in there. Four or five would be good. And all healthy, hopefully.

  As another crack of thunder echoed outside, Kevin plopped himself down on the bed and turned on the tube. The news was on, showing a map of Arizona and the cluster of storms just west of Phoenix. That’s where the motel was. He saw a bunch of greens and yellows and reds. A splotch of red was right over where he figured the Copper Discount Motel to be. And, when the meteorologist played back the loop, it looked like the storms kept forming out west and training over the same area. Great. He wouldn’t be getting much sleep tonight with all that thunder.

  Dissatisfied with the forecast, Kevin turned off the television and went back towards the window. He scanned the parking lot in the courtyard. The place was pretty full. There was even a black limousine occupying one of the spots. A movie star? he thought, before laughing. His luck wouldn’t be that good. He saw Bobbi too, the cute blonde from the front desk. That girl had been lost in her comic book before she had gotten a good look at his dog. Kevin remembered her eyes lighting up, and the adorable “awwww” that followed. She was exceptionally cute, a little on the young side perhaps, but worth a watch in her denim shorts and Northern Arizona University t-shirt.

  Kevin pulled the blinds apart with his fingers as she went up to a vending machine and grabbed a soda. He expected her to head back to the main office, but instead Bobbi continued along the perimeter of the courtyard, staying underneath the awning so as to not get wet. Towards the rear of the complex—beyond all the parked cars—was some sort of small utility building with a gray door. She opened it and disappeared inside. Kevin saw the light come on.

  “Wonder what she’s up to,” he mumbled under his breath. Bobbi was the only staff he had seen in the entire motel. No janitors. No old cleaning ladies. No one else at the desk.

  A minute later, the door opened, and Bobbi accelerated into a full sprint back towards the main office as the rain suddenly came down harder than before. Right as she disappeared, there was a loud clap of thunder. It sounded like it was right over the motel. All the lights went out.

  “Look, honey!” Charlotte gestured to the giant flashing letters and the arrow pointing down to the entrance of a motel on the side of the road.

  Frank saw it as the windshield wipers cleared off a recent clutter of raindrops. Copper Discount Motel. It looked cheap. He told his wife as much and kept his foot firmly on the van’s gas pedal.

  “The storm isn’t getting any better,” Charlotte said. “Just pull over for the night. We can get to Phoenix early next morning.”

  Frank shook his head. “I don’t want to miss the moving truck. They said between eight and ten in the morning. I’d rather get to the house and stay the night just in case. You know they’ll charge us extra if we’re not home when they show up. Companies like that always do, honey.”

  “You can’t even see the road.”

  “I know where we’re heading.” Frank tapped the trusty GPS unit attached to the dash. “It’s never sent me wrong before. Besides, it’s pretty much a straight shot from here. I don’t want to waste money at a hotel when we’ll be at the house in another hour or so.”

  The flashing letters of the Copper Discount Motel passed by and appeared in the side mirror, shrinking into the dark horizon. Lightning flashed, and for a moment it was visible again, befor
e it disappeared into the wall of water that the storm had unleashed onto western Arizona.

  Charlotte grumbled something incomprehensible. Frank looked over and saw her clutching her pregnant belly from the bottom. The expression on her face instantly told him that she was in slight pain.

  “Everything all right?” he asked.

  “Yeah.” She nodded, biting her bottom lip. “The little rascal is turning over in there. He’s so restless. I think we made a football player.”

  “Or a basketball star,” Frank added, remembering his own success on the courts back when he was in high school. His only dream was to pass on the same love for the sport onto his son. He had wished the same during Charlotte’s first pregnancy, but it had turned out to be a girl. Charlotte wanted her to be a ballet dancer. That was fine by him. Their daughter could do that, as long as the boy became a basketball player.

  Charlotte held tiny year-old Julia in her arms. In spite of the noisy weather, she was sound asleep. “We still haven’t figured out what we’re going to name him,” she said.

  “Frank Junior,” Frank joked. “There’s a line of three Franks in my family, with me being the third. Tradition says I should continue the trend.”

  “Another one? It’s already confusing,” said Charlotte, speaking softer now. A bolt of lightning flashed up ahead. It couldn’t have been more than a mile away. It lit up the Arizona night, turning it to day for only an instant. But that instant revealed something once hidden in darkness.

  “Look out!” Charlotte shouted.

  Frank saw it. He stabbed the brakes, and the van came screeching to a halt on the rain-slicked pavement. He grabbed the steering wheel tight as boxes and plastic tubs crashed around in the backseat.

  The sudden jolt rocked Julia awake, and now she was wailing. Charlotte tended to her, calming her down with soft music as the raindrops pattered the window next to them.

  After the bawling had stopped, she looked over at Frank. “What was that? A hole?”

  “No idea.”

  Frank reached into the glove compartment and grabbed a flashlight. Outside, he braved the downpour and rumbles of thunder to get a look at what had caused him to slam the brakes. The van’s headlights revealed a giant crack in the road not more than twenty feet out ahead, but it was more than that. Frank stepped up to where the ground was gone and shined his flashlight down. A giant chasm had split the road in two. He couldn’t even see the bottom of it! He looked left, then right. The crack in the earth went both directions, as far as he could see.

  They weren’t reaching Phoenix tonight.

  Back inside the van, Charlotte had pulled her shirt down and unlatched one of the padded cups that covered her milk-filled breasts. Julia was happily nursing away on a dark brown nipple.

  “What is it?” she asked. “Can we pass it?”

  Frank shook his head. “I don’t know. It’s a giant hole in the ground. Maybe some earthquake caused it.”

  “In Arizona?” Charlotte giggled. “Earthquakes were one thing we were trying to get away from.”

  “I know.”

  Frank couldn’t explain it. If they hadn’t seen the giant crack in the road, it would’ve swallowed up the van and all their stuff. No one would’ve found them for a long time. He was grateful that a bolt of lightning had lit up the road briefly. Without it, it would’ve been too late when the crack came into view of the headlights.

  Licking his lip, Frank put the van into reverse and turned around while Julia continued to fill her small belly with Mama’s milk. A few miles back was the Copper Discount Motel. They’d have to stay there for the night and figure out a way around the hole in the ground tomorrow. It might require some backtracking, but they had no choice.

  He parked the van under an awning and left the engine running. Charlotte and baby Julia remained in the passenger seat as he went to see about a room. A cute blonde girl was at the main desk, her face mostly hidden behind a comic book. Frank remembered reading similar stuff back when he was her age, when that sort of thing was just for nerds.

  “What plot cliché is getting used in that one?” he asked.

  “The Mars Marauder has taken all their powers and is unleashing havoc on the city,” she said, flipping a page and continuing to chew on bubblegum. “Room is ninety-nine.”

  “Yeah, we’ll take one,” Frank said, reaching for his wallet. “Storm won’t let up. Have you heard anything about the road being gone just east of here? Found a giant crack. It’s impassable.”

  “Nope,” she said, shaking her head. She didn’t seem to care. After the money changed hands, she grabbed a key off the wall. Room 111.

  Right as Frank grabbed the key, a radio that had been emitting static suddenly started blasting music again. David Bowie was singing about changes. To that, Frank could relate. Moving from California to Phoenix was a huge hurdle in his life, and another kid was about to pop out of Charlotte in the next couple months. The days ahead wouldn’t have many opportunities for resting, especially since Charlotte was going to be a stay-at-home mom.

  “Great song,” he told the girl, before jumping into the van and parking in front of room 111.

  Bobbi glanced at a clock on the wall. Five minutes until ten o’clock. She sighed and placed the comic book down on the desk, using a ballpoint pen as a bookmark so she could continue later. The old swivel chair gave out a groan as she stood and stretched. Outside, a sudden gust of wind slammed rain into the glass.

  “Yeah, hold on,” she said. Unlike the patrons staying at the Copper Discount Motel, she had been expecting the violent weather. It was a sign, like water leaving a coast before an oncoming tsunami.

  Outside, she followed the path around the courtyard, stopping to grab a cold can of Coca-Cola from the vending machine on the way. Thunder bellowed in the distance. Up above was a constant light show. The sky looked angry.

  Near the rear of the complex was a small utility shed. Bobbi entered and turned on the light. The door shut behind her, muffling the raging storm outside. Just in front of her was an old rusted lever sticking out of the floor—like one that manually switched tracks on a railroad—attached to a set of half-visible cogs that went deeper into the ground.

  Bobbi placed her soda on a dusty shelf and put two hands on the switch. It took all of her strength to throw it. When the resistance finally gave out, it clicked into position, and the mighty cogs beneath the utility shed started to spin. If she remained absolutely still, she could feel the ground moving beneath her, spinning like a very slow merry-go-round.

  Satisfied that her job was done, Bobbi grabbed her soda and sprinted back towards the main office. Shortly after, a bright flash of lightning darkened the whole motel. Bobbi covered her ears as the thunder rattled the windows and rumbled the ground beneath her feet.

  On the desk, the needle of a compass was slowly spinning clockwise.

  Nate glanced out the window. The entire motel was dark, including the once-bright sign out in front. He didn’t see any lights on in the main office either. A few people had come out of their rooms to see the damage, but everyone stayed under the awning. The parking lot was fast turning into a small pond. Up above, the storm continued to tear across the Arizona sky. Not a second went by where there weren’t streaks of lightning. Electricity filled the air.

  “Grab the flashlight if you must,” Linda called to him. “I’m not leaving this bath until my legs are shaved. And there’s another matter you left unfinished if I recall.”

  “Just checking to see if everything’s all right, ma’am,” he said.

  “Your only worry is me. I want to look good for the movie producer tomorrow. Nothing must be out of place. You know how self-conscious I get with these professional matters.”

  Thunder rumbled in the distance. Right then, all the lights around the motel came on. Nate breathed a sigh of relief. Finishing the job in the dark would’ve been a real hassle, especially when dedicating one hand to flashlight duty.

  Back in the bathroom, Linda
had lit a cigarette. The smoke had nowhere to go, so it just hung over the tub. For a woman who hated touching anything with germs, she sure didn’t mind filling her body with tobacco fumes. She had calmed down after the brief power outage, though Nate still didn’t believe she should be in a bathtub in the middle of a lightning storm. Regardless, his duties had to be completed.

  “Everyone’s fine I bet. They are all fine, right?”

  Nate nodded. “All the power came back on.”

  Linda smiled. “And here I was beginning to think you were uncomfortable around me. Quickly Nate. You got me halfway there. Now finish the job. If you can shave my legs at the same time, I might even give you a tip.”

  “Certainly ma’am. Only if I’m sure I won’t cut you.”

  “I’ll be absolutely still.”

  Nate looked at Linda’s legs and saw where he had left off. The lightning strike had come right when he was about to finish with her left leg. A few dark hairs were still visible around the thigh. Despite the hormones, Linda’s body just couldn’t resist growing out a thick layer of body hair a few days after a clean shave. None of that was her fault. And it was up to Nate to make sure that she looked presentable whenever out in public. If there were a few strands of dark hair on her legs, someone might ask questions!

  Linda blew smoke out of the corner of her mouth. “Say it again, Nate. You know I like it when you say it.”

  “You’re the prettiest woman in Hollywood.”

  “And again,” she moaned, closing her eyes.

  “The most gorgeous of all the ladies. No one else comes close.”

  “Mmmm, good.”

  Nate grabbed the razor and resumed nicking off the final few dark hairs on her left leg. After that was finished, he dipped his palm under the bathwater and cleaned off any leftover cream. Her leg looked hairless and perfect. He ran his fingers up it just to make sure. Not the tiniest hint of stubble was to be found.

  The right leg was next. Nate swabbed it with shaving cream and began cutting through it with the razor. Meanwhile, his other hand submerged into the bathwater and went about to grabbing her semi-erect cock.