A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  Years after, Rachel rarely wanted it. Tommy couldn’t remember any reason as to why she stopped. One day, they were going at it like rabbits. The next, Rachel would push away and curl up by herself, turning away from him. In fact, he couldn’t even remember the last time they had sex.

  “Baby,” she started, softly. “I just want it to be like old times.”

  “So do I,” Tommy agreed.

  “Then what is it?”

  “You never want it anymore. I’m a man, Rachel. I need it all the time.”

  “You look at all those women on the computer. Am I not pretty anymore?”

  Tommy stepped forward. “No, that’s not it at all.”

  “Then what?”

  Rachel tugged at her yellow dress, pulling off one shoulder strap to expose a tan shoulder, and then the other. Her cleavage came into view as she wiggled herself out of it. Her sizable assets were stuffed into a strapless bra, bulging from the cups.

  Tommy remembered when she had bought them. It was a surprise, to reignite an old flame. Rachel had always been jealous of other girls with more up top. Back then, she went without a bra more often than not. Now she absolutely needed one.

  She scooted over, patting her hand on the bed. “Just forget about everything else, Tommy. Just once. Tonight, we’re young again. We can’t keep our hands off each other.”

  Tommy unbuttoned his pants. “You actually want it? For real this time?”

  “Yeah,” she cooed, yanking the dress down her body, exposing her black lace panties.

  God, she was still sexy. The years hadn’t changed a single thing, and Rachel prided herself on staying thin. With the implants, she was downright voluptuous now, delicious from head to toe. Tommy felt his eyes linger on her deep cleavage, but the curves carried his gaze downward, toward her nether region. The front of the panties was like an arrow, pointing to what he desired most.

  He felt his manhood beginning to stir again. He remembered the chastity cage.

  “One problem,” he told her. “You have the key, right?”

  “Ms. Blake said—”

  “I don’t care what she said. If this is really happening, then I want to treat my wife right. Get this stupid thing off.”

  Rachel stared at his manhood once it came into view. Tommy’s cock had enlarged a little, but it wasn’t big enough yet to become painful.

  She shook her head. “I’d rather do as she says.”

  “But she’s a fraud!”

  Rachel stood and slipped out of her panties. Her shaved crotch came into view, and Tommy’s eyes were on it instantly.

  “We don’t need your cock.”

  “I need my cock.”

  She smirked. “Well, maybe if you’re really good with your tongue, I’ll let it out for a little bit. Ms. Blake won’t know.”

  That was all the incentive Tommy needed.

  They spiraled down to the bed. Tommy tugged at her strapless bra, exposing her large, fake breasts. He squeezed one while greeting the other with his mouth, wrapping his lips tightly around the nipple. Rachel squirmed beneath him, tugging his hair hard, and arching her torso up into his abdomen. The nipple enlarged right away, becoming easily fat enough to swirl his tongue around. Sweet music erupted from her throat.

  “Oh, you haven’t lost your touch.”

  Tommy searched his memories for the last time they had been like this—the last time he was on top of her. The last few years were a huge blur of avoiding his wife. It was like the first time again, with his hands running all over her nimble little body, grasping her firm breasts and pinching her ass. She squealed because of the latter, and he did it again, a little harder. Her legs quivered beneath him, the thighs rubbing together.

  Down below, she was already wet and ready. Tommy scooted himself down, tracing the tight contours of her waist with his eyes before being greeted by the gift that only a woman could provide. He settled himself between her soft, shapely legs, bringing his mouth to her delicious opening. There was already plenty of juice to taste, and Tommy savored the sweetness of it before probing her entrance with his tongue.

  Rachel exhaled sharply and grabbed his head, pushing him against her crotch.

  “Oh yes, that’s it. I’ve missed that.”

  The scent of her pussy was overwhelming. Tommy was hypnotized by its palatableness, so heavy in the air and all around his nostrils. He drank it all in as his tongue pushed deep, penetrating her over and over again. More of her tasty juices trickled out, and he lapped those up too. Simultaneously, he brought a hand just above his face, thumb aimed at her clitoris. It was just where he remembered, a tiny little nub hidden under a damp fold of skin. Tommy rubbed it back and forth, feeling as it stiffened up.

  The moans came without pause, and Rachel’s chest heaved nonstop. Tommy watched her, writhing with pleasure as he had never seen her before. Her dark hair was a mess, her head whipping side to side. Her pretty little lips opened wide, gulping down fresh oxygen before unleashing a yelp of approval.

  Moments later, she convulsed into orgasm, her pelvis slamming up and down. Tommy didn’t slow down; he kept at it, penetrating her with his tongue and furiously rubbing her swollen clit. Only when he was told to stop did he lean back and take a breath. Her juices were all over his face, thickest on his lips.

  He crawled up next to Rachel, cuddling her as another shudder passed through her body. She was soaked with sweat and still panting hard.

  Her eyes found his.

  “Oh Tommy, that was wonderful. I can’t even remember it feeling that good. You were good.”

  Tommy was so lost in the moment of watching his wife squirm that he had forgotten about his cock. Surprisingly, the pain hadn’t come, despite being buried between her legs and tasting her sweet secretions for himself.

  Rachel placed a hand between his legs. The metal wires kept her from making contact.

  “Now can you take it off?”

  She smiled. “In a bit. Just give me a moment to catch my breath.”

  Shockingly, Tommy’s cock was still not getting aroused. He glanced down at his manhood to confirm it for himself. Sure enough, it was still soft, trapped inside the chastity cage and looking about the size it was before, tiny and hidden under the folds of foreskin.

  Further back, he felt Rachel’s fingers touch a rather sensitive region, causing his legs to tremble.

  “Whoa, hey.” He closed his eyes for a moment. “What is that?”

  “What? I barely touched you.”

  “Yeah, but … it felt pretty good.”

  “Did it?” Rachel’s lips widened into a grin. “Well, I don’t know Tommy. You have something down there that I don’t know about?”

  “Yeah, the very bottom of my hairy ass,” he joked.

  “Relax. I’m not going that far back.”

  Tommy inhaled sharply as a shiver raced up his spine. Whatever it was, it was almost as perceptive as his cock. But he knew there was nothing below his scrotum. That’s where Rachel’s fingertips were, between his genitals and ass, a place he had never bothered to care about until this very instant.

  Despite his cock being completely dead at the moment, Tommy still felt turned on. There was a strange warmth in his belly, a gentle twisting to his insides. Without even thinking about it, he spread his legs a little more, granting his wife’s hand room to maneuver. This was wildly different than getting an erection, but it definitely wasn’t awful.

  Suddenly, her hand stopped.

  “Tommy.” Her voice was more serious. “There’s something down there.”

  His eyelids fluttered as ecstasy passed through his veins. “Whatever it is, it’s pretty damn good.”

  “No, you don’t understand. You’ve—”

  “Rachel,” he panted. “Just keep doing … oh … whatever it is you’re doing.”

  “Oh? If you insist.” Her fingers returned to action. “But this might feel a bit weird.”

  Weird? Maybe. But definitely fucking awesome, he thought. It was unusua
l to feel aroused without even touching his cock. The little thing was barely two inches long now, and completely out of his mind. Whatever Rachel had found was just as good. Tommy’s fingers curled into the sheets hard, while he pushed his head back into the pillow. It felt like tiny sparks were shooting off down between his legs, each a little more intense than the one previous. His entire body vibrated with pleasure, while his puny cock receded further into its fleshy sleeve, a pathetic excuse of manhood.

  When Rachel’s fingers entered him, Tommy’s eyes shot open at once.

  Lexi impatiently tapped her fingers on the armrest. She glanced at her watch again, Alex saw. It was the third time in the last minute.

  “Somewhere to be?” Ms. Blake asked.

  “Many places to be,” she explained. “Many clients to meet. I am expected to be on time, but you’re taking mine up.”

  Alex scooted forward. “She’s always like this. I told you about how she removed all my clothes from the closet, right? I found them all in a pile at the bottom of the stairs.”

  “I have several business suits, Alex,” Lexi told him. “And they have to hang. I don’t want to look trashy for my associates. Sorry if your t-shirts are in the way. There just isn’t any room.”

  “The only other closet is in the guest bedroom.”

  “Then use that one,” she said coldly.

  Alex could barely remember her being humble. Lexi had quickly risen up the ladder through her father’s company, and now the business had taken over her mind after becoming the vice president. She left for work early and came home late. It wasn’t uncommon for them to go a full day without talking. Hell, Alex remembered a week where she didn’t come home at all. She had business on the other side of the country and hadn’t even told him about it.

  Ms. Blake peered into the crystal ball. “Lexi, do you feel like you haven’t spent enough time with your husband?”

  She sighed audibly, as if to announce her boredom to everyone else in the room.

  “Alex doesn’t work. I have to pay the bills. If I rarely see him, then I rarely see him. My career is important.”

  “Too important,” Alex added. “Like, I don’t even think you see me anymore. When was the last time we were intimate?”

  Lexi didn’t answer. Her attention was on her fingernails, inspecting each one thoroughly.

  Alex turned to Ms. Blake. “See? That’s what I’m talking about. It’s not even a marriage anymore. I’m just baggage that gets in the way.”

  The strange woman placed her hands on the crystal ball. The inside of it was suddenly alive, swirling with a milk-white fog that seemed to have a mind of its own. Alex was entranced by it, especially when it zapped to her fingers, bouncing to each one. It seemed to recognize that she was touching it.

  “I need a palm,” she announced.

  Lexi looked up. “Whose? Mine?”

  Ms. Blake nodded.

  “Whatever. Just don’t damage my nails. This manicure cost seventy-nine dollars, and that was with a coupon.”

  Ms. Blake received her dainty hand gently, holding it up and placing her thumb over the knuckles. For a fleeting moment, they were both perfectly still. The strange woman on the other side seemed to be frozen, her eyes locked on the action within the crystal ball.

  “I understand,” she finally said. “You were fooled during your upbringing. You believed you needed to marry to achieve financial success. A lie was told to you, that only a man could provide food for the table. A part of you still believes this. But, you don’t want to be married anymore. It slows you down, holds you back. The obligation of the union ails you, so you ignore it.”

  Alex waved his hands. “Whoa, hang on a second Ms. Blake. I came here for you to back me up, not support my wife. I want to keep this marriage for as long as possible. I love her.”

  Their hands separated.

  “That would be difficult,” Ms. Blake said. “The nature of your wife’s individuality is strong, unrelenting. The best option for you is to support her.”

  “I do support her. I just wish she would slow down.”

  Lexi tapped her foot on the floor. “Are we done yet? I have a ride coming in two minutes, and the driver is never late. He won’t be expecting to wait, either.”

  “See? We didn’t even come here together.”

  Ms. Blake peered into the crystal ball again. The swirls inside were different now, moving gracefully without the violence of earlier. A light shone from the bottom, making the expressive cloud look a bit more ominous for a fraction of a second.

  Lexi’s phone rang.

  “Ugh. Sometimes I wish I could be in two places at once. I can barely keep up. Hello?”

  Ms. Blake looked at Alex. “I have a solution, to join the separation.”

  She had his attention now. “Yeah?”

  The woman retrieved something from under the table. In her palm was a green capsule, translucent and spherical.

  “Give her this tonight,” she explained. “It will dissolve into any drink. Make sure she takes it. She won’t taste it.”

  Alex glanced at his wife. She was still on the phone, not even paying attention. He reached across the table, grabbed the capsule, and stuffed it into his pocket.

  “Thanks. But, what would medicine do? How would that fix anything?”

  Ms. Blake smiled. “Trust me. I am experienced with many sorts of clients, and I know how women think.”

  Alex chuckled. “Yeah, I suppose you would.”

  Alex was still awake when his wife came home. It was past midnight. He couldn’t comprehend how she managed to work so late and get up at the crack of dawn. It was like she barely slept at all.

  He heard her in the kitchen, and then she came into the bedroom, carrying a glass of water in one hand and her heels in the other. She beelined straight for the bathroom, unbuttoning her blouse on the way. Lexi always fit in a quick shower before going to sleep.

  “Hey, how was your day?” Alex asked, hoping to get any response out of her.

  “Oh, you know,” she said, placing the glass of water on the dresser and disappearing into the bathroom. He heard the shower come on a few seconds later.

  That was usually how conversations with Lexi went—short and dull, two or three sentences at most, and without eye contact. Alex was accustomed to it; it had been that way for a long time. Salvaging whatever they had left seemed impossible, unless Ms. Blake was right. He hoped she was. That little green capsule didn’t seem like it could do much of anything, but it was better than nothing. The spark between them had gone out a long time ago.

  Yawning, Alex went over to the dresser, eyeing the half-empty glass of water. He retrieved the green capsule from his pocket and hovered it just above the rim, remembering what Ms. Blake had told him. He dropped it into the liquid, and it dissolved within a few seconds. The process was so quick that Alex’s jaw dropped. The capsule was completely gone.

  Ten minutes passed before Lexi exited the bathroom. Alex pretended to be asleep. Out of the corner of his eye, he watched her take the glass and sip the water. She took another step before stopping in her tracks. Then, Lexi returned the glass to her lips and emptied the rest of the contents into her mouth, swallowing it all down.

  Damn, Alex thought, watching the scene silently. I hope that worked.

  “Alex,” she said, turning to the bed. “You’re not really asleep, are you?”

  He said nothing.

  “I know you’re not. Quit pretending.”

  Alex sat up, removing the covers.

  Lexi twisted on her heel and removed her bathrobe, revealing her damp, mostly-naked body. Alex had seen it many times, but still he stared, lost in her undeniable beauty. The only article of clothing she wore was a skimpy pair of pink underwear, transparent in the front. She might as well have been nude.

  “Yeah?” His voice trembled.

  “Now’s not a time for sleep. Not yet,” she told him, sauntering over to the bed, swinging her hips along the way. He had never seen h
er do that in a long time.

  Stranger than her sudden disrobing was the fact that her eyes appeared green, almost like Ms. Blake’s. Lexi’s were normally brown.

  Alex was taken aback as she leaned in for a kiss, her soft lips coming to greet his. An exhale left his nose as a hand came around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. Her damp hair tickled his cheeks.

  When she pulled away, her eyes were greener than before.

  “Lexi?”

  She put a finger to his lips. “I know what you did. Ms. Blake was right. I see it now. You thought she was on your side, but she was really on mine.”

  Alex swallowed hard as Lexi tugged her panties off. His eyes lingered on her body, captivated by her naked breasts, and then her bare crotch. Her words echoed in his mind, louder each time. He couldn’t be sure of how long he ogled her, finding details about her naked body that he had forgotten.

  Without warning, Lexi shoved the pink panties into his mouth and closed his lips tight. The soft lace rolled into a ball, sticking in his throat, thickened by his own saliva soaking into the material.

  Alex squirmed, reaching for his mouth, but Lexi thwarted each attempt, shoving his hands away with a strength he had never felt before.

  Lexi, he wanted to say, you’re choking me!

  Marcus felt like a child being towed around, especially since Esperanza now towered over him. He had to look way up to see her eyes, to see that weird amusement on her face when she was rolling out the tape measure and telling him to stand perfectly still. It happened every five minutes, and each time he was slightly smaller, a little lighter, a little younger. It showed no signs of stopping.

  “That’s under four feet!” Esperanza gasped, showing him the measurement written in pen. “It’s an inch every few minutes.”

  The mirror showed the same. Marcus had stopped looking at reflections. He refused to believe what was happening, though it was all too vivid to be a dream. Ms. Blake was responsible, he knew. Taking those pills right before the changes started wasn’t just a coincidence.