A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  There was no superfluous plot for the sex. Nadine interviewed everyone within the standard procedure made precedent by the previous videos. The preparation seemed to fly by, and Liam was suddenly cognizant of being surrounded by a pair of warm, naked bodies, one female and the other male. The recording was already underway.

  “Feel her, Gus,” he heard Nadine say. She was behind him, her lips right against his ear. “Feel her body and how soft it is. Just like a woman’s, no? And her curves, and her breasts. Feel all of her. Does she feel good?”

  “Very nice, yes,” he said.

  Each of them was naked, and Liam was facing Nadine’s husband. A faint realization came to him of his breasts being fondled, and he looked down to see Gus’s hands squeezing them both. Even a man’s hands were nothing for their humongous dimensions, unable to be controlled, unable to be held without spilling one way or the other. Gus certainly tried, but eventually gave up and focused on the plump nipples instead. Liam heard a breath rush from his lungs as one was twisted, and then the other shortly after. He closed his eyes for only a moment, and then Gus’s face was right there, his lips coming in for a kiss. Liam automatically accepted it.

  “Aren’t those breasts amazing?” Nadine breathed into his ear. “And her ass. Gus, you have to see her ass.”

  Liam felt a hand pinching his rear, and the man’s attention went elsewhere, along with the prickly ends of his facial hair—which he was suddenly glad for. Yet, he was nothing short of turned on. With all the videos and Nadine visiting him every week, telling him how much of a slut he was becoming, complimenting his girlish looks, Liam was becoming conditioned to feel aroused in certain situations. Anytime in front of a camera, he’d feel a spark in his loins, a switch going off. Over time, Liam was becoming the girl that Nadine wanted him to be, a heavyset starlet with more curves than a classic sports car and an unshakable lust for anything sex-related. On almost every visit she’d tell him how famous he was going to be, the man who became a girl and never looked back. The videos were going to be a huge hit. She was very confident of that. People around the world would know of the Liam who became Leanne and got fucked on camera.

  At that moment, Leanne moaned, for she felt a strange moment of clarity, a reconciliation of two halves of her mind, surrounded by the goddess-like body of Nadine and her eager husband. Neither one of them could keep their hands off her. It was a treat she had been looking forward to, since the earliest days of recognizing her own humble existence to becoming one in body and mind. Leanne had a body like few other girls, and it was meant to be fondled and squeezed.

  Leanne cradled her breasts, admiring the vast cleavage that almost touched her chin. Both of them were so warm and tender, and more droplets of milk oozed out of the nipples. Nadine wasn’t emptying them as much as of recently, but the production had only slowed the tiniest bit. Then, she forgot about her breasts as Gus wrapped her up in his arms and kissed her cheek. She savored the close proximity of his body, his warmth, his hardness touching her in the abdomen. She had only seen glances of it—for her sizable rack didn’t permit much more than that. She remained in the middle, a plaything for both Nadine and her husband to grope, to use however they saw fit. She wanted whatever Nadine wanted, and this was her best gift yet.

  “And down here, love? Are you tight and wet?” he asked.

  Leanne nodded as a finger pushed inside her. She was on fire down below, and the insertion energized the flame in her belly as oxygen to a campfire. She wrapped Gus up with her thighs, pressing herself tight against him, kissing him back, writhing as the finger penetrated her over and over again, drawing out more wetness to her aching entrance. She loved nothing more than to have it filled, and she thanked her new companion by finding his hard cock and giving it a squeeze, wrapping her slender fingers around the shaft, pulling hard towards the tip. Gus groaned deeply.

  “You’ve become a beautiful woman,” Nadine said, caressing a shoulder. The hand upon Leanne’s ass went lower, between her legs. A finger extended towards her tight ass and slipped in. She relaxed the muscles down there to provide her easy access, to allow Nadine to fuck her as Gus was now, fingering her tight snatch.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned, suppressing a squeal but then emitting one shortly after. “Oh that’s so good.”

  “Yes, just like that.” Nadine craned her neck to watch her creation jerk off her husband’s cock. “Twist it. There you go. I bet he loves that.”

  “Oh shit,” Gus groaned. “She’s good at that.”

  “You’ll find she’s good at everything, dear.”

  “Show me.”

  Leanne lost track of whose hand belonged to who. She was certain they had switched holes at some point—Nadine now fingering her pussy and Gus toying with her ass—but she wasn’t entirely sure. Regardless, the pleasure was sustained, and it seemed to be coming from every point on her body. Even the mere sliding of the sheets against the bottoms of her feet made her tremble, as if all her skin was as sensitive as her breasts. A breath upon her neck made her toes curls, and a finger against her arm sent a shiver racing up her spine. Leanne had never felt so turned on in her entire life—which was an admittedly short life, though her memories went back as far as Liam’s did. With the camera upon her, she couldn’t control herself. She was the slut Nadine had created, the girl that was going to be famous, the woman that had once been a man.

  When Nadine told her to suck Gus’s cock, she did so without a single complaint. She wanted to. All the training with the toys and all the videos had built up to this moment, and she was ready for it. She took it into her mouth, as much as she could fit, sealing her lips around it and running her tongue along the bottom to taste it. Her hands flew to her breasts as the cock went in and out of her mouth, while Nadine’s fingers toyed with her slit, a pair of them entering it and pushing far within. Leanne’s body undulated against her beautiful partner, their naked forms almost flush together. Saliva went all down her chin and neck as Gus fucked her mouth.

  “Oh those lips are nice. You’re good at this. Nadine taught you well.”

  The taste of cock wasn’t enough. Leanne pulled on his hips until the tip of it was well down her throat, his balls at the edge of her lips. She had to have it all inside her, the smell of it all around her nostrils. Nadine had given her a gift, and she wanted to make the most of it. Gus fucked her like that, prying her lips open with his fingertips, shoving his cock into her mouth to make her gag. Yet, Leanne remained dutiful and determined, slurping on his member until a large swath of spit encircled her lips. More dangled from her chin. She must’ve looked like a mess for the camera when Gus finally pulled away. Ropes of drool still connected them, and Leanne gathered it all with her fingers, tasting a thick mixture of saliva and pre-cum before swallowing it all down and happily sighing to show Gus her empty mouth.

  “That’s a good girl,” Nadine told her. “Always make us happy. Remember that.”

  Leanne nodded that she would.

  Much like being stuck inside a dream, Leanne never felt fully in control of herself. She blinked, her female body tingling from head to toe, and there was Nadine, her beautiful face and her brown curls, her sweet scent that she had never noticed before. Their lips met and their breasts rubbed together. The combined amount of breast-flesh between the two of them was nearly too much to prevent them from kissing. Leanne wrapped her up tight, the adolescent fantasy now within her grasp, her curvy body all for the taking. A deep throbbing spread throughout her pussy as they made out. Gus’s fingers found her sweet hole and continued fucking her, though she hardly felt them.

  “Leanne,” the beauty whispered in a flirtatious voice as melodious as music. “You want to be fucked, don’t you? You want his cock? Tell me how badly you want it.”

  Leanne snuggled up against her. “Just tell him, please. Tell him to fuck me. I’m aching for it.”

  “Gus, you heard her. This slut wants to be fucked.”

  Leanne saw a glint from the camera lens from the corne
r of her eye. The footage must’ve been especially erotic. She couldn’t wait to watch it—if Nadine ever allowed her to. The thought of viewing it sent a tingle straight to her crotch. But there was little time to dwell on that. Nadine told her to get on her hands and knees, and Gus came up from behind, putting the weight of his naked body right against her soft rear. No time was wasted. She felt his hardness poking around, teasing the entrance to her warm tunnel. After a brief pressure, it pushed inside of her. Leanne rolled her head back, moaning, catching sight of her lover’s upside-down head. The air rushed from her lungs as it fully entered her.

  “Yes,” Nadine said. “She loves that, doesn’t she? Leanne, look at the camera. Show them how much you love it.”

  Nadine’s voice was a command, and Leanne knew she had to obey. Gus began to thrust into her, and she turned to the camera, smiling as his cock filled her pussy. She tried to picture all those viewers on the other end, those hundreds of thousands of horny men that would watch her get fucked like a woman. In her mind, every one of them had a cock in hand, jerking it, salivating at the images flashing back on their monitors or televisions. She pictured them all at once, a great horde, endless to the very farthest point of her imagination, so grand in number that it made her dizzy. She collapsed onto the bed, landing on her massive breasts, squealing as Gus pummeled her with his fat cock. Every thrust sent a vibration through her gargantuan ass and humongous tits, a pleasurable ripple that had no end, like a constant series of ocean waves.

  Nadine leaned over and kissed her deeply. For a moment, Leanne barely recognized the features of her face, but she accepted the lips. For all of Leanne’s short existence, Nadine had been the strict teacher ready to snap her ruler against an insubordinate student. But this kiss was something else, a glimpse at a more compassionate side. Leanne was suddenly hornier than ever, grasping the sheets and digging her fingernails in so hard that they poked through the fabric. Everything between her legs was on fire, the flames of which licking at the skin from underneath. A wave of numbness passed before an explosion of sensation erupted from her core. She shook uncontrollably, whimpering as the pace of Gus’s thrusts slowed to a stop. He rested against her, his manhood firmly buried in her warm hole.

  “She might be tighter than you, Nadine,” Gus said, sounding out of breath. “I had to stop.”

  Nadine circled around her. “Let me see.”

  Leanne had barely recovered from the orgasm before she felt something wet between her legs. She glanced back to see Nadine herself eating her out, lapping at her pussy. Gus was farther back now, fucking Nadine from behind. And, though a bit suppressed by the increased separation, she could feel each thrust passing from Gus’s hips through Nadine’s body and into her own womanhood. The tongue slid inside her, probing her stretched hole.

  There was little time for a breath. This was like an orgy for the cameras, one long fuck session until no one could move a muscle. Gus displayed a surprising amount of stamina, fucking Nadine until Leanne felt the girl’s moans vibrating against her pussy walls. Then, he had to take a break again. The both of them were too much for him. After pulling out, he hugged his wife from behind, kissing her on the cheek, whispering something into her ear.

  Leanne caught the end of it.

  “Are you sure?” he asked.

  “Yes, I’m sure of it. Her then me.”

  The two girls lined up together, lying on their backs and spreading their legs open. Leanne could hardly keep still with the remnants of orgasm still lingering, and the high of sex running through her veins. She squeezed her breasts hard until they hurt, twisting the nipples as they grew more erect than she’d ever seen. Then, Gus was standing at the edge of the bed, lining up his cock with her womanhood. Leanne had no time to prepare before he was inside of her again, thrusting the full length of it deep into her hole. Immediately, this new wonderful pleasure returned in full force, rushing up through her body straight to her mind. She cried out as her body convulsed into another orgasm.

  Shortly after, something warm and gooey shot into her pussy.

  Gus’s naked body gleamed with sweat under the lights. His hips bucked forward twice before he pulled back and hurried over to Nadine, quickly forcing his cock inside. Whatever was left of his release was emptied into her. Each thrust became weaker until he finally stopped, panting hard and collapsing into her arms. They remained like that for several minutes more, just kissing and catching their breaths. Leanne said not a word.

  “Are you happy?” she heard him ask Nadine.

  “Yes,” she said. “I couldn’t be happier.”

  Leanne closed her eyes, reliving the moment over and over again, feeling the warm seed inside of her pussy. She hadn’t expected that. A great step had been taken today. There was no going back from this. She would forever be in control from now on. This was her fantasy, her life. Her womanhood had been without a cock for only a few minutes, but already she was missing it. She tweaked her nipples and rubbed between her legs as the cum trickled out, anxiously awaiting the next fuck in front of a camera. She hoped it was soon.

  “You need help with that?”

  “Almost got it,” Nadine said, bending behind a camera and hooking up the final cable. It went straight to the laptop computer, where a live image was shown inside a window. Leanne saw herself on the carpet in the right half of the frame. “You know me, Leanne. I rarely let anyone else do this.”

  Leanne giggled. “You should. You’re going to be exhausted before we start!”

  The connector snapped into the port. “There. All set.”

  Leanne had to admire the view. Nadine’s penthouse was far more luxurious than that studio apartment downstairs, and it provided an excellent view of the city skyline. The sun was setting off in the distance, giving both of their naked bodies and the room itself a warm, sensual ambiance. Nadine couldn’t have been any more beautiful, with her fantastic curves and bulging belly. She waddled back into the frame, sitting down just opposite Leanne and crossing her legs. Their knees touched.

  “Still not accepting the money?” Nadine asked. She brought up the same question nearly every week as if to torment her.

  Leanne smiled. “Not yet.”

  “It’s all there under Liam’s name. I promise.”

  “I don’t look much like a Liam anymore,” Leanne said, smiling. “Even if I do still have his driver’s license, they might not give me the money.”

  “You are right about that,” Nadine said. “You definitely couldn’t pass as Liam anymore.”

  Leanne moaned softly as her lover reached across to her own belly, caressing it. There was something highly erotic about having another pair of hands touch it. Pregnancy came with all sorts of inconveniences, like the intermittent nausea and the irritating back pain—especially for Leanne, whose breasts had ballooned outward into the 36J territory and leaked milk everyday. But, after one glance at Nadine, it was all worth it. She appeared to glow with the sun at her back, her voluptuous form so perfect and still, radiant and stunning. Leanne couldn’t do anything but stare, knowing well enough that her own body looked almost identical.

  “Ready for Lesbian Preggo Sluts in Heat Volume One?” Nadine asked, giggling as the title finished rolling off her tongue.

  “Absolutely,” Leanne said. “Bring it on.”

  Nadine reached for a tiny remote, and, with the press of a button to start recording simultaneously with all three stationary cameras, the scene had begun.

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  Preg App: New Swellings

  Ashley would’ve never predicted that the Witchsoft Corporation would be alive after three months. At present, there were two apps out on the market—both still in beta phase and with restricted access to only selected customers, of course. Letting the technology loose on the general public would result in absolute chaos. Yet, the platform for experimenting with combinations of witchcraft and computers was still young, and the potential was possibly endless.

  With her eyes beginning to see double—a
product of bright green text on a black background—Ashley looked away from the computer monitor, setting her attention on Kaylee next. The girl was turned away from her workstation, levitating two feet off the ground, legs crossed. At the same time, commands and mathematical equations streamed across the screen at a brisk pace. Ashley saw that the keys were being pressed, even without her fingers touching them.

  Kaylee always had a knack for multi-tasking.

  “I’ve been working on some of my abilities,” she said, apparently sensing that Ashley was watching. “Check this out.”

  As Ashley watched, intrigued by her bold statement, the girl appeared to rotate in midair, spinning around an axis that would’ve penetrated the very center of her body had it been visible. Her head went back, and her legs came to the top. Now totally upside-down, Kaylee rested a moment before completing the full rotation, orienting her body the way it was thirty seconds before.

  Ashley gave her a halfhearted clap of approval.

  “What? You’re not impressed? Here, let me show you something else.”

  It never failed that they became distracted in one way or another, for the constant programming was mind-numbing work, sometimes going for hours without an official break. Between them there was always some kind of competition, tests to see who could do what with their developing powers. Kaylee always performed better when it came to physical objects, lifting and moving them with apparent ease.

  On the far end of the room, Ashley watched as a stainless steel carafe raised up from the table, lifted by an invisible force. Like Kaylee, it turned in the air, rotating just enough for warm coffee to exit the snout and fill a mug. Then, the mug flew across the room—at a careful pace so as to not spill the contents—before setting itself down on Kaylee’s desk. She faced away from it the whole time.

  “Did I make it?”

  Ashley confirmed that she did. “Not even a drop spilled out. That’d be bad if some had. We don’t have anything left over from the grant.”