A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  Brock’s body leaned backward—toward Naomi. He was trying to distance himself from Tina and her sex toy, but it wouldn’t do. Naomi reminded him of her position by penetrating his wet entrance with the cock, pushing an inch or two inside of his tight hole. The glistening lips opened up, revealing bright pink inside, with a lining of juices surrounding the fake penis as it entered him.

  Now, Brock leaned forward again, and Naomi heard a gagging noise. Too far! She giggled. He was trapped between two dicks! Talk about a worst nightmare! For guys, she reminded herself. Being trapped between two dicks would’ve been hot for her.

  Over the next few minutes, she penetrated him more, twisting and turning the dildo inside of his sweet cunt, opening him up real nice. There was a bit of resistance inside—Brock was clenching hard, trying to prevent his new opening from being filled. But, Naomi wasn’t giving up that easily. His own body was betraying him with the juices. They were coming out steady now, coating his vagina in a pleasant shine. Naomi scooped some up and had another taste. The second serving was just as good.

  Finally, when the dildo was lubed up all the way, she entered him fully, pressing all six inches of thick silicone deep into his female slit. It was a tight fit, but the slick cavern behind his outer lips was primed for sexual intercourse. His body wanted it, no matter how much Brock was against the idea. Even though he was a straight male—as far as she knew—his pussy was soaked and swollen, the lips protruding from the rear like a signal to attract a cock.

  “Hey Brock, you look pretty good with a cock in ya,” Naomi said.

  “Mmmmphhhh!”

  Tina giggled. “He’s kinda occupied at the moment. What? You don’t like blowjobs when you’re the one sucking on the dick?” She turned on the electric motor, and suddenly the toy buzzed to life.

  “Mmmmphhhh!”

  The power of the Preg App was fascinating. Brock’s pussy looked real. It felt real. It tasted real. That was authentic pussy juice, and Naomi should know. She was kind of an expert on the matter.

  As for his massive, pregnant belly, Naomi gave that a rub. It was so heavy and firm, and it hung so far down below his body. It was almost exactly like hers earlier that day, hairless and smooth. It seemed so out of place on his male frame, but there wasn’t a crease. It was fully attached, a part of him, just like the pussy and breasts, a result of that magical app on Tina’s phone.

  “What?” Naomi heard Tina say. “Is this too embarrassing for you?” She slapped Brock across the cheek hard. “Next time, be a man. Oh wait, you lost your dick.”

  “Yeah, and now he’s officially a slut,” Naomi added.

  “I bet he likes being called a slut. Just look at his nipples. Look how hard they are! He must like it. That’s why they’re hard.”

  Naomi saw. She cupped one of his breasts. It was just the right size to fit in her palm, not terribly large, but definitely something that wouldn’t have been there normally. And the skin was too soft and smooth to be a man’s. She bounced it with her fingertips, watching as it jiggled. Then, she tweaked the dark, fat nipple between her forefinger and thumb, feeling a firmness just under the surface. She remembered the milk show from earlier in the day and mimicked those same motions, moving her fingers from the edge of the areola down to the very tip, pushing into the supple flesh.

  To her surprise, a little jet of milk shot out. Brock was lactating!

  “Mmmmphhhh!”

  “Oh now what? You don’t like having your tits played with?” Tina slapped him again, shoving the sex toy farther into his mouth. Naomi heard it vibrating against his teeth.

  At the rear, she returned to the silicone cock, which was still buried inside of Brock’s wet cunt. With a devious smirk forming, Naomi situated herself behind his body, her crotch flush with the base of the toy. Then, with one hand on his hip and the other holding the toy against her pubic mound, she pulled back, and then pushed forward, fucking Brock as if the penis were her own.

  “Oh yeah. Mmmmm! He’s so tight … and I’m so hard. Oh I want to fuck him until I come!”

  “Mmmmm! Mmmmphhhh!”

  “You squealing just makes me harder. Oh! I could come buckets!”

  She almost wished it was her penis, then she could properly fuck him until she shot her load deep into his sopping cunt. That’s what he deserved. Tina would’ve done it too if she had the chance. Naomi didn’t doubt it. Fuck him, shoot her seed, and then leave him pregnant. It was the perfect payback.

  But this would have to do.

  Naomi pumped him again and again, filling his wet hole with the fake cock. And each time, he took it like a champ. Brock could try and say whatever he wanted—his pussy was aching for it! Naomi knew what a ripe pussy looked and smelled like, and Brock had one. In fact, she was getting turned on by hearing him whimper. As the dildo penetrated him over and over, she moved the hand from his hip to her own mound. Her fingers immediately touched wetness, while one dove quickly inside. She hooked it far within, pinching it between her legs.

  “Oh yes! Oh fuck! Yeah, take all of that you little whore!” she shouted.

  With the heat in her lower abdomen building, she slammed her pelvis against him, driving the dildo as deep as it could possibly go. Only the base remained visible. The rest of it was buried inside of him. Juice continued to leak out from within.

  At the front, Tina finally removed the vibrator from his mouth.

  “You’re fucking crazy!” Brock shouted.

  “Shut up.” Then, Tina turned her attention to Naomi. “Swap?”

  Naomi nodded. “Uh huh. Good idea.”

  Tina tossed her the purple vibrator, and Naomi gave her the flesh-colored dildo. Immediately, she shoved the buzzing toy into her mouth and swirled it around, licking the entire length of it. Then, she touched the tip of it to Brock’s pussy. It was like an electric shock went through him. Brock’s body trembled for a moment as the end of it poked into his entrance. After another inch went inside of him, his spine arched up.

  At the front, Tina pushed the dildo into his mouth. Brock had no say in the matter.

  It wasn’t supposed to be a threesome, but Naomi couldn’t help but think it really was. Brock was just one of those quiet, submissive girls playing the reluctant role. But really he was horny as hell and willingly accepting his fate, giving in to what was happening. And his pussy was right there for the taking. Naomi made sure the vibrator was good and deep before she leaned in again, licking his slit a second time. More juice greeted her tongue, and she swallowed it all down as her tongue found his clit. Yeah, he had one of those too! It was a hardened little nub, almost hidden if it weren’t for Naomi’s lesbian experience. She flicked it back and forth. That got Brock squirming. His muffled pleas for mercy echoed throughout the room, but no one cared.

  With a hand now permanently stuck between her own legs, Naomi removed the vibrator and smashed her face against his cunt, surrounding her nose and mouth with his incredible scent. She couldn’t resist anymore. The warm flesh absorbed her face, and the juices came without pause, racing out to her lips. She forced her tongue in far, twisting it deep into his womanhood. Brock, meanwhile, bucked as the onslaught of pleasure racked his body. Tina shoved the fake cock hard into his mouth, and his ass came back to Naomi, each side pressing into her cheeks.

  Naomi had a feeling in her gut that he was close to orgasm. The heat between his legs was immense, and the juice came out thicker still, leaving through his gaping pussy. Then, it must’ve hit him like a semi-truck, for his arms collapsed, causing his upper body to slam against the floor. She stayed at it, penetrating him with her tongue until the muscle ached, tasting the sweet release that came oozing out.

  Her own climax came, and Naomi pulled away, moaning in ecstasy as her entire body trembled from head to toe. She fingered herself until everything was raw down there, and then more until she was seeing white. After that, she had to stop.

  Everybody had to take a breath.

  “Phew,” Tina panted, wiping her forehe
ad. “I didn’t know my ex-boyfriend was such a good little tramp. Maybe he should stay like this.”

  “N-n-no! You … you promised I would change back! You’ve had your fun.”

  Naomi shrugged, coming down from her own high. “Well, we could have more fun.”

  “Yeah, but we should keep our word,” Tina said. “We don’t want to be rude.”

  It was settled. As much as Naomi hated to see it, Brock was changed back to normal—which meant no more pregnant belly, or pussy. His cock almost seemed wrong now, for Naomi had gotten used to that wonderful slit between his legs. She didn’t want it to disappear just yet.

  A minute later, the Preg App had done its job, and Brock was fully male again. He dressed himself.

  “I’m gonna install that fucking app on my phone. Just you wait,” he said, making his way for the door.

  “Brock, you didn’t drive here,” Naomi said.

  “Doesn’t matter. I’ll find a taxi.” Then, he was gone.

  Naomi and Tina stared at each other, before they both burst out laughing at the exact same time.

  “That was incredible!” Tina said. “I can’t even imagine what was going through his mind. We probably damaged his ego for good.”

  “Yeah, he’s gonna wake up in the middle of the night with a cold sweat, having nightmares about being fucked!” Naomi added. “But, what if he does install that app? That could be bad.”

  Tina shook her head. “Won’t happen. I tried looking for more information about it when you were gone. Didn’t find squat. It’s like it doesn’t exist. I even tried on my computer. Nothing there, either.”

  “Oh.”

  Despite achieving an orgasm not long ago, Naomi was still horny. The two girls kissed before making their way to the bed. Tina opened her legs, and Naomi took advantage of the opportunity, slipping her fingers underneath her best friend’s panties and finding her wet entrance just waiting to be penetrated. Her sweet moans were like music.

  Shortly after, Tina suddenly seemed uninterested. Naomi wasn’t sure what changed, but her best friend turned away from her, wiggling her body out of reach. The fingers slipped out.

  Tina was occupied with the phone again, tapping the screen several times. Naomi saw it was the Preg App.

  “What are you doing?”

  She sighed. “Just making sure of a few things.”

  “With who? Brock?”

  “Nevermind. It’s not important.”

  She set the phone aside, and the two resumed making out, picking up where they had left off.

  Ashley arrived at the hospital with a bouquet of cloves in one hand. She loved the smell of them. Each of the buds was bright red and beautiful, slightly larger than a pecan. Kaylee had suggested them. When it came to choosing flowers, Ashley had little experience, though she wanted something different than the all-too-traditional roses. This was a special occasion!

  An older lady sat behind the front desk on the phone. Ashley patiently waited until the call ended.

  “Can I help you?”

  Ashley put on her best smile. “I’m looking for a Brock. I think this is the right place. Do you know which room he’s in?”

  The lady seemed confused. “This is the maternity wing. I don’t know of … oh. I recall that name. Let me look it up. Are you a friend or a family member? We’re only letting in family at this time.”

  Under the counter, Ashley’s fingers moved. “I’m a close friend.”

  The lady shook her head, as if dazed. “Well, you seem like a sweet girl. I’m sure it won’t be any trouble. He’s just down the hall, the last door on the right.”

  “Thanks!”

  Ashley hated hospitals. There was no color, and everyone’s face was so grim, lifeless. All the staff looked like robots scurrying about to their programmed tasks, hurrying from one room to the other. They’d pass Ashley down the hall, and none of them would look at her. Maybe it was the flowers. Or her black clothing. She was unusual, out of place, an outlier in the long halls with endless doors, yet they wouldn’t look. They couldn’t be bothered to give her the courtesy of a glance. To them, she was a shadow, and shadows weren’t worth the attention.

  Brock’s room was empty. She had made sure to arrive at a time when no one else was around. He had been asleep, but woke when he heard the door open. His eyes were tiny slits, the lids barely parted. No doubt he had been pumped full of pain-killers. All women in his position were. It was an unpleasant experience.

  His voice was weak. “Who … who are you? I don’t recognize …”

  “You don’t know me,” Ashley said, placing the cloves on a nearby table next to helium-filled balloons. She read the words on each and smiled. “I just came to congratulate you. It won’t be easy being a mother, especially for someone who wasn’t pregnant a week ago.”

  His eyes opened a little wider. “What? No one … knows. My mother thinks … it’s always been that way. How do you …”

  “Don’t use your voice,” she said. “I can tell it hurts. Just relax. Tina had a lot of fun with you. I kept tabs over the last week. It was quite interesting to follow. My assistant and I had a little bet going whether you’d stay like that or not.” She grinned. “I lost.”

  “You … you know?”

  “Absolutely. I helped create the Preg App. It was my idea. I wanted it to help women who couldn’t conceive, or those who wished to have babies in a timely manner. ‘The Instant Baby-Maker’ was its original tagline during testing. But it became so much more.”

  Brock moved as if he was attempting to sit up, but he could barely raise his head an inch off the pillow. Pain flashed across his face. It’d be a while before everything was healed down there.

  “Please … change it … change it back. Change it all back.”

  Ashley shook her head. “I can’t do that. Well, I could, but I won’t. It’s complicated. I usually don’t like to interfere. Rest assured, I have helped you. You’ll find the nursery fully stocked with diapers and clothes for the next three years, as long as you don’t put them up for adoption.”

  Brock’s hand trembled on the rail. “They … they …”

  Ashley made her way for the door. “Good luck, Brock. They are all healthy, as the app intends. I won’t be seeing you again. Give them all your love. They’ll need it growing up. And they will grow up fast.”

  Just before the door closed, Ashley heard his final words, a raspy whisper full of agony.

  “They pulled … eight of them … out … out of me.”

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  The Slut Gene

  Preacher Tom had called in just before lunch to schedule an appointment. He refused to share the details with me over the phone, but the troubled tone in his voice made it sound urgent. A dozen things flashed through my mind shortly after, things I’d seen in other patients. Men of his age were always dealing with deteriorating bodies. Cardiovascular disease was common, including heart attacks and strokes and all that other nasty stuff. If not that, then perhaps diabetes, or prostate cancer, or even a sudden loss in sexual performance. I had lost count on how many of my patients I had prescribed medication to treat erectile dysfunction. It seemed like every other man needed help getting it up.

  I had a lot to look forward to when I reached that age.

  I received Preacher Tom in my office just after four o’clock. It’d been years since I’d seen him up close. Once I had passed by the First Baptist Church while he was out changing the letters on the sign. Something about being generous to each other during the Christmas holiday. I hadn’t paid much attention. My father and him were good friends before he passed. Since then I’d never spoken to him. He looked like he had just stepped down from a sermon, still wearing the preacher’s attire and clutching the Holy Bible in between his calloused fingers. The spine of it was so worn you could see the individual pages peeking through. It was hanging together on a prayer.

  “I apologize for the short notice,” he said, sitting on the opposite side of my desk. He continued to ho
ld on to that Bible as if his life depended on it. “I couldn’t wait.”

  “You have nothing to be sorry for. What kind of doctor would I be if I refused a patient?”

  Just below his heavy brow, there was a brief glimpse of a twinkle in his eye before all the joy evaporated completely. His eyes returned to being colorless.

  “What’s gotcha coming into my office?” I flipped through the notes Susan had given me. Taking the patient’s weight and blood pressure was all standard procedure. Nothing jumped out at me. Tom’s heart rate was a little high, but nothing to be alarmed over. Lots of hearts started beating faster around doctors. Same around dentists. Hell, I’d get a little stressed when someone was poking around my mouth too and saying words with way too many syllables.

  “It’s not about me,” Tom said, looking up. “You have a fine practice, and your nurse is a real sweetheart. I’ll honor the fee of your time, but I’m not here to discuss me.”

  I leaned back in the chair. “Not a fan of sharp needles and urine tests?” I hoped that’d get a rise out of him, but that grim look on his face was impenetrable. Even kids were known to laugh at my jokes every now and then, and they equated doctors with hell spawn.

  “I do need a checkup. Been years since the last one,” he said. “But I’m here about my daughter, Angelica. I’m hoping medical science can shed some light onto this mystery that is my own teenage daughter.”

  This wasn’t what I expected. The last time I saw Angelica she was in middle school. Cute little girl with her dark hair tied in pigtails. Preacher Tom made sure she went to church every Sunday. That had been years ago.

  He continued. “You must understand that this is the last avenue on God’s green Earth. I have gone down all the others. The light of the Heavenly Father does not shine within the dark shadows in her head. Nothing does. She was a sweet, innocent girl, and then a switch was flipped. Right after she turned sixteen. I didn’t recognize my own daughter after that.”