A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  When I looked at Angelica, I had my answer.

  “Well, Jack. That’s one tasty-looking pussy you have there. Mind if I go down on you? I won’t bite.”

  Just the mention of it had my skin tingling. If I had the power to refuse, I would’ve bit my tongue. Except, like Angelica, I was gradually accepting this. I wanted my cock back, but I loved having a pussy between my legs too. There were some practical advantages to it as well, like not having to worry about sitting on my balls, and I didn’t have to hide any random erection.

  Oh shut up, Jack. You just like getting it fingered.

  So, while I hastily reached for my laptop to type up an email explaining why I was going to miss a conference call in twenty minutes, Angelica knelt down in front of me and pushed my legs open. Beneath my slightly damp briefs was that glistening slit. I couldn’t believe how wet it was. I’d seen Angelica’s a few times now, and it had never been dry. Mine was the same way—always prepped for immediate penetration. I wasn’t sure how I felt about that.

  With the email sent, Angelica pushed a finger inside my addicting new hole. I rolled my head back against the chair and sighed deeply. There was nothing in the world like that, and it was even better when someone else was doing it. She showcased her multitasking talents by penetrating me and rubbing my clit with her thumb at the same time. I felt my toes curling inside their socks. I had underestimated how sensitive the clit could be. In no time at all, I was quivering all over, suppressing moans that would’ve surely been heard by Susan across the hall.

  I glanced down and saw Angelica shoving a finger into her mouth—the one that had been inside me.

  “Fresh and sweet, doc,” she said. “You know, I do love drinking cum, but sometimes pussy juice hits the spot. Wanna taste?”

  I nodded before she finished the question.

  In the days since I had first acquired the reproductive organs of the opposite sex, I had never thought to taste myself. In the heat of arousal, refusing wasn’t an option. I licked Angelica’s finger clean of my juice, and then she presented a second finger that was just as wet. The taste was stronger than I’d expected, but smooth and definitely sweet. I loved tasting myself, and it only made me that much hornier to know that my pussy delivered delicious secretions. It really was better than having a cock.

  Angelica returned her attention to my sopping hole. “So, how many times have you touched yourself? Don’t lie to me, doc.”

  “Seven or eight, maybe more,” I confessed. I was becoming a huge slut.

  “And that many orgasms?”

  I nodded.

  “Gosh, you’re just like me. If I don’t have an orgasm at least once a day, I’m fucking depressed.”

  Enough with the talking, I wanted to tell her. This transformation was intriguing for the both of us, but my pussy was right there in front of her and desperately needed some attention. Priorities, Angelica. A slut has her priorities.

  Finally, my young, promiscuous lover lowered her head to that tasty honeypot. I was ready for it. She started slow, bringing her tongue up the center, stopping at my clit. A spark raced through me as the slimy tip of it did little circles at the top of my pussy. I almost hit her in the face with my leg. Then, she brought her mouth forward and kissed it, even munching on it slightly. I could feel her tongue going up and down, licking deep, flicking my diamond-hard clit. Every muscle in my body tensed up, and I thought my spine was going to snap with how sudden and violent it arched upward. I lurched in the chair, but caught myself before falling off. I was seeing stars.

  “Oh my God,” I panted.

  Angelica didn’t quit. She continued to eat my pussy out until I felt the orgasm coming. By now I was accustomed to the sensation and knew exactly when it would arrive. Seconds before it hit me, I grabbed the back of her head and forced her tongue deeper inside of me. My loins exploded into pleasure, and more juice came rushing out of my pussy and onto her lips. She lapped it all up, as I knew she would. Angelica was an expert at this, and my juice was fucking delicious.

  “Ah, fuck. Yeah, keep going!”

  The climax subsided, but only briefly. She kept licking my pussy until it arrived again. I threw my head back into the chair and reached for my chest, squeezing the breasts that I’d known would be there. The nipples were so goddamn hard, and I couldn’t stop pinching them. All the pleasure went straight for my loins, and another orgasm washed over me. It felt like the temperature in the room had suddenly gone up twenty degrees. I was sweating and panting, and unable to take my hands off my body. I didn’t want it to stop.

  “Jack?”

  It sounded like she was a mile away. “Yeah? Just … just a second. Oh God. Just … give me a moment.” Unlike a male orgasm, the female orgasm stayed with you. Even after she had stopped licking and fingering me, I was still riding on a high. Squeezing my tits kept me right under orgasm levels. If she would’ve breathed on my clitoris, I probably would’ve came again.

  “Jack, you’re a girl.”

  I slowly opened my eyes and stopped groping myself. It wasn’t a total shock; each time I orgasmed, it seemed like I stayed female for longer, though never enough to get a good look at myself. That one glimpse into the mirror had been my only chance to see what I looked like, and that was brief.

  But, today was different. A minute passed, and those two mounds were still pushing out my shirt. I watched and waited patiently. Five minutes later, they were still there. I grabbed them to confirm that they weren’t illusions and was instantly reminded of how hard I had been pinching the nipples. I grimaced. Yeah, they were definitely real, and they weren’t going away.

  “Jack, you’re a hottie. And you look young! Like, I could easily see you going to school with me.”

  “Yeah?” My pussy tingled again.

  “So, you figured out how to go all the way, huh? That’s so cool.”

  I shook my head. “No. I didn’t do this. Not intentionally.”

  “Whatever. Show me the goods, girl.”

  Who’s the adult here? What was most surprising was how quickly my hands yanked at my clothes. It was like I wanted to get naked for her. I wanted to show Angelica my naked female body, and it was turning me on more. Doing so was easy. Everything was oversized for me now, and I didn’t even have to unbutton my shirt to get out of it. Likewise, my pants and underwear nearly fell down with how much apparent mass I had lost. I was slender like Angelica, but still clearly curved like a girl. I ran my hands up the womanly swell of my hips, and then up along the inward curve of my waist and over my breasts. Everything was smooth and hairless. My tits were smaller than hers, but equally perky and undeniably sensitive. I pinched both the nipples simultaneously and shuddered.

  “Like, oh my God,” Angelica said. “You’re really a girl all over. Un-fucking-real.”

  Not just a girl. A slut. That one gene was responsible for me turning into a woman, and the sole reason why I was always so damn horny. As I slipped a hand between my legs again—that never got old—I began to wonder if my manhood was gone for good. The activation of the latent slut gene had erased my cock and balls, and now the rest of my body had followed suit. Angelica was right; I was a complete woman. The wet hole between my legs and the breasts on my chest confirmed that. And I wasn’t turning back.

  Was I worried? According to The Qualities of a Slut by the one and only Jack Koval, the priority for a girl like me was to have sex. Genetics were unconquerable.

  That hot emptiness between my legs drove me, and Angelica had no qualms with a girl repaying the favor. She slipped out of her tight little skirt as we kissed against my desk. Her soft mound was as warm and wet as mine was, and I pushed a finger inside her entrance as she did the same to me. Her lips vibrated with a moan.

  I began to understand how she saw the world. Angelica operated on that one primal instinct—to seek sexual satisfaction through any means necessary. Perhaps the slut gene was a dormant heirloom of mankind as a whole, like the genetic equivalent of an appendix. It subdued
the effects of the aging process and kept women young and beautiful for many years. It explained why I could still pass as a teenager. Before the development of modern society—and lower mortality rates—that one gene encouraged women to constantly reproduce. Millennia ago, it was necessary for the survival of mankind.

  Nowadays, the presence and activation of the gene turned the individual into a slut.

  As sisters of ravenous lust, Angelica and I made out for thirty minutes straight. I fingered her to orgasm twice, and then I bent down between her legs to lick up whatever tasty leftovers I could get my tongue on. Her pussy tasted just as sweet as mine. I shoved my tongue deep into her warm hole while she squeezed one of my breasts. Admittedly, those two mounds on my chest were somewhat distracting, but I instantly saw the benefit of them. After a little nipple-play I was moaning right along with her, demanding that she pinch them harder and harder until pain and pleasure became a blur.

  We collapsed into each other’s arms on top of my desk, overturning a pen holder and sending a name plate crashing down to the floor. The heat between my legs was more intense than ever as she pushed two fingers inside me again. She squeezed my round ass as I moved against her, working to fuck her fingers. With how much juice that hole between my legs was producing, it was easy for her to stick them all the way inside me. I shuddered as another orgasm overtook me.

  “Jack, you’re a slut,” she whispered. “Just like me.”

  “Yeah.” In my orgasmic haze, I could only agree.

  “I know some girls who love getting fucked, but none like me. None like you. Do you like being a slut? Because I do.”

  I nodded. It was the easiest question in the world.

  Angelica wiggled her way out from underneath me. “While I’d love to lick that tasty pussy of yours again, doc, we’ll have to save it for later. I promised Bill I’d give him head, and I’m not one to be late. I’m a responsible girl.”

  I blurted the only thing that came to mind. “Take me with you. Please.”

  I couldn’t believe what had come out of my mouth, and neither could Angelica. She gaped at me. After the transformation, it was like a whole new world had been opened up to me. Sex was the only thing on my mind, and it honestly didn’t matter who was with me. Angelica understood very well what I was going through, even if my transition was a little more radical than hers—I started life as a guy. Now, I still considered myself to be male and straight in spite of the most recent events, but that perception was slowly deteriorating. I was so horny that I just didn’t care.

  A slut is shameless about her desires.

  “Jack, you want to suck his dick with me?” She tapped her bottom lip. The grin wouldn’t go away. “I guess I can pass you off as a friend of mine. Out of town, maybe. But those clothes won’t cut it, sister. I have my cheerleader uniform in the car. You can wear that. No panties though.”

  “Anything,” I pleaded, picturing myself in that same cheerleader outfit that Angelica had worn during the parking lot encounter. I’d go around naked if I could. My pussy burned.

  “Okay then. Let’s go give him a blowjob he’ll never forget.”

  Cheerleader attire hadn’t changed much since I was in high school, and Angelica’s fit me as well as it did her—an observation that made my pussy drenched. No panties were a bit of an issue, though. A brief gust of wind could easily blow the skirt up, showing anyone that I wasn’t wearing anything underneath, and they’d see more than just my bare ass. Perhaps some dampness between my legs? My heart raced at the thought of how trashy I was being. As a new slut, I fucking loved it.

  Fortunately, the schoolyard was barren of life. It was just after two o’clock, so I assumed everyone must’ve been inside, teachers and students both. That was a good thing. I didn’t want to get caught. Despite my rampant arousal clouding everything in my head, I knew I had no form of identification. All of Jack Koval’s belongings were back in my office. Regardless, they wouldn’t have done me any good if I was caught on school grounds. I was a girl with no name wearing the school’s cheerleader uniform. Yeah, that’d cause some questions. Angelica could only vouch for me for so long before they wondered who the hell I was.

  Angelica parked by the far end of the football field next to the curb. I followed her lead, staying a step behind her the whole way. I might’ve been too horny to care what was about to go into my mouth, but I was still nervous. Bill was waiting under the main bleachers, just like she had said.

  “You said you were coming ten minutes—”

  His eyes flew to me.

  “Well, hello there. You didn’t say anything about a friend.”

  “I had a few distractions,” Angelica explained. “And keep your pants on. You know I suck good cock. It didn’t hurt you to wait.”

  “Yeah, but I can only be gone for so long before my diarrhea excuse doesn’t work. They’ll be checking the bathrooms soon.”

  “I wouldn’t worry.”

  “Easy for you to say. You’re supposed to be sick.”

  My mental image of Bill had been wrong. He was taller than I pictured, easily pushing six-foot-three or six-foot-four. He also wasn’t wearing a sweaty football jersey. When I gazed upon his massive shoulders and muscled arms, I felt weak in the knees. He was a big fucking dude, and he would’ve easily stood over me had I still been a man. But I wasn’t a man; I was a horny girl whose forehead only came up to his shirt collar. He was probably more than twice as heavy as me.

  And I was staring.

  “Jackie, meet Bill.” Good enough. “I’ve told Jackie so much about you. She wanted to see if the rumors were true.”

  Bill smirked. “Oh yeah, what rumors?”

  “That you’ve got the biggest cock in school.”

  “That’s no rumor. That’s a fact.”

  And I knew, if there was anyone in school who had seen most of the boys naked and could determine who had the largest dick of them all, it was probably Angelica. Angelica the slut. I was fucking shaking. I knew she saw me, and Bill probably did too. It was a mixture of nervousness and raw desire. I was horny as hell, but still wondering what in the hell I had gotten myself into. I was a medical professional who had spent eight years of his life studying and training to earn his medical license! This wasn’t exactly my field of expertise. I had appointments this afternoon, paperwork to fill out. The clinic couldn’t operate with my absence.

  Instead, here I was living out my newest schoolyard slut fantasy with the only person who knew what I was going through. She definitely wasn’t a doctor, but she understood my symptoms better than anyone else could.

  Are you horny, Jack? Best I can do is prescribe you some cock. It cures it quick. Trust me. And if that doesn’t fix you right up, try some pussy. The juice is said to be tastier than all of Earth’s fruits. Go down on a girl twice a day for maximum relief.

  “Jackie? Don’t be shy, girl. You’re the one who wanted to meet Bill.” Angelica grinned. “Well, part of him.”

  Bill eyed me up long and hard. “I know most of the girls in this school. Never seen you before.”

  “She’s from out of town.”

  “Does she talk?”

  “She’s shy.”

  A conversation between me and a stranger usually followed a certain template. I’d greet him and ask him what was wrong. That’s usually the only reason someone came to see a doctor. But this wasn’t the clinic and I was far from my practice. And I couldn’t look Bill in the eye. When I told Angelica that I had wanted to come along with her and give Bill a blowjob, I had meant it. So, my inner slut had taken full control. I was staring at the only part of Bill that mattered—that definite bulge in his pants. And both ends of me were drooling.

  Becoming a slut was all about letting go. Jack Koval—my former self—had described the qualities of the tiny subgroup of women perfectly. I was horny, and I didn’t care who knew it. I loved the way Bill looked at me, like he was undressing me with his eyes, imagining how I’d look without this silly cheerleader unifo
rm on. I couldn’t blame him. The most important function of any living organism was the ability to reproduce, or breed. I had to show Bill that I was capable of taking his seed.

  The final hour of Jack Koval was about to end.

  So, when Angelica went up to Bill and kissed him, I wasn’t far behind. We swapped back and forth, taking turns, letting him force his tongue into our mouths. He was the alpha male. He needed us. Of course things quickly got dirtier. From the corner of my eye, I saw a hand wrapping around Angelica and squeezing her ass, and then I felt one snaking up the rear of my skirt, pinching my bottom. Goose bumps raced along my skin. He discovered my lack of underwear and went between my thighs, pressing his fingers against my new favorite hole.

  “You’re fucking wet,” he said, penetrating me with the tip of his forefinger. I rose to my tippy toes as it pushed further inside. “So, so wet.”

  “She left a stain on my car seat,” Angelica said.

  She wasn’t lying. Just thinking about this little adventure had turned me on so much that juice wouldn’t stop coming out from between my legs. My body knew what it wanted. So, by the time Bill had his hands around me, it was like a waterfall down there. I was sopping wet to the point that the insides of my thighs were slick below the bottom of my skirt.

  I moaned as he started to really finger me. Some sweet alone time with Angelica had prepared me for this, but his fingers were much larger than hers. A pair of them were enough to stretch me wide open down there. My legs trembled as pleasure shot through me. Angelica was in on it too, reaching under my top and squeezing my breasts. My nipples looked like they wanted to detach themselves from the rest of my body with how hard they were, twin bumps tenting the fabric.