A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  “Oh fuck,” I panted. I didn’t have to worry about my voice as much out here. Unlike the doctor’s office, there was no risk of an echo. I could just let loose. “Fuck yes!”

  That bulge in Bill’s pants had grown tremendously. Angelica had already started caressing it, wrapping her fingers around it from outside, tracing the swelling outline. I remembered enjoying that when I was a man and mimicked her actions. It felt massive. But I knew that was just a byproduct of having smaller hands overall. To my dainty fingers, everything felt bigger.

  “Shit,” Bill muttered. “I can only stay until the bell for final period. Ms. Rogers will kill me if I skip another class. Make it quick, girls.”

  Angelica nudged me. “See that? Bill’s got a big cock for you. Ain’t no turning back now.”

  “I don’t want to.”

  She reached into his pants and pulled it out, and a gasp escaped my lips. It was huge! Angelica had her hand around the middle, and her fingers couldn’t quite touch on the other side. It was easily more than seven inches long, maybe even closer to eight. What in the world were they feeding kids these days? I thought I had been lucky in the junk department, but Bill’s put mine to shame. Not that it mattered much anymore. I had something better between my legs now.

  Angelica wasted no time in jerking him off. She kissed it lightly on the end, while squeezing her hand tight around the middle of the shaft. I watched, mesmerized as all these blood vessels swelled along the surface. The tip of it was throbbing constantly. My pussy was fucking burning down there.

  And then she handed it to me, and I got my first feel of another man’s cock.

  “Yeah, that’s nice,” Bill groaned. “You know, Angelica, I’ve never had two girls at the same time.”

  “You never asked,” she said. “Besides, I have the talent of two girls anyway.”

  “True, true.”

  While they chatted, I stroked Bill’s big cock. As a doctor, I had seen plenty of cocks in my years at that clinic, mostly from men seeking to fix their erectile dysfunction. Well, one thing was for certain here. Bill had no problem at all getting his up. More than that, I couldn’t believe I was doing it. It was so goddamn hard against my palm, yet the skin was so smooth and taut. Angelica added some spit which made it even easier to jerk him off. Bill egged me on when I started moving my hand faster, saying how he was going to come all over my pretty face and blow the biggest of loads.

  I reached between my legs and started fingering myself. It wasn’t exactly romantic, but that sort of stuff turned me on!

  “Good girl,” Angelica said. “Can you believe that this is her first cock, Bill?”

  “No way. You’re lying.”

  “Nope. She broke through her shell, and now she wants to suck every cock she can get her hands on.”

  “Oh yeah? Well, she can suck mine as much as she wants to.”

  I had made the right choice. Ever since my cock had withered away and turned into a pussy that first time, there had been two battling identities in my head. Now, the more I experienced life as a girl—as a slut—the more I wanted to stay as one. Still, I didn’t want to abandon my medical practice. Much of my life had been spent getting to that moment! And the pay was good. That was precious money I could spend on a new wardrobe, and skimpy little clothes like thongs and short skirts. Angelica would have to give me some tips. I might’ve had the body of a girl, but I didn’t know much about dressing like one.

  A lot had happened since meeting with Preacher Tom those weeks ago. The last thing I had expected was to become friends with his own daughter, or discover that Angelica did have a genetic disorder that caused her to be promiscuous. And I had that same latent gene inside of me, only now it was fully active.

  Angelica must’ve gotten greedy, for she took the cock out of my hands and started sucking on it. That was fine; it gave me an opportunity to focus on fingering myself. Skirts were good for that. They allowed for easy access. I looked up at Bill, who had his head rolled back. He was trying to stay quiet, but I could hear him breathing hard. Angelica did have one magic tongue. I would’ve been in his position had the slut gene not been triggered in my body, but I liked being on my knees for a man—or a woman. Part of the enjoyment was from seeing the pleasure on someone else’s face. That in turn boosted my own arousal. Two fingers went deep into my snatch as I turned my attention back to Angelica. She bobbed her head back and forth, slobbering all over his member.

  And then she pulled back, gave Bill’s mighty manhood a few tugs, and aimed it at me. I crossed my eyes, staring down this behemoth that was half wet and completely erect.

  I went for it.

  “Mmmm, fuck,” Bill breathed. “Lips like a pro. You taught her well.”

  “I didn’t teach her,” Angelica said. “She’s just a natural.”

  The slut inside me couldn’t have been any happier. I was sucking Bill off, putting his cock as deep into my mouth as it could possibly go. But that wasn’t all. Watching Angelica give him head had been like a tutorial video. How to suck cock. Step 1: Insert cock into mouth, place lips around shaft. I pulled my head back, dragging my lips along the shaft, keeping them tight. Then, I pushed forward again, driving that cock towards my throat. At the same time, I sucked the air out of my mouth, giving him a nice grip with the insides of my cheeks. Oh, and I couldn’t forget about the tongue. I teased the tip of his cock until I tasted what had to be pre-cum. Of course I swallowed it all down. Sluts only swallowed. There was no alternative. Cum had vitamins, after all. Angelica had told me that, and she had experience with cocks.

  Her and I swapped back and forth. Each time I didn’t have his cock, I was anxious to put it in my mouth again. But, like before, being cockless allowed me to touch myself. Watching Angelica slobber all over his male member brought me to orgasm. I pumped two fingers into myself as hard as I could while tweaking a nipple. Then it was my turn again. Angelica came around behind me and started pushing my head onto his cock. I almost gagged when it entered my throat, but she wouldn’t let me pull back to catch my breath.

  I love letting guys really use me, Angelica’s voice said in my head. I understood now. The purpose of a slut depended on those around her. Bill had needs, and I was here to do whatever he wanted of me. I would’ve let him fuck me in the ass if he said it. If he wanted me to follow him into the school and blow him in the bathroom, I would’ve done that too. I didn’t care. This shameless addiction to sex had no bounds. I was like Angelica now. My role in life constantly swayed between being a sensual lover to a walking cum dumpster.

  Off in the distance, I heard the bell for final period ring. Luckily, Bill was close. Angelica kept slamming my head onto his cock, yanking me back and forth with a handful of my hair. Slobber hung from my chin.

  “Yeah, take it all in there! He’s about to fill your tummy with cum, you dirty slut!”

  There was no warning. I heard Bill breathe in louder than usual, and suddenly something warm was shooting down my esophagus. At last! But it was too far back to taste. So, I pulled back until a hot spurt of his release splashed onto my tongue. I was instantly addicted to that warm, salty taste and swallowed as fast as the cum entered my mouth.

  Angelica yanked me off to have some for herself. She gobbled the leftovers down before we both polished his cock clean with our tongues. That was a slut’s duty. Leave no cum behind.

  “Fuck, that was fantastic.” Bill didn’t say much. He stuffed his cock back into his pants and ran off towards school. He had used us. “Thanks.”

  Angelica and I were left to catch our breaths. There was a wide swath of drool around her lips, and I imagined that I looked about the same. Anyone could look at us and know what we had been doing. We both started giggling.

  “First cock, yay or nay?” she asked me.

  “Definitely a thumbs up,” I said.

  As I sat there under the bleachers thinking about what had just happened, I knew I wanted more. Bill’s cock was the first. He would definitely let me suck hi
m off again. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe next week. I couldn’t wait. And Angelica knew plenty of other boys. She was the school slut after all, and I was her new partner in cock-sucking.

  The real question was whether or not I’d let one of them fuck me. Sensing that irritating emptiness between my legs, I knew I’d drop my underwear if anyone asked me to. I was a slut, and that’s what sluts did. Jackie the slut.

  The two of us went back to the car, sharing a few kisses along the way. Angelica even snuck a hand under my skirt and fingered me. Neither of us cared. We were in broad daylight, and still we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I returned the favor by squeezing her ass.

  “Back to the office,” I told her.

  “You don’t want to fuck? Because I want to fuck.”

  “Keep your panties on for a little while longer.”

  “I’m not wearing any.”

  Of course. Why was I not surprised?

  The slut gene was here to stay. There was no going back, as was the nature of most genetic mutations. I couldn’t cure Preacher Tom’s daughter, and I couldn’t cure myself. We were both sluts, and we were going to stay that way for the foreseeable future. Besides, even if there was a cure, I didn’t know if I would’ve taken it or not. Being a slut had opened up an entirely new world to me, a world where I could pass myself off as a teenager and get all the sex I craved for.

  In spite of having a mind full of hard cocks and deliciously wet pussies, I wanted to keep my job. Convincing Susan that I was still Jack Koval took some work, though. Fortunately I still had all my memories. I just had a serious genetic disorder. After some changes around the office, I was officially Dr. Jacqueline Koval, or Jackie for short. I would still see men who weren’t able to get erections. I just couldn’t promise that I wouldn’t give them blowjobs to see if they truly had erectile dysfunction or not.

  Later that week, I was sitting at my desk with Angelica down between my legs, licking my pussy. Behind a locked door, I opted out of pants. It was easier that way.

  Looking at my laptop, I suddenly remembered something. “There are others.”

  Angelica stopped licking. “What?”

  “Nothing.”

  After sending those one-hundred and forty-three samples of blood to the lab, I had learned that there were seven others like Angelica—including me—who had donated blood to the clinic. Seven! With a larger population sample, that number could’ve easily been in the thousands. I couldn’t imagine it. Some of them were probably exactly like Angelica—total sluts. Others might’ve been like me, possessing the latent version of the gene. Once activated, they would become horny girls no matter if they were men or women to begin with.

  Though my new appetite for cock took precedence over most things, I was still fascinated by the slut gene. I wanted to meet these others who had it. Already I was figuring out ways to get them into the office. Maybe I’d call them and explain that they had some serious condition. I had found it in their blood, or whatever. It didn’t really matter. As long as I could convince them to come through my door and take a seat, I could meet these potential sluts.

  And fuck them.

  ###

  Snoogies

  Gemma was the one who found them.

  The path through the woods only took thirty minutes, instead of the conventional road that winded through the hills and took twice as long. Edgar knew of the barn. A man by the name of Kipper owned it, though he hadn’t seen him himself, and the barn didn’t seem to be little more than a decaying relic. Inside was farm equipment, old and rust-covered. It all appeared untouched for the last few decades, left to rot in the changing seasons and ferocious weather. The wood had faded long ago, and the interior was a haven for cobwebs and mice. It was a familiar resting point.

  Tucked almost inconspicuously behind the rear tire of an old tractor was a bag of colorful candy, each one a little larger than a bean. There must’ve been a hundred of them inside the yellow bag, or maybe even two hundred. Edgar and Gemma hadn’t seen it there before, but perhaps they hadn’t looked. It didn’t stand out; the bag itself was faded as if it had been sitting in the sun for months or even years. Over time, much of the words and designs on the package had blended together, becoming indecipherable.

  One thing that was clear was the name on the bag: Snoogies.

  “Oh, gross,” Gemma said.

  Edgar turned and peered into the barn, his eyes adjusting to see in the shadows. “What is?”

  “A bag of old candy. It’s opened, too. You ever heard of Snoogies?”

  “Snoogies?” Edgar chuckled. The word itself was amusing to say. “What are those?”

  “Here.”

  Gemma lifted the bag up and placed it on the tractor tire. The entire thing flattened and bulged at the middle as the candy inside shifted and spread out. The name on the package was printed in colorful, bold letters, surrounded by cartoon characters with bodies made from the bean-shaped candy pieces, all with cheerful expressions and massive eyes. Edgar looked inside. The candy had the consistency of gummy bears only without the shape. A fruity smell touched his nose.

  Gemma gasped. “Okay, you want to know how old this stuff is?”

  “I’m not sure that I do.”

  She pointed at the bag. “Well, a lot of it’s worn off, but I can make out the copyright date. It’s from twenty years ago.”

  “Yuck!”

  “’These little atomic bombs of flavor will have you eating until there’s no more left,’” she read off the package. “And then something I can’t make out.”

  “Let me see,” Edgar said.

  The back of the package was much like the front, with those same cartoon characters that each had the body of a piece of candy and huge eyes. Here, all the flavors were shown. The pink one was at the top of the list. Underneath it was a word—watermelon. The yellow one was supposedly banana-flavored, and the black one liquorice. He also saw a blue one and a green one, but the packaging was too faded to make out the flavors. Below that were more that couldn’t be made out at all.

  “You know, they don’t look like they’ve gone bad,” Gemma said, reaching into the bag and pulling out a handful. The candy slipped between her fingers and fell back inside. “I’ve smelled rotten food before. These don’t smell like that.”

  “You seriously thinking about eating one?” Edgar nearly retched at the thought. “That’s disgusting! You don’t know where that bag’s been.”

  “Maybe not, but the candy looks fine.”

  Edgar crossed his arms. “I bet there’s a reason it’s not sold anymore. Just saying. If you start puking your guts up, don’t say I didn’t tell you not to eat them.”

  “I’ll keep that in mind.”

  Gemma reached into the bag and pulled out one of the candies—a yellow piece. Edgar remembered the diagram on the back of the package, and that yellow was supposed to be banana-flavored. Maybe several years ago, he thought to himself. Now there was no telling what it tasted like. Regardless, Gemma inspected the candy for a few seconds more before popping it into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed it.

  “Whoa.”

  “What? What do you mean by that?”

  She closed her eyes. “There was a lot of flavor crammed into it. Like, it was really strong. I wasn’t expecting that.”

  “And it still tasted like a banana?”

  “As if I was actually biting into one,” Gemma said. “I can’t even remember the gummy texture actually. It’s really bizarre. I’ve never had anything like that.”

  “Maybe this candy was made at Willy Wonka’s factory. Gemma, you should be careful.”

  She smiled. “Now Edgar, it’s just candy. A really strange, wonderful candy, but just candy.” She reached for another yellow piece. “What’s the worst that can happen?”

  Edgar was starting to get anxious to try one. He dug deep into his mind again, trying to recall if he had seen Snoogies before, but nothing came up. They were slightly before his time, but still something he w
ould’ve heard of, surely. He reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, bringing up the internet right away. A quick search came back with no results. Not even the internet knew of Snoogies, and the internet was supposed to know everything. That made him a little uneasy.

  “Edgar?”

  He looked up. Gemma had just finished chewing and swallowing another piece. “Yeah?”

  She put a hand to her stomach. “Okay, maybe you were right. I feel odd.”

  “I told you. How many did you have?”

  “Three of the banana ones. They tasted really good. I couldn’t just stop.”

  “You said the same thing when you started smoking.”

  “Edgar!”

  Something peculiar happened next. A moment passed and something seemed off about her, but Edgar didn’t know what it was exactly. She was the same girl with the same dark hair and t-shirt, except she appeared to be distracted, staring off at nothing in particular and not bothering with the bag of candy anymore. Edgar didn’t predict any positive outcomes from eating that ancient candy, but signs of sickness would’ve surely come later. It had barely been a full minute since she had popped the first one into her mouth.

  “Gemma?”

  Not more than a second passed, and everything changed. Gemma’s body dropped as if she had been standing on a step, and suddenly the step wasn’t there. Her feet had remained firmly on the ground the entire time. She was now about six inches shorter, shrunken inside of her clothes which were clearly too big for her. Her pants must’ve started to slip, for she grabbed those and held them tight, all while she gazed down at herself with an expression of total shock.

  Then, she dropped another six inches.

  “Gemma!”

  Edgar rushed over as she dropped again. She couldn’t have been an inch over four feet tall now, and her t-shirt was more like a dress, hanging loose on her body and exposing one shoulder and an oversized bra strap. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with horror. The contrast in size must’ve stunned her, for she let go of her pants. They fell into a large pile around her ankles, along with her underwear. She would’ve been totally naked below the waist had her shirt not reached down to cover everything now.