A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6

by Gregor Daniels

  “Wet, aren’t we?”

  He remembered he had a voice. “Gemma, that’s—”

  “—your pussy? Sure is. This is so weird!”

  “You’re saying it’s weird? What about me?”

  “Not so loud. Remember my dad is downstairs.”

  Edgar’s body trembled from head to toe. “Yeah, okay. I’m the … oh … the one getting fingered.”

  “Let me see if my technique works on you.”

  They went to the bed, and Edgar dropped his pants down to around his thighs. He knew that the pink candy had worked as intended, and that every inch of him was now a girl. The breasts alone were evidence enough. Yet, down there, it was completely different. He didn’t really notice it whenever they were talking or just carrying on normally. But, when Gemma pushed a finger across his new—and very moist—folds, it was clear that nothing was the same down there. A great warmth burst throughout his loins, like a bubble popping. He collapsed back, falling down to his elbows, moaning again as that same finger curved into a tight little hole.

  “Gemma,” he panted. “Oh … oh shit.”

  “Like it?”

  “Yeah.” He nodded. “Yeah, definitely.”

  It was amazingly sensitive, and made more bizarre by the fact that there was nothing to grip or stroke down there. The pleasure was all inside him, deep in his lower belly. The warmth was the best part of it. To Edgar, it felt like there were literal sparks going off under the skin, shooting in every direction and colliding to create a massive bubble of heat just above his crotch. Gemma pushed her finger in all the way, and his knees came together. It slipped out, and he clenched the sheets hard. She wasn’t doing much at all and already he felt on edge.

  “That’s so hot,” she whispered.

  “Yeah? Oh!”

  “What if you finger me too?”

  With fat snowflakes falling past the window outside, Edgar reached over and found that familiar spot between his girlfriend’s thighs—much like his own. Her lower lips were wetter than his, and he slid his fingers down the middle, finding her hardened clit and rubbing it back and forth. Gemma moaned in approval. She returned the favor by finding his own clit with her thumb and applying pressure to it. Edgar writhed.

  “Oh … oh fuck,” he breathed. “I can barely stay still.”

  “That’s when it’s really good.”

  She was really going at it now, pumping her finger hard and deep inside of him. Edgar couldn’t believe how slippery it was. The juice continued to come out until her finger was absolutely covered with it, and then she pulled it away and licked it clean. The pause from the stimulation allowed him to fully concentrate again. He inserted two fingers into Gemma’s warm entrance and shoved them deep. He went harder and quicker when she demanded it. It wasn’t long before they were both sweating and rolling into each other’s arms, surrounding themselves with the sweet scent of their naked, horny bodies.

  Edgar found himself on the bottom, trembling as the orgasm lingered just over the horizon.

  “Isn’t it good to be a girl?” Gemma asked.

  He nodded right away. The fingers pinching his nipple certainly persuaded him to respond with a positive answer.

  “I like you as a girl.”

  “I like it too,” he agreed.

  “Maybe we can do this often. You can come over and we can just be a couple of girls together.”

  “As long as the candy lasts,” he pointed out.

  Were the Snoogies the greatest discovery in the history of mankind? Maybe. Maybe not. It definitely depended on the perspective. When Edgar had been deciding on how to deliver that baby in his belly six months ago, he didn’t have a high opinion of them. Now, the Snoogies were pretty damn awesome.

  Gemma crawled backward, sticking her round butt into the air. Edgar knew what she was going to do next, and he was ready for it. She planted her face against his crotch and stuck her tongue out. He felt it roaming around his lower lips, grazing his swollen clit, teasing his hot entrance. It didn’t matter where it went; every sensation was so new and wonderful that the fading orgasm came right back.

  When her tongue penetrated his pussy and twisted inside the juice-covered walls, it hit him. He moaned deeply and arched his back, reaching frantically into the air and grabbing Gemma’s head to hold it there at his crotch. The constant licking drove him wild, causing him to whip his head back and forth. The explosion in his belly reached the ends of his toes and the very top of his head, and all the places in between. His entire body was encapsulated in tingly warmth for several more minutes.

  Even after most everything had gone numb down there, he didn’t tell her to stop. Then, she crawled back into his arms and kissed him again. Edgar tasted his own juices for the first time and licked her lips clean of it. It definitely wasn’t bad. The air smelled of their sex.

  Gemma pushed the hair out of his eyes. “Good? I about got off just watching you squirm.”

  “Yeah it was,” he said. “I could get used to it.”

  She appeared content with not achieving climax and began to snuggle against his chest, but Edgar didn’t want to leave her unsatisfied. He grabbed her by the shoulders and turned her right over, straddling her. She was momentarily surprised by the reversal of roles, but smiled when Edgar lowered himself to her crotch and found her damp hole waiting to be tasted. He pressed his face to it, surrounding his nostrils in that sweet, intoxicating scent, and licked her folds with his tongue. She bucked hard and sudden, and even more violently when he penetrated her.

  “Oh Edgar! Yes!”

  As the room echoed with her moans, Edgar found himself in a moment of perceptive clarity. All of this was real. His body was one-hundred-percent female at the moment, and the kitten trying to nap by his shoes had been Mr. Kipper just six months ago. It didn’t seem possible, but it was the truth. The Snoogies were unlike anything he had ever seen, each piece so full of taste and containing a power that could not be put into words. Where had they come from? Honestly, Edgar didn’t care very much to know. With the taste of Gemma’s pussy right on his tongue and one of his own hands reaching back to find his new slit, he knew that the magical candy was worth keeping, despite the events six months ago.

  The only thing to do now was keep Gemma from alerting her father downstairs.

  “Oh my God!” she screamed just then.

  ###

  Touch to Fit

  Ashley yawned.

  “Past your bedtime?” Kaylee asked from her computer chair.

  “Just a little.”

  “How long has it been since you lived with your parents?”

  “I just hate staying up late is all,” Ashley said. She rarely stayed up after midnight except under a few rare circumstances—because of a spontaneous binge through all the sodas in her refrigerator or a late-night marathon of old Charmed episodes on cable. That typically happened around Halloween, and she couldn’t wait for that time of year. Invariably, a few television channels would play the classic Universal monster movies all weekend, or show Hocus Pocus. Formatted for television, of course.

  Ashley retrieved her phone from her pocket. Five minutes until two o’clock in the morning. Worse, it was only May 30th, which meant there were still five months until Halloween. She yawned again and thought about closing her eyes. It wouldn’t take a minute before she was completely out. On the verge of sleep, the sofa was almost as comfortable as her own mattress. Kaylee could celebrate on her own. Besides, she could do the rest of the work herself anyway. Ashley was only over to make sure things went smoothly.

  An orange tabby cat jumped on her belly. Ashley was wide awake again.

  “Winifred just wants to cuddle with someone,” Kaylee said. “Yes, Ashley’s belly will do quite nicely. Mmmm, very soft.”

  Ashley sighed as the feline began to press its paws into her abdomen. Then, with a steady and more audible purr, it plopped itself down on her shirt and curled into a ball, closing its eyes. A fluffy tail came around and landed on Ashley�
��s lips.

  “Great,” she muttered. “I needed to do laundry anyway.”

  Kaylee seemed to ignore her. Her attention was on the computer screen, and a big flashing button that said COMPILE. The latest app from the Witchsoft Corporation was one that Kaylee was very proud of. After all, it was her idea from the start. Following in the steps of the revolutionary Preg App and Truth Mod, the as-yet-to-be-named third app was a gift to all women all over the world. And probably some men too. I hate how long it takes to find something in the right size, Ashley remembered Kaylee saying. What if there’s an app that can make clothes the right size? All your dimensions are stored into memory, so the magic in the programming transforms the article of clothing to fit those dimensions. It shouldn’t even be hard.

  Three weeks later, the app was ready for the alpha phase. It was a much shorter development cycle than the other two, which was to be expected. The Preg App involved altering the very fundamental functions of a woman’s reproductive processes, while at the same time introducing and erasing life with apparent ease. Of course, it wasn’t that simple. During the development, Kaylee had showed Ashley where a case of integer overflow could theoretically introduce an unsolvable equation into the algorithms, thus creating a never-ending multiplication of babies inside a woman’s womb. Yeah, that would’ve been horrific. The magic of the app prevented any harm from coming to the user, so the woman’s belly would’ve kept growing and growing to outrageous dimensions, enlarging to contain all the fetuses. Kaylee had laughed at the idea of it becoming planet-sized and acquiring its own gravitation pull. Ashley hadn’t been so spirited.

  “Less than two minutes,” Kaylee announced, pushing two fingers into the air. She swiveled back and forth in her chair.

  And there was the Truth Mod, which rewrote personalities like a pencil might erase an unacceptable sentence and replace it with something else taken as fact. They were both powerful little apps and both currently unavailable to the general public. Ashley wanted it to stay that way until some more restrictions had been put in place to keep things from getting crazy. Kaylee had other ideas. As they were, the Preg App and Truth Mod probably hadn’t made their final appearances on some lucky phones somewhere in the continental United States. Thorough product testing was an important step in the computer software business.

  “It is officially two in the morning,” Kaylee said, reaching into the air and winding her forefinger in small circles before crashing it back down on the left mouse button. “Let’s initiate compiling.”

  The lights flickered momentarily, which spooked the hell out of Winifred. Ashley grimaced as the animal’s claws dug into her belly, right before it bolted off the couch and ran into a dark bedroom. From the corner of her eye, she saw the streetlamps outside going dark. Five whole blocks would lose electricity for a few minutes. That was why they had to compile the app during the middle of night. Combining the powers of witchcraft and computer software required a lot of juice, and they didn’t want to draw attention. If a localized region of the power grid went off during the middle of the night, most people didn’t care.

  “How much longer?” Ashley asked.

  “Less than a minute. This one’s quick. Remember when the Preg App took an hour to compile?”

  “Unfortunately.” Superfluous computer code was responsible for that.

  “Few seconds now. Three. Two. One.”

  The whirring computer fans went silent again, and the lights outside returned to full brightness. On the computer monitor, the progress bar had filled in all the way. The latest app from the Witchsoft Corporation was ready to be tested.

  “You have someone in mind?” Ashley asked.

  “Already on its way,” said Kaylee. She hopped up from her computer chair and went towards the kitchen. It was a studio apartment, so the living area and kitchen were just one conjoined room with no walls in between. She poked her head into the refrigerator. “I bought some cheap champagne for us.”

  “No,” Ashley groaned. “It’s too late.” She stifled another yawn and closed her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, Kaylee was standing over her with two glasses. She gave Ashley one.

  “Here. To another successful app. This one can’t go wrong.”

  “You sure about that?”

  The two girls clinked their glasses.

  Cassandra breathed a sigh of relief as she dropped the shopping bags down by the closet door. It was hard to resist when clearance items were marked seventy-five percent off and summer tops were on sale. 3 for $40, the signs had read. On top of that, Cassandra had made sure to use her rewards card for an extra ten percent off on purchases over a hundred bucks. She had grabbed a few panties and bras as well. It was always a good time to stock up. Oh, and some Hollister skinny jeans and two pairs of stylish Steve Madden sandals. You couldn’t forget the footwear. The key to a perfect outfit rested heavily on what shoes you were wearing, Cassandra knew, and the cheaper brands just didn’t cut it.

  She gazed into the overstuffed closet. “Well, poop.”

  Cassandra didn’t like to think she hoarded clothes. Rather, she just expressed herself through hundreds of different shirts and tank tops, hip-hugging jeans and denim shorts, pants and skirts, and all sorts of dresses from dozens of manufacturers for every season of the year. As a result, her closet was packed from one end to the other, crammed so tight that finding that one perfect top was like searching for a needle in a haystack. She had resorted to folding jeans and placing them up above on the overhead shelf, but now that was looking a bit full. And there were several boxes containing clothes from her teenage years. Cassandra didn’t like getting rid of clothes. You never knew when an ancient style would suddenly become popular again!

  There was a groan to her right. “You sure cleared that place out, didn’t you? Must be sale season, huh?”

  “Clearance season,” Cassandra corrected Brandi, her misunderstanding roommate. “There’s a difference. And yeah, I kinda did. I don’t want to see all those clothes going to waste! If I don’t buy them, then who’s going to?”

  Brandi rolled her eyes. “Other crazy women, probably.”

  “You don’t know that.”

  Brandi peered into the closet. “And where’s the room for these clothes? Cassandra, you’re already using some of my closet space. I bet there’s some you don’t ever wear.”

  “That’s not true. I wear them all at least once.”

  “Yeah, maybe when you’re posing in the mirror. And you were supposed to pay me for the rent two days ago, remember? You know the rule. We split it half and half.” Brandi rubbed her temples. “Don’t tell me you blew all your money on clothes.”

  “Don’t worry. I used my credit card.” And maxed it out, Cassandra thought to herself. It was a good thing those had limits. Or else she’d have no control whatsoever!

  Brandi nodded. “Right. Yeah, because that’s totally different.”

  “It is! It’s almost like free money.”

  Brandi ignored that. “Maybe you should donate some. There’s a Goodwill in town. They take clothes,” she suggested. “They’ll be thrilled whenever you stop by with a whole car-load of barely worn clothes.”

  “I don’t know.” Cassandra nibbled on her thumb’s fingernail. “I might wear some of them again. I mean, you never know.”

  Brandi was already at her dresser and opening the underwear drawer. “Even the old bras? The ones you can’t ever hope to fit into again. Those too?”

  Cassandra knew right away which ones her roommate was referring too. Something strange had happened right after her nineteenth birthday. Up until then, Cassandra had been a 36B for all the way through high school. That’s around what her mother had been. She wasn’t going to get any bigger. The genetics said so. Inexplicably, right after beginning her first semester of college, Cassandra’s chest had ballooned into a 36DD. Within two months! As a result, she had to buy some new bras, but her old ones still remained inside her dresser. She didn’t want to toss them out. The
y were like mementos, or pictures in a family photo album. And you didn’t just throw those away!

  Brandi shook her head. “Whatever. Do what you want. I have to get ready for work.”

  Cassandra pulled out her phone. It was ten minutes after eight o’clock. The sun was already setting. Brandi worked the night shift at the local hospital six days a week. She wouldn’t return until five or six in the morning, depending on the number of patients. By then Cassandra would be fast asleep.

  As Brandi left the room, Cassandra went to the dresser and retrieved one of the old bras that she had somehow fit in only a few years ago. It was beige-colored and cheap, bought at some local department store. She couldn’t remember which one. She felt disgusted for even wearing such a thing. It looked like something her grandmother might’ve worn back in the fifties. The cups were thin and large, designed to cover everything and not show a hint of cleavage. Nowadays, Cassandra preferred colorful demi bras or revealing push-up bras. The more of her breasts that were visible, the better. She wanted them to be almost popping out. And her boyfriend loved that too. Who wouldn’t?

  Right as she placed the bra back into the drawer—with her other undersized bras—her phone beeped. She swiped across the screen to unlock it. It was some notification telling her that a new app had just been installed. Cassandra didn’t remember downloading anything recently, and she thought her phone’s memory had been maxed out. Regardless, she expanded the message and read it.

  THANK YOU FOR TRYING OUT THE LATEST APP FROM THE WITCHSOFT CORPORATION. $FITu_ALPHAv.01 WAS DESIGNED WITH YOU IN MIND. TIRED OF SPENDING HOURS AT SOME BORING DEPARTMENT STORE AND NEVER FINDING THAT TOP THAT FITS YOU JUST RIGHT?

  “Definitely,” Cassandra muttered.

  SAY GOODBYE TO THOSE DAYS! WITH THIS REVOLUTIONARY NEW APP, CLOTHES WILL ADJUST FOR YOU. EVERYTHING WILL FIT YOU PERFECTLY FROM DAY ONE AND EVERY DAY AFTER. OUTGROWING CLOTHES IS A THING OF THE PAST!