When he returned to the apartment, he had to know the truth. Jason owned one of those fancy digital bathroom scales. So, Carter snuck into his room and weighed himself. He couldn’t remember the last time he had done so. He had always hovered around the one-fifty to one-sixty range. He expected to weigh a little more than that now.
In big green numbers, the scale displayed 144.
“Are you kidding me? I’ve lost weight?”
Right then he heard the front door closing. Carter hopped off the scale as Jason appeared. His roommate was clearly returning from basketball practice and was totally covered with sweat. His university t-shirt looked like a damp rag with how soaked it was. He yanked it off and tossed it to the ground, and then began to slip out of his athletic shorts.
“Carter?” His eyes darted to the scale right as the numbers flashed off. “You worried about gaining weight? You still look good to me.”
“I—”
He couldn’t think of a single goddamn word to say. First the apparent weight loss—which was the last thing he expected—and now Jason was stripping out of his clothes right in front of him! Carter moved aside as his tall roommate came through, stepping out of his underwear. Then he turned, and Carter saw it. He couldn’t help but look. It was half-erect and as sweaty as the rest of him. A strong musk touched his nose, causing his knees to suddenly tremble. He couldn’t stop himself from inhaling it deeply.
“A little junk in the trunk is a good thing,” Jason said, grinning. He gave Carter a light slap on the ass and closed the door.
What the fuck was that?
His mouth had gone dry, so Carter hurried to the kitchen to grab something to drink as the shower turned on. He reached for a beer, snapped it open, and chugged a third of the cold contents before stopping to take a breath. The events kept flashing in his head over and over, and he couldn’t stop seeing Jason’s cock hanging out. That was like the first unwritten law of sharing an apartment with another guy—don’t get naked in front of each other! And then Jason had slapped him on the ass!
Carter chugged the rest of the beer and burped before tossing the empty can away.
The rest of the afternoon was equally bizarre. One encounter with Jason was plenty, but then his now-clean roommate knocked on his door and asked if he could help with homework! Carter refused, of course, while resisting to look at that bulge in his shorts with almost inhuman determination. Later, Jason asked him if he wanted to watch a movie together. That never happened! The two of them lived completely separate lifestyles and almost never spoke to one another. Luckily, Carter had a legitimate excuse to refuse—Dani was coming over.
The only way to put his mind at ease was to lick some ass, and Dani was happy to oblige. Thus, the bombardment of weird events, the odd meetings with Jason, the hours spent looking into the mirror observing his own butt, and the strange woman with the red Honda all disappeared from his mind as his tongue snaked out to lick Dani’s butthole. A pleasant flowery scent touched his nostrils—she had recently cleaned herself, and with particular attention paid to her delightful round bottom. He squeezed her plump cheeks to his face and did little circles around her anus, fingering her moist pussy at the same time.
“Oh, you’re so good at that,” she said, exhaling sharply. “So, so good. I love it when you lick my ass. If there was ever an Olympic sport for ass-licking … oh!”
Listening to her squeal was like finding the right tune for a musical instrument. He would try different things—fingering her ass and licking her pussy, fingering both and keeping his tongue away, or more traditional tactics like rubbing her clit and sucking on her breasts. What Dani loved most was having her ass licked and her pussy fingered, which Carter was a self-proclaimed expert at. Seriously, dozens of sweet-tasting asses had touched his tongue, so it wasn’t any surprise that he was good at it.
Dani muffled her cries behind a pillow when they became louder. Carter didn’t want Jason to know what they were up to. But Jason was a guy, so he probably knew anyway. Regardless, Carter surrounded himself with her wonderful scent, tasting her delectable butthole and inserting two fingers into her slit at the same time. The multitasking paid off, for she convulsed into orgasm shortly after. He moved his mouth down to catch the juices on his tongue. Then, he went back to her anus and swabbed a mixture of release and spit around the dark, winking entrance.
“Mmmm,” she breathed. “That is nice.” She crawled away from him and turned until her ass was out of reach. “But I really want to see your ass, Carter. I want to return the favor.”
Suddenly the events came rushing back, all those that he had pushed out of his head—Jason, the fingering, his own jiggly booty, even that lady in the red Honda. All of it. He had no explanation for what was going on, or why his ass was identical to a woman’s. To be honest, it looked a lot like Jada’s, though his skin was paler.
Less than two days ago he had drunkenly allowed Dani to finger his ass. It had felt good. That wasn’t some alcohol-coated illusion. It was new and unusual, but it definitely wasn’t bad. But it wasn’t supposed to feel good! Carter kept telling himself that the day after. Guys weren’t supposed to enjoy having their butts fingered, even if said butt looked a lot like a girl’s butt. He was supposed to fuck, not be fucked. Having a cock cemented that as fact.
Yet, there was one variable that he had little control over—Dani just plain loved his girly butt. She peeled his skintight underwear off and grabbed it hard, kneading the soft flesh with her fingers. Carter thought about pulling away, denying her access to the very thing that was the reason for the last couple of days being so goddamn bizarre. Instead, he felt that pleasant tingle in his loins again whenever she groped it. It felt really good when someone else touched it! It shouldn’t have, but … fuck.
The short pause from the action had softened his cock a little, but now it sprang back to life. Dani reached around and stroked it as she continued to play with his ass.
“Carter, it’s so perfect,” she said. “I wish mine looked like yours. You have to tell me your secret.”
He didn’t know what that secret was. His new ass had sort of just appeared overnight. Hell, he hadn’t even been aware that there was anything different about it until Dani had pointed it out. Gone was his pathetically average hairy male ass, replaced with a big girly one. It was wide and round and … well, everything that he loved about a girl’s ass.
In an erotic reversal of roles, he found himself bent over against the bed, much like Dani had been, with his humongous female ass sticking straight out. He gazed back over his shoulder, eyeing the massive swell of it as the girl bent down behind him. He felt her fingers pushing into his crack, and then one touched him very near to his asshole. He inhaled sharply as it slowly pushed inside him—with the assistance of some spit that Dani had coated it with just seconds prior.
Once again Carter felt very uncomfortable. This wasn’t a position he was accustomed to. Yet, as Dani pushed her finger deeper inside his rectum, a tingle shot up his spine. No matter how much he wanted to despise having his back door breached, his body wanted him to know that it actually felt rather good. Carter closed his eyes and reveled in the sensation of having his asshole wrapped around something solid, something moving back and forth. It took all his willpower to relax, and even then Dani commented on how tight he was.
“I came to love it,” she said. “Anal, I mean. Other girls are private about that stuff, but I’m sure they play with their butts too. It wouldn’t shock me. And some guys I bet. The finger feels good, doesn’t it? You have such a big, beautiful ass.”
Carter glanced down, back underneath his body. His dick was diamond-hard again. He could barely stand it. And when Dani reached around to stroke it again he thought he was going to collapse. All the breath rushed from his lungs as her fingers passed across the swollen, purplish head, squeezing it, pushing out a string of ropey pre-cum. At the same time, the finger in his ass went deeper until he felt the knuckle. His knees started to tremble again.<
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The finger began to move a little quicker, and Carter didn’t say anything. Dani went to her feet and stood behind him, though her hands remained as they were—one around his cock and the other at his asshole. When she inserted a second finger, Carter pushed his ass up higher into the air. There was a sensitive spot deep in his rectum that required a certain angle for her to touch. When she found it, he immediately told her of it.
“Must be your prostate or whatever,” she said.
Carter shrugged. “Just keep doing that. Holy shit.” Perspiration beaded on his forehead.
Pleasure exploded throughout his lower abdomen. He knew he was going to reach orgasm. He couldn’t explain how or why he was so aroused by having two fingers in his butt, but there was no denying how wonderful it felt. He pressed back against her, wiggling his big girly butt onto her fingers until there was absolutely no way she could push another centimeter in. He clenched the sheets hard, exhaled with what sounded like a moan, and tried to stop his eyes from rolling back into their sockets.
The orgasm hit him.
“Oh!” he cried out, writhing from head to toe. “Oh my God yes!”
Dani kept her fingers inside him, intensifying the orgasm. His hairless legs shook violently, and little weak spurts of cum spewed from his cock. He rolled to his side, gasping for breath. The voice in his head that had been telling him how inappropriate it was to have his asshole fucked was now so weak he could barely hear it—and it was wrong. Having his ass played with was fucking awesome. Carter’s only regret was how long it had taken him to come to that conclusion. He had a big girly booty now, and he loved having something stretching his asshole open.
Dani sat down next to him, placing a hand on that massive swell that was his hairless ass. “Carter, I wasn’t even touching your dick there. Not at the end. You came just from anal again.”
“Yeah,” he panted. “I guess I love it too.”
“I’ve never known another guy like you, or one with a girly ass.” She gave it a playful slap.
Carter laughed. “I love my ass. I love your ass. I just love asses.” Confessing it pulled a great weight off his shoulders. He didn’t have to question himself anymore; he had finally accepted that wide-load just below his back, even if its appearance was still a complete mystery.
Then, Dani’s tone turned more serious. “Carter, have you looked at your chest lately?”
“Why?” He looked down. Oh shit.
While Carter was riding the pleasure train to O-town, his body had changed. The hair on his chest was gone, as if someone had painstakingly taken a pair of tweezers and plucked out every single one. But that was ridiculous. Carter remembered having hair there just minutes prior to taking Dani’s ass and giving her delicious butthole a good slurp-job.
But that wasn’t the worst. Far from it, actually. Carter had boobs.
“Oh, those are so cute!” Apparently Dani saw nothing odd with this latest turn of events. “Carter, stand up. Are you smaller? You are!”
She pulled him to his feet, and Carter saw that they were the same height now. As shocking as that was, he barely even noticed it. He felt an itch over his ears and reached up to find hair—long hair—attached to his scalp. That simply wasn’t possible! He always kept it short. In a matter of minutes it had lengthened by several inches.
Dani went on talking about how smooth his chin was and how slender his shoulders were. Carter wasn’t paying attention. When he had risen to his feet, his chest had jiggled. There was no mistaking it—he really had boobs. They weren’t all that large. Dani could only fill a small B-cup, and his weren’t as full or as round as hers. But they were definitely boobs. They protruded as little pointed mounds with bright pink nipples. He cupped the left one and gave it a gentle squeeze. They were incredibly soft.
Add to that the slight pinch to his waist, his smooth tummy, and the tiny toes and Carter was looking like a weird cross between a boy and a girl—with a huge jiggly ass. At least he still had his cock, which had barely softened.
Dani was ecstatic. “Don’t you know what this means? We can go shopping together!”
He couldn’t believe it. Don’t you see anything wrong with this? He wanted to grab her by the shoulders and shake her until she saw how weird this all was. Boys didn’t just change into girls! And it wasn’t just Dani either. Carter remembered how Jason had acted around him, with the odd flirting and the light tap on his ass. He shook his head. Was he the only sane person left?
Dani was already searching through his dresser. “No panties? Carter, with an ass like that you need some cute panties. You can borrow some of mine. And you’ll need some bras. Want me to drive you down to—”
“Dani,” he said. “Just stop.” He took her hands into his. “Not now. I’m not feeling great.”
She placed a hand on his forehead. “You don’t seem to be burning up.”
“Just please leave me alone for a while. I need some privacy.”
She kissed him on the cheek, and then whispered into his ear. “Call me later if you want me to fuck your pretty ass again. I got some toys you can try.”
After Dani had left, Carter took what felt like the first deep breath in hours. He didn’t want to look into the mirror, but he had to. A deep pit formed in his stomach as he stepped into the reflection. Staring back was some flat-chested girl with short hair. No, that’s definitely a guy, he told himself. The person in the mirror still had a penis. Other than that, he was weirdly androgynous. He turned ninety degrees to look at his profile—and to see how far those little boobies stuck out from his chest. He squeezed them again, and the little nipples started to erect and thicken.
Combined with the flowing curve of his back and the fullness of his smooth thighs, his ass didn’t seem so out of place anymore.
“I really am turning into a girl.”
Carter skipped classes on Tuesday. He didn’t want to be seen by anyone else. None of his clothes fit anyway. Everything was too large on his upper body, and his ass threatened to rip through any of his pants that didn’t have enough room in the seat. Sweatpants were more tolerable, though the tightness of the fabric over his rear was impossible to ignore—along with the constant wedgies. He frequently had to go dig the material out from between his ass cheeks, though it’d undoubtedly get stuck between them again if he sat down.
So, without classes or studying to fill his afternoon, Carter took up the one hobby that he was exceptionally good at—drinking beer. He went through three cans within a half-hour. The twelve-pack in the fridge was nearly gone, which meant he’d have to venture out into the real world again if he wanted more. He wasn’t looking forward to it.
He had just started on the fourth when there was a knock on the front door. Carter didn’t make a move to get up. He didn’t want to answer it or talk to whoever was outside. He just wanted to stay in his room and dull his senses with copious amounts of alcohol.
For five minutes the knocking continued. Carter was certain that whoever it was would eventually get tired, but that moment never came. Cursing, he got up, stumbled out of his bedroom, and managed to veer his clumsy body in the right direction without tripping over anything.
On the other side of the door was … no one.
A sudden gust of wind blasted by, causing a mess of dead leaves to swirl into a miniature vortex right on the doorstep. When the wind died down, the leaves scattered, revealing a folded letter which had somehow not been blown away. Carter grabbed it and opened it up.
Dear Carter,
You must see what’s happening to you now. I told you there would be consequences. I am responsible for everything happening to your body and why no one seems to think anything is weird. The changes aren’t finished. But there is a way to reverse it all. Stop drinking beer at once. Show me that you can choose to be responsible.
Erin
Carter looked both ways before returning into the apartment. He went back to his bedroom with the letter in one hand and the beer in the other. Though hi
s mind was clouded with alcohol, he knew that Erin was the lady with the red Honda that he had slammed into on Friday night. What the hell was she? Some kind of witch? Nothing short of magic could’ve changed his body so painlessly.
He took another sip of the beer as the front door opened and closed. Carter heard whistling and peered around the corner as Jason strolled towards the opposite side of the apartment. His roommate had basketball practice in the afternoon, he remembered. It wasn’t uncommon that he stopped by after classes to change clothes. He watched quietly as Jason stripped out of his shirt and shorts before closing the door. Carter ducked back into cover.
Just the night before he had dreamed about getting fucked again. It wasn’t a surprise; Dani had left an impression with those two fingers in his ass bringing him to orgasm. But it wasn’t her in the dream. He didn’t know who it was. All he knew was that something bigger had been in his ass, and he had loved every second of it. He had woken with a sticky mess in his underwear—something that hadn’t happened once during the past several years.
Seeing Jason reminded him of that dream, of having something large in his asshole. Images flashed through his mind of being bent over and someone ramming him from behind. He closed his eyes in the foolish hope to force them out of his thoughts, but they only gained clarity. Carter could nearly feel the impacts, the fucking, his gigantic ass jiggling with each thrust and that thick object pumping hard into his butt. A tingle zapped through his loins, and the written letter slipped from his fingertips, falling to the floor.
A tent had formed in his underwear.
Seconds later, Jason came out of his bedroom and left the apartment. Carter peered around the edge again, spotting the recently-worn clothes scattered on the floor. His feet were in motion before he even knew what the hell he was doing. With his heart racing frantically, he entered Jason’s bedroom, treaded lightly over the leftover garments from his change of apparel, and searched the floor until he found the one thing that could satisfy what his nose was craving for—Jason’s underwear. Carter snatched it and hurried back to his room like a thief with stolen jewels.
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