by Maxwell Avoi
Finally I slid them down, letting them fall an inch at a time until I stepped out of them with an easy gesture that left me entirely naked for him. I never had the slightest sense of self-consciousness; we both knew that I was magnificent, and I was fine with my body. Standing there, seeing him try to take me all in at the same time, I even felt proud.
Then I gestured to him to stand up, and we started the process of stripping his clothing off. I took just as much time. I had never seen him naked except when he was wearing a female form, so this was both new and delightful. Everything about him turned my body on further, and everything about the potion allowed me to just enjoy the arousal for what it was.
Nearly an hour had passed since we’d entered the apartment by the time we were both nude. Trevor was decently-endowed, standing straight up from a thatch of hair between his legs, and the sight of his cock made me feel warm inside. I pressed my marvelous body against his as I gave him another kiss, and now his hands roamed freely. Mine did as well, and I think I shocked him at how much pleasure I took in touching his body. I certainly enjoyed making him gasp and shiver.
I led us into his bedroom, one slow step at a time. There was much kissing and touching, our way paved with the promise of what we were going to do to one another. Finally he let me fall back into the bed, and I propped myself up on one shoulder so that he could watch my heavy breasts roll around on my chest. I propped one knee up at the same time, both to give him an unimpeded view of my own sparse thatch and to display my legs to greater advantage. I was vain, so what?
He lowered himself onto me, kissing and touching as he gasped with raw need. Before he went any further he said, “I don’t have…can you get…”
I shook my head and nibbled on his earlobe. “Part of the potion, baby. None of these forms can get pregnant.”
“Oh thank God ,” he said as he sank into me. I arched my back and met him, his way made easy by my own excitement. It felt amazing, both utterly normal and completely alien, and I purred out a deep groan at the feel of my flesh enveloping his.
He moved inside me, and it felt glorious. I wasn’t shy about my own needs, shifting my hips and body to make sure that he hit what I instinctively knew would feel the best. I kept purring and moaning as we went. He obviously liked the sounds as well, and pretty soon he was panting.
I was panting too. The strip-tease and the associated touching had worked as foreplay on me, and I was hot for him. I pumped harder, my hips strong against him, my body insistent, and then I felt as though I was on a fast elevator that went straight to heaven. I reached the top and let out a low groan as I came, my body clenching at his and my hips bucking without my directing them. The feel of me going off underneath him set Trevor off as well, and he pushed deep inside me as his body stiffened. It felt amazing, amazing, and I was lost in the sensations.
I clung to him as we rode each other down, and then we were able to relax. I shivered from time to time as my body gave up an aftershock or two, and I cooed softly.
Trevor smiled at me. “That was the best,” he said, his voice caught somewhere between contentment, apprehension, and post-coital bliss.
I chuckled, the motion making my breasts rock gently. “I can say without reservation that you’re the best man I’ve ever had in bed.”
“Ah hah.” His laugh was a nervous one.
I said, “Sorry. Mood-killer.” I took his hand and pressed it between my legs. “But I’m still here for you, and I’m still hot.”
His eyes widened a little. “Really?”
“Oh, Trev. If you’ve only gone once and fallen asleep, you haven’t been with a real woman before.”
“What do…”
I wrapped my tiny hand around his cock, pulling gently again and again as I tugged him back to life. He groaned and lay back, enjoying the feeling of it. Then I lifted off the bed and threw one amazing leg over him, sinking down onto the shaft as if I had done it a million times.
It was a little different like that, deeper and somehow more personal. I smiled down at him and said, “Let me do the work this time, hon.”
He settled for worshipping my body with his hands and gaze, and I rocked gently on top of him. I found myself using some of the same moves that I’d done during my strip show, making a little dance out of it for him. This time we were both less frantic than the first, and we were both able to enjoy the whole display more.
I happened to glance at the clock at some point during that second ride and I noticed that it was nearly midnight. I smiled my slow smile and gave Trevor an extra-strong surge with my hips, and then I forgot all about the clock.
Everything that he did, and everywhere that he touched, felt delightful. The sensitivity that I had managed to include in the potion held strong, and I was distantly grateful that I was comfortable enough in my new skin to appreciate every last drop of pleasure.
The second time with Trevor was much longer, something that didn’t bother me at all. I could have stayed there for days just enjoying the feel of him inside me. I had never felt it before, and yet it felt utterly natural to me now. When he came the second time, filling me up, I thought that he was going to pass out from the strength of it. I finished myself off with my fingers, moving slowly and riding the wave (and him) until I arched my back and cried out softly. I fell asleep wrapped around him.
In the middle of the night we both woke up and found ourselves ready for more. I let him in from behind that time, both of us lying on our sides as we moved together, and my climax was so, so sweet.
In the morning we woke up the same way, and then by the time that I had to start thinking about whether I wanted to change back. I decided on one more quickie that led to another long session that eventually pushed me past the noon marker again. When we were done, we lay there stroking one another.
Trevor said, “Are you sure you’re okay with all this?”
I smiled. “I am right now. This whole thing felt amazing, Trev, and none of it bothers me even a little bit. Does it bother you?” I pulled softly at him, smiling wider when he stirred in my hand. “Even a little bit?”
“Not…ah, not right now. I think you might actually kill me here .”
I shook my head, my hair brushing both of us. “Not right now.”
Then I climbed on top of him and we had one last long, slow ride together. I left him sleeping when I went to shower, and I chuckled at the way that the water made my over-sensitive nipples ache. I ached in several places, in fact, in all the best ways. I was sure that I would be upset when I finally changed back, but for now I felt deeply satisfied.
I wrapped myself in my robe and went to my room to study when the shower was done. The place looked and smelled like me, but it was a me that I wasn’t familiar with right then. It felt like sitting in someone else’s space. I shrugged; whoever owned it would have been glad to have a woman like me sitting there.
Somewhere in the back of my head I knew that thought wasn’t mine, that it was brought on by the potion, but there was no emotional attachment to the knowledge. It was easy to dismiss the thought.
After about an hour, Trevor poked his head in and said, “I think I’m going to go out for tonight, maybe go talk to Laura or something.”
“You’re a machine,” I said, grinning and purring a bit.
He blushed and laughed. “See you later!”
“Mm, but probably not like this.”
He took one last look at my giant breasts and incredible legs. “Too bad,” he said. Then he left.
I understood that he was probably clearing out so that I wouldn’t throw some sort of episode when I turned back. I appreciated the thought, though right then I wasn’t sure why it was even an issue.
Just before midnight I found out why it was an issue. I felt the bubbling and tingling spreading through me, and I settled back on my bed to wait out the change. When it was done, I closed my eyes and groaned, putting my hands over my face. I couldn’t fucking believe everything that I’d done under the i
nfluence of the potion. The worst part was that I hadn’t really been under any kind of major influence: I’d simply had my discomfort stripped away. The normal inhibitions had been gone, and any problems I would have had with the urges from my altered body had been either missing or unable to express themselves.
“Fuuuuuuck ,” I said, growling into my hands. I still felt sore in various places, though most of them made no sense now that I was in a male form again. The worst part was that I had no trouble remembering any of it. There was no comforting fog of denial available; everything was fresh and immediate. Now that I could no longer mess with them, I appreciated how different it had been to have such long hair and enormous tits. I could think back and react to the differences brought on by the advent of having a pussy instead of a cock, and how my altered hips had forced me to sway when I’d walked.
Of course Jean and Trevor had stared. Being comfortable with myself had meant being confident as well, and a woman like that projecting such strong confidence was probably hot enough to be illegal in most states.
I consoled myself with the thought that we were going to make a lot of money off the site. Surely that woman alone would bring in the subscribers.
I sighed and sat up, looking back to my books. I was sure that there was an answer to the problem, that I would be able to find a way to make the female versions of us comfortable enough to walk without being okay with simply jumping into bed. Right then, though, it sounded like a lot of work. I lay back down on the bed and closed my eyes, trying not to think of the incredible sex that had filled my last day and a half.
After all, if Trevor and I were going to be continuing this business, I had to be comfortable…with being comfortable.
I figured that I would have a hard time looking Trevor in the eye next time I saw him, but it wasn’t quite as hard as I’d imagined. He breezed inside with barely a hello the next day, and just as I was getting ready for a heart-to-heart of some kind I realized that he wasn’t alone. He had a girl with him who looked familiar. A moment’s thought dredged up her name: this was Laura, who’d made the smart clothes for us. She was pretty, though not some raving beauty as either Trevor or I had been. I was sure that she had slept with him, though, so at least we shared something there. The thought almost made me burst out laughing but I fought it down.
“Jimmy! You know Laura. Laura, Jimmy.”
“We met at the Christmas party,” said Laura. I nodded to her, still feeling nervous about Trevor’s presence. What was I going to say to him?
As it turned out, he had something that derailed me completely. “Laura knows about our new business, and she wants in.”
I said, “I…what? What about our business?”
She raised an eyebrow. “I know that you can take potions to turn into women so that you can strip for the cameras.”
I was glad that she stopped there. Either she didn’t know any more or she was remarkably discreet. I said, “Well. Ah. I guess that you know about…what is this about wanting in?”
“Trevor told me that you guys have been using the smart cloth outfit I got you to make your clothes, which is great, but it has a shelf life. The enchantment will probably wear off of it soon if you keep changing it around that way.”
“Oh. So you want to what, partner with us to make clothes for our, um, our potion forms?”
She grinned at my obvious discomfort. She had a wonderful grin, mischievous with a note of something I didn’t recognize. She said, “That and I want to try it out myself. It sounds hot.”
Ah, that explained the unknown component of her grin. She was intrigued. I said, “I would have thought that you wouldn’t like the idea.”
“What? Why? Because I’m a woman for real?”
“Well…yeah.”
Trevor snorted from the kitchen. Laura’s grin actually got wider and she said, “Hey, whatever. You guys aren’t using your real bodies or anything. I figure it’s no worse than drawing cartoons or making computer animations to order. It’s not like you’re pimping yourselves out.”
There was a certain amount of silence. I said, “Yes, that’s true. That’s not something that would happen.”
She shrugged. “So it’s not like I’d be showing off my goods. You’re the potion guy, right?”
“That’s me.”
“Trevor promised to show me some of the pictures of the bodies you made. You any good?”
“Try fucking great,” said Trevor. He came back to the living room with his tablet computer and sat down on the couch. Laura sat down too, though I was somehow cheered to see that she sat in a nearby chair rather than next to Trevor. Maybe she wasn’t sleeping with him after all.
Trevor said, “Now I gotta warn you, these aren’t safe for work.”
She rolled her eyes. “I’ve seen it all before. You would not believe the stuff that I’ve put together for photo shoots.”
“You’re a clothes designer, though, right?” I said. I sat down on the couch on the other side of Trevor.
“Enchanter, mostly. I pretty much concentrate on smart cloth and let the designers take care of themselves. Still, there are a lot of variations. The more that the smart cloth looks like the final product the more that hel -lo.”
Trevor had turned his tablet in her direction, displaying some of the leftover shots from when he’d been a black cowgirl. Laura made a sort of facial shrug as she scrolled through them, and then she said, “Well. Golly. You guys don’t fuck around when you show off the goods, do ya.”
“I don’t want to turn out a sub-par product,” said Trevor, his voice a little haughty. We both stared at him until he grinned.
“So which one of you is this?” said Laura. “She looks like she’s never used her legs before.”
“That one’s me,” said Trevor. “That was before Jimmy made some adjustments to the formula. Now whoever drinks it is comfortable with their new body.”
“Oh, gotcha. That makes sense.” She smiled at me, apparently not seeing my growing blush. I fought to suppress the images of Trevor sliding into me, the way that we’d wound around each other as we’d come together again and again. I wished for some of the confidence that I’d felt as a woman.
“It works great,” said Trev. He called up the next set, the one where I’d been the blonde librarian type, and Laura inspected the pictures with professional detachment.
“There, this is why you need me as a partner,” she said. “If I’d been around I could have made a suit jacket to go with the skirt, and a bra to hold those puppies in. Would have looked more librarian-y. I could have done something with the hair, too. Do you guys use any makeup?”
Trevor and I both shook our heads, slightly mystified at her lack of reaction. “I figure that people mostly don’t care,” said Trevor.
“You mean you figure that guys don’t care, and you might be right for most of the time, but eventually you’re going to get someone who gets pissed because he wanted a girl with slutty makeup or something. Or the lights will wash you out. I’ll help you guys with your hair and makeup when the time comes.”
“This is turning into my strangest conversation of the day,” I said.
“Not the week?” she said, flashing that grin again.
The images of me fucking Trevor surged forward again. “No, not of the week.”
She shrugged and went on looking. When she got to the woman that I’d been the day before, she slowed. “Holy shit,” she said. “You must have used magic just to stay upright .”
I said, “When you’re under the influence of the potion, it’s just like you were born that way. You barely notice any difference.”
“That doesn’t sound like a whole lot of fun.”
“Well, we’re in it more for the money than the fun,” said Trevor.
Before we could steer the conversation into truly uncomfortable waters Laura said, “Now see, this is what I mean about the smart cloth.”
“What?” said Trevor. Laura was indicating a picture of me wearing the
complex underwear from the day before.
“See how many moving parts, and how much it had to stretch to deal with this?” she said. “I’d be shocked if it lasts for three or four more uses, after all that.”
“His boobs weren’t that big,” said Trevor. He didn’t look at me. I felt my ears burning.
Laura rolled her eyes. “Yeah they were. But that’s not the point. The point is that the cloth was stretched and changed way more than the enchantment can deal with for long. You guys absolutely need my help.”
Trevor looked at me at last, and I saw nothing but serious thought. He said, “If we bring her in, we can spread the load a little, especially if she wants to do some of the modeling.”
I shrugged. “Fine with me. My potions should work just fine.”
He turned to her and said, “You’re in.”
She clapped her hands and then held the right one out for us to shake. She said, “Good deal. Even split, then?”
Trevor nodded. “Partner.”
“Partner! So when’s the next shoot?”
“Actually, the site’s order form is up now. I’ve gotten a couple of orders in today already.” Trevor took the tablet back and accessed another program.
He turned it back so that she could see, and she laughed at what she saw. She said, “Is my timing great or what? This guy wants twin cheerleaders. Redheads, even.”
I looked at what she was pointing at and I felt the blush come back just a little. The guy who’d ordered the cheerleaders had been remarkably specific, which was going to be good when I went to make the potions, but the thought of two identical girls showing their bodies off…
I said, “So…I guess it’s Trevor’s turn. Do you want to do this too?”