by Sophie Pert
Something odd was happening here. I felt so slight, my arms slim and smooth. My shirt was loose, my hips were wide, my thighs were tapered. Something was different, something was missing.
Missing somewhere, somewhere I couldn’t place. I squeezed my thighs together unconsciously and that just made the sensation that much stronger.
It was like I had misplaced something but couldn’t remember what it was. Something was definitely missing though, something was absent. Something familiar, something I had had with me for a very long time.
The controller vibrated in my hands and I realized I had died once more. I must have hit respawn while I was barely paying attention and Mike must have caught up with me and got another kill.
But I didn’t even care. I was so focused on this sensation, the sensation of absence and something else. Something unusually tight.
My chest. My shirt. They were tight around the bust, somehow tighter than they had been mere moments ago.
What the hell was going on?
My mind cloudy and confused I hit the respawn button again and moved my character forward again but I was barely able to concentrate. I could just move in a straight line, my mind constantly pulled away as I focused on the weird feelings in my body and the weird way my clothes were fitting me. Something was happening, and I couldn’t figure out what it was.
Blam, another hit and my character is down again. Kill number 8, only two more to go.
But I didn’t care, my controller dropped into my lap as I stared with shock down at my shirt.
My shirt that was very clearly bulging under the strain of the breasts under it.
Breasts.
Those are clearly breasts.
What the hell?
I have breasts?
I have breasts!
Those are definitely breasts on me.
My eyes were as wide as saucers, raking up and down my body staring at all of the changes and putting them all together. I don’t know how I didn’t see it before. Something had changed, my gender.
I took a deep gulp and looked over at Mike. He was staring at me, a hulking brute of a man with bulging muscles. He was so big, so strong, so handsome. Something had happened to him as well. It was for all the world like he had absorbed my masculinity, like he had become more man while I had become a woman.
He noticed, he finally noticed that something had happened to me too. He reached out to the side of my head, taking a lock of my long blonde hair in his fingers and pulling it into sight. Long blonde hair? Somehow the change had made me have long blonde hair.
He released the lock and shifted, his hand tracing a line down my face.
His touch was gentle and yet i could sense the restrained power behind it. He had the feel of a gorilla gently picking a flower, immense power held back as he tried to keep himself in check.
He’s so very… God I wanted him. I know it’s true. I wanted him. I wanted to feel him touch me, taste me, take me.
I moved into him, our lips connecting as a heat explodes in both of our bodies. His hands held my face while mine held him, our bodies vibrating in time as our tongues pressed insistently into each others mouths and played a staccato pattern that only our primal selves could decode.
We both knew what happened next and neither of us could wait to experience it.
His hands slipped down onto my waist, lifting me easily onto him so that I was straddling him. I pressed myself against his body, feeling the heat of his muscles as I ran my hands up and down his bulging chest. He felt so hard, so firm beneath my touch. I melted into him, feeling his hands slip down to my ass and knead the flesh with his strong hands.
He was immense, so big and strong that I felt tiny and fragile in comparison. But though his touch was strong and firm he was so very gentle with me. I felt safe in his arms.
His grunts below me sent shivers through my body. He sounded like an animal tugging at the end of his chain. Barely restrained, barely able to hold himself back.
And I could feel the evidence, could feel it pressing against me from below. It felt huge and immense, it pulsed against me, straining against the fabric of his pants and threatening to rip forth.
My hands ran under his shirt, my palms rubbing against his hard abs and pushing up over his firm and wide pecs. I peeled the shirt off of him, exposing his rippling chest to me for the first time. He was so strong, his muscles so defined. Each move made his muscles twitch and jump. No matter how slight a movement his body's reactions were immense, the movements rippling through him like a tidal wave.
I ran my hands up and down his chest, kneading his muscles and feeling them harden in response. Feeling his body react to me with hard and ingrained responses.
It was most evident in his hands. His gigantic hands held my ass, cupped each cheek easily and squeezed them. And as I touched him he touched me in response, as I teased at his body his hands grew less and less patient. They went from gently fondling to hard squeezing in a matter of moments and then they moved.
I could see the moment in his eyes when he made the decision. It was like a spark ignited deep inside of him and he was off like a shot, a firework of passion and animalistic delight.
It was surprising how quick he could move. For such a big guy you would expect him to be slow and cumbersome but somehow he defied that expectation and his hands flew to my shirt with unbelievable speed.
He grasped at the fabric and with no grace whatsoever he tore it asunder. He parted it easily, pulling my shirt apart and sending buttons ricocheting around the room with a flurry of pings and pops. He continued to pull, utterly rending my shirt and leaving it two strips of fabric he tossed to one side.
I gasped, my breasts heaving with arousal as I was bared before him.
For the first time I caught a glimpse of the changes that had been made in my body, or at least caught a glimpse of some of them, specifically the ones on my upper body.
My breasts were full and perky. They were so big or at least they seemed huge but that might just be that they were large for my newly petite frame. Because aside from my breasts my new body was so very petite and slight. It was so small it seemed almost fragile and slight.
I had a slim tapered waist that flared out to big, full hips. My stomach was flat and toned, no six pack abs like Mike had gotten mine were much softer and smoother but no less muscular. I could tell that this new body had its own strength, but of a different kind than the one that MIke had.
While he had his brute force and bulk my new body had a slightness to it, a flexibility that let it bend and adapt to his bulk. But there was no doubt that underneath my soft seeming exterior there was a core strength that could snap like a rubber band and strike out quickly and firmly.
I was pale, not overly pale but not tan either. My skin tone perfectly matched my blonde locks and emphasized the places where my color shifted. Specifically on my nipples, which were a pert and perky pink and were almost constantly hard and pointy. Though I didn’t know whether that was just their natural state or whether it was due to the current excitement I was experiencing.
Because Mike didn’t waste a moment before touching me, before his hands flew to my chest and grasped my breasts. His hands were bulky and immense and my breasts easily fit into them. He could hold me and manipulate me so expertly that it was like there was an innate knowledge baked into these bodies. LIke he was designed to please me, which by all means he very well might have been.
I wondered if I was made to please him, and judging by the look of gleeful excitement on his face I suspected that I absolutely was.
He held my breasts and pulled them towards him, burying his face between my mouths with a flurry of kisses and licks and slight nibbles. I moaned and threw my head back, reveling in the sensation of being ravished by him, of having him overwhelmed with excitement by the very idea of simply touching me.
It was enthralling and exciting and it drilled feelings of satisfaction deep into the core of me. But it wasn’t enough, t
he truth was I wanted more.
Chalk it up to the drives of this new body, chalk it up to the excitement of experimentation in a new form, chalk it up to anything you want but I know exactly what was spurring me on. Because it was pushing an insistent need into my mind, it had been this whole time.
It was his hard cock, pressing and straining against his pants. The whole time I was straddling him I could feel him pushing against me, could feel him pressing against me. I could feel every last inch of him. He felt enormous and I was determined to find out whether that was the case.
So with a healthy helping of regret I pushed myself off of him.
His reaction was nearly immediate. His confusion and suspicion led to him reaching out for me, trying to pull me back to him. His head was clouded with the heat of the moment and the arousal he was feeling deep inside of him. I knew he was because that was what I was feeling as well. But I managed to break free of it, because I had more pressing priorities.
So lightly swatting his hands away I managed to pull myself off of him and slide down to my knees before him and when my hands began massaging his thighs and I looked up at him with obvious intentions written all over my face he relaxed and let me take charge, at least for the time being. His hands slipped behind his head and he leaned back in the couch and watched me with half a smile on his face.
I let my hands move slowly, achingly slowly, up his thighs. They traced lines with their fingers and kneaded with their palms until they were so close to touching his straining bulge.
His cock was obvious, thick and hard it pushed at the fabric and drew all of the attention towards it but I purposefully skirted around it. My fingers darted around it until they reached the buckle of his belt.
With nimble and dexterous fingers I unbuckled and unzipped his pants and then yanked on them, tugging his tight pants down over his thighs and letting them puddle on the ground.
His bulge cried out to me, so thick and big I wanted to feel it twitch in my hands. I wanted to feel the heat of it seep into my very being, wanted to feel it suffuse with me and satisfy me.
I reached out, almost too nervous to make the jump, almost intimidated by what was staring me in the face. But still I reached out and with tentative fingers I slipped up and over his bulge. I let my palms cup it, feeling it’s weight.
It was hot, so very hot. Coming on gradually but building to such a tremendous heat that I was worried it would burn me. My hands held it, squeezing his bulge lightly as I felt it shift and twitch below me.
I bit my lip and looked up into his face, his handsome and masculine face that was all hard lines and angles. He looked back at me, locking into my eyes and silently instructing me, urging me on.
Reaching up I let my fingers hook into the waistband of his boxers and peel them downwards, peeling them over his thighs and down until I released his beast of a cock.
I had seen Mike naked before, never on purpose and only momentary glimpses but when you play sports with a guy, when you live with a guy, sometimes you wind up walking in on them by accident. I’d seen his cock, but what I laid eyes on now wasn’t his cock anymore.
This thing was monstrous. It was enormous. It was probably the biggest cock I had ever seen either in person or online. His cock was so big it moved like it had a mind of it’s own, standing up proud and angry, it’s head locking eyes with me as it bounced free of it’s confinement.
It called to me, urging me on. Now Mike didn’t have to do anything this cock was so enormous it was almost like it had it’s own gravity. Like I was stuck in orbit around it and it was pulling me in.
I gulped deep and let my hands come to rest on either side of the base. Staring at this thing. Trying to figure out how in the hell I was going to take it into me.
Because I was going to take it into me. I was bound and determined to. Just like every other challenge before it the gauntlet was thrown down and I wasn’t about to give up.
Even though so much had changed. Even though I had grown long blonde hair, grown perky breasts. Even though I had become a woman I was still me at my core, and I didn’t back down from a challenge.
Things had changed, don’t get me wrong. An hour ago I would never have put myself in this position. An hour ago I would never have the cravings I had now. An hour ago I was a straight man who never in a million years would suck his best friends cock.
So I may have been making different decisions, but the core motivation was the same. I didn’t want to back down from a challenge, and fitting this cock inside of me would definitely qualify as a challenge.
I stretched my mouth wide, opening it as much as I can and letting my tongue hang out, letting it touch the tip of his cock first before popping the rest of his thick head into my mouth.
Just moments before the tip of him touches my tongue I have a flash, a realization of who I am and what I’m about to do. Just for a moment I wonder whether this is truly what I want and then my tongue tasted the salt of his skin and it seeped into me. I knew then that there was no turning back, that I loved this and needed this in equal parts.
I took as much of him into me as I could, hearing him grunt hard as he bottomed out in my mouth and pressed at the back of my throat. I held there, holding him in my mouth and feeling the ache in my jaw as I was stretched around him. Reaching up and grasping his shaft I could hold a full fist of shaft without even touching my lips. There was still so much of him left.
Gasping for air I pulled off of him, my hands flying up instantaneously to grasp and stroke his shaft, to spread the slick of my saliva up and down him.
“So big,” I uttered breathily, disbelief heavy in my voice.
I couldn’t take him, couldn’t please him and I knew it.
He was too much for me.
My hands tried to please him, brushing up and down his shaft while I stroked him. I looked up at him with furrowed brow and stared at him with my big eyes but I could sense it, could see it in the twitches of his face. He wanted more.
And then my hand brushed a little low down on his shaft and touched his balls, I found my gaze draw down to them. Taking them in for the first time.
They hung between his thighs, pendulous and full. Judging from the size I felt like even one would fill up my hand. They were enormous.
And they pulled me in, making me duck down so my gaze drew closer and closer to them, until they were hanging right in front of me.
While my hands continued to stroke his thick cock up and down I took his balls into my mouth, one at a time, sucking on them lightly. I let them slip between my lips and let my tongue lash out at them, caressing and patting them in a riot of patterns.
He moaned, loud and gruff and manly.
I made him moan.
And that made me moan too, my voice escaping me as I had him in my mouth so I vibrated against his skin and could see his hands clench the couch out of the corner of my eyes.
It was too much for him, I felt him move off the couch, pulling me off of him and lifting me into the air secure in his arms. I let my hands slip around his neck, tilting his head to me and kissing him deeply as he walked me through the apartment towards his bedroom.
He dropped me on the bed and stood over me, tall and broad and victorious. He was my caveman and I was his trophy, brought back to his sanctuary and his to do whatever he wanted to.
His hands reached out for my pants, peeling them off of me along with my underwear and discarding them in a pile in the corner.
For the first time I had a glance between my legs, I had sensed the absence before but I’d never really understood it. It hadn’t clicked with me in the same way it did now.
My cock was gone, and in its place was a tight and neat little pussy. Compact, shaved, and absolutely dripping wet.
I was ready for him.
Mike stepped up onto the bed, his bulk overtop of me, so overpoweringly big and strong. I could sense it in his every movement, the way he manipulated my body, placing me right where he wanted me to be.
/> And then I felt so much more.
He pushed into me, pressing between my legs and I felt my whole body tense. It felt so odd, so unfamiliar. This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go.
My mind flashed back, clearing through the haze of my heady arousal.
I wasn’t her, I wasn’t this woman. I was a man, I was just as much a man as the man above me. The man beside me. The man inside of me.
He pushed in further, the thick head of his cock spreading my lips and pressing inside.
It was overwhelming and powerful and it pressed the air out of my lungs, left me gasping. The sensations running through my body, the feeling of being penetrated was so unlike anything I had ever experienced before.
I loved it.
So I made a choice then and there. What had happened tonight was odd. It wasn’t normal. People didn’t just change gender in a moment.
But in that moment, right there with him above me, I chose not to care about any of that. For this moment I was a woman, and I would experience that fully and without hesitation.
My body relaxed as I fell back into who I was for the moment. It relaxed and the tension melted away from me.
Mike sensed it, sliding in easily a bit more.
Oh god he was so big, he filled me up so much. I had never experienced anything like it before.
I was full and he was twitching inside of me, spreading the walls of my sex as the bulging veins of his thick cock rubbed against me.
My hands flailed out, searching for something to hold onto as he pulled back and then pressed forward again.
He pushed into me so much more, filling me up and making my head rocket back and slam into the mattress while I cried out my passionate satisfaction to the room. I felt his hands grip my hips, holding me still as great rising waves rocked through my body and I gasped for air.
It was so potent, so pressing, the feeling of him inside of me. He vibrated my whole body into a different wavelength, he made my vision go dark at the edges as I struggled to contain myself in the face of the feeling of satisfaction washing over me.