Girl Trouble

by Amanda Clover

  The bra slips from my shoulders and, reluctantly, I crush the blue lace cups against my breasts and then pull them away. Coach's eyes widen at the sight of my plump mounds. My nipples are soft and puffy, but they begin to stiffen almost as soon as I take the bra off.

  "Yes," says coach and his hands are suddenly on me. He squeezes my breasts and rubs my sensitive nipples with his thumbs. He lifts them and crushes them together. "They...mmm...feel real. But you could have...mmmm....used a pill or something."

  He tugs my tits by my nipples, stretching and lifting the weight of my breasts and making me gasp in shock. He releases my nipples and my heavy tits slap back against me.

  "Show me your pussy," he says.

  I don't want to do it. Coach looks crazy and the way he was touching me has me feeling all weird. I'm afraid that the warmth I am feeling between my legs might mean I am getting wet. But I don't see an alternative. I bite my lower lip and unbutton my shorts. I strip them down slowly. Too slow for coach, who seizes them and yanks them down my thighs.

  "Wait," I cry. "Take it easy."

  "Stop teasing," he says. "You're going to prove it, right now."

  He grabs my panties by the waistband and nearly rips them off. The pink cotton cinches into the delicate wetness of my pussy. I gasp as they pull free and he strips them down my legs. Coach Dandridge strokes his scraggly salt and pepper goatee. He pushes me back against his desk and my butt falls onto it as my legs, still tangled together by my shorts and panties, come up. Coach growls and strips both off over my tennis shoes.

  "Look at that fuzzy little peach," he says, in a tone I've never heard before.

  "Please, coach, don't do this," I gasp.

  "Gotta make sure you're not fakin'."

  Coach pushes me back flat on his desk. He spreads my thighs apart and gets down on his knees in front of the desk. I lift my head up, peering over my heaving tits as coach, the man who has trained me as a quarterback, leans down and runs his tongue along the hot groove of my pussy. He flicks at my clit and I cry out and grasp my tits with both hands.

  The pleasure is like nothing I've felt before. It's hot and wet and when he presses his mouth over my straining clit and sucks I squeal with ecstasy as hot jolts of it shoot through my body. Coach pulls my legs over his shoulders and drives his tongue into my boiling cunt. I can feel his coarse hairs rubbing against me, his tongue curling and punching into my teenage fuckhole.

  "Oh, god, coach, please...ohhh...your tongue feels so good. Mmmmmmm!"

  I crunch my stomach and grab his head, pulling it against my mound. My manhood is forgotten as coach licks and sucks my juicy peach. I grind against his mouth. My ass hangs over the edge of his desk and he supports it with his hands. Long licks drag his tongue up my slippery slit and lash my clit.

  "Something...something is happening! I'm...cumming!"

  "Mmmmmm yes!" Coach breathes against my juicy groove.

  That spring I felt before is on fire now. It explodes inside me and I buck against coach's mouth. I grab his head with both hands and push my pussy against the excruciating pleasure of his tongue. My juices flow into his mouth. My wails of pleasure whine girlishly in a voice still strange to me.

  Finally, I release his head and slump back onto his desk, my ecstasy expended. Coach slowly laps up my juices and lifts his face from between my thighs. Now I get it. Now I understand why Pepper always wants me to go down on her. I giggle in the flushed afterglow of my orgasm.

  "Do you believe me now, coach?" I ask.

  "I'm still not convinced," he says, standing up and wiping my juices from his lips.

  "What would I have to do to convince you?" I ask, the words coming out more flirtatiously than I intended.

  Coach answers me by untying the drawstring of the Spartans red-and-white track pants he is wearing and dragging the baggy pants down from his hips. He peels his briefs off and his long, slender cock bounces free. My eyes bulge at the sight of it. I'd never imagined I would see Coach Dandridge's dick. The sight of it, straining hard, red, and even glistening with precum at the tip, is almost too obscene for me to look at.

  "Coach," I say, "I'm a guy. I can't do anything with that."

  "You're not a guy," he snaps. "You're a hot girl. Look at that body. Look at those tits and that pussy I just licked. You are all girl."

  "W-what do you want me to do?" I ask, my skin seeming to prickle as I try to avert my eyes from coach's long cock.

  "Suck it," he says. "Suck that dick."

  The thought of putting a man's cock in my mouth, let alone coach's, is terrifying to me. It's repulsive. My mind rebels against it. And my body, my stupid, sexy body, feels hot all over. It wants me to do it.

  "Come on you little slut," he says and his stroking hand draws my gaze to his hard cock. "Wrap those big lips around my dick and prove to me you're a real woman. Suck the cum right out of my balls."

  I nod, suddenly delirious with lust and unable to disobey his obscene command. My fingers brush his hard cock as I step closer. I can smell him. His aftershave and his sweat and, as I drop to my knees, the deep musk of his cock. His hair is trimmed and going gray. His cock bobs beneath my fingers and I take hold of him with one hand.

  "That's it," he says. "Good girl. Just give it a little taste."

  I wrinkle up my nose and slowly, reluctantly stick out my tongue. The droplet of precum on the tip of his cock has grown into a glistening marble. I close my eyes and touch the tip of my tongue to the hot underside of coach's cock. Before I can fully realize what I am doing, coach grabs my auburn hair and thrusts the bulging bullet of his cockhead between my soft lips.

  "Mmmmmmphh!" I protest, my eyes opening wide.

  "Shhhhhh," he says, filling my mouth with the hot, salty immediacy of his cockmeat. "You like that in your mouth? Does that taste good?"

  "Mmmmmmm..."

  My resistance melts away. My heart pounds in my chest as I tighten my lips around coach's cock and begin to bob my mouth. I moan around him and my spit almost immediately begins to soak down his shaft. I can't fit very much of him into my mouth, so I use my hand to work his cock like I have seen Pepper do to me so many times.

  In fact, it's Pepper's technique I borrow completely. I bob steadily for a few seconds before pulling to the tip of his cock, hollowing my cheeks, and looking up at him as my tongue flicks at the salty slit of his cock.

  "That's good," groans coach, smoothing the hair from my face.

  My spit drips from his balls and lands on my jiggling tits. I gasp for air through my nose, bobbing my head faster and faster, mesmerized by the growing heat of his cock as it slips between my lips. The suction of my mouth pops on his cockhead. My tongue lashes the ridges of his bulging tip with my growing lust.

  "That's it, baby," he moans. "You are a girl, aren't you? You love that big dick."

  I lift my mouth from his cock, my lips glistening wet and my face hot with lust.

  "Oh, yes, coach," I gasp and thrust my free hand between my thighs.

  I squeeze my cunt and rub my thumb against my straining clit as I desperately, wantonly, hungrily slurp on coach's big cock. The idea of sucking off coach should disgust me, but it’s all I want to do in the heat of the moment. I abandon all restraint. I worship his petrified fuckmeat with my teenage mouth. I can feel it swelling between my lips. I taste the increasing sweetness of his precum on my tongue.

  "Aaaaaahhh!"

  Coach pulls at my head with both hands. His cock pushes to the back of my throat and almost gags me. He tenses beneath me and a moment later hot liquid bursts against my tonsils. I wince, tighten my lips around him and slowly bob my mouth as more gushes out, pouring across my tongue.

  I swallow it before I even taste it. The feel is hot and thick and tacky in my throat. I realize, in that moment, that I am swallowing a man's cum. Doing something that would have been absolutely revolting to me just a day before. The twitching in coach's cock diminishes and I suck hard for the last drops of his semen. The salty taste fills my m
outh.

  "Good girl," he groans as I pop him free of my lips again.

  His cock hangs in my face, glistening and red, as I desperately work my fingers against my clit. He reaches down and pushes cum from my chin into my mouth. I suck his fingers clean as I frig myself to the point of ecstasy. Shuddering, breathless, I look up at him as my orgasm quickly overtakes me. I clutch at my soft breast, squeezing the tender roundness of it and feeling my nipple beneath my fingers. My cries of ecstasy are a soft whine that fills the coach's sex-scented office.

  "What a good little slut," says coach, watching me cum. "You can visit me any time you want."

  "I...I'll fix this," I say. "I am going to change back."

  "Suuuuure," he chuckles. "But until then, you are welcome to be my little cum slut."

  Afterwards, after I've cum and wiped the sweat from my body with one of the locker room towels, coach watches me from behind his desk as I dress.

  How many times has he sat on the other side of that desk and judged my performance as a player? I feel the same sort of inferiority. The same hot, directionless anger as he smirks and stares at me. I clasp the bra behind my back, my big breasts straining for release. I slip my sister's panties up my thighs and bend over as I pull up my shorts. He watches every motion as if he's watching a game video.

  "See you soon, Brian," he mocks as I reach for the door.

  "Until I fix this," I say, "it's Brianna."

  His laughter follows me out of the room. I get the distinct impression that what I just did, debasing myself and crossing a boundary I never imagined I would cross, accomplished exactly nothing. If I'm not back to normal soon, coach is going to give my spot on the team to Alex Kuntzmann.

  As I am coming out of the workout room, Darryl Ensley and Jarron Washington, a wide receiver and running back from the team, are walking in. I'm used to joking around and having beers with them, but the two athletic black guys look at me like a piece of meat.

  "Hey, girl," says Jarron.

  I duck my head and hurry out of the workout room. I can hear them laughing and talking about my ass as the door closes behind me. I'm so self-consciously aware of my body that I almost forget about the world around me and plow right into another girl walking in the hall. Our breasts collide a bit painfully, our heads knock together, and we both stagger back.

  The girl yelps and says, "Hey, watch where you're going...um..."

  Our eyes meet as I look at my beautiful blond girlfriend, Pepper Pelton. Her annoyance becomes confusion and that becomes shock.

  "Br...Brian?"

  How did she know?

  "Brianna," I say. "For now."

  "What is going on?" she demands.

  I pull her aside to the girl's locker room, also empty at this early hour, and I tell her everything. Well, all of the parts about the chemical spill and waking up as a girl and even my sister giving me a makeover.

  "That explains why you look so hot," she says.

  I leave out what happened on the bus and what happened with coach, although I do tell her that Dr. Guttenberg has to change it back or I'm going to get kicked off the team.

  "You can't tell anyone about all this," I say.

  "I won't!" she protests. "Hey, give me a kiss."

  "What?"

  "I want to see what it feels like to kiss you as a girl."

  We sit facing each other on a bench in the locker room. I'm surprised that she has gotten over my transformation so quickly. Not knowing what else to do, I lean forward and press my lips to hers. There is that familiar taste of her kiss, the heat of her mouth opening up to mine and her tongue, more aggressive than ever, pushing into my mouth.

  I realize, too late, that she might just taste the lingering saltiness of coach's cum in my mouth. Too late now. I fence back with my tongue. My nipples stiffen and a heat grows between my thighs. Yes, this is even better like this. Maybe, if I get stuck, I can just be a lesbian.

  Pepper pulls back suddenly, a tiny strand of saliva connecting our lips. She smiles at me and her eyes glow mischievously.

  "Nah," she says. "I'm too straight for this. You'd better change back. Let me know how that goes."

  She hops up from the bench and pulls her books against her chest. Her skirt flares as she turns and I catch the lower curve of her bottom and her white cotton panties. My pussy throbs, unrequited by my apparently very straight girlfriend.

  As I am getting up from the bench I hear a sound like shuffling shoes from one of the private shower stalls. The curtain is drawn over the stall. I lean down and I can't see any feet, but it makes me nervous. Was someone listening to our conversation? I hurry out of the room.

  Half an hour later, I am standing in the chemical storage room of the chemistry lab. My shirt is pulled up to my neck and my bra has been lifted above my big, round breasts. Dr. Guttenberg is lifting and squeezing my tits as if he's weighing them and measuring them with his hands.

  This has been going on for at least three minutes. The white haired old kook has the tip of his tongue pinned in the corner of his mouth as he fondles my breasts. His fingertips brush my stiff, fat nipples for the tenth time and I finally can't take it anymore.

  "Alright, that's enough!"

  I pull away and yank my bra and shirt back into place.

  "Yes, well," he putters, looking at me over the lenses of his thick spectacles, "it does seem as if you have become a girl. You said your friend, Wyatt was it? Your friend spilled something on you. Do you happen to remember what it was?"

  "Sample 83," I say, recalling the label on the broken bottle.

  "Oh dear," says Doc. He takes off his spectacles and sits wearily on the stool beside the work counter. "It was a serum I was working on to change the gender without a need for surgery. It had achieved some remarkable results on fruit flies--"

  "Fruit flies!?"

  "Yes, well, it was very early! I had ordered some lab rats to begin testing it on them. I never imagined...I mean to say, Brianna, that it never achieved such, erm, thorough results even in the flies."

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means the genitals changed in the fruit flies, but I never imagined the, erm, thoroughness of the secondary and tertiary characteristic transformation."

  "You mean you think I have nice tits?" I laugh.

  "In a manner of speaking." He adjusts his collar. "You are remarkably attractive and, what's more, you seem to be exuding mating pheromones. It makes you all but irresistible to men."

  That explains why every guy I meet wants to fuck me, even when it's totally inappropriate, but I want an answer to the real question on my mind.

  "Can you reverse this?" I ask, gesturing to take in the shapely curves of my new body.

  "There is a possibility," he says, turning to his lab computer. "The same hormones used in Sample 83 have their male counterparts. I might be able to synthesize...yes...give me some time. Tomorrow, perhaps. I will have to borrow something from my home laboratory, but I might be able to come up with a serum to reverse the transformation."

  "Oh, thank you, Doc!"

  I throw my arms around his neck and mash my tits into the side of his face. The gesture pushes his glasses up off his nose.

  "Please, Brianna, I am no more immune to your heightened pheromones than any other man."

  "Ah!" I release him from the pillow of my breasts. "Sorry, Doc. I just got excited."

  "Go home and stay away from men," he says. "You must not become pregnant. Do you understand? If this happens, the hormone release will become irreversible. So long as it does not happen, your condition may be reversed."

  "I can get pregnant?" The thought had never even occurred to me.

  "It might be possible. So long as you are in this condition, my advice is that you do not risk the possibility and you avoid all sexual intercourse."

  "I'll, uh, I'll do that, Doc. Thank you."

  I decide to skip Pre Calc and hide out in the study room. There are a few sophomores and freshmen studying in the front. I navig
ate through the quiet study desks and sit down in the back of the room. When the period ends, I just stay there as the room empties out. I'm relieved when the next period begins and nobody enters the room again.

  Good. I need some alone time to think about what Dr. Guttenberg said. Maybe coming into school was not such a good idea if I am going to have this sort of affect on every man around me. Not to mention my own crazy desires. I can't stop thinking about coach's cock. I almost want to sneak out and go back to his office.

  I'm fantasizing about a man when my phone vibrates. It's a text from a number I don't recognize. I open it up and my heart nearly stops in my chest.

  "I KNOW," reads the text.

  The next message is a photograph taken through the darkened blinds of Coach Dandridge's office. I am naked and on my knees in front of him with coach's cock buried between my lips. I look like I'm enjoying myself almost as much as coach in the picture.

  Once I've recovered from the shock, I send a reply.

  "WHO IS THIS?"

  Another photo appears in the chat window. This time it's a photo of me sitting on the bench in the girl's locker room talking to Pepper. A shower curtain is partially blocking the frame, but my face is clear and it's also a good shot of the rounded heart of my ass and Andrea's shorts riding up my cheeks as I straddle that bench.

  "WHAT DO YOU WANT?" I text.

  I'm being blackmailed! My anger is only matched by the terror that I will be exposed to the whole school. How could I ever return to my life if everyone knows what I've done in my first hours as a woman?

  I am waiting for a reply, staring at the picture of me naked and sucking Coach Dandridge, when the door to the study room opens. I jerk with surprise and quickly close the text window. None too soon. A moment later, Wyatt is standing over my shoulder, staring at me in disbelief.

  "I can't believe it's really true," he says. "Dr. Guttenberg told me and I didn't believe him. But...dude...you're totally a girl."

  "Thanks for the update," I say, pushing his big belly away and getting up from the chair.