Girl Trouble

by Amanda Clover

  "I mean, you're hot, dude. You're super hot."

  "Don't get any ideas," I say.

  "Whoa, hey now, no ideas." He scratches his beard. "Just...like...dude, how long have we been friends?"

  "Since third grade," I say. "When you moved here from Indiana."

  "We're best friends," he says.

  I don't like the way Wyatt is looking at me. He's staring right at my tits. Worse, the more he stares at them, the more I can feel my nipples stiffening in my lace bra. In seconds, they are poking out like little fingertips beneath my tank top.

  "I'm broken up with my girlfriend right now," says Wyatt, stepping closer.

  I take a step back. Wyatt follows me, backing me against the study desk. I can see the lust in his eyes and on his face.

  "We're just friends, right?" he says. "Friends with benefits?"

  I smack him in the face. Hard enough to get his attention. For a second, at least, he snaps out of it.

  "I'm your friend," I say. "Not some girl for your to put your big hands on."

  "I'm not going to be able to stop thinking about those tits," he says. "You have to let me feel them. Come on."

  "No way. This is your fault, you know."

  "Please. Just let me feel them. That's it. Then I'll get out of here."

  I sigh. I know he is not going to relent. Besides, I let Doc feel them. As much as I want to kick Wyatt's ass for landing me in this situation, I don't really mind someone touching them. It feels nice.

  "Alright," I say. "You can feel them over the shirt. But don't get any big ideas."

  Wyatt's big hands are on my breasts in an instant. He squeezes them both and presses them together in his palms.

  "Oh my god, they're even better than Victoria's tits. Dude. You have to let me see them."

  His words are convincing. His hands on my breasts are even more convincing.

  "Alright," I say.

  He lifts my tank and I reach behind my back and pop open my bra strap. His eyes are ready to bug out of his head as he lifts the bra from my breasts. My big tits settle pertly on my chest, the nipples hard but a little puffy and the faintest red curl of the lace design left behind on my titflesh.

  Before I can object, Wyatt hefts my bare breasts and lowers his face to them. I cry out in surprise as his hot mouth sucks a nipple between his lips. His beard rubs roughly against my skin.

  "What are...oohh...what are you doing?"

  "Come on, man," he says and runs his tongue around my nipple. "You're so freakin' hot. You got me all turned on. We're like, bros, man. Let's just do it."

  "Do it?"

  His kiss smacks in my cleavage. His tongue leaves a wet trail to my other nipple and he sucks it hard enough to shock me. He releases the suction and lifts his head again.

  "Yeah," he breathes, leaning against me. "Let's do it. Come on. Just for fun. Remember when you banged Pepper in here?"

  I want it. My body wants it. Wyatt is a big lunk, not even a good looking guy, but it doesn't matter. Everything makes sense and I can feel my body reacting to him. A voice in the back of my head screams "No!" I have to keep his cock away from me.

  "I think...think you better leave," I moan as he continues to lick and fondle my breasts.

  "Come on," he cajoles. "Don't you want to feel what it's like as a girl? Let's just do it."

  His hands slide down my sides and rest on my hips. His fingers squirm into the waist of my shorts.

  "Yessssss," I hiss, unable to resist him. "Fuck me, Wyatt."

  It happens so quickly. He drags down my shorts without even unbuttoning them and turns me around against the desk. He grabs the waist of my cotton underwear and pulls. The snugness of them peels down from my ass. I lean forward over the study desk, my breasts against the cold wood, my ankles bound together by the shorts and underwear. I look back over my shoulder as Wyatt unbuckles his belt and unzips his jeans.

  "Oh my god," I cry at the sight of his incredibly thick cock.

  It is a beast in his grasp, much thicker than coach's dick and almost as long. He squeezes it in his fist and the bulging bell of his cockhead turns a shade of red so deep that it is almost purple.

  "God damn, dude, your ass is ammmmmazing! Look at that pink pussy too. You're all wet. You must really want to fuck."

  "Be careful, Wyatt," I cry. "I've never done this before."

  "Oh, I'll be gentle," he says. "You know me. I'm a big teddy bear."

  The blunt tip of his cockhead brushes against my swollen peach and I let out a soft moan of anticipation. I feel so exposed to him bent over like this. It's a position I've never been in with another person, but one I've had many girlfriends assume. Now I know what they felt like as I teased my own cock against their glistening lips and smacked the plump roundness of their ass.

  Wyatt does both as he teases me and toys with my heart shaped rear end. His hands explore the smooth softness of it and I let out another little gasp as he spreads my cheeks and admires the clenched wrinkle of my ass.

  "Not there," I moan.

  "Heh, just checking you out."

  His cock pushes against my tender groove. I suck in my breath as the tip of his meat drives into me slowly, opening my delicate pink and stretching my virgin pussy. I feel his cock hit something inside me, but it's too late to stop. He pushes forward, through what must have been my hymen. My eyes go wide and I yelp in pain.

  "What's wrong?" asks Wyatt.

  "It's...it's okay," I gasp. "Don't stop."

  It isn't quite okay. There is a hot rawness inside me as he pushes deeper and deeper and deeper still. I feel as if my whole body is filled with his cock. My pussy is spread painfully around him, stretched seemingly to my absolute limits.

  "God, you're fucking tight," he chuckles.

  "Just...go slow. Please."

  "You got it, baby," he says, holding my hips with both hands.

  He works his fat cock back, my clutching tunnel sucking at it as it slides out of me until just the head is left spreading my velvet folds. He pushes back into me, a battering ram in slow motion, dragging roughly over my tender spots and making me quiver. He begins to move faster. His cock sloshes into my increasingly wet pussy. His big balls slaps gently against my clit.

  "Fuck," I moan.

  The pain is still there, the rawness is still there, as if I have been chafed, but there is something else. A growing heat that I can only describe as pleasure. And that spring. I can feel it tightening up again.

  "Yeah, baby, that ass is so firm it barely jiggles. Lift those titties up. Ooohh...I want to see them shake."

  I push myself up off the study table on my hands, my big tits dangling beneath me like two creamy sacks tugging at my surrounding chest. They swing with each stroke. Wyatt reaches around me with one hand and fondles them roughly. His fingers pluck at my sensitive nipples. His hands crush my breasts.

  "Oh, fuck yes," he grunts and slams me harder. "I'm going to fucking shoot a load. I'm going to...ahhh...shoot this big load."

  "Ohhhhhh god," I cry, my pleasure rising. "Yes. I want you to...to..."

  Something flashes in my head. Some recent memory. Dr. Guttenberg saying something to me. It's so hard to think with Wyatt's swollen cock pounding into my pussy and driving me to the brink. Wait. There it is. Don't get pregnant.

  "Don't get pregnant!" I cry.

  "Wh-what?"

  "Pull out!"

  "Oh, shit!"

  Wyatt slips his fat cock out of me and I feel the cum jetting against my pussy. Hot liquid gushes against my delicate folds. He raises his aim and I look back to see him pound his fist on his crimson cock. Cum spurts out, onto my ass, goo between my cheeks and dripping down my thighs.

  "Did you cum inside me?" I gasp, reaching back and stuffing my fingers into my pussy.

  "I don't...I don't think so."

  I dig my fingers into my freshly fucked slit, my own orgasm forgotten as I search for any evidence that he unloaded into my cunt. Wyatt steps back, out of breath and his cock dripping
with cum onto the carpet of the study room.

  The haze of my lust dissipates and I realize I have a huge mess to cleanup. Wyatt finds somewhere he has to go, but he thanks me before he leaves. I guess that's something.

  "That was too close," I moan, mopping the cum off with tissues. "I have to control my desires better."

  Even as I say it, I know it’s not going to be easy. Once I am reasonably clean, although smelling of cum, I pull on my panties and shorts. I remember the ominous phone messages I received. I pick up my phone and check my texts, but there is nothing new, just those same photos of me on my knees with coach and me talking to Pepper. Whoever took the photos is apparently going to wait to use them against me.

  I leave the study room and slip out of school early. While my transformation is changing me into a whole new person, I am not without some small hope that I'll get the old me back. The question is, will the new me even want that?

  Girl Trouble 2

  Teacher's Gender Swapped Pet

  Day Three

  Wednesday

  "They're definitely bigger than mine. God, they're awesome. I'm so jealous."

  Pepper Pelton is talking about me. She is standing behind me, talking to my sister, Andrea, as I model the underwear my sister has picked out for me in the full length mirror. Pepper is my girlfriend, or used to be, or still is, but we're "on hold" until we can figure things out, because she's not a lesbian. The thing we're trying to "figure out" is what is staring me in the mirror.

  I'm a brown-eyed beauty with lustrous auburn hair flowing past my shoulders and a deliciously curvy body that is so perfect it probably tops my perky girlfriend and my busty sister. The creamy mounds of my breasts are overflowing the pink satin bra with the lace fringe that my sister described as "roomy." My wide hips and round bottom are filling out the bun-hugging boyshorts I'm wearing on loan from Pepper.

  I'm a sexy eighteen year old girl named Brianna. Which is the problem, seeing as how just over a day ago my name was Brian and I was the coolest guy in school. I was the high school quarterback. I had the hottest girlfriend. Everyone either wanted to be me or wanted to be fucked by me. No thanks to my linebacker buddy Wyatt, and a mishap in the chemistry lab, all that, along with my dick, are gone.

  "That one is pretty padded and you can still see her nipples," says Andrea, referring to the bra I'm wearing.

  She's right, I realize and I rub my hands over my satin-covered nipples and let out a moan of pleasure that makes both girls snicker. They've been feeling me up and grabbing parts of me that are driving me crazy. It's like as soon as I lost my balls, these two thought they had free reign to put their hands all over my body. I can't count how many times Pepper has squeezed my tits. My sister - my fucking sister! - offered to shave my pussy for me.

  It's messed up. Do girls always act like this around each other?

  "Why don't you try the yellow one," says my sister, holding out a lacy yellow bra. "And try those yellow bikini-cut panties Pepper brought. It's close enough to match."

  "Alright," I groan. "This is the last one though. I have to go to school. So do you, Pepper."

  "Yeah, yeah, yeah," she says.

  She starts texting on her phone while I head into the bathroom to strip off. I try not to look at myself in the mirror. Seeing my own naked body still turns me on and I have to keep control. To be honest, things are already out of control. My science teacher, Dr. Guttenberg, is supposedly working on a serum to reverse the effects, but every man I come in contact with gets hit with my pheromones. Those are like smell particles that you can’t smell or something.

  It's driving guys wild, like my coach and like Wyatt. I've gone way too far with both of them and on top of that I have someone blackmailing me with pictures of what I did. Whoever snapped those images knows the truth about my transformation and about some of my activities since being turned into a girl. Oh, yeah, and Doc says if I get knocked up I am going to be stuck as a girl forever. So, yeah, my life is complicated now.

  I buckle the bra behind my back and look at myself in the mirror. At least I'll be a smoking hot girl.

  "It looks good," I say, stepping back into the bedroom.

  "Oh my god!" squeals Pepper.

  "That looks so fucking hot on you," agrees Andrea.

  I do a strut and turn for them, my buns hugged by the bikini style panties and my tits jiggling but fully covered by the yellow lace of the bra. It's as close as I'm going to get to a perfect match.

  "Now let's go do your makeup," says Pepper, ushering me back into the bathroom.

  "I've gotta get going," says Andrea. "Your outfit is on the bed."

  I wave an affirmative and follow Pepper into the bathroom. She slides her perky butt onto the countertop and motions me over. I stand in front of her as she starts doing my eye liner. While I'm standing her there between her knees, her legs keep rubbing against mine. The more she does it, the more those denim covered thighs brush against mine, the more she's making me sploosh in my loaner panties.

  "You smell so good," she says. "It's like peaches and honey or something. Is that a scrub?"

  "I took a shower, that's it. I didn't do anything special. It's probably the pheromones."

  "That what?"

  "Yeah, Doc said it's like a queen bee or something. I have these chemicals coming out of my pores that make people want to, well, you know." I blush and shrug. "Do me."

  Pepper wrinkles her nose. A dreamy look comes over her as if she is under the influence of my delicious pheromones. I know she's said that she's not a lesbian, but I can't resist. I lean in and plant a kiss on her pouting lips. So warm and soft and familiar. My own lips have changed. They open against her passive kiss and I caress her with the tip of my tongue. Her peppermint-flavored mouth yields to me and I slip my tongue past that velvet entrance and into the warm, wet cove behind her lips. Her tongue pushes back, fencing for a moment and then driving my tongue out of her mouth.

  She shoves me back a step and sputters. Anger flashes onto her face.

  "Don't do that!" she cries. "I don't know what weird sex spell you are using, but stop it. I am not a lesbian and I don't want to do anything with you. And...and...if you try anything again, I'm leaving. You'll have to do your makeup yourself."

  I bite my lower lip and nod, feeling more than a little ashamed of myself. Pepper finishes up my makeup, ending with a lip gloss that she favors to give lips a "wet and kissable" look.

  "Not really what I need right now," I protest, but I don't stop her. When she's done, my lips look like two glistening strawberries. I smack them together and I can't resist pouting my lips into a kiss. Pepper stands beside me, admiring her handiwork and my new body.

  "Who would have known you'd make such a hot girl," she says. "You're giving me some competition. Just don't try out for cheer squad."

  "Dr. Guttenberg is going to turn me back and all this will go back to the way it was."

  "If you say so. Now finish getting dressed. We've gotta hurry or we're going to be late to school."

  I lose the high heels and put on the hip-hugging jeans and Sandy Valley High Spartans t-shirt my sister has picked out. The jeans are snug, but not too tight, but the t-shirt hangs on my breasts and doesn't even come close to the waist of the jeans. When I lift my arms above my head it reaches up to the underside of my bra.

  "Don't worry about it," says Pepper, catching me testing it out. "I wear shirts like all the time and you seem to like them."

  "It feels like I'm going topless."

  "I usually don't even wear a bra," she says, "but with your big tits and those nipples you'd better keep yours on."

  I lace up my sneakers and head out to Pepper's car. She has agreed to call me her cousin and give me rides to school for as long as my "condition" lasts. It's a relief after the nightmare I endured on the bus on Tuesday. All of my pheromones in an enclosed space like a bus makes a recipe for big trouble.

  My phone vibrates in my purse with a new text message. My heart lurches in
my chest as I am reminded that I am already in big trouble. Someone caught me giving coach a blowjob. That same person heard everything and has been tormenting me with photos of me on my knees with coach's cum dripping down my chin. I check my messages and I see that this time they have finally made a demand.

  "Field house. 5 PM. Be there or this goes viral."

  It's followed by another picture of me, this time with my hand between my thighs and coach's cock in my mouth. I can't believe I actually did that. Worse, looking at the picture is enough to turn me on. I shift uncomfortably in my seat and turn the phone to make sure Pepper can't see the picture. If she knew I sucked coach's cock...well...that would be it for us. Even if I did it to save my job as the starting quarterback for the Spartans.

  I quickly text a reply, "Will be there."

  I resist the urge to add an insult at the end of the message. I figured that at the very least, maybe I'll learn my blackmailer's identity. That puts me one step closer to getting my revenge. But it doesn't help my mood. We arrive at school and I feel like shit. I give Pepper a hug and a kiss on the cheek and we go our separate ways.

  I'm so lost in my world that I almost walk right into Miss Holden. She's the creative writing teacher at the school and also the girls' softball coach. Everyone says she is a lesbian, but I've always thought she was pretty sexy in a chubby sort of way. You know, big curves and a little soft, maybe a chubby face, but you can see the beautiful woman still there. She wears her dark hair pulled back in a ponytail and her white softball polo shirt tight over her huge breasts.

  "Sorry," I say, trying to brush past her in the busy hall.

  "Hold on a second, young lady," she says and pulls me into the doorway of her classroom. She looks me over up close, her green eyes sweeping me from top to bottom. "I know just about everyone in this school and I I've never seen you before. Who are you and what are you doing here?"

  "Brianna...Pelton," I say, using Pepper's last name instead of my own. "I'm Pepper's cousin. You know, the cheerleader?"

  "Oh, I know her. I don't know if I see the resemblance."