Girl Trouble

by Amanda Clover

  When I'm lucky, they let me set the pace, climbing on top of one of them and riding hard while another squats behind me and feeds his cock into my stretched asshole. Man after man, cock after cock, they control my body as the shower echoes with the sounds of my hoarse cries of pleasure, grunts of release, and the loud slap-slap-slap of their flesh on my flesh.

  Now this might all sound like fun, right up my proverbially cum-splattered alley, but this doesn't stop when I get tired and sore. When I stop sucking them and stroking them. They just keep going, pounding their cocks down my throat, using my sore holes with no concern over whether or not I am having fun. The only thing preventing me from being a disgusting, cum-smothered mess is that they periodically pull me under the streams of the showers.

  My eyes water with tears of pain and the cries of pleasure become pitiful moans of pain. I feel like I am being suffocated by their bodies. Some of the guys take more than one turn, I think, I don't know. Their pale flesh and tan flesh and dark, rigid cocks all blend together. Some of them say sweet things to me as they ram my stuffed pussy. Some call me whore and pull my hair as they pound in and out of my aching asshole.

  Finally, they leave me in the shower with just one guy left. Wyatt, lying atop me with his fat gut drooping against my mound. His cock slurps in and out of me. He looks apologetic, but just like all the others he seems unable to stop himself from fucking me. I'm so sore and messy that I cant's even tell for certain that his cock is in my pussy or my ass.

  I remember, dimly, that the professor told me I was ovulating. A dozen guys or more must have cummed inside me in the shower. It's like a raffle to see which one draws the winning ticket. Maybe it will be Wyatt, who I thought was a true friend. He wheezes and releases his load deep inside me. I can feel it, pushing past all the other foamy spunk and gushing against my cervix.

  "I-I'm sorry, Brianna," he says as he pulls out of me and waddles out of the shower.

  "Go Spartans," I moan to the empty room.

  Yes, it's pretty bad, but believe it or not, once I sit up and get my bearings, I'm more worried about making it to the dance before the stupid thing is over. If I stand up Isaac, he has the photos to prove that not only am I a cockslut, but that I used to be Brian Harrison. Only a handful of people know it now.

  I let the shower wash away the filth and ease the pain in my stretched holes. My pussy can handle it, but I am going to be walking a little tenderly from the reaming my ass took.

  In my recent past I have found myself becoming overwhelmed with emotions I would have been able to control when I was a guy. Maybe it's the crazy hormones caused by the change into a girl or maybe all girls are like this, I don't know. But this time around, something that would have left the old me curled up and crying like a baby, I handle like a real woman. That doesn't mean I forgive Alex and Pepper. It means I don't break down and I start thinking revenge.

  My vague thoughts of getting back at them come together when I fetch my homecoming dress and lingerie from my locker. There in my bookbag is the vial of Doc's concentrated gender-bending formula. For the first time since getting gangbanged by the whole football team, a smile spreads across my face.

  "I'm going to make them all pay," I whisper to myself. "Starting with Alex and Pepper."

  I squeeze into the lingerie, rolling the stockings up my long legs and attaching the garter. I'm bursting out, having grown a little more since buying this outfit, so that my shapely curves look like a frosted cupcake decorated in black lace. The dress still fits, with its plunging neckline and its incredible view of my huge tits. I even brought a little of my sister's perfume to dab on my neck.

  I'm just slipping into my high heels when my phone begins to vibrate. It's Isaac.

  "Where the fuck are you?" he snaps. "You said you'd be late, but they're already starting voting for homecoming king and queen."

  "I'm just getting dressed. I had a little...incident. Be over in two minutes."

  I hang up without waiting for a reply, slip the vial of serum into the hidden recesses of my cleavage, and set off for the gymnasium where the dance is being held. Hurrying in high heels is crazy. I don't know how women do it. Every step practically turns my ankles. It feels weird as hell busting out of skin tight dress and wearing high heels in the empty hallways of my school. Like I'm somewhere I shouldn't be doing something I also shouldn't be.

  The theme of the dance is "a night under the stars" which means they have hung a black cloth on the ceiling and poked white Christmas lights through it. Isaac is waiting for the door, eighteen, but looking all of thirteen in his oversized tuxedo. I feel like a porn star going to the date with a midget on his arm, but I feel obligated to take the picture and strut into the dance by his side. All of his dweeb friends get to see us together and all of my friends, well, I don't have any left. Not here at the dance at least.

  "Give me a kiss," says Isaac.

  "Right here?" I ask, since everyone is looking right at us.

  "Yes," he whines. "Right now. Or do I--"

  I interrupt his threat with a big, juicy kiss on the lips. His eyes go wide as I spread my lips and thrust my tongue into his mouth so everyone can see it. His glasses almost fall off his face and he has to hang onto my hips to keep from falling over. After a few seconds, his tongue begins to move against mine and he gets into it, kissing me right back in front of all his shocked nerd pals.

  I finally pull my lips away, doing my best to look awestruck by his kissing skill.

  "Ohhh, Isaac," I moan loudly. "You're making me so wet. Let's get out on the dance floor so you can show me your moves."

  Did I ever mention that Isaac can't dance? I mean, some people say that, and they mean they just do the foot-to-foot sort of rhythm standing. Isaac cannot dance. He flails his arms like a couples of snakes being electrocuted and does this weird, one-foot hop and kick. For me, on the other hand, dancing seems to come easily. I was pretty good at it when I was dating Pepper, but now I am free to let it all hang out and that includes hitching my dress up above the tops of my stockings and working my hips to show off my ass.

  "Smack it," I tell Isaac. "Smack that ass."

  "Yeah!" he laughs. He still can't dance, but at least he knows how to spank my round butt for the amusement of everyone watching on the dance floor.

  While I'm grinding and showing off my moves for Isaac, my attention is on Alex and Pepper. They're hanging out with most of the rest of the football team and cheerleaders. I notice some of the student council dweebs are walking around the room voting for homecoming king and queen. When I finally lead Isaac off the dance floor, one of the student council girls stops over to see us.

  "We're taking vote," she explains, handing us each a slip of paper and a pen. "Write down a homecoming king and queen on the sheet."

  I see Isaac is writing down himself and me. Cute, but it's never going to happen. I write down Pepper and Alex. If I get them on stage, together at the same time, that would be perfect. They'll never know what hit them.

  Isaac and I head back to his friend's table of geeks to drink punch and laugh about some zombie movie. I smile and nod at their jokes. Mostly I'm there as eye candy and proof that Isaac is a stud, so I try not to look too uncomfortable when he slides his arm around me or when he starts rubbing my thigh. Soon, the vice principal steps out on the stage and prepares to announce the winners of homecoming king and queen.

  "It wasn't even close this year," says the burly vice principal. "For the homecoming king, Alex Kuntzman..."

  Cheers from the football players and most of the rest of the crowd.

  "...and for the homecoming queen tonight, our newest student, Brianna Harrison."

  As I walk up to the stage, smiling and preparing to receive my tiara and flowers, I think my plans are spoiled, but then the vice principal goes on to announce the princess and princess. Pepper Pelton is the winner for homecoming princess and Isaac, evidently demonstrating a larger contingent of nerds than I expected, wins for prince.

  W
e all take the stage together. Alex makes it to the microphone first, the king's crown resting rakishly on his head and the scepter in one hand.

  "I just want to say, that this babe is so damn sexy. Look at her." He waves the scepter at me. "I don't even know where she came from. Are you related to Brian Harrison or something? Because I don't see the resemblance."

  "I have something I want to show you, Alex," I say, reaching into my cleavage.

  The crowd gasps. I can see them beyond the stage, their eyes bugging out as my fingers dig between my huge tits. The vial emerges. Alex and Pepper and Isaac are all staring directly at it. I unscrew the top and, as if in slow motion, I try to fling it on Alex Kuntzman. Trust me, that's his real name.

  Alex sees I'm trying to throw the liquid on him and he blocks my attempt, knocking the vial up and into the air, spinning higher and higher. The serum spills out, droplets going in every direction and raining down on everyone on stage. Some hit me, some hit Alex, Isaac, and Pepper. Some even hit the football players in the front row.

  I feel a slight tingling, but nothing else seems to happen to me. I don't know if that means I am pregnant or I just can't overdose on the serum.

  Everyone else hit by the droplets collapses to the ground. It's like an Incredible Hulk transformation, only boobs instead of muscles and tuxedoes instead of purple jean shorts. They all start writhing around as their bodies and genders transform. Breasts burst from shirts, popping buttons and scattering them on the floor, hips and asses and legs are reshaped from muscular to slender. Hair grows down past shoulders.

  On everyone except Pepper Pelton. At first, I think Pepper isn't changing, but I see tears in her surprised eyes and she grabs the front of her dress. It bulges and stretches. It begins to rip until it splits open along a seam, opening up to her waist and exposing her white silk panties now like a bandage wrapped around the massive hose of the cock growing from between her legs. The serum did not turn Pepper into a man, it just gave her a huge cock.

  Alex is a beautiful, dark-haired, dusky eyes woman. Isaac, still wearing his glasses, has the elfin look of that girl in a teen movie who just needs a little makeup and to take off her glasses and she'll be a stunner. The football team now looks like a bunch of hot strippers dressed as men. And then there's the vice principal. The burly, white haired man now looks more like those pictures of Helen Mirren in a bikini, only his/her tits are burst through a button down shirt, fat nipples erect, as the vice principal stares down in shock.

  Pheromones fill the air and even those who were not touched by droplets begin to feel the potent aphrodisiac. The football players are beginning to kiss each other. Pepper is curiously stroking her new cock. Alex and Isaac are two hot girls making out beside me.

  Whatever happens from this point on, I think my senior year of high school just got a lot more interesting.

  Girl Trouble Epilogue

  Brianna 4 Ever

  Day 152

  Saturday

  Isaac Schmecklinger’s father is snoring next to me in the tangled sheets. The early morning light turns us both gray and makes him look like a beached whale. His big belly is rising and falling as he breathes heavily in his sleep. Pretty soon, I realize, my belly will be almost that big. Right now it’s just a little swell, but it feels so much bigger. And then there are my tits. I run my hands over my swollen, tender breasts. My nipples are thicker and my breasts have been getting hard in the mornings. Andrea says it means my milk is going to start filling up my tits.

  I give my breasts a careful squeeze and feel a surprising pressure that suddenly gives way in my fat nipples. Tiny drops of white liquid well to the buds of my breasts and cling to my crinkly areolas like morning dew.

  “Oh my god,” I gasp.

  “Wha?” Mr. Schmecklinger stirs beside me, lifting his head up from the pillow. “What’d you say, baby?”

  “Go back to sleep, Artie,” I say.

  But it’s too late. He sees my bare tits and he can’t resist reaching a big paw over and giving me a hard squeeze. This produces a strange sensation like pressure and then relief as milk sprays out of my breast.

  “Oh, baby, you got your milk,” croaks Mr. Schmecklinger with obvious glee. “You know I been waiting for this moment.”

  “No, I just woke up, I don’t want to—“

  But he’s all over me, pawing at both of my breasts and squeezing them to produce double sprays of milk that get all over my tits and in my face. He latches to my right breast like a hungry baby, moaning and sucking at me. The sensation of him drinking milk from my breast is strange and also thrilling. I feel it tickling in my core each time he slurps at my fat nipple and produces another gush of my warm cream.

  “Ohhhhh, Mr. Schmecklinger, please,” I cry, squirming beneath him.

  “So warm and sweet,” he moans around a mouthful. “Mmmmm. Taste it.”

  He kisses me with a mouthful of milk, thrusting his tongue past my lips and forcing me to taste my own sweet cream. I try to push him away for a moment, but then I feel his fat hand between my legs, playing with my slick cunt, and I realize I’m already aching for it.

  I give in to my lust, kissing him back and sharing that sweet flavor. He moves to my other breast, sucking it even harder and letting my milk fill his mouth before returning to kiss me and share the taste. This time, there is so much that I have to gulp it down. As I am swallowing my own milk, he is pumping his fingers into my pussy. It’s a filthy sensation, because we fucked twice the night before, but it doesn’t matter how dirty I am. Mr. Schmecklinger is horny and he is going to get what he wants.

  It’s part of my deal with him. He’s giving me a place to stay and has promised to help with the bills for my baby and I have to give it up to him pretty much whenever he wants. It’s not so bad. He’s gross, but he’s good at making me cum, and he’s not jealous of me being with other boys. Plus, I feel like I kind of owe it to him since I turned Isaac into Melissa, his nerdy daughter.

  “Mmmmmmm,” he moans against my fat breast, milk leaking down the sides as he sucks and sucks. His fat fingers continue to pump in and out of my slick cunt, rubbing just enough against my clit that it is making me want more. I squirm on the bed against him, pinned by his weight draped over me.

  “Are you going to suck on my tits all morning or are you going to fuck me?” I gasp, fumbling for his cock in his boxer shorts.

  He lifts his face from my chest, milk dribbling down his chin as he laughs, “Morning delight? You got it, baby.”

  He climbs atop me, pushing apart my growing thighs and aiming his swollen red cock at the hot folds of my teenage pussy. Artie Schmecklinger is not a handsome man by any definition, but it doesn’t matter to me a bit as that hot cock slides into my pussy. I’m addicted to cock and Mr. Schmecklinger is happy to give it to me.

  “Ohhhhh, baby, you’re so wet,” he groans, hilting his cock inside my tight channel.

  “It’s the pregnancy,” I gasp. “I need it all the time.”

  “Oh, don’t blame the pregnancy,” he laughs, holding my legs upright against him as he pounds as deep as he can into my pussy. “You’ve been a cock-hungry little slut ever since that mad scientist turned you into my beautiful girl.”

  “Not yours just because I spend the night sometimes, Artie,” I gasp, my big, milky tits swaying as he fucks me faster.

  “I think you belong to me right this minute,” he gloats and reaches down to squeeze my tits, producing sprays of warm milk that spatter my face.

  “Ahhhhh! Stop it!” I cry, wincing away from it.

  “No!” He laughs, fucking me harder. “Open up and stick out your tongue!”

  “Noooo!” I laugh as he squeezes again and spatters my face with more of my milk. But my playful reluctance is forgotten as his thrusting cock spears undeniable pleasure into my core. I cry out and as I do, I open my mouth wide and stick out my tongue.

  As my climax shudders through me and my pussy clamps rhythmically on Artie’s cock, he squeezes my tits. Warm spray
s of milk splash sweetly across my tongue and drip down my throat. He squeezes again and again and bellows with his pleasure. I feel his cock throbbing deep inside me as he fires his hot load into my clutching cunt.

  “Oh, baby, keep cumming for me,” he moans and my inner walls ripple around his cock, drawing out more and more of his pumping seed. It’s why I like fucking Artie so much. We’re somehow almost always able to cum together and it makes for intense, if messy, orgasms.

  Sweaty and sated, Artie finally rolls off of me. I head to the bathroom to clean up and take a shower. Fully dressed and still feeling a little full of cum, I head out of the bedroom and bump into Artie’s daughter, Melissa. She used to be Isaac, but like me, she has found more pleasure in being a girl. She has Isaac’s freckles and his skinny body, but with a nice perky pair of tits and a firm little butt she like to show off with pleated skirts.

  “Oh, hey there,” she says. “Didn’t know you were visiting my dad.”

  “Spent the night,” I say and wink at her. “You still going out with Alex tonight?”

  “Yeah,” she giggles. Melissa has somehow landed Alex Kuntzmann since Doc turned Alex back into a guy. I guess he just wasn’t interested in dating Pepper anymore after her transformation. It turned out to be a little different than most people affected by Doc’s gender bending compound. “Did you want to double date? You could bring Doc!”

  “He doesn’t want to date me,” I laugh. “He just wants to bang me at every opportunity.”

  “Well, you let him, so I figured you were dating.”

  “Nope,” I say as I head downstairs, “I’m back together with Pepper. Actually I have a double date. Me and Pepper and Wyatt.”

  “I’ll never understand what you see in that oaf,” calls Melissa.