by John Dylena
She moved faster and faster, taking in more and more of the monster until her nose pressed against his pelvis. The man grunted and moaned as she expertly blew him, her tongue rubbing the underside of his cock as her right hand cradled his balls.
“Oh god, I’m going to cum!”
His hips jerked and the blonde pulled off, her lips coming free with a pop as streams of white-hot cum splashed her face. Her mouth hung open, her tongue loose as she tried to catch as much of the cum as she could.
When the man was done, she went back down on him, sucking him clean.
“Holy crap. That was amazing,” the man breathed. “What did you say your name was?”
The blonde pulled off the flaccid dick and licked her lips. “I told you already, silly,” she giggled. “My name is Tammy.”
Tom sat up on the bed, his eyes wide open and darting all about the bedroom. His room was dark, lit only by the ambient light that crept in from the window. His hands examined his body, and relief came in the form of a flat chest, short hair, and a stain on the sheets left by the manhood between his legs.
He fell back onto the pillows and stared up at the ceiling. rubbing his face. It was the fourth time this week he’d had this dream, and he’d lost count of how many times his mind had wandered to that place since he returned from Las Vegas a month ago.
“What the fuck is happening to me?” he said, covering his eyes. “I don’t think I can take this anymore.”
He rolled onto his side and curled up, fighting to remove all recollection of the vivid dream from his mind. Every dream involved the same man, and it cycled between various scenarios.
In his dreams, Tom had once again become Tammy, dressed in a tied-off blouse, pink microskirt, white stockings, and matching pink platform pumps. He was either blowing a guy in a bathroom stall, getting fucked by the same man in a hotel bedroom, or making out with him at a crowded bar.
The mystery man had short dark hair, a sculpted body, and a massive cock to match. He had the perfect form, one that would make any straight or bisexual woman weak in the knees and lesbians question their sexuality.
His hands were big and strong, but his movements were gentle. He was kind and thoughtful, yet confident and ambitious. But above all else, he was the most gorgeous man alive.
These dreams had gotten more and more frequent as the days passed, so much so that it had spread into his everyday life. Last week when he was with Katie at the mall, he found himself looking at the dresses and the shoes, not thinking about how good they would look on his girlfriend, but how good they would look on him.
Two days ago, after stumbling onto an online sex shop, Tom had to turn off his computer to stop himself from buying a dildo. He refused to tell Katie about it, labeling his emotional distance as stress from work or feeling sick.
But he could only lie to her for so long. Tom hoped that he was just going through withdrawals from the Bimbozol they’d taken together and that it would all be over and out of his system soon, but each day proved to be more difficult than the last.
It was only a matter of time before he succumbed.
“Hey, Tom, sorry about this, but I’ll be out of town tomorrow night for a business trip. I know we had dinner plans, but this just came up and I have to go.”
Tom sat down on his bed and looked out the window at the cityscape. “That’s fine. I understand. Work is work.”
“I’m really sorry. I’ll definitely make it up to you, though. I’ll be back Saturday morning.”
“Do you need me to stop by your apartment at all?”
“Umm… no, you don’t need to, but I know how you like to watch movies on my TV.”
Tom laughed. “Well, it is a hundred times bigger than mine. Plus you got surround sound!”
“That’s true. Well, I gotta go. Love you!”
“Love you too,” Tom replied.
Click. Tom tossed his phone onto the bed next to him and fell back onto the sheets.
He didn’t even bother going home after work that day. Instead, he drove straight to his girlfriend’s apartment, sat down on her large couch, and stared at the blank television screen.
After zoning out for several minutes, he got up and browsed through her DVD collection. Despite reading off the title of every one he found, Tom’s mind was elsewhere, ignoring the many great movies he could choose from. He had just gotten to the Hs when he closed the cabinet and headed for her bathroom.
It wasn’t in the medicine cabinet, nor was it in any of the drawers in her bathroom. It wasn’t in her vanity and it wasn’t in the nightstand by her bed. The fact that he couldn’t find it worried him, and thoughts of her using the drug while out on her business trip filled his mind.
He imagined her sleeping with her coworkers, role-playing as the ditzy secretary for the handsome corporate big shot, wrapping her lips around his cock then letting him fuck her silly.
But the visions vanished in an instant when he opened the drawer in the table by the doorway. The pink pill vial rolled into view, and Tom picked it up with nervous hands.
The pills inside shook as he held it and his mouth went dry as he stared at the little Bs etched onto their surfaces. His eyes remained on the vial as he walked back to the couch and sat down on the plush cushions.
Seconds felt like minutes, and minutes felt like hours as he stared at the pink vial. He sighed heavily and removed the white lid.
“Hey, Tom, you here?” Katie said, opening the door to her apartment. “We finished sooner than planned, so I was able to come home early.” She set her purse down on the table beside the door and listened carefully.
His keys and phone were on the coffee table, but he wasn’t on the couch.
“Tom? Are you in here?” she said, opening the door to her bedroom. Standing in the doorway, she spotted Tom’s clothes spread across her bed, as well as various pieces of lingerie, a dress, and a purse. Hearing a girl’s voice coming from her bedroom, Katie threw open the door, expecting to see her boyfriend cheating on her.
She was wrong.
“What the fuck?!” she shouted.
“Oh, hey Katie,” Tom said, looking away from the vanity mirror. He turned his attention back toward his reflection and puckered his lips, inspecting the coat of pink lipstick he had just applied to them.
She was speechless as she watched him inspect his appearance. Tom poofed up his long blonde hair and pulled the hem of his dress up slightly. Katie’s jaw hung loose when she noticed the outfit he was wearing.
Tom giggled as he lifted up his breasts, letting them fall and bounce in the pink minidress. In addition to the body-hugging garment, he wore a white fishnet shrug and scalloped stockings, pink platform pumps, a rhinestone choker, and large hoop earrings. On his wrists were gold bracelets, and around his ankle was a thin anklet with the word “SLUT” embellished in rhinestones.
“Tom… what are you doing?”
“I was like, going to go out. I thought you weren’t like, coming back until tomorrow?” He didn’t even look at her. His eyes were on his own reflection as he touched up his makeup.
Katie shook her head, anger, sadness, and confusion whirling about inside her. “I… I got home early. The meeting… Tom, why?”
“Why? Because it’s like, fun!” he said, finally looking at her. “You want to come with me? It’ll be like Vegas.”
“No, Tom—”
“Tammy,” he said, crossing his arms.
“What?”
He pouted. “My name is Tammy.”
“You were going to go out? Without telling me? Tom, are you cheating on me?”
Tom rolled his eyes as he stormed past her, pushing her out of the way.
“My name is Tammy! And like, Tom is your boyfriend, not me. I can do what I want.”
“No, you are Tom and you are my boyfriend!” Katie shouted, grabbing onto Tom’s wrist.
“Ugh, let go of me!” Tom protested, pulling his arm away from Katie. “Look, I’m totally not your boyfriend. See?
”
Katie’s eyes widened as Tom lifted up the front of his dress. Underneath was a white g-string, and through the thin fabric, Katie could see the lips of a pussy.
“Is that…?”
“Yes, it’s like, a real pussy. I’m like, not your boyfriend anymore.”
Katie cast aside the fact that the pill had given him a real pussy. “Damn it, Tom, if you go through that door, you will no longer be my boyfriend for real. I… I’ll break up with you!”
Tom rolled his eyes as he picked the small purse up off of the bed and flung the thin strap onto his shoulder.
“Geez, Katie, how many times do I have to like, tell you? I’m not your boyfriend. I’m Tammy! If Krissi wants to join me, I’ll like, be bar-hopping downtown. Toodles!”
Katie watched in stunned silence as Tom walked out the front door. She flinched as the door slammed shut, tears rolling down her cheeks as she watched the man she loved walk away from her.
She laid down on the couch, curled up into a ball, and began crying her eyes out. In front of her was the pink pill vial with one dose missing. Through the tears blurring her vision, she read the label:
For immediate assistance, please call our number.
Wiping the tears from her eyes, she picked up the phone.
“Hello? How can we be of assistance?”
“Hi… do you have like, a cure for your drug? Something that cancels it out?” Katie spoke softly into the phone, her voice hoarse from crying.
“Yes, we do have an antidote. It’s not available in stores and is only available in case of an emergency,” the woman on the other end said. “If this is this a different kind of emergency, please hang up and call 911.”
“This is the former,” Katie said, sitting up.
“Please describe your situation, miss.” Katie took a deep breath, hesitating. “Miss, are you still there?”
“Yes, sorry. It’s my boyfriend. He… took the pill and now he’s on his way to some bar.”
There was a momentary silence on the other end. “Miss, please hold while I transfer you.”
Katie did as she was told, her hands quivering with each passing second. She knew that the more time passed, the more likely it was that Tom was already grinding up on someone else.
“Hello? Miss, are you still there?” The woman’s voice was replaced by a man’s.
“Yes, I’m still here.”
“You said your boyfriend took the pill, correct?”
“Yes.”
“Is this the first time he’s taken it?”
“No. It’s the third. The first time was four months ago, the second time was one month ago.”
“I see. I hate to ask this, but what effects has the drug had on him?”
Katie sighed heavily as she stood up from of the couch and paced about the living room.
“The first time, the drug turned him into a woman, but his dick and balls remained unaffected.”
“I see,” the man said. Katie could hear the sounds of hurried writing. “And were there any lingering effects?”
“No, his body returned to normal the following morning.”
“What about the second time?”
“The same. Only…”
“Only what? Miss, I need every bit of information you have.”
“I think his dick was smaller.”
“Interesting.” More hurried writing, plus the sounds of hushed conversations. “And? What about this time?”
Katie covered her face, trying not to cry as she talked to the man. “He had a real vagina.”
“You don’t say?”
“Look, can you please not sound so happy? I’ve been crying for the past hour trying to figure out how I can save my relationship.”
“Ma’am, I have good news and bad news for you. The bad news is that since the pill was not designed for men, it may have lingering effects on them. We believed it would be mostly limited to feminine thoughts and desires, like clothing and fashion. Mind you, this is all just theory. However, the good news is that the counter pill will work on your boyfriend.”
“I’m sensing a ‘but’ here,” Katie said, returning to her pacing.
“We’d like to make you an offer. Your boyfriend is the first we’ve heard of a man taking our drug, and because of it, the chemical formula will be changed so that a man could take it and not have any lingering effects.”
“Okay? But what’s the offer?”
“Well, you are fortunate enough that you live within driving distance of our production facility. As head of development, I’d like to monetarily compensate you for your troubles, as well as make you an offer to test out a new pill of ours, as it’s perfect for your situation.”
Katie stopped her pacing. “Go on.”
“Ugh. Like, why won’t any of these guys have sex with me?” Tom whined, pouting in one of the booths. He surveyed the bar once more, looking for any newcomers.
The bar counter was packed, every man accounted for. Despite his attraction to his girlfriend, Tom couldn’t find any of the women at the bar attractive. Mostly it was because they lacked that which he craved most.
A nice, thick cock.
He licked his lips as he sipped his appletini, the taste of sperm still lingering on his tongue from the guy he blew ten minutes ago. It was his third blowjob of the night, and this was the third bar he’d visited. None of the men whose cocks he eagerly sucked wanted to have sex with him, and he had no idea why.
“I mean, look at me! I’m like, totally hot! Who wouldn’t want to have sex with me?!” Tom sulked as he took a long sip of the mixed drink.
Looking out over the rim of the glass, he spotted him.
Tom slowly put the glass down as he stared at the hunk of a man across the room. His beach-blonde hair was pulled tight into a ponytail and his muscle shirt barely contained his bodybuilder frame.
Tom felt a chill go up his spine as he glared hungrily at the man moving confidently through the crowd. Jealousy and anger filled him as he watched the man wink and flirt with other women.
Then their gazes locked, and Tom took the opportunity to reel him in. He sat up and leaned forward onto the table, showing off his massive rack and round bottom. Tom winked at the man as he took a sip of his drink, his other hand pulling up the hem of his dress as he slid his leg out from under the table.
Gotcha.
The man ignored the attention of the other women as he walked straight toward Tom’s booth, smiling as he approached the table.
“Hey babe, I saw you across the bar and thought you’re the most beautiful piece of ass I’ve ever seen.”
Tom giggled at the compliment. “Well, you are like, totally a work of art yourself. I just want to eat you up.”
“Well then,” the man said, leaning onto the table, flashing a grin and showing off his pearly whites. “How about you and I get out of here? I know a place where we can get some privacy. It isn’t far.”
Not only had he successfully hooked the guy, but Tom was falling head over heels for this blonde hulk. He wanted to touch the man’s muscular body and feel his manly arms all over his curves. Not only that, but a man this ripped must have a cock like no other.
Tom moaned quietly as he squeezed his legs together. He had become a hot mess, his lust seeping out into his thong.
“Yes, let’s get out of here,” Tom said, trying to hide his enthusiasm. He slid out of the booth, making sure his hem rode high, and sauntered out of the bar, swaying his hips and showing off his perfect curves. He could feel the weight of the man’s lustful stare as they left the bar, and it only made him hotter.
Out in the open, the man wrapped his arm around Tom and led him away from the bars toward one of the hotels.
The man paid cash and Tom clenched his purse as he walked beside the statuesque man toward their room. He kept shooting glances at the man and giggling as he imagined all the things this hunk would do to him.
Two steps into the bedroom and they were already going at it.
Tom squealed with delight at how strong his date was and couldn’t wait to get down to business. He moved his hands down the man’s firm body, taking in his hard pecs and chiseled abs.
“You have like, the perfect body,” Tom giggled, his fingers tracing the man’s six-pack.
The man laughed, which sounded more like a grunt. “Yeah, I know. I work out like, everyday. Gotta get ripped for the hot babes.” He pulled off his shirt and flexed. Seeing the man’s muscles bulge pushed Tom over the edge. He bit onto the tip of his thumb as he moaned loudly. “No woman can resist my bod.”
Tom said nothing as he fell down onto his knees before the man, his fingers frantically trying to remove his jeans. The man laughed at Tom’s desperation and slapped the bimbo’s hands away. The jeans fell to the floor and the man kicked them off.
The boxers came next, and Tom’s sparking blue eyes lit up at the size of the cock between the man’s legs. It was massive. Eight, maybe nine inches long—bigger than the three men he blew earlier in the night and bigger than Jared.
Tom had to have it.
He licked his puffy pink lips as he scooted forward toward the godly man in front of him and placed his hands on his massive thighs, wrapping his lips around the humongous head.
Tom moaned around the girthsome shaft filling his mouth. Everything felt right. All the stars had aligned and it was as if he was realizing his destiny: to be a smoking hot, cock-sucking blonde bimbo pleasuring the sculpted man in front of him.
It was overpowering, and it flooded his mind and body with euphoric lust. How could he ever go back to being a man after a night like this? The fact that Katie had broken up with him saved him the trouble of having to break up with her. This was his life now. Tom wanted nothing more than to stay by this man’s side and be his giggling bimbo housewife.
“Oh yeah, that’s good. Keep sucking, slut,” the man grunted. He put his hand on the back of Tom’s head, pulling him in closer.
Tom bobbed up and down, his tongue working the underside of the man’s meaty cock. He had to make this the best blowjob he had ever given if he wanted to keep this man for himself.