A Gender Swap Mega Bundle 6 Page 5
“Yeesh. Someone make the world stop … moving so fast.”
Tony bent over, panting. The short walk had only taken a few minutes, but his lungs burned. On top of that, the stench of his own breath was fierce, almost making him gag. He stood up straight again and reached for the knob, turning it.
Closing his eyes briefly as the warm water rushed toward his face, Tony happened to catch a glimpse of something red hanging on the stall wall. He looked with both eyes and immediately saw what it was—a red two-piece bikini. Fearing he had accidentally stumbled into an occupied stall, Tony spun around, eyes searching. There was no one else.
“Huh,” he snorted. “Girls don’t just leave their bikinis behind. I bet she’s close.”
The warm spray was refreshing. Bill always went on about how good showers felt. He took one everyday. Tony usually couldn’t stand it. It took too much effort to get himself into the bathroom and jump into the shower. Once a week was enough. He didn’t think he smelled that bad—especially with a generous amount of deodorant. Besides, guys weren’t supposed to smell good. And Tony had read something on the internet about the natural body odor attracting mates. Shampoos and body washes covered that up.
Tony turned under the water, letting the drops splash against his back and shoulders. It was quite warm now, just the right temperature. He sighed, thinking of the beach and all the hot ladies. Zane and him had usually wrangled one up by now, but today just wasn’t working out. But there was still sunlight left. Maybe it wouldn’t be a total waste.
Feeling a tingle zap through his body, he glanced down. His gut was looking smaller than he remembered. That was a good thing! Getting his butt off the sofa and out to the beach was paying off. It wasn’t much exercise, but it was something. He felt it with his hands, running his palms over the wet skin. It was quite smooth under the water, and his sides looked a hell of a lot slimmer. In fact, that extra fat around his midsection was almost nonexistent now.
Tony grinned. “Damn. I think I found a new diet. The beer diet.”
Except, there was one place that hadn’t shrunk—his chest. Tony was used to looking down and seeing pudgy man-boobs, but these were on another level. They appeared bigger than he remembered, jutting out into two round orbs of flesh. Man-boobs weren’t shaped like that.
Okay, he thought, maybe the beer diet doesn’t work. It just takes the fat off the stomach and gives me tits.
Remarkably, each one was rather sensitive. Tony cupped them both in his wet palms, simultaneously embarrassed by their size and weight, and yet astonished by how perceptive the nipples were. They were definitely fatter than before. He brought his thumbs across each one, flicking them slightly. A pair of tingles shot straight to his crotch. At the same time, the two pink knots swelled as he watched, tightening and hardening. He had seen plenty of nipples like the ones he now possessed—just not on men.
Tony shuddered. “It’s just the water. That’s all.”
There were other changes. Tony gazed at his fingers, turning them under the water. They were so slender and delicate-looking. They didn’t even look like they belonged to him. Down below, it was a similar story. Tony felt like an alien in his own body as he looked to his legs. They were both hairless, still thick around the thighs, but noticeably daintier below the knee. His feet and toes were downright tiny, like some adolescent’s.
And now his man-boobs were bigger than before, each large enough to fill a hand. Tony grabbed them again, not believing what his eyes were seeing. They were round and full like a woman’s, heavy and soft. He sunk his fingers into them, squeezing hard. The once-little nipples were engorged and thick now, each big enough to get his fingers around. He pinched them both, not even thinking about what he was doing. The pleasure was immediate, and almost as intense as stroking his member.
He backed out of the spray, hitting the stall wall. His breath was gone again.
“Holy shit. This can’t be.”
Yet, Tony didn’t hate what he saw. Having a pair of sizable tits on his chest was unusual for a man like him, sure, but they felt rather nice. And besides, his waist was now smaller than he could ever remember! Tony couldn’t believe how tiny it was. Not only was it flat, but it curved inward like a woman’s, flaring out into his hips. His smooth little belly was so strange, but he immediately preferred it over his former beer gut. He felt ten years younger without that extra weight.
Suddenly, his scalp itched. Tony reached up through the spray, threading his fingers between the strands. His hair was long now, sweeping around his neck and touching him in the cheek. It appeared blonde under the sunlight. It shouldn’t have been blonde—Tony had been dark-haired all his life. The only blonde in his family was his grandmother on his mother’s side.
He tried to make sense of it. It was something in the shower, or maybe he had been drugged. That was always a problem in public places, right? One of his drinks had been spiked with something. Bill or Zane wouldn’t, but maybe someone else did while he was asleep. His body was reacting to it, that’s all. There was some swelling here and there, and his hair color was a little different. It was nothing to get upset over.
Tony closed his eyes. There was Bill in his lounge chair. He was a good-lookin’ man, rugged yet handsome, especially without a shirt on. Tony didn’t know why he thought that. Yet, he couldn’t think of anything else. The image remained, burned into the back of his eyelids. The longer it stayed, the longer he wanted it to.
Swinging his chin under the hot spray, Tony grabbed his tits again. That’s what they were. Those slick mounds of flesh looked nothing like man-boobs, and they certainly didn’t feel that way. His slender fingers dug into the flesh. He was astonished by how soft they were, how the skin yielded to his touch. They were so big now, those wonderful mounds spreading his fingers apart.
A moan rushed from his throat before he could close his lips. His voice was high, feminine. Tony liked how it sounded in his ears. He reproduced the same sound, grinning as it echoed from one wall to the other. It was definitely a woman’s voice.
The image in his head shifted. Suddenly, Bill was pulling his cock out. Tony watched. He couldn’t stop it. He had no idea how big his friend’s dick was, so he imagined it, painting the phallic shape a nice, tan color with his mental brush, six inches long and thick enough to make his eyes turn into saucers.
Tony pushed his hand lower, the heat building in his loins. He didn’t feel his manhood anymore, though the swim trunks kept everything hidden. Still, he wasted no time, sending the eager fingers under the elastic waistband and down between his legs. The resulting shock wasn’t from discovering a little mound down there, but from how wet it was.
“Mmmm, fuck,” he breathed, hooking a finger inside the tight little slit, pumping it slowly.
It was all so new to him, yet Tony wasn’t afraid. There wasn’t anything wrong with his body as it was now. In fact, he approved of all the changes. He loved how it felt to have a finger inside his wet womanhood, sliding in and out. The other hand was on his breast. The combined pleasure from both was almost more than he could bear.
“Yeah, that’s it, right there.”
Tony bit his bottom lip hard, pinching a fat nipple, rolling it between his fingers. It was as thick as a thumb now, and every millimeter was sensitive as hell. He couldn’t stop tweaking it, and nor could he resist fucking himself.
He backed against the wall, wet hair falling in his eyes. The sun was so bright, burning hot far above him, its pleasant rays blasting his skin. His knees trembled before giving out, and he landed on his ass, not missing a beat. The swim trunks were off–kilter, hanging on one hip and exposing another. Tony didn’t care. The fingers at his crotch moved frantically, two of them penetrating his new hole. Sparks shot throughout his body.
“Oh! Oh!”
With the vibrations increasing in intensity, Tony moaned the loudest yet, rolling his head back and turning his lips upward. He tugged his nipples hard, twisting the already-sensitive flesh until it was
pink and raw. Down below, he articulated his wrist, slamming the two digits hard into his sopping cunt. The rough impacts of his palm on his clit sent him over the edge. He squealed as each of his toes curled abruptly.
His mind was clear.
Gasping for breath, Tony swiped the wet blonde hair from his eyes. It was long now, reaching the ends of his breasts. The rich golden color almost appeared to glimmer under the afternoon sun.
Returning to his friends wasn’t going to happen with a pair of swim trunks. Tony was a full woman now, and it wasn’t a topless beach.
But, there was something he could wear. Smirking, Tony saw the red bikini hanging on the wall—a top and bottoms. He wasn’t an expert on sizes, but it looked about right. Still, there would be a lot of skin left uncovered.
He was okay with that.
Bill tapped his fingers impatiently. The chair to his right was still empty. Where the hell was Zane? And Tony hadn’t returned. He looked up and down the shore, but saw neither one of them. They weren’t at the bars either—Tony’s favorite coastal attraction.
“Jeanee, you know where Zane went?”
She turned her head toward him. “Is that a wish?”
Bill nodded. “Yeah, sure. I wish to know where Zane went.”
She crossed her arms and nodded. “It is done.”
Instantly, Bill saw. The images in his mind were horrific, flashes of mutilating flesh, bone and skin turning into orange spandex. There was a naked girl too, and Zane was right there, being squished against her body. He saw his head flattening like a balloon, the eyes and nose and mouth all fading, leaving only orange fabric. In moments, he was a one-piece swimsuit, and the girl wearing him disappeared from the scene, fading into the light.
Bill rubbed his temples. “What the fuck? Jeanee, undo that! I wish you would turn him back to normal.”
“This one can’t do that. Such a wish can only be reversed by the one who wished it.”
Bill jumped to his feet. “Bullshit. Since when is that a rule? And he can’t even talk! Didn’t you see what happened to him? It was horrible!”
“It’s all a matter of perspective.”
“What the hell does that mean?” Bill was starting to get furious. This wish business had taken a dark turn.
Jeanee flashed to her feet in a brief swirl of teal smoke. She hadn’t even moved a limb to do so; one moment, she was lying back on the lounge chair, and then she was standing the next. It happened in the blink of an eye.
“You may think your friend has suffered a terrible fate, but his mind is unharmed. He enjoys it, actually. He’ll always be close to that girl, always hugging her body. It’s the warmth and the texture of her skin that gets him off. He’s very happy.”
“I know my friend, and he doesn’t—”
“Doesn’t what? Bill, everyone is different. This one has seen that everywhere she’s gone. You can’t predict what makes someone happy.” She pointed to the south, further down the coast. “The girl who wears your friend was a boy just an hour ago. He didn’t wish to be a girl, but he loves it. And down there was a girl who had a secret desire for one of her friends. Another girl. They’re very happy as they are now, happier than they ever would’ve been if this one didn’t intervene.”
Bill sat down again. “You twisted things. They aren’t the same people. Zane would never wish to be … clothing.”
Jeanee shrugged. “Before experiencing it, maybe not. Now he doesn’t want to go back. See for yourself.”
“See what?”
Bill didn’t recognize her, not at first. She was more gorgeous than any woman he had ever laid his eyes on, a model stripped from the pages of a lingerie magazine. Blonde locks of hair bounced against her soft cheeks, while her hips had a sway to them that attracted his gaze and kept it locked. The red bikini did little to hide her curves, and Bill drank it all in—her shapely legs, tiny waist, and those heavenly tits bouncing with each step. Everything about her was perfect.
“Bill?” she said, stepping between him and the sun. “I’m sorry I was gone. I had an epiphany.”
Her voice alone made his cock stiffen, even after he realized who it really was.
“Tony? What … how are you … you’re … holy shit.”
The girl smiled. “Amazing, huh? I’ve been a total slob, and I cleaned myself up. I was a huge piece of trash before, and I’m sorry you had to put up with me.”
Bill couldn’t stop staring. “Yeah, that’s … sure, whatever.”
She fell to her knees, scooting closer. “Let me make it up to you!”
Before he could say anything, the girl was undoing his swim trunks. He was too nervous to stop her. The tent in the front was completely obvious, and she glanced at it more than once. It didn’t bother her one bit.
With the elastic knot undone, she reached inside and grasped it. Bill felt it swelling some more. He was paralyzed by this beautiful creature, afraid to move a single muscle. He couldn’t believe it was Tony. There were fragments he recognized, like the mole just below her lips, the little kink in her nose, and the color of her eyes. Together, they were only hints to her former identity. No one else would’ve seen them.
She pulled his cock out, not wasting any time in stroking it. Her hands moved swiftly, one clenching the base and the other pulling on the shaft, twisting around the taut foreskin. More blood rushed to it right away, and Bill had to stifle his voice as it became fully erect.
Her smile couldn’t have been any wider. “Feels good, doesn’t it? I think I’m pretty good at this.”
Bill tensed up. “Yeah, it’s nice. Really nice.”
“I never thought I’d be giving you a handjob, but—”
“Please, don’t … just don’t say anything.”
Truthfully, she was quite the expert. Bill watched, equally entranced and dumbfounded. He knew it was wrong, yet he wouldn’t move a single part of his body. He let it happen. Tony wanted it to happen, he saw. And again, he couldn’t discern whether this stunning woman was truly his friend or not. He was somewhere inside, beneath the smooth skin and endless curves. But, was it really Tony? Bill never knew of his friend wanting to be a girl. It didn’t seem right.
Regardless, her talent was unquestionable. She made sure he was fully hard before spitting on it, and then resuming the handjob. Now, her hands were quicker than before, turning around the shaft endlessly, tugging and pulling. The head of it was as big as Bill had ever seen, almost purplish. Each time she stroked the glans, a random part of his body trembled.
Then, she used her lips.
“Tony, don’t … oh shit.”
She bounced up and down on his cock, causing her large tits to jiggle inside the red bikini top. Their fluid-like motion was mesmerizing—they were definitely all natural.
But her lips were something else. Bill had never met a woman so eager to blow him. Tony wasn’t really a woman, but it was easier to think of him that way. For sanity’s sake. She swallowed three or four inches each time, sliding her lips down the firm shaft and pulling back, leaving copious amounts of drool behind. The inside of her mouth was pure bliss. Her tongue worked nonstop, teasing the head. At the same time, she pinched her cheeks against it, pulling the air from her mouth. There were a hundred sensations at once, all bringing him closer to the edge.
Then, she went all the way down, pushing the cock into the entrance of her throat. Saliva ran from her lips as she touched the base with her mouth. Seconds later, she pulled back, gasping for breath and tugging on it generously.
“You want to explode all over my big tits, Bill? I always liked that,” she said. “Here. Let me make it feel good for you.”
Tony the girl pulled back her bikini top, revealing her breasts. There was no time for ogling, though. She placed each one around Bill’s cock and squeezed them together, pinning his manhood in the middle of her abundant cleavage. After, she hopped up and down, sliding her tits along the slick shaft and head. The valley of tit-flesh massaged his male member completely.
She scooped some up with her finger and swallowed.
“Mmm, I do love a good batch of tasty frosting!”
Bill closed his eyes. Only Tony would use that word.
Jeanee stood at the water’s edge, watching as the waves rolled in, each closer to her feet. It really was a beautiful day to be out in the sun, and her bikini was perfect for the weather. She liked the changes Bill had made to it. It was definitely more revealing than what she was used to, but it showed off her body well. And the added attention was nice.
Behind her, she heard a woman scolding a toddler about acting inappropriately. The child wasn’t even out of diapers yet. He angrily tugged at her arm, crying to be let go.
“Oh, I wish you were back in the womb! I can’t deal with you,” the mother said.
Jeanee felt the urge. She crossed her arms, nodded, and said, “It is done.” She had no choice. When a wish was heard, she had to fulfill it—unless it harmed someone or undid someone else’s wish.
But the upset mother wouldn’t be hurt by her son’s regression back into her body. Motherhood was a beautiful thing, and she’d get to experience it a second time. It all happened instantly. She waddled away, cradling her heavy midsection, pausing a few steps later to catch her breath. The crying toddler was gone.
Jeanee smiled.
Human minds were complex mazes full of truths riddled with fabrications, endless social expectations, and all-out lies that clouded their judgment. Few knew what they really wanted, even when directly asked. The results didn’t always conform exactly to their desires. Yet, those same human minds weren’t written in ink. They were constantly in conflict, being pulled one way or the other, searching for that elusive balance. All they needed was a little push, a nudge toward happiness. Maybe it wasn’t what they expected, but they were all satisfied in the end, one way or another.