Losing To Cock

I can't believe this is where my life has led me, sucking the cock of the man I hate next to the woman I love. For some context, before about 2 months ago my fiance and I had everything figured out. We were happy, or so I thought. As it turns out however my wife to be had been fucking my old college bully who recently moved into town pretty much since he got here. I had no clue, I had trusted her completely, and to be fair my faith was not misplaced, she wasn't in control of herself just as I am not while I wrap my lips around his delicious shaft. You see, my old bully had something that trumped any loyalty she had towards me. He had a magic cock, and I don't mean that figuratively. Y'know what lets go back to the day I found out

The first thing I saw when entering our home was enough to destroy me, the woman I had intended to spend the rest of my life with was sucking off my most hated person in the world, she wasn't just sucking him off though, she was making love to his cock with her mouth in a way I had never even imagined her capable of. We had a pretty healthy sex life but She had never given me head as enthusiastically as she was giving him in that moment. While frozen in shock my tormenter spoke.

"Oh look who it is Samantha! It's my new plaything! I'm glad you finally caught us in the act. It was getting a little frustrating how oblivious you were."

When I finally broke out of my stupor all I could manage was "WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

"Well you see, I'm finally fulfilling your destiny. Today I'm going to take what little manhood you have and make you into my little slut."

Try as I might I couldn't do or say anything in response, his cock had already seared itself into my psyche, my fate was already sealed.  

"Good, I can already see it in your eyes, the desire, no, the need, Sam would you be a dear and step aside? I think it's time I have a long overdue reunion with my old friend."

I could hear the sounds of disapproval coming from Sam as she did as she was told and pulled off his massive cock finally revealing it's full glory to me. I didn't even notice myself changing as I approached him transfixed by the one thing I truly needed in life. By the time I was to him my transformation was all but complete, I had gone from a fairly average looking man and turned into a gorgeous blonde with once again, only one thing on her mind.

Just as soon as his cock passed the threshold into my mouth I was enthralled. I no longer had a thought in my head other than pleasuring him. 

"Now that you're a more captive audience lets get down to brass tax. As you can clearly tell, I have a magic cock, you'll find that it's quite irresistible, I've been using it to sleep with the one that got away, Sam, for months now and you can finally join her as my loyal slut."

Samantha then chimed in. "I'm so sorry Alex but it's true, it all started when you were at work one day and John stopped by to catch up, well, one thing led to another and he whipped out his dick. From then on you were not the love of my life anymore, his cock was, in truth, it's been agonizing choking down your pathetic little member for months when I knew that I could just walk down the street and get a real fucking from a real man."

I couldn't even respond to her words despite them cutting me to my core. I couldn't blame her though, everything she said made perfect sense to me now that my perspective had been changed. I still loved her and I'm sure she still loved me but that love fell short of his cock for the both of us now.

"Well, that was harsh, but, I don't think that I could've explained it better. Now lets get to business."

He went on to explain some terms. Firstly he said that I could walk away at any time, if I did I'd turn back into my male self after about a week and be able to go on with my life, well, minus Samantha, he claimed that it was far too late for me to do anything about getting her back. Behind door number two was a ticket into a new sex filled life with Sam as John's personal cum sluts. All I had to do to choose option two was ask him to fuck me, the magic would then solidify and be stuck like this for the rest of my life.

"Now that you know the terms finish me off and make your choice."

That was two months ago, and here I still am. I've tried to leave on so many occasions but each and every time I come crawling back drooling at the thought of tasting his cock once more, just one more time surely, but without fail I end up back here, doing anything I can to quell the ravenous hunger perpetually growing in my pussy. I've given John countless blowjobs and watched him fuck the former love of my life even more. 

Two months, four days, and five hours after that fateful day that I was changed I gave in. The emptiness emanating from my pussy was too much I had tried everything fingers, dildos, vibrators, nothing could fill the cock shaped void in me, at least, none of those could, I had a feeling I knew exactly what I needed and I was tired of denying myself. As I entered my former bedroom I was greeted with the very familiar sight of Sam bouncing on John's cock.

"Oh look who it is, here for blowjob one of... how many are you up to a day nine?"

"No, I want you to fuck me John, you win."

"You lasted longer than I thought you would, I always thought you were a sissy who'd break at the first sight of cock, but you've surpassed expectations. Now come here and let me make you my slut."

I needed no further invitation, I climbed on top of him practically shoving sam off of him, much to her chagrin. The instant his manhood penetrated me everything became so clear. This is what I had been missing all this time? I had been denying myself this pleasure? And for what? Pride? That didn't matter no though, nothing did, nothing besides me and John's cock eagerly probing the deepest parts of my womanhood erasing any hope or desire of ever being a man again. We fucked for what felt like an eternity and I still wanted more but alas all good things must come to an end and I was eager for my reward.

I'd swallowed more loads of cum in the past two months that I could count but this time was different, I had finally accepted my place and something in me woke up, John's cum was o much better than it had ever been and as I shared by beloved gift with Sam my once wife and current partner in all things cock I couldn't wait to hop right back on top of him and start making up for all the time I had already wasted by putting it off.

       

Cheated pt.2

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Cheated pt.1

This was the moment that would change my life forever. After a normal day at work I came home to this sight.

My beautiful fiancé Samantha with her lips wrapped around the cock of the man I hated most. Before I could say anything, they acknowledged my presence.

"Alex, honey, this isn't what it looks like"

"Shut up slut, it's exactly what it looks like. You're sucking my cock and loving every second, now get back to it while I talk to my dear old friend."

"Yes Daddy, I'm sorry." she muttered as she resumed her task.

"Now, Alex, old buddy old pal, it's been a while hasn't it?"

I was still processing what was in front of me. Trevor, my college bully was receiving head from the love of my life and she was seemingly enjoying it very much. 

"What the fuck is this?!"

"Oh, this? This is me claiming the one that got away, the only girl that ever rejected me, the only girl to ever truly love you. She does, or at least did love you y'know, she didn't want this, but after a bit of convincing she finally came around to the winning side."

"What did you do? What do you have on her to make her do this to me?!"

"Oh Alex, it's so much more simple than you think, she just loves my cock more than she loves you, isn't that right slut?"

"Yes Daddy, I can't live without your cock, I'm sorry Alex but we're through, all I want is right here in my hands." she said before once again returning to sucking Trevor off.

"Don't worry, I'm sure she's exaggerating right? Surely she can't love my cock more than you."

She took another break. "No! This is my everything. This is all I need. As soon as you cum I'm packing my bags."

"How could you say that, after everything we've been through?"

She didn't even respond to me, she barely even shifted her gaze.

"Yikes, tough break kiddo, not all is lost though, there is one more thing."

My entire world started spinning, and I nearly passed out as I felt my body being molded like clay. My skin smoothed, my hair grew, my entire body shrunk, my pants and boxers fell away from my much smaller frame. 

"That'll do it, why don't you go to the bathroom real quick and see the new you!"

My body moved without my consent, I was merely a passenger. Somehow I couldn't stop myself from leaving the room where Sam was being taken from me. When I eventually regained control of my body I was too shocked to move. I had been turned into a woman. I stared into the mirror for an eternity, taking in every little detail. How could this happen, how did he do this? My mind raced piecing together my shattered reality until I stopped myself and remembered what was happening in my bedroom. I meekly made my way back where I saw Sam no longer sucking his cock but looking satisfied with herself.

"Ah, you're back! Just in time! Sam here just finished warming me up."

Before I could question him and try to piece together anything that had occurred he had made his way across the room and lifted me onto my desk. 

I hadn't so much as touched my new womanhood before he took my newfound virginity. 

"So, here's what's going to happen." he thrusted himself deep into my pussy. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk, then I'm going to do the same to Sam over there, then I'm going to head on home to my place and do it again. I'm going to make sure that by the end of the night she's pregnant with my child. All the while you're going to stay here, alone, desperately horny, and broken hearted."

I couldn't say a word, all that escaped my mouth were moans of ecstasy as his drilled his cock deeper and deeper. What felt like hours passed as my body was ravaged by orgasm after orgasm. Eventually he came inside of me and left me there to go fuck the woman that would've been my wife as I hopelessly watched, too tired to move. Her screams dripping with lust as he did exactly what he said he would. 

"Thank you Daddy, I can't wait for us to get home so we can continue this."

"Well we better get to it then."

He got dressed and started to leave. As Sam went to do the same he demanded she leave with him in only her lingerie, with cum still dripping from her used womanhood. She of course did as she was told and left to his car with not so much as waving goodbye to me.

"Well, this has been great don't you think Alexis? Oh, and by the way I've been fucking her for weeks now just waiting for the day that you finally came home early."

I couldn't even construct a response I was still lost in the pleasure of my first time as a woman.

(To be continued...)

(Hey, it's me, the weird family member that stops by once a year to say hi. Or at least that's what it must feel like for some of you, if you remember my stories at all. So yeah, I wrote again, I can't really say why I took such a long hiatus other than saying, I didn't feel like writing. That said I really enjoyed writing this story and as I'm sure you can gather I have plans for a part 2. I will hopefully get around to writing that soon and then hopefully after that I can start writing a little more consistently again. I really do enjoy writing these stories despite my numerous absences. Regardless of all that I hope you enjoyed the one and I hope you have a great day ^_^)

Quirky

No, no no no, NO, Fuck! God.. That is practically the exact opposite of what I wanted to do. Shit, y'know what, maybe the message will fail to send. Maybe I wont have to explain this to him. Only time will tell.

Well, it didn't fail. He hasn't responded to the text yet though so maybe he hasn't seen it. Maybe it screwed up on his end. I'm going crazy trying to think how on earth I can explain THAT picture. I mean, sure, he knows about my Quirk but I've never sent anything like that to him. Maybe I should explain myself. For a few years now everyone on years has been getting powers, some good, some bad. Once it became evident that it wasn't just a handful of people, society had to adapt. Based on who you talk to and what they prefer; these abilities will get you different titles or have different names. For simplicity the worlds governments just call people with powers, which at this point is nearly everyone, powered individuals. Some people were more partial to Marvel or DC's names such as Mutants and Meta Humans. Others, like myself liked the sound of 'Quirk' as a descriptor for your power a la My Hero Acadamia. Regardless, they all meant the same thing. You have some random power. For example, my power is shapeshifting.. kinda. Well, that's what it is, but it's more.. restricted. You see, the more I fall in love with a person the more my body will change to match their idea of a perfect partner. This has obviously led to some great situations and some not so great ones. It has gotten me plenty of lays and lost me a few relationships. Now that that's out of the way here's what I just sent to my longest time friend Mark...

Yeah... not exactly something you send to a friend... To explain this, I've been dating a girl who tends to swing towards the fairer sex, though she does enjoy the genuine article to any.. rubber or plastic alternatives, so since I fell for her my body has been growing more and more effeminate while I luckily got to retain my manhood. Things had been going pretty great with her and we've been sexting regularly for a while now. That's where that picture comes from. It was meant to go to her but I accidentally sent it to Mark since her name is Mary... I didn't pay enough attention and since they were both at the top of my recent text conversations and have similar names... I fucked up.

After an hour or so of waiting for some reaction, some reply, anything from Mark, I heard a knock at my door. Upon further investigation I realized it was him. He was at my house for some reason. This can only end awkwardly..

"Oh, hey man, whatcha doing here? I didn't get a text or anything from you saying you were coming."

"Well, I was in the neighborhood and thought I'd drop by. Oh yeah, and there's the picture you sent me."

Shit, he had gotten it. "Oh... yeah... sorry about that, it was meant for Mary, I hope it didn't weird you out to much.."

"Weird me out? Nooooo. I mean, what's an accidental sext between friends, nothing really."

I sighed in relief. "Good, I was a little paranoid there for a bit when you didn't respond."

"Yeah, I can understand, and one sec, I did have something to give you actually."

Thank God, he wasn't even phased, this can all be a thing of the-

"Here it is!" He said as he pulled out a maid costume from his bag.

"I appreciate it man but.. I'm not really into crossdressing.."

"I bet you'd really enjoy wearing this man."

It was like a switch flipped in my head. Why not try it? Could be fun dressing up and hell.. maybe Mary would be into it. With that thought driving me I grabbed the costume and went to change. It fit surprisingly well and Just like Mark had said I was really enjoying the way it made me feel. After a bit of admiring myself in the mirror I made my way back to the living room and sat in my chair to continue talking with Mark.

"So, how does it feel?"

"It feels great! I've never done anything like this before but it really feels good."

"You really look like a girl all dressed up like that, maybe you should commit to it a bit more, y'know, put on a bit of an act."

"You're so right." Without a second thought I struck a sultry pose trying my best to really look feminine. "How's this?"

"Geez, it's perfect, I almost want to strip you out of it and take you like a woman. I mean, we could experiment a little, y'know, see what things are like with a guy. If nothing else, I bet it would be great to find out more about yourself."

Never in my life had I given such an idea any thought. I was fine with anyone's sexuality but I was pretty confident that I was attracted to women. Now though? I really wanted to find out if gay sex is something I like.

"I think you're right, so who's going to be receiving first?"

"Well, as excited as I am to try it out, I feel like you'd feel better as the girl in this situation."

He was right, as he said it I knew that's what I wanted, I mean, I'd had sex with girls plenty of times, I've done anal too, so how new could being the one giving really be?

"You're right again, let's go."

As he started to strip I got up and leaned on my chair presenting my ass to him, waiting for him to take me.

At first it was nothing special, It felt fine but it's not like I was experiencing overwhelming pleasure or anything, it was just kinda ok. He on the other hand seemed to really enjoy it. He was grunting and and saying how tight I was. After a while I was about to stop him since I wasn't really getting much out of it, but as I turned to tell him he looked me straight in the eyes and said, "I bet this feels way better for you man!" It gave me pause, up until that point I wasn't particularly enjoying it but suddenly it was as if he started to find all the right spots. I went from kinda bored to riding a pleasure high. It felt incredible. It was so much better than using my penis to fuck a girl. I was rock hard in mere seconds once he started hitting all those sensitive spots.

Either he is super experienced or his quirk is something to do with having enormous amounts of stamina because he was ramming my ass for what felt like hours. He was fucking me for so long that I was able to cum four times. Four! And I was even building to another. I hadn't even touched my dick once and yet I'd had four orgasms back to back. I was moaning like a porn star and never wanted it to end. You know what they say about all good things though.

"I'm nearly there man, I'm about to cum. Why don't you get the full experience and finish me with your mouth?"

What a great idea! I was loving his cock in my ass I may may as well see if I liked sucking dick too!

Once again, pretty underwhelming at first but after a while I guess he saw my hesitancy and chimed in, "You're really good at this man, you're probably loving this." Suddenly I realized just how right he was. His cock felt like the thing my mouth had been missing my entire life. Every inch just felt right. What before just tasted bland  now coated my mouth with incredible flavor. Thank god I had cleaned myself up for that buttplug earlier or this would likely be a much different story. "I'm not gonna last much longer, I hope you really like what comes next..." Part of me was worried about him finishing in my mouth, but given how incredible this thing had made me feel; I was not about to chicken out before finishing him off. Within a minute it happened. His cum flooded into my mouth, it coated my tongue and everything else, it felt like It just wouldn't stop. I was determined though, I wasn't going to waste a drop. Best. Decision. Ever. It was amazing. It was like nothing I'd ever tasted before yet perfect in every way. It was the perfect reward after sucking him off. I played with it in my mouth for a few seconds savoring the flavor before I eagerly swallowed and latched back onto his cock to scavenge every last ounce that had escaped me before. It wasn't much but the thin layer still on his cock and the small bit that had yet to come out was every bit at good as the rest. Maybe better.

"That was great man. It seemed like you really enjoyed it too. I'd offer to receive now but judging by the floor I doubt you've got much left in the tank."

I blushed. "Uh.. yeah. I couldn't help myself I guess.. I never thought taking a dick could feel so good."

"Good? It seemed like you were loving it, like you loved my cock, hell, like you loved me."

He was right, god was that the understatement to end all understatements. "It was great, amazing even, Way better than having sex with a girl! Does that mean I'm gay?"

"Maybe, I mean, we've always been close. I've loved you like family for a long time, and you me I assume. Maybe, instead of brothers we're spouses. Then again. I haven't exactly taken a dick yet and as far as I know I've always been straight."

"Well, we could hang out for a bit until we've recharged and you could give it a go!"

"You're right, you should keep the costume on though, It might help speed things up."

After about half an hour he seemed ready for round two but I didn't feel hard at all, it felt like my legs were wet from what I assumed was precum but when I reached down to start trying to get my dick hard, I wasn't met with my usual appendage. As you may have inferred I instead found a vagina. I froze at that realization, either Mary had suddenly decided that she was done with dicks forever or I loved someone else. I wanted it to be the former, I really did, but I knew.. My love had shifted. Over the course of the past few hours I had officially fallen for Mark. It was odd how fast it all happened, I was never usually this quick at falling for someone. Then again I guess maybe I had already fallen for him long ago but I now viewed it differently given the night's events. Either way. I knew what I had to do.

I excused myself under the guise of needing to use the restroom and took a moment to tell Mary everything. It was hard, really hard, but it had to be done. I told her that I had cheated and that I didn't deserve to be with her. She was rightfully furious and stopped texting me very quickly. I didn't get to the part about my cheating being with a guy, but, either way it was over between us. It hurt to hurt her like that, but, I knew it would be way worse to drag her along when I didn't feel the same way toward her. I took off the costume after that, aside from the stockings that is, I was a bit worried I'd mess them up removing them, and it just felt right to wear them. I then prepared myself for what was to come next. I knew what I wanted, I knew what I needed to do to get that. It was still petrifying all the same. I kept building up the courage to do it until I heard Mark knock on the door and I froze.

"You good in there? It's been a while."

I couldn't just not answer, he'd likely assume the worst and make his way in if I didn't say anything.

"Uh." I couldn't help but be surprised by how much higher my voice had gotten. "Yeah, I'm fine, one sec."

"Alright.. I just wanted to check.." He didn't at all seem phased by my voice's new register.

Once I was pretty sure he had returned to the living room I went to lay on my bed. How was this so hard? I've never been this nervous about telling someone my feelings before. After what felt like an eternity I called out for Mark to come to my bedroom. My heart was racing, I had butterflies in my stomach and I felt faint. I had never in my life been this anxious for something like this. That soon faded however. When he opened that door all my reservations melted away. I was ready for this. I was ready for my man to take me. Properly this time.

He didn't need further prompting. He saw me naked and waiting with an eager pussy between my legs. He grabbed my legs and spread them before christening my new womanhood and sealing my fate. If what I had felt earlier was incredible, this feeling was indescribable. I had never before felt so perfectly complete. After years of bedding more women than I could count, I had found something that truly felt real. I no longer needed my Quirk because in that moment, on that bed, with the man I love's cock pounding away at my delicate womanhood, I knew that nothing could ever amount to this again. I was at peace. I was whole. I can't tell you how many times my body erupted into orgasmic pleasure that night, or how many times I wished it would never end. Like I said earlier though. All good things...

The next morning I woke up before Mark. We had fallen asleep in eachother's arms and there was a high likelihood that I may become a mother, based on my best recollection of taking his seed inside me at least twice. I wriggled my way out of his embrace trying my best to not disturb him before catching a glimpse of his morning wood. I nearly dropped back to the bed to wake him up in the best way I could think of, but cooler heads prevailed and I left him to rest after the long night we had. I made my way to the bathroom to shower seeing as I did not break away from him at all last night and desperately needed to clean up before doing anything lest I smell of sex the entire day. Something I didn't entirely object to but seeing as I'd likely need a new wardrobe I decided an aroma or sweat and cum, wouldn't quite be the best to have in public.

After my shower I took note that I probably needed new shampoo and body wash, my hair and skin felt a bit weird, not bad, just not exactly good and I felt that they make different types of shampoos and body washes for women for that very reason. If nothing else I was sure that I wanted to take better care of my hair and skin now. After that mental note I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. I looked very similar to how I had the night before. Like, before the events of the previous night. My features were smoother, rounder, and looked more feminine though it was like I was being put through a filter rather than transforming completely. I guess Mark just has a similar taste in women  Mary. I brushed it off and spotted some makeup left by Mary or one of my previous girls, I couldn't remember anymore, regardless, I decided to try well, doing my makeup. I had never done it before seeing as I never had too but I just felt like the right thing to do. After a while I realized why it takes girls so long to get ready. This was hard, admittedly, my lack of experience played a role, but, I could tell even with years of practice I'd likely still not be terribly quick at it. I didn't do too much, as, well, I didn't think I could do much more, but I felt pretty, so I counted it as a win. I then snuck back into my room and found a shirt left by one of my exes that they had never returned for. I took likely the only well fitting shirt I still had and my earbuds to listen to music while I waited for Mark to wake up.

After about an hour I started to hear movement from my room and knew that he was finally awake. Before long he made his way out of my room still sporting his morning wood and scanned the house before finding me waiting in the living room.

"Well, looks like I wasn't dreaming then?"

"Nope, I can't say you were."

"So, we... had sex, and you..."

"Turned into a woman on account of my Quirk?"

"Uh, yeah.. So that means..."

"I think so, I can't really deny that I love you. I mean, look at me." I said blushing slightly.

"I uh.. yeah.."

"You should probably shower. You could borrow some clothes, or I guess, take some clothes. I'm sure one of my previous builds was similar to yours."

"Yeah, thanks... I'll uh, I'll do that."

With that exceedingly awkward exchange my heart sank. I was worried that he did not feel the same for me as I did for him. All I could do was wait now. Maybe he was just a bit shaken. It was all really sudden.

<-Mark, the morning after, immediately following the awkward conversation.->

Fuck. Did-did I really do that.. Fuck. He-err-She's going to hate me. I have to tell hi-her. Hopefully this isn't the end of our friendship. Fuck. Why did I do that. I have no self control. I'll have to work up the nerve while I get cleaned up.

<-Back to my POV... I haven't mentioned my name huh? Well, it was Samuel, I might still go by Sam though so I guess it's not terribly unfitting, it'll obviously be short for something else now though.->

As I waited for what felt like an eternity, watching every excruciatingly slow minute pass I felt awful. I'd been rejected before, not commonly, mind you, seeing as I slowly approached their perfect partner visually it's not like most people wouldn't be down to at least try a relationship, but there were times, mostly with girls who actually had boyfriends or husbands, but... y'know... this isn't terribly important to explain. My point is, I have never and I mean NEVER been this absolutely mortified by the idea or even the occurrence of a rejection. Maybe it was hormones or maybe he truly was the one, I could not bear the thought of him turning me down. Eventually I would have to wait no longer however. Before long I heard the water turn off and heard him searching my closet. Time only felt slower during this stretch but I knew soon it would be over... for better or worse.

He sat down next to me on the couch. "Uh, hey.. I-I have to tell you something."

This is it. He's going to say he doesn't have feelings for me like I very clearly now have for him. I swallowed hard and responded in a very defeated tone, "I get it, I mean, I wouldn't want to risk our friendship either." It was getting much harder to hold back tears.

"No, no no no, Sam. That's-that's not it. I-fuck, how do I say this? I-I have a Quirk that I've never told you about. I-I'm extraordinarily persuasive, like, scarily so. Every suggestion I made, ever comment-" he was on the edge of tears himself now, "I fucked up. I screwed with your head man.. I'm so sorry.. I don't know if you could ever forgive me. I bet-"

I didn't know what he was going to say next but I couldn't risk it being what I dreaded it might be. I stole his lips and pulled him in to a deep kiss to shut him up. After a few blissful moments I pulled away and took the opportunity created by his shock to get my point across. "Hey, it's ok.. I wouldn't change what happened last night knowing that or not."

"But I-"

I placed another delicate kiss on his lips to quiet him again. "Wether you screwed with me or not isn't all that relevant to me, it happened, I agreed to it. It's not like you bent me over and forced me to like it."

"I di-"

Another kiss brought his thought to an end. "I get it, I don't look terribly different than I did before last night, I was clearly very much your type."

"Yeah but tha-"

A deeper kiss this time, not as up front as the first but deeper than the last one nonetheless. "We have been friends almost as long as I can remember, every step along the way we were there for eachother. That's about as close to loving someone as I could think of."

"You're just saying that because I made you think that. You should-"

I grabbed his hands this time and stared deeply into his eyes. "Tell me that I should speak only my true feeling toward you, not what you think you made me think last night."

He sighed heavily. "You should tell me how you really feel, how you felt before last night."

I was a bit taken aback. My plan hadn't failed, though it hadn't worked entirely either. "I am not madly in love with you."

"See I told-"

"Shhhh, I'm not done. I'm not madly in love you, no. That part was due to your Quirk I guess, but look." I lifted my shirt exposing my still present womanhood. "I don't have a dick. So unless I've somehow fallen for someone else with identical tastes in women as you, I DO love you. So don't undo what you did.. or do.. it wont matter. I'm still here. And this-" I pulled him in to one last passionate kiss, it seemed to last for eons, I wanted it to, truthfully. "Is still what I want. So let's at least give this a try, I'd regret it if we didn't."

He was stunned. He truly believed that this would be end end of our friendship, he believed he had ruined everything. He didn't, sure, I'm not incredibly excited by the fact that it only happened because of his Quirk, but I'm not mad either. I'd do it all again in a heartbeat.

<-Five months later->

"Sammy, I'm home"

I excitedly made my way to the door to greet my love.

"How was your day Honey?" He always gave the same answer but I loved hearing it nonetheless.

"It's much better now that I'm with you."

Not much in the way of talking followed that exchange, I had been bouncing off the walls waiting for him and at this point I was unbearably horny. As such I wasted little time before starting something that also almost always followed my original question.

As good as the first time? Maybe not. It was still fantastic though. In some ways it was better because now I wasn't under some spell... Quirk..? You get the point, I still loved it, I loved everything about giving him pleasure. This position never lasted long though. We'd always somehow end up with him on the floor.

That too only lasted so long before he made it a point to take control and return the pleasure I'd given him and then some.

Let's just say, our couch gets a good work out most days. <3

(Hi! It's-It's been a while. Sorry about that. If you saw my previous post on OTGC you'll know part of the reason. I've been wanting to write now for a few days but kept putting it off. I made it a point to not continue that into tonight though... Obviously... Anyways, I don't know how regularly I'll post seeing as the only thing that is certain about my writing schedule is that is very random... Once again, sorry. Here it is though, a new story, one that I am actually proud of. A lot of the time I base how well written one of my stories is by the comments or likes but this time I doubt that'll play much of a part. I really enjoyed writing this one, I also really like how it turned out. And, at the risk of sounding like the most broken record on this website, it's not what I initially thought I'd write, it took on a life of its own, and of course, how could I forget, it's not necessarily my style. This one isn't terribly far off though so I'm mostly including that last one to complete the repeating theme that seems common amongst the most recent asides I have written. All of that said, I hope that you have enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it... <forgot to repeat that one earlier I guess... And hopefully this time I wont disappear for months on end. God, this aside has gone on for a long time now... I'll finish up... Thank you for reading, I'd love to see what you thought of it in the comments, and finally I hope you have a great day! ^_^)

(Oops... one last thing. I debated including Mark's Quirk in the story. I eventually settled on writing it in... obviously... but I do want to know if you would have preferred it being left out and just being a mystery, what his Quirk was, or if he even had a Quirk. I am still kinda torn, I mean, I like it being stated since it redeems Mark in a way, but, I also like the idea of it just being an unknown. If I end up writing a similar story, such as one contained in this universe, like I have done in the past with my traveling stone series. I'd love to know wether you believe it would have more of an impact being stated such as here, or, having it left up to interpretation similar to the ending of Inception, where the top isn't shown stopping, leaving you wondering if Cobb is dreaming or not... That was a bit of a specific example... Anyways, my question stands. Please comment what you would have preferred since I'm really tempted to run with this universe a bit.)

Denial

"So what you're telling me is you can do almost anything so long as you think it?" I wasn't buying what Jack was trying to sell me.

"Yeah, I haven't ever done anything to you though don't worry."

"Well, now I'm starting to think you have... Why are you telling me this anyways? Is this some weird prank?"

"Not at all, I just feel like I've known you for long enough to let you in on my secret."

"How is that even possible? Also, what can you do to make me believe any of this?"

"Come on Alli... actually, I think I know how I can prove it."

"You know I h-" before I could finish telling him how I hate his nickname for me for the 12 thousandth time, my entire body started shifting and molding into something completely different.

My hair grew much longer than I had ever let it get, my waist narrowed, my chest pushed outward forming 2 modestly sized breasts, and my hips exploded outward completing my new hourglass figure, my body hair also receded leaving my skin astoundingly smooth, finally my skeleton reshaped leaving me indistinguishable from a woman... outside of one small thing, I still had my penis.

"Convinced?"

"What the... what.. how.. why..."

"You wanted me to prove myself, so I did."

"I didn't mean turn me into a woman... at least... mostly a woman."

"I mean, you can't argue that it's a very clear cut way of proving myself."

"Yeah, but like... did you have to mess with my head too?"

"I-What do you mean? I didn't change anything mentally..."

"Then why am I short of breath and have butterflies in my stomach when looking at you? Better yet, why is my mouth watering so much thinking of your cock..?"

"Oh, shit, I forgot that since you were a straight man you'd be a straight woman, let me just-"

"No no no... it's okay... I think I want to try something... can you turn these dumb boy clothes into some sexy lingerie for me?" My voice was dripping in sex by this point.

"Alli, you're not thinking straight, let me just-"

"Shhhhhh, just do it for me... pleeeease."

"I'm going to hell for this. Fine."



I wasted no time once my clothes changed. In less than a minute I had my lips wrapped tightly around Jack's amazing cock, with my hand stroking my limp clitty. The feeling of having his manhood in my mouth was indescribable. I'd personally always though that blowjobs were only for the guy, I mean, the girl is just using her mouth right, how can she get pleasure from that? This is how, right here, maybe I was just really slutty but this just felt so right. My pe- well, it's a bit generous to call it a penis now right? My cute little clitty never got hard yet the lightest touch felt like a nuclear bomb compared to how it used to feel when I masturbated as a guy. I lost track of time and before too long I got my reward, a nice think load of Jack's cum. His cum, oh my god his cum, speaking of indescribable, I found it hard to swallow, it was just too good to ever not have it in my mouth. Alas, if I didn't swallow it, how would I be able to get more when Jack was ready for round 2?

After I finished cleaning off his beautiful cock and savoring every last drop of his cum Jack changed me back.

"I am so sorry, I had no idea that you'd react like that. I have never seen anyone react like that before. I am so, so sorry. I wont do it again, can you forgive me?"

Still a bit dazed by everything I could hardly muster a response. "Yeah, no problem, I asked for it I guess.."

"I still shouldn't have let it happen, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?"

"It's not a problem man, I'm just processing."

"Wait, I can just wipe your memory so it doesn't have lasting effects"

"NO! No, I don't want that, I'll be fine, just give me a bit to calm down."

"Come on man, I don't want all that fucking with your mind, let me help you."

"Jack, I said I'm fine. Just leave it alone alright."

"Fine, but if you change your mind I'm always right here."

"You're fine, imma just head home for the night."

"Cya man."

I was back to normal now. No tits, no hourglass figure, nothing feminine about me. After a few hours I had mostly forgotten about the whole thing which was lucky since I doubt I'd be able to sleep with all that craziness running through my head. When I woke up though things weren't so normal. For one, instead of my normal morning wood I was laying in a puddle of my own cum. I must've had a wet dream, too bad I couldn't remember it. This alone wasn't anything too crazy but it with the fact that I took 40 minutes in my room picking out an outfit for the day, and the hour I spent making my hair look just right, made me start thinking of last night. I remembered distinctly how the weight on my chest felt, how my soft lips engulfed his meaty appendage, how my limp clitty gave me pleasure greater than my penis ever had. All this thinking succeeded in one thing. I was super horny, I tried masturbating for hours, literally hours, I was getting nothing out of it. I could barely even get hard and I was getting nowhere with normal porn. By this point you may have guessed that I have at certain points indulged in sissy porn, given my usage of the word 'clitty'. Something about a man's will being broken down before he finally embraces his... her true place in life as a submissive sissy slut, just got me going from time to time. With my current predicament I decided it was worth a shot, I'd never felt this kind of horny before and it seemed like it might be just what I need to get going.



Seeing captioned pictures like this in the past had always made me wish I had a little sissy plaything, but now? All I could think of was being that sissy. Just looking at this beautiful woman should make me want to dominate her and make her crave my cock. It used to. With that thought in my mind though I was soft, I was turned off be the idea in fact. Thinking of being her though made my penis rock hard. What I wouldn't do to be in her position. Hair tickling my neck, breasts hanging from my chest, lingerie on my smooth skin, and most importantly, my tongue delicately dancing on the tip of nice, big, juicy cock before plunging the thick shaft deep into my throat. I came within seconds as I was envisioning that encounter. After I came though, I was seemingly normal. No cock craving, no desire to be dominated or subservient. Just normal me. Due to this I brushed it off as a fetish that I was just really feeling. It had happened in the past so I was sure it was just that.

When I was hanging out with Jack a bit later I didn't even mention my morning, it was a fluke after all and I didn't want to concern him. He kept asking if anything weird was up after last night and I kept giving him the same answer. "Nope, nothing too out of the ordinary." Eventually he dropped it and we just played video games for a while. When the next morning I ended up doing the some thing I wrote it off as a phase, once again, it had happened in the past. After a couple weeks of the same morning routine I decided that it might be fun to kick things up a notch. I bought some cute clothes to wear and started practicing doing makeup. Eventually just wearing my girly clothes and doing my makeup wasn't enough anymore. I wanted to feel girlier. In response to that feeling, I bought a dildo, a ton of the sissy stuff I had been watching encouraged using a dildo to train your, as they called it, 'boipussy' and though I didn't plan to have anything other than that dildo there, I still wanted to try it out. The first time I used the dildo was crazy, it was so different from normal masturbating, yet so much better. Before too long I started trying to achieve a 'sissygasm' where you cum without touching your clitty. It took a lot of tries, but eventually, I had one. It was incredible, it was the best orgasm of my life and I wanted nothing more than to have another. So I did. A lot more actually. It was the only I was cumming anymore. I didn't even get hard anymore, I didn't need to.

At this point I couldn't ignore it anymore. That day had changed me. You'd think Id have Jack fix me and wipe my memory of all the sissy stuff I had been doing since that day but no, that's not what I wanted. I wanted him to finish my transformation. And the next time I saw him, I told him everything.

"So yeah, that day may have changed me a bit after all."

"Alright, I'll reset you and you can go back to normal, I'm so sorry for causing all of this."

"I never said I wanted you to reset me. I want you to fix me."

"I'm not sure I follow... Why do you want to remember all of that?"

"Simple, I want you to make me a real woman, pussy and all."

"No, that's all the conditioning you've done talking."

"NO, you said nobody had ever reacted like I did, this is why. You didn't make me a woman, I already was one, I just didn't know it yet. Now please, make me, me, make me your little Alli cat!"

"You're asking me to completely change who you are man, I can't do that."

"No, I'm asking for a favor, I'm asking to be me. You asked me if there was anything you could do to make it up to me after that day, this is how, please Jack, please."

"Fine, fine fine fine. I can't believe this is happening. What do you want to look like? The same woman minus the penis?"

"I'm glad you asked."

I explained every little detail of what was, my perfect woman, but was now, the perfect me. Long red hair, blue eyes, small but perky breasts, slim athletic build, smooth skin from head to toe, and on and on. I took about 30 minutes for me to finish my description, but before too long I was the perfect me, and I could only think of one way to thank him.



I missed this feeling so much, god was it good to have his cock in my mouth again. This time though I also had a dripping wet pussy aching to be filled to the brim, and before I finished him off I had to satiate that hunger.



This amount of times I'd described things as indescribable seemed silly now, THIS was the thing that befitted that title. With my virgin pussy sliding over his glorious cock everything felt right. I couldn't describe it any other way. It just felt so right, as if this was all my life had been leading to. By the end of that night I had lost count of the amount of orgasms I'd had riding him for all he was worth. I knew that I had made the right decision and I could only hope that I could make him feel as much pleasure as he gave me.

An Eye Opening Week

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The Break

I am a cosplayer. I've always enjoyed dressing up in costume as characters from tv, movies, and video games. As a man, I generally stuck to doing male characters. That said though, I've really wanted to cosplay as my favorite character from one of my long time addictions, League of Legends, for a long time now. The problem with that though is simple, my favorite character is a woman, Caitlyn. So, I never could pull that off believably, until now. You see, I recently told all of this to one of my close friends who is also a cosplayer since I was hoping she'd make a cosplay for Caitlyn and I could kind of live vicariously through her. Well, she was already half way through a different costume build and instead offered to help with makeup and making my body look the part so that I could actually cosplay as Caitlyn. I was hesitant at first but I trusted her and my desire to make the costume work lead me to accepting her help. So, I figured out what skin I wanted to emulate and settled on her pool party skin with the thought that I may as well go all out. I gathered the closest things I could find from stores around my house to make the costume and with a bit of help from Belle... drum role please!

Ta-Da!!! If I didn't know better I'd think that was actually a picture of a woman. Well, anyways, thank you all for reading and for all the love I've already gotten for the costume!

And with that posted to Twitter and Reddit I feel like it's time to enjoy our handiwork. With the costume still on and looking great I made my way to the pool to get some more pictures and then relax. That's when a man came up to me and asked if I'd like him to take some full body shots. Not really thinking anything of it I accepted handing him my camera. When he heard my voice, he seemed surprised, but he didn't say anything... at the time. After taking a few pictures we had this exchange.

"I could never understand how a man could be such a sissy."

"Annnnd, what is that supposed to mean?"

"Well, you're dressed as a woman, you're wearing makeup, and you have your penis tucked away."

"Ok... and? Just because I enjoy cosplaying and I happen to be cosplaying as a woman you think I'm a sissy? I'm not, I'm just comfortable with myself enough to dress however I like, in this case in a female costume."

"I'll pay you a thousand dollars, right here, right now, if you can prove that you're not just a little sissy in denial."

"I'll take that bet, how can I prove it?"

"Leave that to me."

With that he pulled out a stone from his pocket which almost seemed to glow a sickly green color and everything changed. We were suddenly in a hotel room without clothes and somehow, I had turned into a woman... well, almost a woman, I still had my penis. Before I could question anything though my body began to move on its own. I tried my best to resist my body's moves but nothing I did changed the fact that my body was approaching and then mounting the man. As I started to feel the head of his cock being positioned for insertion my anxiety grew exponentially, no part of me wanted this, I was straight, I wanted nothing to do with what my body was seemingly about to do. Despite my best efforts I couldn't seem to do anything in protest. Luckily though, it seemed like I had suddenly regained control, well, partial control, I could not decide to move but I wasn't getting any closer to losing my anal virginity. That's when he finally spoke.

"So, here's what's going to happen, you're going to ride my cock, whoever cums first loses. I you win, I'll give you your money and that'll be it, however, if I win, I get to do whatever I want with you."

As soon as he finished his statement all of my perceived control vanished, with no hesitation my body swiftly impaled itself on the man's cock and before almost pulling back off of his shaft only to repeat the process. I hated it. I hated what was happening. I didn't like it. That's what I told myself, but my body betrayed me, after only a few short minutes my penis was shooting off warm jets of cum while I experienced the most intense orgasm of my life.

"What do you know? Looks like you are a little sissy slut. Only a sissy would cum from being fucked in the ass."

I was still in complete shock and had so many questions, luckily, I could now ask them.

"What the fuck? Why do I have tits? Why do I sound like a woman? Why couldn't I control my body."

"Hush now my little sissy. All-"

"Don't call me a sissy, asshole! You did this, I don't know how but I know you did. You probably rigged it from the start, You probably made me cum with whatever you did to give me tits."

"I'm sorry sissy, but you can't talk to me like that anymore... as I'm sure you will soon discover."

As I went to hurl more insults and demands none of my words came out. Rather, I said "I'm sorry master, I promise I'll be a good girl from now on."

"That's better. now, to answer your questions. I used this." in his hand rested the same odd stone from before. "Long story short, this is magic, it allows me to do whatever I want, like this." As if on cue his cock grew longer and thicker.

"Now, in regards to our little bet, though, it was indeed a rigged game from the start, I did not cheat. Your inner sissy simply showed herself, as I knew she would. Now, for my winnings I'd love it if you finished what you started and suck me off until I feel satisfied."

Seven, I have been spectating some weird female version of my body for seven loads of this monster's cum. My body reacted to every load as if it was a gift from the gods showing it off before swallowing it and opening my mouth to both show what a good girl I was being and get ready for the next round. I don't know what I hate most about all of this, could it be the presence of his cock in my mouth? All the cum I've swallowed? What a slut I am being despite my complete lack of control? Or, that I'm starting to like it. With ever slimy load that slithers down my throat I seem to be experiencing another orgasm. I say seem because I haven't produced cum of my own since the fourth load I swallowed. I can also tell that with each ounce of this man's seed that's forced down my throat my mind and body are further feminizing. My penis is more of a clit now and I can even feel a slit forming just underneath it.

"You are doing so well sissy, you're already getting better at pleasing a man. I'm so proud of you taking back control and really going for it."

"What do you mean master? The stone is still in control."

"No sissy, It hasn't been in control since my second orgasm. Everything after that was all you!"

"Stop lying to me master."

"I'm not lying, in fact, how about this. I'm going to stand here with my cock inches from your slutty little mouth, and you get to decide what happens. You can either start up, what was it, round eight? or, you can walk your girlish body to the door and leave. If you leave now I'll reset everything, you'll be a 'man' again, and hell, i'll even fill your bank account with enough money to to buy four mansions every day for the rest of your life. Sound like a deal?"

I want to say I stood up and left the instant he quit talking, or even that I wasn't in control and couldn't. Neither of those options were true though. I sat there, staring at his cock for ten minutes. Ten full minutes. Every time the thought of leaving crossed my mind another though crept in behind. 'Have just one last taste.' 'It wasn't that bad.' 'You were starting to enjoy it.' I had two competing voices in my head and for ten minutes neither was gaining ground. Then, something broke.

In an instant everything became so clear. I never was a man, I was always a little sissy girl but I was too scared to show it. He brought the real me out, I was free, and most importantly, I had a nice big cock in front of me to play with. I didn't start sucking him off yet though, no, that wouldn't be good enough. I was mesmerized my the size, smell, texture, everything. Everything about it was amazing to me. I could remember every detail about it from when it was inside of me and nothing excited me more than giving in to my desires.

With no more inhibitions I gave his beautiful cock a few strokes before eagerly beginning my new life. This was the blowjob that made everything right. All those years I spent lying to myself about being a man were all worth it for this moment. I was so happy to finally be me and after I made him cum three more times my penis was completely gone, replaced by a tight little pussy that craved to be filled as much as my mouth did. After my transformation was complete the man told me to leave claiming he had no need for a needy cock slut. I did as I was told, mostly because he used to stone to make me, and left. I was sad I couldn't keep playing with his cock forever, but, soon enough, I found that my sadness was unwarranted. As it turns out, everyone only ever knew the female me apparently, that was a relief since I wouldn't have to explain my transformation to everyone and risk them thinking I'm crazy. And, as a great side product I was, let's say, much closer to a couple of my male friends than before.

In the end, my love of cosplaying fell by the wayside to make room for my love for all things cock. Who knows, maybe I'll be able to mix them some day, for now though, I've got a lot of catching up to do on behalf of all those wasted years as a man.

(Wow, another story already, I'm on a roll! Jokes aside, I enjoyed writing this and I hope you have enjoyed reading it. As a bit of an aside, I didn't cheat with the first picture, that really is a guy, I know, hard to believe but it's true. He's a professional League player who, with the help of his girlfriend, 'crossplays.' I don't know, I think it's kinda cool. Either way, I once again hope you enjoyed the story and I hope you have a good day. ^_^)