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 ^_^)

Corruption of the Body and Mind

(Only one image for reasons I explain in the aside at the end. ^_^)

 How did I end up here? I’ve gone over the past few weeks in my head so many times, no matter how many times I run through it I never learn anything. I know I’ve changed, I don’t know why, I don’t know if I care. Curiosity is my greatest vice however so I’m writing this hoping someone out there reads it and can tell me what happened to me.

Four weeks ago I was a normal guy, I played video games far more than it was healthy to, I masturbated, once again, to an unhealthy degree, and I had been single for nearly three years. I’m not sure exactly when it started but about four weeks ago I noticed that when jerking off I was paying more attention to the men than usual. Nothing too drastic but it struck me as odd nonetheless. A few days passed where I paid more and more attention the the guys before I was at the point that cocks looked incredible to me. Before dicks we’re just dicks, y’know? I wasn’t repulsed but I wasn’t exactly attracted to them. I mentioned that I had been having those thoughts to my friend John a few days later and he was surprisingly supportive. That’s not to say he took it one hundred percent seriously though.

“Well, if you want to you can suck me off to test it out.” He said with a laugh.

“Nice try, even if I am switching teams you shouldn’t hold your breath expecting anything from me.” 

“That’s a bit harsh, I’m just trying to help. Jokes aside though, I’m pretty sure there’s a gloryhole at the sex shop, if you’re really questioning it’d be worth a shot.”

“Yeah right, it’s probably nothing, I shouldn’t have even mentioned it.”

“Alright man, but my offer still stands!” He couldn’t help but let out another small laugh.

After about a week I was at a breaking point, I couldn’t think about cock without getting impossibly hard. I was jerking off ten times a day and no matter how many times I came I couldn’t stop thinking of cock. 

About a week and a half passed since the changes started and I had to do something. All I could think about was cock. Every waking moment I was thinking about it, jerking off to it, craving just a taste. That’s what I thought I needed, a taste, that’s all, once I tasted it everything would go back to normal.. right? With my objective clear I started preparing myself for my expedition. I bought a wig, some female clothes and watched about four hundred makeup videos. Once I was passable I took John’s joking advice and went to a gloryhole. I tried not to be conspicuous and eventually made my way into the receiving side. It must have been a minute at most but the anticipation made it days. Once that cock made its way through the hole I froze a bit. I had run through this plan a hundred times. Taste it, realize it’s not my thing, leave. Simple... As soon as I got the tip passed my lips all timidity vanished. This is what I had been needing. I’d needed this cock all my life I just did it know it. I felt complete, as if my place was on my knees doing exactly as I was. 

I felt empty when that first cock pulled away. I had gotten my reward and made sure that I hadn’t missed any but I needed more. Luckily more is exactly what I got. A couple of hours had passed by the time I finally left that booth. From just sucking guys off until they popped I had thoroughly soiled my panties. The amount of precum that dribbled out of my dick was incredible, and that was only the start, I came three times, I never even touched my dick, just the sheer pride and joy I got with each load of cum sent me over the edge. My poor little dick was empty by the time I left that room. Unbeknownst to me however, that satisfaction, that bliss was just the calm before the storm. 

Another week passed with me draining the balls of countless men. I stopped counting at about fifty, but trust me, that is far from the current number. Around that time is when I lost my anal virginity. It was the best sex I’d ever had by lightyears, and with ever new cock my addiction grew. I was so ravenous that the shop owner had a room set up for me with a hole on each side. I alone was probably the reason for a tripling in his clientele. So many people came just for me. I even started to remember some of the cocks. For example the one deep in my ass there I’ve called Bill, don’t know why, it just felt right. Anyway, I love Bill in my ass, it was like my ass was made for that cock, or vis versa. And Tom, the one I’m getting deep into my throat, is my absolute favorite. Whoever Tom’s person is is definitely proud of him, everything about Tom is perfect for me. As much as Bill feels great in my ass, Tom edges him out slightly, while also being an absolute dream to suck and swallow. The smell that dominates my senses anytime Tom comes through is indescribable. It’s a full on assault on every dopamine receptors in my brain. The taste is even better though, it’s like all my favorite things working in perfect harmony together to make my tiny little clitty absolutely drool precum and dribble out my pathetic little orgasms. I always “cum” multiple times when having my way with good ol’ Tom.

The physical changes came soon after that. Over the course of on a get days I no longer needed my wig, soon after that the breast forms were useless to me, as each day passed my pantries fit better and better. My clitty was of course the last thing to fully depart but instead of mourning my losses I celebrated my gains. I went from a flat chest to having a nice, if not a bit small, pair of boobs was amazingly sensitive nipples adorning them. My hair grew from a short, unhealthy, mess, to long, smooth, locks that perfectly framed my face. My once male body had thoroughly shrank while my figure became much more petite. Then of course, the greatest gift from all of this was that of losing my worthless little clitty and it being replaced by a tight, sensitive, beautiful pussy. 

The day my womanhood fully blossomed I texted John to come over. As the minutes grew to fill eternity I sat there, eagerly awaiting my friend’s arrival, with my body on full display.

“OH MY GOD! I am soooo sorry, I must have picked the wrong room.” John was rightfully confused.

“No John, it’s me, Alex.”

“No way, what happened?”

“I don’t know, but that’s not exactly why I invited you over.”

“..Okaaay... why am I here then?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Ok.. wait a sec, you’re suddenly a girl and you want me to have sex with you? Shouldn’t you like, I don’t know, be trying to figure out how to be a guy again?”

“I watched as day by day my clitty shrunk, once it was gone I was so happy. Now, I want you to take my virginity, vaginal virginity that is, bit late on anal.. sorry.”

And take he did, in moments he had me on the floor while he drove his cock deep into me. Each thrust sent me deeper and deeper into the vast ocean of pleasure that I could now experience. Just as soon as the shock faded though I realized something. I knew this cock, I knew it well. I could feel every inch of the magnificent cock and knew that it was Tom. My favorite cock belongs to my best friend. 

That’s where I am now, that’s all I know, maybe you can make more sense of it than I have.

(Well, here I am again. Out of obscurity to post a story with the hopes that I’ll keep writing consistently like I used to only to of course not follow through with said hopes. This break was not wholly unfounded however, about 3 weeks ago my house burned down, I’m not going to go into many details but everyone and our dog made it out safe. Obviously, the last thing on my mind was grabbing my laptop in the moments during discovering the fire. As such, I haven’t exactly had much means to write. Outside of the clothes on my back and my family the only thing I got out was my phone so that I could call 911. That combined with the obvious shock I went through out writing into the back seat for a bit despite having been getting close to writing again just before the fire. That brings us here, I wrote this while I was in a hotel room about a week after the fire and intended to edit it and post it soon after that. Having just now gotten around to doing that I’m not in the mood/willing to go through my normal editing process, and sadly, as I mentioned before the caption, images turned out to be a problem. I had 5 or 6 picked out and ready to go but when I checked today they were all blank because I didn’t add them to the document properly on account of drafting this in the notes app on my phone. As such, seeing as I’m too drained to so much as edit I hope y’all can understand my lack of desire to re-find and replace the lost images. 

That’s all I really have to say, in short, shit happened, I’m ok, to exhausted by life to edit/repopulate this story with images. I hope despite me killing the mood here at the end all of you have been well and as always, I hope y’all have a nice day. ^_^)

(Also, I know the title is way over the top but right now I honestly can’t think of anything better.)

Would You Kindly?

(Most of my asides as of late are at the end so they are easily skipped in the event the reader may not care to read them. This one however is coming partly before the story. That is because the premise/catalyst for the gender swap is a major spoiler for the game Bioshock and its iconic twist. So, if you haven't played the game but plan on playing it or just don't want it spoiled incase you ever do want to play it maybe skip this story. Also, while I have your attention I'm going to throw it out there that this story takes its premise from 'I'm a Man-pleaser!?' by Tgh0100, so if it seems familiar.. that's why, and if you haven't read it, here. It's a great read from the old days of OTGC before the original site went dark. The rest of my aside will be at the end like usual, I just wanted to make sure the spoiler warning and credit for the concept was out there before you got into the story itself.)  

Would you kindly? It's an innocent enough phrase, maybe a bit over the top, but, innocent nonetheless. That is, for everyone except me. Once everyone started getting powers, that innocent phrase gained a significantly less innocent use. Sure, it could still be innocent, but it had the ability to be used in a much darker way in regards to me now. You see, while some people gained flight, x-ray vision, or any other fantasy fulfilment powers myself and, based on news reports, about 10-15% of the powered population got powers that they would rather not have. Powers along the lines of The Thing from the Fantastic Four where they effectively turn to a rock golem, albeit with super strength. Or hell, some don't even get that benefit and are just stuck looking like gargoyles for the rest of their lives. My power or quirk, whatever you want to call it is much less noticeable, and thank god for that, if it was easily detectible I'd likely not be here writing this. My curse is something much more exploitable. I'm what some have dubbed a "pleaser" which is just a fancy way of saying slave if you ask me. Myself and, once again based on news reports, only 7 other pleasers are known, well, those 7 are known and I sure as hell wouldn't want to join that group. Those seven are little more than trophies who've been sold to the highest bidder and although everyone knows it's wrong, there is nothing that can be done. In all 7 cases the pleaser claims that they chose that life, of course, none likely did, they were instead made to believe that was the case by exploitation of their curse. Luckily for me, only one person knows of my status other than myself. That someone is my close friend John.

John and I discovered my curse when he decided to replay one of his favorite games, Bioshock. Some may already know where this is going based off just that and my overwrought intro to this journal entry, if that's the case, you can skip this paragraph, but for those that are unaware, I'll catch you up to speed. In the game a character helping you throughout the game requests you do things with the phrase, "would you kindly?" It's revealed at the end of the game that the phrase is not just a friendly request but a hypnotic trigger implanted into you by said character. That's where I come in, now that our world has been infected with powers. Each person sentenced to my same fate has some 'trigger' of their own. My trigger is the same as the one used in Bioshock, though, it's not a hypnotic trigger, it is much more powerful. If I hear the phrase "Would you kindly?" I go on autopilot, I lose all control over myself and must do as I was commanded immediately preceding or following my trigger phrase. It doesn't even necessarily need to be a command in the strictest form of the word. And, as with other pleasers it can even force physical changes in my body. 

Now that that is out of the way, here's what happened, John was replaying Bioshock and like so many times before, heard the friendly phrase, also, like so many times before, he began using the phrase jokingly whenever he would ask me for something. It started off simply enough, he'd ask for small things such as, "would you kindly get me a drink?" and other things like that whenever we'd hang out. Seeing as the requests started out as things I'd generally do because they weren't exactly outlandish, I didn't notice that I had little choice in the matter. The problem arose when he got toward the end of the game and started thinking of 'what ifs.' That combined with the knowledge of the existence of pleasers lead to our little discovery.

"Imagine if you had that power though man."

"I mean, anything is possible now John, I mean hell, just look at those poor fucks that drew the short straw and have to obey every command."

"Yeah, if only it was more common right? Like what if you could just go up to a random person and hit them with a, "Would you kindly suck my dick?" and-"

He didn't get to complete his thought, before either of us knew what was happening I was ripping his pants off and greedily sucking his rapidly hardening member.

"Yo! What are you doing, stop, stop man, stop!"

It was no use, neither of us knew what was happening for sure in that moment, all he knew was that I was suddenly acting like a nymhpomaniac with boundary issues and all I knew was that I NEEDED to suck him off as if my life depended on it. With the combination of confusion and shock John froze letting me do my job. The only saving grace for that situation was that I evidently was a good cock sucker because, before too long he blew his load and left my apartment in a hurry. I didn't know what to feel in that moment. Shame? Disgust? Pride? All I did feel was complete and utter confusion. It was a month before either of us worked up the nerve to say anything to the other, despite the time that had passed, there was little more than an air of awkwardness when we finally spoke again.

"Uh.. hey man? H-how have you been?" was all I could think to say after that fateful night.

"I've uh.. I've been good I guess.. And you?"

How do I even answer that? "I.. yeah, no, I've been fine.. y'know, same old same old."

"That's good.. I uh.. so.."

"John, I think we gotta address the elephant in the room.."

"I mean... shit, what is there to say? You sucked me off."

I'll spare you the rest of the exchange since nothing really came of it. All we knew was that we had no clue what happened. And that's how it stayed, until about 2 weeks later when we were hanging out again and I brought up Bioshock.

"So, did you ever finish up that playthrough?"

"After you, y'know.. Nah man, it was like the game came to life and I couldn't handle that shit for a while."

Fuck, how did we not realize it. "Ask me to do something."

"...Ok... Can you get me-"

"No no no, say would you kindly."

I saw understanding wash over his face. "Would you kindly do a backflip?"

That same eerie feeling of disconnectedness washed over me. I had never even done a somersault with grace much less a full on flip but I landed it with the ease of a career gymnast.

"Holy shit man! You're, you're a pleaser! We gotta tell someone, there's only like 10 of you in the world!"

"Hell No! I don't want to be kidnapped and sold to some sleazy rich guy with more money than I'd make in 10 lifetimes!"

"That's... a good point, didn't think of that. But dude, do you know what that means? We could make you an adonis. You could pull so many chicks if we messed around with your looks!"

That's what we did. We spent 4 months fucking new girls every night after using my power to transform my body into a godly visage and making me charismatic enough to pull girls for John as if he shared the same looks as I now did. It was great. Girls that wouldn't have given us a second thought before all this were now desperate for even a second alone with us. After a while though we got bored. We both kinda wanted to settle down for a bit atleast and find some girls to be with for an extended time. I landed us some bombshells and though I was able to hold on to them for a bit longer John would only be with each new girl for a week at best. Soon he grew tired of trying.

"Imma just give it a break man, they only stick with me long enough to realize they aren't going to get into your pants."

"Come on John, I'm sure we just haven't found the right one for you yet. I'm sure there's someone out there that'll love you for everything."

"I doubt it.. but maybe I'm just looking in the wrong place."

"What does tha-"

"Would you kindly call and break up with your girlfriend?"

Within minutes I was single.

"What the he-"

"Would you kindly stay quiet until I tell you otherwise."

I could no longer speak, no sound escaped my throat.

"Now, let's start making you my perfect woman. Would you kindly take on a more petite frame?"

No longer was I a 6' 250 pound man. 

"Let's try something to make this a bit easier, Would you kindly treat every command I give as if had prefaced it with would you kindly?"

Nothing as far as I could tell changed with that one.

"Let's see. Change into a woman."

Not that I could directly see a change but I now felt a small weight on my chest and I could no longer feel my dick between my legs.

"I'm a bit surprised that one worked, now that I don't need to say your trigger anymore though, this should go much faster. Rapid fire it is then. Grow breasts that are about... let's say 32A, take on a height of 5' 6", weigh 110 pounds, and grow long dark brown hair."

With every oddly worded command my body shifted, clearly caring not for perfectly sensible commands. 

"Damn, I've done good on you. Hmmm, what else, should I do? Go ahead, any ideas?"

"How about you turn me back, this is some sick shit man, I'm not some clay figurine for you to mold to your liking."

"I don't really like that idea, ooh, I've got one, go change into something sexy, do your makeup , and think of some commands you'd give if you were in my position."

This is my life now huh? I made my way to my bedroom and grabbed some lingerie my girlfriend... ex-girlfriend had left at my place and without any thought expertly applied makeup as if I had been doing it my entire adult life. Sadly, alongside my drone-like actions my mind filled with different ways to irreparably change my own life. By the time I was ready to show off my new look I had several things to suggest to John.

"Damn, I mean, I knew you'd look good, but damn. Anyways, whatcha got for me?"

My stomach dropped as I began to lay out the plan for my own imprisonment. "Well, first I'd make me only able to be controlled by you."

"Go on..."

"I'd make me naturally act like a girl, never desire to leave you, crave sex with you any time you're in the mood, and love making you cum more than having an orgasm of my own." 

With that he gave every command as I suggested, my trigger word would now only work for him, my entire demeanor changed to be more shy if not a little slutty since he was horny already, when he spoke my last suggested command I wasn't immediately changed as far as I knew but I was certain I'd soon find out just how well it had worked.

And find out I did. Our long night of pleasure started simply with a blowjob, something I had not been looking forward to doing again after the night we initially discovered my curse. Much like that night I was a skilled cocksucker evidenced by just how quickly he finished in my mouth. When he did finish that last command came into play, I had derived no physical pleasure from sucking him off but I had never in my life felt so satisfied with myself, making him cum made me inexplicably proud in a way that I had never been before. The taste itself wasn't bad but I knew before long it'd become addicting if I had that same response every time. I had little time to contemplate my impending pavlovian training however as he quickly commanded me to strip and present myself for him to truly make a woman out of me.

I did as I was told removing my ex's lingerie before laying back, cupping one of my small breasts, and spreading my eager lower lips to prepare to accept John's cock. As he entered me for the first time I evaluated what was likely to be how I'd be having sex for the rest of my life. It, wasn't awful. It felt quite nice actually. Being on the receiving end of that which I had been giving countless girls over the past year was actually really enjoyable. The feeling of fullness was so satisfying and I felt an orgasm slowly but surely building with every trust. Whereas I had always preferred being in control in bed as a man I was clearly on the opposite side of that coin as a woman. I found myself enjoying the growing sensation in my pussy before the dam that had been holding all that pleasure in burst, washing my body with a delicate warmth and a pleasure not quite like anything I had felt before. It was mind melting as I felt another orgasm building directly after I had been ravaged by the first. 

I ultimately lost count of just how many orgasms I had been given throughout the rest of that wondrous night but I did keep count of how many I was able to give John. Over the course of the night I made John cum 5 times, each warping my mind more than the last. By the end just the thought of sucking him off  left my pussy dripping wet. The taste went from lack luster to something unimaginably crave-able

I became little more than a sex doll for John but I couldn't make myself care. The pleasure I drowned in every time we made love was unparalleled by anything I had so much as dreamed of as a man. When we weren't indulging in our more animalistic urges life was actually great. Life wasn't constant sex, we actually spent a lot of time as if I was still a man. It was as if nothing had changed between us in those moments. 

(This is kind of an abrupt ending... If I'm being honest, it's not exactly what I had planned for this story. I wasn't very sure how to finish it but in the end fell this somewhat open endedish ending. I think having the story end in a spot where it's still a little fucked like most of my stories where it's not entirely consensual but it also has a more lighthearted ending more akin to Quirky, which, of course, is in this same universe. So, once again, at the risk of sounding like a broken record, I'm happy with how this one turned out. I don't know if I'll be coming back to this universe soon or at all, I mean, sure, there's plenty of potential for stories but if there's anything I've learned from writing these over the years is I don't do incredibly well when I keep to one universe for too long unless it's a much more ambiguous connection. I don't expect this one to do as well as Quirky, for one, I told people to not read at the beginning and, well, I don't feel that it turned out quite as well either. I like it but personally I think Quirky was more well written. If you agree with that assumption or not I hope you enjoyed this one regardless. ^_^)

Acceptance

"You have a magic rock? What's next, are you gonna pull out a broom and fly around on it?"

"No, really, it's magic."

"Dude, magic isn't real, it's probably just catching light in a weird way to look like it's glowing."

"Let's make a bet then, if I can prove it's magic I can use it to do whatever I want to you."

"And when I inevitably win, you have to pay my share of the rent next month."

"Deal."



Just as soon as he said that, I had lost our little bet, within seconds I was dressed in a school girl outfit with an all over much more feminine frame.

"What the hell?!"

"I told you it was magic, you should've listened."

"Change me back dude, this is crazy."

"Uh uh uh, I get to do what I want to you, this is what I want."

"Why though? Why do you want me to look like... this."

"It's simple Alexis, you've always called me a sissy and now I intend to make you my sissy."

"Come on, you know I was just teasing you man."

"Nah, I think I'll go ahead and have some fun, think of it as me teasing you. Now, why don't you go get acquainted with your your new body, maybe snap some naughty pictures."

His words were like commandments. No matter how hard I may try to resist I couldn't. I was a passenger in my own body as I made my way to the bathroom for a little photoshoot. I cycled through so many outfits that I lost count, and with each photo more degrading than the last I was losing all sense of self. I looked in the mirror and didn't see myself. I saw this.



And this.



And eventually, even this.



None of this scared me as much as what happened after taking that lingerie clad picture though. I could immediately tell that I wasn't leaving the bathroom to get another outfit this time. In short time I realized where my body was actually taking me. To Jack's room. After what had just happened I could only dread what was to come when I made it to his room. When I opened the door to his room my fears were confirmed. There he was, laying naked on his bed with his cock fully erect, waiting for me. My entire world flipped in that moment looking at his cock brought things into perspective. That was a cock. A glorious cock. A beautiful cock. The idea that I ever thought I had something even comparable to it was laughable to me now. No, I don't have a cock. I have a pretty little sissy clitty. With this newfound knowledge my mouth began watering like never before. My body craved that cock, I needed that cock.



When my tongue finally touched his manhood I couldn't control myself. The taste of his precum alone drove me up the wall. It was the best thing to ever grace my tongue. It was everything I had ever wanted in life. His cock was taking me to places that I could've only imagined and I could only yearn to know how it would feel inside of me. While lost in my cock induced bliss my body further changed. My chest ballooned slightly and though the majority of my body was already very effeminate after the first set of changes, one thing remained from my male form. That of course was my little clitty, though, that was no longer the case. The last shred of me that I could vaguely be considered male soon slipped away, leaving only a tight, dripping wet pussy, aching to be filled by the very cock I was currently devouring.

"Alright Alexis, I think it's time I make a woman out of you."

Hearing those words were everything to me. Sucking his cock was amazing enough but now I get to take him inside me? I get to service this amazing thing with more than just my mouth? Yes please!



He maneuvered me off the bed and somewhere along the line he must have used the stone to put me in a lace top which served to make me feel truly sexy. Outside of its effect on me it seemed to also get him more worked up, as when he slowly penetrated my delicate womanhood I could feel that he was harder than he had been when he was in my mouth. Hardness was not even close to the forefront of my mind though. I was way more focused on how deeply and fully he filled me. I had never felt anything nearly as incredible as this before. With every thrust any minuscule shred of 'maleness' I had left eroded away. Each thrust drove home just who I now was. I was his woman. I was his slut. I was here only to service his glorious cock. And when he finally exploded deep inside me everything was set in stone. I had fully accepted my new place in life, my true purpose. All I could ask for now was that he didn't have that long of a refractory period, I was already desperate for round 2.

(So, goodbye was more of a see you later I guess. When I wrote that post I truly believed that I just couldn't write a good story anymore. I had plenty of ideas that I could just not fully flesh out. Furthermore, I hadn't had the desire to write these types of stories in quite a long time. That brings us here though. 'Acceptance.' Acceptance has multiple meanings here actually. For one, I recently wrote another story that I had the drive to write out of nowhere. That story was only posted on OpenTGC and it was called 'Denial.' I'll be editing it and posting it on my other usual locations since I've now... accepted that though sometimes I'll be in a drought for story ideas I'll probably always come back at some point. I've also accepted that I can't force myself to write. I've known this for a long time but when I wasn't writing I almost felt... guilty? It makes no sense, but yeah, guilty. As if I owe it to everyone to put something out. I'm not going to do that anymore. If I'm not really into writing a story I just wont write and I wont feel bad about that anymore... hopefully. So yeah, I suppose I'm back. I hope you enjoyed reading this and I hope you enjoyed Denial aswell.)

(I wanted to explain more about Denial for those of you on OpenTGC. First off... I'm sorry I misled you a bit with it. I didn't want to post it on my normal account because I wasn't sure if that bit of inspiration was a one time thing or not. In an effort to further hide that it was me I also didn't edit it past the editing I do as I write. I of course also laid it out differently than I normally do. I wasn't sure just how distinct my writing style happened to be to readers so I did my best to change just enough so that with my misleading aside it would be unlikely that someone would realize it was me and think that I was back. Lastly, I wanted to say thank you for the support on that story, it really helped in me deciding to come back, knowing that I can actually still write good story regardless of the reputation I've built as SexyCaps. I know that's a ridiculous idea, that people only like my stories because of my account, but I've never been confident in my writing so stupid thoughts like that still worm their way into my head.)

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.

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. ^_^)

The New Me

"So what you're saying is that you found a glowing rock and suddenly had magic?"

"I think it's mainly the stone doing the magic but yeah, I guess so."

"So, the first thing you did with the 'magic' stone was turn me into a woman... What the hell is that about?"

"Well, I didn't mean for it to be you but I am incredibly horny."

"Well, change me back."

"Why don't you help me out here first, then I will."

What other choice did I have? If I wanted my dick back I'd have to help with his. I sat there stroking his cock for thirty minutes before he told me that he massively increased his stamina with the stone, and that I'd have to put it in a warmer place. Assuming he wasn't lying and not wanting to feel him inside a place I shouldn't have, I apprehensively wrapped my lips around his manhood. Minutes later he blew his load into my mouth. Instinctively I spit it out before demanding that he turn me back.

"What the fuck?! You better turn me back and make me a fucking millionaire after that."

"Oh calm down, if you weren't so hyper masculine I'm sure you'd love the taste."

"I'm not joking asshole."

"Fine, chill out, here."

With that I was back to normal, and when I checked my bank account I was considerably more well off. I thought after that I would never have to be in that position again, but, to my dismay, John seemed to have other plans. He did this same thing three more times over the course of the next week, each time giving me something in return. By the end of that week my crush was madly in love with me, I had a huge cock, and I could orgasm multiple times without fatiguing. I didn't want to admit it, but, I hated the experience a little less each time. It didn't stop there, every couple days I'd become a woman and each time I didn't need as compensation after. I even started getting into the blowjobs.

I had stopped even trying to give him handies, there wasn't much of a point anymore, he never came until he was in my mouth. This cycle continued for months, by the end of the second week though, I wasn't getting anything after turning back. By the end of the second month, I couldn't fuck my girlfriend without thinking of a cock. Month three and I spent more time as a woman than as a man. Soon after that I was asking to blow him instead of waiting for him to ask. I was blowing him and swallowing his cum three, four, five times a day even. I couldn't stop myself, If I didn't have my lips around his masterful cock I wasn't satisfied. That is, until he took my virginity. Knowing he still had the stone I insisted that he make himself able to orgasm multiple times so that he could thoroughly fuck my brains out. He of course had already done this, but had not told me. We had non-stop sex that day. By the end of it, I had been creampied twice and after that I had him finish in my mouth the rest of the day so that there would be less cleanup. I lost count of how many loads I had eagerly swallowed up like the slut I was. After two days of this my girlfriend came to our house trying to figure out why I wasn't responding to her texts or calls and found John filling my pussy with a sizable load of his cum.

"Why don't you clean up my cock while I explain what's going on to your girlfriend Alex."

"Gladly!" was all I said as I began savoring each drop that I was able to greedily lick off his cock.

"Belle, as you may have heard, this is Alex, your 'boyfriend'."

"He has been acting weird for a few weeks, what did you do to him?!"

"Well, I have this." John then grabbed the stone off the side table showing it to Belle.

"And what does a glowing rock have to do with anything?"

"It's not just a glowing rock, it's magical, that's why Alex is so enthralled by my cock."

"Don't get me wrong, I love Alex, but I fail to see how he... she will be satisfied with me anymore. She clearly loves cock now."

At this point I had to chime in. "I still love you Belle, I just, oh my god I love cock. It's soooooooo yummy." I had already spent for too long away from my sweet treat and immediately went back to my favorite pastime.

"See? She's a little cum slut now, she could never be happy with me now." Belle said holding back tears.

"That's where this comes in." He used the stone and I watched as my once petite, athletically built, adorable Belle grew. She gained about a foot before the rest of her body began molding into my new wet dream. Her body stayed athletically built but instead of breasts she now had pecs, her hair was much shorter, she had a chiseled jaw line, and of course and nice, big, yummy looking cock for me to play with to my heart's content.

"Thank you for making me fit his new preferences John but you still haven't told me what you did to Alex. I have to know."

"Fine, but first, Alex, why don't you go help Belle explore her new body."

I didn't even respond this time, I was too absorbed with Belle's delicious looking cock to think of anything else.

"At first, it was an accident, I didn't intend to do anything to Alex. As soon as he started sucking me off the first time I knew I couldn't be satisfied by another blowjob again. He was and as I'm sure you can tell still is an amazing cock sucker. Given his talents I couldn't let him go. So, I used the stone to make my cum addictive, just a little at first, I increased the addictiveness a bit more each time. Until eventually, he was mine, he was so obsessed with cum that he couldn't conceive how he ever lived without it. The rest was human nature."

I probably should've been pissed that John had done what he had done. I couldn't make myself mad though. Not when I still had such a yummy cock in my mouth. Soon I had Belle experiencing her first orgasm which was quickly followed by a second one confirming what I had hoped John made her like him in that regard. That's when John came up behind me and filled my ass while I continued with Belle's cock.

This instantly became my new favorite position, with my new boyfriend's cock in one end and my best friend's in the other, now, if only I had a third so I didn't have to leave out any of my very eager holes.

(Hi, I don't understand myself anymore. I enjoy writing these, I really do. I'm just so terrible at actually sitting down and writing that I never do it. When I do try to start, I can never think of anything. Even if I know exactly how I want the story to be told. I can have every story beat plotted out in my head and then just... not write, as if I can't come up with the words that I want to say. Then, there's times like this. I wrote this entire story in 2-3 hours and not once did I start feeling as if I couldn't put my thoughts down. Either way, regardless of my struggles with what I can only assume is writer's block, I hope you enjoyed the story. >_<)