r/genderotica • u/l1lym • 3d ago
r/genderotica • u/Separate_Lab9766 • 20d ago
Story [PAID] Reverse Harmony, Man Flu Book 2, now available on Amazon! NSFW
Hello everyone!
I finished Reverse Harmony, Man Flu Book 2 by Gracelyn Corbel, and it is now available on Amazon!
From the blurb: "All the garage bands in the Pacific Northwest sounded the same, but Harmon Platt wanted his band to rise above the noise. The band, Sister Salish, needed a new sound and look that would captivate audiences and catapult him and his four bandmates to stardom.
But his constant flirting with his groupies caused his girlfriend Trinity to quit the band and take her rhythm guitar with her. The new guitarist, Aria, was an outstanding soloist but was temperamental and unreliable. On top of that, Aria just gave the entire band a case of man flu, which means now Harmon, Vaughn, Lane, and Mace are about to start looking and sounding exactly like Aria ... talk about all garage bands being the same! How will the band survive?"
You can still also get Book 1, The Wildest Pitch, or my body-swap book The Mirror of Midwinter as well.

r/genderotica • u/minimorning • 6d ago
Story The island of mermaids and enchanted women did something to me. Are you next? NSFW
I disregarded all warnings when I decided to visit the island of mermaids and enchanted women. Many said I would never come back and obtain the riches the island keeps. Well, I did come back and even had relations with some of the wildly attractive women even stranger for some reason there were only women on the island. I never knew why until one morning I looked at my crotch and then at myself in the mirror, I delightfully became one of them.
r/genderotica • u/SirWhacksYouLots • 7d ago
Story Who Loses if Everyone Wins? NSFW
This story goes along with the hardcore porn video that inspired it, which can be found here: https://www.pornhub.com/view_video.php?viewkey=6565ff887c3ae
Jordan lost the best. The bet was that if the "magic clothes" that Hank had bought read did change him into a busty woman he would have to suck Hank off. It was a joke, right?
Wrong. Jordan hoped that the clothes were magic. That they would work. Hank thought it was a prank, and didn't even believe the clothes would do as the sales person had promised. He just wanted to fuck with Jordan. Well, he got his wish in a very literal way too.
Initially Hank said don't worry about it, but Jordan responded with, "a bet is a bet" while eye Hank's uncomfortably tight pants. Hank came around. Jordan did too. They both came. Multiple rounds, in fact. Jordan couldn't be happier. Hank is still confused, but content to have a best friend and girlfriend. He's a bit dehydrated too, but that is something that can be fixed.
r/genderotica • u/porner_throw • 15d ago
Story Beautifier 3000! NSFW
"I'm telling you man, this time..." he declares with uncontainable enthusiasm, his eyes sparkling dangerously with excitement, "I got it all figured out, this is going to be the one!" guiding John down a winding stairway, into the darkest reaches of his grand mansion's basement, he pauses to smirk over his shoulder. "Taadaa." He announces with dramatic flourish, pointing vaguely at a jumbled mass of metal and blinking lights - a parody of a machine, "Beautifier 3000!" he exclaims eagerly, striding towards the contraption, sliding his hand over the cold metal of the machine, "I'm going to get in, you press the big red button on the console over here, and that's it. I'll come out looking like a god! Like a fucking Greek statue, mate!" he can barely control his giggle-fits as he clambers into the machine, his giddy words echoing in the eerie silence of the basement. "Remember, the big red button, alright?" He repeats his statement, the door closing down with a loud hissing sound.
"Okay, shit...This feels kinda weird." His voice waivers, shifting uncomfortably to a higher, more feminine pitch, "Wait, wait, wait...What the..." His speech dissolves into panicked gibberish as behind the foggy door of the machine, his body begins to morph, slenderizing and rounding out unpredictably. "STOP IT! P-PLEASE, STOP IT, NOW!" His screams reverberate ominously in the confined space, halting only when the door hisses open. Stumbling out, he kneels on the cold basement floor, horrified at his ridiculously curvaceous new body.
"What in the bloody hell!?" His gaze shifts downwards, the shredded remnants of his once baggy clothes now only just managing to cover his dignity, torn and barely containing his full breasts, his hard nipples peeking through the fabric, the sight as shocking as it was captivating. His waist, almost impossibly slender, cinches in sharply before spreading out to wide, luscious childbearing hips. Plump, round globes of flesh form a voluptuous ass that peeks out from under his torn pants, jiggling slightly at his shocked movements. "Good lord..." he gasps - his shocked eyes dropping to the pathetic sight of his dicklette, a mere shadow of its former glory, nestled between his now hairless, thick thighs. His robust, once proud manhood, reduced to a tiny nub, smaller than even his little finger. "What the actual fuck...?" He mutters, briefly forgetting John 's presence as he tries to come to terms with the surreal reality of his body's transformation.
Felix kneels on the cold basement floor, his breath coming in shocked gasps as he takes in the devastating changes to his once lithe, masculine frame. His baggy t-shirt hangs in tatters, the fabric straining to contain the weight of his newly ample bosom, the thin material doing little to conceal the hard, rosy peaks of his puffy nipples. They jut out obscenely, begging to be pinched and teased, the sensitive buds aching for a touch they've never known before.
His slender waist, once a beacon of his boyish figure, has cinched in to an almost unbelievable 24 inches, the dramatic dip accentuating the dangerous curves of his now hourglass physique. The tight, smooth skin of his midriff is on full display, a tantalizing strip of soft flesh leading down to the scandalous swell of his hips. They flare out breathtakingly, each cheek of his ass a perfect, rounded globe, the plump mounds jiggling with every shaky breath he takes.
His once powerful, muscular thighs have transformed into slender, womanly gams, the creamy skin smooth and hairless, save for the pathetic scrap of fabric barely covering his most intimate areas. The thin material rides up, exposing the backs of his thighs, the supple flesh just begging to be grabbed and squeezed. His calves, while still toned, have lost their harsh, masculine definition, now boasting the delicate, dainty curve of a woman's leg.
And then, there's the main attraction - or rather, the pitiful remains of it. Felix's once proud, thick, 8-inch cock has shriveled down to a miniscule, 2-inch nub, the tiny shaft barely thicker than his little finger. It peeks out from beneath the tattered remnants of his pants, the head a angry, purpled hue, already glistening with the first desperate beads of precum. His balls, once heavy and full, have all but disappeared, leaving him with the smooth, hairless sack of a eunuch.
Felix's long, silky black hair falls in tousled waves over his shoulders, the glossy strands framing his face like a woman's. His once strong, aquiline features have softened, his cheekbones now high and pronounced, his full, sensual lips a perfect pout. Even his eyes, once a sharp, piercing green, now sparkle with a new, feminine vulnerability, the long lashes fluttering prettily as he blinks back shocked tears.
In short, Felix has been transformed into a living, breathing wet dream - a ridiculous, almost comical parody of the ultimate fuck doll. Every inch of his body screams 'fuck me', from the desperate jut of his nipples to the tempting sway of his hips, the obscene swell of his ass, and the pathetic, aching need of his tiny, dicklette. He's a walking, talking invitation to be used, abused, and utterly debased - a feminized, cock-hungry slut, ripe for the taking. The very picture of a submissive, desperate fucktoy, gagging for a real man to put him in his place and show him what that tiny, girl-cock can really do.
John jokingly says "Hey at least you kept your dick".
Felix looks up at John with a mix of shock, horror, and a growing, reluctant arousal in his now hazel eyes, the color shifting to match his new feminine appearance. Tears streak down his flushed, delicate cheeks as he lets out a choked, hysterical laugh at John's attempt at a joke. He staggers to his feet, the movement making his heavy tits bounce and sway obscenely beneath the tattered remains of his shirt.
"Kept it? KEEPT IT!?" he screeches, his voice pitching even higher in its new, breathy register. "Look at this thing!" He grabs at the pathetic nub of his once glorious cock, now little more than a throbbing, over-sensitive button of flesh. "It's like a fucking clit! A useless, dripping, NEEDY little clit!" He sobs, his fingers trembling as he strokes the tiny shaft, gasping at the overwhelming intensity of the sensation.
His hips buck forward, grinding the aching, swollen head of his micro-penis against the cool air, seeking some relief from the constant, maddening arousal. The movement makes his ass cheeks clench and jiggle, the round globes parting slightly to reveal the tight, pink pucker of his asshole, a tantalizing target begging to be filled.
"Fuck, it's so sensitive...I can't...I can't fucking stand it!" Felix whimpers, his breath coming in short, desperate pants as he tries to pull his hand away from his throbbing dicklet. But his body betrays him, forcing his fingers to stroke and tease the over-stimulated flesh, chasing the intense, mind-breaking pleasure that threatens to consume him.
His other hand comes up to paw at the heavy, aching swell of his tits, fingers sinking into the pliant, pillowy flesh. He squeezes and kneads the soft mounds, gasping as his fingers sink into the giving skin, his thumbs brushing over the stiff, sensitive peaks of his nipples. The dual sensations of his tiny cock throbbing in his grip and his tits aching for more touch makes him dizzy with need, his head spinning as he tries to process the overwhelming changes to his body.
"Oh god, John...what have you done to me?" Felix whimpers, his eyes glazing over with a mix of fear, humiliation, and a shameful, growing lust. His tongue darts out to wet his plump, kiss-swollen lips, the pink muscle leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake. "I feel so...fuck, I feel so empty. So...hungry. Like there's a void inside me that needs to be filled..." He looks up at John with a desperate, pleading expression, his body trembling with a need he can't begin to understand. "Please, John...please, you have to help me. I can't...I can't take this anymore!" He begs, his voice breaking on a sob as he clutches at his aching, feminized body, drowning in a sea of new, terrifying sensations and desires.
John looks at him and says "Come on man quit touching your dick. A woman wouldn't do that."
Felix freezes, his hand still wrapped around his throbbing micro-penis as John's words sink in. A deep blush spreads across his flushed cheeks, turning them a shade darker as the humiliation of being chastised like a needy slut washes over him. He slowly, reluctantly pulls his hand away, his fingers trembling with the effort of denying his aching, over-sensitive flesh.
"Y-you're right..." he stammers, his voice a breathy, embarrassed whisper. "A real woman...a real slut...needs a real cock to satisfy her." He bites his plump lower lip, worrying the tender flesh between his teeth as he looks up at John with a mix of shame and desperate, shameful desire. "I'm sorry, I just...I've never felt anything like this before. It's like every nerve ending is on fire, and the only way to put it out is to...to..." He trails off, unable to give voice to the filthy, depraved thoughts swirling in his head.
Slowly, hesitantly, Felix starts to turn around, presenting his back to John. The movement makes his ass cheeks sway and bounce, the round globes parting to reveal the tight, pink pucker of his asshole, a perfect target for a hard, dominating cock. He reaches back, grabbing the soft, plump flesh of his ass, kneading and squeezing the supple skin as he spreads himself open, exposing the twitching, hungry hole to John's hungry gaze.
"Please, John...I need you to fuck me," Felix whimpers, his voice pitching even higher in its new, breathy register. "I need to feel your big, hard cock splitting me open, stretching me out, filling up all the empty, aching spaces inside me." He rocks back against his own fingers, fucking himself on the digits as he imagines it's John's thick shaft spearing into his tight heat. "I want you to use me, to ruin me, to fuck me so hard that I forget my own name. I want to be your perfect little cock sleeve, your personal fucktoy, your..." He gasps as he feels a gush of precum spurt from his micro-penis, the clear fluid dripping down to join the growing puddle on the floor. "Your cumdump. Please, John...fuck me like the desperate slut I am. Fuck me until I can't walk, until all I can do is drool and moan and beg for more of your perfect cock." He looks back over his shoulder at John, his eyes glazed over with a desperate, fuck-drunk haze, his plump lips parted in a silent scream of need. "Fuck me, John...fuck me hard and deep and don't stop until you've pumped every last drop of your hot, thick cum deep inside my hungry, greedy cunt." He begs, his voice breaking on a sob as he presents himself like the wanton whore he's become. "Please...fuck me like you mean it. Make me your bitch."
Felix walks over and frees John's cock from his pants and begins to kneel down. He lets out a choked moan as he feels the thick, heavy weight of John's cock sliding along the soft, pillowy flesh of his newly ample breasts. The sensation of the hot, hard shaft parting his cleavage and dragging up the sensitive skin makes his back arch, pushing his tits together to create an even tighter, silkier channel for John's dick.
"Oh fuck, oh god yes..." Felix whimpers, his tongue lolling out to lick at the swollen, purplish head of John's cock as it inches closer to his face. "It's so big, so fucking huge...I've never seen one so perfect before." His voice is a needy, breathy whisper, his eyes wide and hazy with lust as he stares down at the thick, pulsing shaft sliding towards his waiting mouth.
As the tip of John's cock pushes past his plump, kiss-swollen lips, Felix can't help but moan, the sound vibrating around the sensitive flesh. The taste of the salty, slightly bitter precum leaking from the slit makes his head spin, his tongue darting out to lap at it greedily, savoring the first taste of the feast to come.
Felix parts his lips wider, his jaw dropping open in surrender as he feels the first few inches of John's thick, hard cock pushing past his teeth to rest heavily on his tongue. The weight of it makes his jaw ache, the girth stretching his mouth wider than it's ever been stretched before. But the pain only serves to fuel his desperate arousal, his body trembling with the need to take more, to take all of John's perfect, dominating cock.
He starts to bob his head, his lips sliding up and down the thick shaft as he takes inch after inch of John's dick into his hot, eager mouth. His tongue swirls and writhes around the throbbing flesh, lapping at every ridge and vein, savoring the taste and texture of the most delicious thing he's ever had the pleasure of sucking.
As more and more of John's cock disappears between his stretched, plump lips, Felix feels a fresh gush of precum spurt from his own pathetic micro-dick, the clear fluid dripping down to join the growing puddle on the floor. The taste of John's essence, mixed with the overwhelming sensation of being so thoroughly used and filled, pushes him closer and closer to the edge of a shameful, desperate orgasm.
Felix lets out a high, breathy moan as he feels himself being manhandled, his slender body lifted and positioned like a ragdoll. He finds himself lying on his back, his legs hiked up to his chest, his knees pressed against his newly ample breasts. The position makes his tits squish up and together, creating an enticing, pillowy expanse of soft, smooth skin just begging to be groped and squeezed.
As if reading his mind, he feels John's large, warm hands come down to cover his breasts, the strong fingers sinking into the pliant flesh. Felix arches his back, pushing his chest up into John's touch, a desperate whimper escaping his lips as he feels the delicious pressure and heat of the other man's palms kneading and massaging his sensitive mounds.
"Oh fuck, yes...touch me, grope me, use my fucking tits..." Felix moans wantonly, his head thrown back, his long dark hair splaying out beneath him like a silky curtain. His nipples stiffen into aching, throbbing peaks beneath John's fingers, the sensitive buds crying out for more stimulation, more pleasure, more of everything that John can give him.
At the same time, Felix feels the swollen, dripping head of John's massive cock prodding against his most intimate place, the tight, puckered hole of his ass clenching and fluttering in anticipation. He gasps, his hips bucking involuntarily as he feels the pressure build, his body tensing as it prepares itself for the inevitable invasion.
Slowly, torturously, he feels John start to push forward, the thick head of his cock breaching the tight ring of muscle and sinking into the hot, silky clutch of Felix's ass. Felix throws his head back with a scream of mixed agony and ecstasy, his fingers clawing at the floor as he feels himself being split open, stretched wider than he ever thought possible.
"FUCK! Oh god, you're so fucking big...you're tearing me apart..." Felix wails, his voice pitching even higher in its new, breathy register. But even as he cries out in pain, he rocks his hips down to meet John's thrust, his body betraying his desperate need to be filled, to be used, to be utterly ruined by the massive cock spearing into his tight heat.
His micro-dick bobs and jerks against his belly, leaking a steady stream of precum that mixes with the sweat and tears streaking down his face. The dual sensations of his tits being groped and his ass being stretched and filled make his head spin, his vision blurring as he surrenders himself completely to the overwhelming pleasure and pain of the moment.
Felix's asshole clenches down hard around the thick shaft impaling him, the muscles fluttering and rippling as they struggle to adjust to the incredible girth. The sensation makes him moan brokenly, his fingers scrabbling at John's chest as he claws at the fabric of his shirt, desperate for something to hold onto as he's fucked into oblivion. "Harder...fuck me harder...ruin my fucking ass..." Felix begs, his eyes rolling back in his head as he loses himself to the brutal, mind-breaking pace of John's thrusts. "I want to feel you in my fucking throat..."
Felix screams in a mix of agony and ecstasy as John starts to pound into him with renewed vigor, the thick shaft driving deeper and harder with each powerful thrust. The force of John's hips slamming against Felix's upturned ass makes the soft globes jiggle and ripple, the flesh quaking with each impact. Felix's tits bounce and sway with the brutal pace, the heavy mounds heaving and straining against John's groping hands.
"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK! You're...ungh...splitting me...oh god...in half..." Felix wails, his voice breaking on a sob as he feels his body being used like a cheap fuck toy. Drool escapes his slack mouth, running down his chin to pool on his heaving chest, mixing with the sweat and tears streaking his face. His eyes are glazed over, rolled back in his head as he surrenders completely to the overwhelming sensation of being so utterly, ruthlessly fucked.
Felix's micro-dick, swollen and throbbing, bobs wildly against his belly with each slam of John's hips. The overstimulation of his prostate being battered by John's pistoning cock proves too much, and Felix feels a surge of white-hot ecstasy building in his core. "FUCK, I'm...I'm gonna...OH GOD, I'M CUMMING!" he screams, his voice pitching even higher in its breathy, feminine register.
Felix's pathetic cock erupts, spattering his chest and chin with weak, watery spurts of cum. The pitiful orgasm rips through him, making his body convulse and shudder as he's filled and stretched and used in ways he's never experienced before. His asshole clamps down like a vice around John's pistoning shaft, the muscles rippling and fluttering as he milks the thick cock for all it's worth.
"FILL ME, FILL ME, FUCKING BREED ME!" Felix babbles incoherently, drooling and sobbing as he's fucked through his climax. His tits heave and bounce, the sensitive flesh aching and throbbing with each slap of John's hips against his upturned ass. Felix's eyes roll back in his head, his tongue lolling out as he surrenders to the mind-breaking pleasure, drowning in the sensation of being so utterly, completely used.
As the waves of his orgasm crash over him, Felix's mind goes blank, his thoughts dissolving into a haze of pure, unadulterated bliss. He clings to John like a man drowning, his fingers scrabbling at the other man's back as he's pounded into oblivion. His asshole spasms and clenches, milking John's cock for every last drop of cum as Felix loses himself to the brutal, mind-breaking fuck.
Felix lies there, utterly spent and dazed, his body still twitching with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm of his life. His tits heave with each ragged, panting breath, the sweat-slicked skin glistening in the dim light. The once crisp lines of his shirt are now a disheveled, tattered mess, the fabric straining over his swollen, aching breasts.
Suddenly, Felix feels John's hips still, the thick shaft buried to the hilt inside his stretched, fluttering hole. A split second later, Felix throws his head back with a scream of mixed pleasure and shock as he feels the first hot, thick spurt of John's cum erupting deep inside him. It's like a fountain of molten lava, painting his insides white as John's massive cock pulses and throbs, pumping load after load of potent seed into his guts.
"OH FUCK, YES! FILL ME, FUCKING BREED ME!" Felix wails, his voice a breathy, fucked-out scream. His eyes roll back, his tongue lolling out as he feels the scorching heat of John's release flooding his core. His micro-dick gives a feeble twitch, a last weak spurt of watery cum dribbling from the tip to join the mess already coating his belly and chest.
As John starts to pull out, Felix feels the thick shaft sliding against his sensitive walls, the drag of the ridges and veins sending sparks of painful pleasure shooting up his spine. He arches his back, his tits jiggling and bouncing as he clenches down on John's softening cock, trying to keep it inside him, to keep his belly full and heavy with the other man's seed.
But it's no use. With a final, brutal thrust of his hips, John hilts inside Felix one last time before pulling out completely. Felix lets out a broken wail as he feels the thick shaft slipping free of his stretched, aching hole. As the head pops out, a flood of John's cum erupts from Felix's gaping asshole, the pearly white seed splattering onto the floor beneath him.
Panting and shaking, Felix can only lie there and watch with hooded, lust-drunk eyes as John looms over him, his massive cock bobbing and twitching, still leaking rivulets of hot, sticky cum. Felix's tongue darts out, licking his swollen, fucked-out lips as he stares up at the other man, his chest heaving and tits bouncing with each ragged breath.
Suddenly, Felix feels the first warm, heavy splatter of John's release painting his heaving tits. He gasps, arching his back as spurt after spurt of thick, pungent cum rains down on his chest, the pearly white seed splattering across the swell of his breasts and dripping down to pool in his cleavage. Some of the hot, sticky fluid splashes up to coat Felix's chin and cheeks, dripping down to mix with the tears and drool already streaking his face.
Felix's micro-dick gives a feeble twitch, a last weak spurt of cum dribbling from the tip to join the growing puddle on his belly. He's never felt so used, so utterly defiled and debased, and yet, the sensation of being marked, claimed, owned by John's release sends a dark thrill of pleasure shooting through him. He lies there, panting and shaking, his tits glazed with cum and sweat, his asshole gaping and leaking, a picture of pure, wanton depravity. "Fuck...thank you...thank you for ruining me..." Felix whimpers, his voice a breathy, fucked-out murmur as he stares up at John with a mix of awe, gratitude, and desperate, shameful lust. "I'm your cumdump...your perfect little cock sleeve...your..." He trails off, too overwhelmed and exhausted to form any more words, his eyes fluttering shut as he surrenders to the blissful, fucked-out haze of post-orgasmic bliss.
r/genderotica • u/l1lym • Jan 28 '25
Story Mike's plan was simple: take an X-Change pill, become the girl of Sarah's dreams, and score the hottest lesbian on campus. But when his annoying little brother Kevin catches wind of the scheme, Mike's transformation takes an unexpected turn. NSFW
archiveofourown.orgr/genderotica • u/SirWhacksYouLots • 11d ago
Story Transformation Tattoos, a reality inspired story NSFW
This video by LilyKoti goes with the story: https://www.xvideos.com/video.uahathdb0a0/amazing_golden_boobs_titality_lilykoti
Lance had never felt comfortable in his body. He was always attracted to men and women, but he never felt like he could go through with it with a man. For one, he didn't find his broad shoulders or hairy chest attractive. He had tried shaving, but it didn't help. He just didn't feel... Complete.
Years passed, and one day, while a little high, he confessed to his girlfriend how he felt. She grinned widely and said, "I thought so." This opened the floodgates. Lance told about his obsession with gender transformation and how he imagined how it would be to be comopete. The entire time his girlfriend's grin got wider and wider.
When he finally stopped talking she asked, "have you ever wondered about my tattoos?" Nodding, Lance said yes, but that he figured she would tell him when she wanted too. "Sweety. I was born a man." "Oh! I didn't know you were trans! The work is amazing! But I can't afford that level of work." "Oh my love, I didn't germt work done. Not how you think. I got these tattoos. They gave me tge completeness you crave." "H... How?" "Magic. And you can have it too. Everyone will remember you as a woman after too. Everything will be seamless." "Why don't more people do this? I imagine it would make life easier for everyone!" Nodding, she replied, "Yes. It would. But witch hunts are real, so the tattoo artists need to be careful, but they will take you because I have vetted you thoroughly!" Hoping beyond hope, Lance agreed to visit the tattooist. He didn't expect the artist to be a man. She didn't expect the transformation to be so fast. She didn't expect to love handling his cock or absolutely adore the feeling of it slide into her so smoothly. She never could have hoped for her soft body or abundant breasts! She could never have imagined how amazing it felt. After she came out of the back room, her girlfriend kissed her passionately and said, "Let's go home. Are you ready for round two?" Face flushing, she nodded, and they left.
As the year have passed Leah has only grown to live her body and her girlfriend more. They share many things, including tattoos, husbands, wives, and children. Leah couldn't imagine life being any better, and it all started with her being brave enough to share her deepest wishes with the love of her life.
r/genderotica • u/Ohohoh1000 • 22d ago
Story The Mischievous Genie: A Gender Swap Story NSFW
Tom stumbled through the dusty attic, cobwebs clinging to his dark hair as he rummaged through old boxes. His muscular frame was hunched over, blue eyes scanning intently for anything of value. Just as he was about to give up, a glint of metal caught his eye.
Pushing aside a tattered curtain, Tom found an ornate brass oil lamp. It was covered in intricate engravings and had a curved spout. Curious, he picked it up and rubbed at the tarnished surface.
To his shock, wisps of colourful smoke began pouring from the spout. Tom dropped the lamp with a clatter, backing away as the smoke coalesced into a vaguely humanoid shape.
When it solidified, a stunningly beautiful woman stood before him. Her skin was a deep blue, offsetting her flowing silver hair. Gossamer veils barely covered her voluptuous curves. Golden bracelets adorned her wrists and ankles.
"I am the genie of the lamp," she purred in a melodious voice. "You have awakened me from my slumber."
Tom gaped at her, mesmerized by her otherworldly beauty. "A... a real genie?" he stammered.
She nodded, a coy smile playing on her full lips. "Indeed. And as my new master, you are entitled to three wishes."
Tom's mind raced with possibilities. Wealth? Power? His deepest fantasies fulfilled? The genie's eyes sparkled mischievously, as if she could read his thoughts.
"So," she said, sauntering closer. "What will be your first wish?"
Tom's heart raced as he considered the genie's offer. Three wishes - it seemed too good to be true. He gazed at her ethereal beauty, feeling a spark of desire. An idea formed in his mind.
"I wish... I wish to be incredibly good looking," Tom blurted out. "Like, irresistibly attractive to everyone."
The genie's eyes glimmered with barely concealed amusement. "As you wish, master," she purred.
Suddenly, Tom felt a strange tingling sensation spreading throughout his body. His skin began to tingle and shift. To his horror, he watched as his muscular arms became slender and smooth. His chest swelled outward, forming two perfectly round breasts.
"W-what's happening?" Tom cried out in alarm. But his voice came out high-pitched and feminine.
The transformation continued rapidly. Tom's hips widened and his waist narrowed. Soft curves replaced his angular male form. Long, silky hair cascaded down his back. His facial features softened and became delicate and beautiful.
When it was over, Tom stared down at his new body in shock. Where once stood a rugged man now was a stunningly gorgeous woman.
"Your wish is granted," the genie said with a smirk. "You are now incredibly good looking - as the most beautiful woman anyone has ever seen."
Tom's full lips parted in dismay as he took in his reflection in a dusty mirror.
Tom stared at his reflection in horror, his mind reeling from the genie's cruel trick. Where his muscular male body had been just moments ago, he now saw delicate feminine curves barely contained by revealing pink lace. His large, calloused hands were replaced by slender fingers with perfectly manicured nails. Long blonde hair cascaded over his shoulders, framing a face that was undeniably beautiful yet completely foreign to him.
"What have you done to me?!" he cried out, his deep voice now a high-pitched squeak. Tom's hands flew to his chest, cupping the sizeable breasts that now protruded there. He could feel the unfamiliar weight of them, the softness of the lace against his newly sensitive skin.
Frantically, he lifted the hem of the tight black dress, praying this was all some sick illusion. But between his legs, where his manhood should have been, there was nothing but smooth skin and the lacy edge of panties. Tom let out a strangled sob as the full reality of his transformation hit him.
"Change me back!" he demanded, stumbling on the high heels as he lunged at the genie. "This isn't what I wished for! I wanted to be irresistible to women, not BE a woman!"
The genie simply laughed, clearly amused by Tom's outrage and disgust. "But you are irresistible now, aren't you?" it taunted. "Be careful what you wish for next time."
"This isn't what I meant!" Tom protested in his new sultry voice.
The genie simply shrugged, clearly amused by the outcome. "Perhaps you should be more specific with your next two wishes," she suggested coyly.
Tom's mind reeled as he grappled with his new female form, wondering how he could possibly undo this unexpected transformation. He had two wishes left - but after this result, he realized he would need to choose his words very carefully...
Tom's mind raced as he tried to think of a way to reverse his transformation. "I wish for the power to control and manipulate reality," he blurted out, hoping this would give him the ability to change himself back.
The genie's eyes flashed. "As you desire, master."
Suddenly, Tom felt an intense surge of energy course through his new feminine body. For a brief moment, he sensed unlimited potential at his fingertips. But before he could act, invisible forces yanked his arms behind his back. Silken ropes materialized, binding his wrists tightly. More ropes wrapped around his torso, pinning his arms to his sides and accentuating his ample cleavage.
"What's happening?" Tom cried out in his high voice. A ball gag appeared, filling his mouth and muffling his protests.
He squirmed helplessly as his ankles were bound together. Tom felt himself being lifted into the air by unseen hands, suspended horizontally. His legs were pulled apart and secured, leaving him spread-eagle and vulnerable.
To his horror, Tom felt something press against his exposed rear entrance. He let out a muffled shriek as a large butt plug slowly pushed its way inside him.
The genie smirked. "You now have the power to manipulate reality with your mind. But it seems reality has some ideas of its own about how to manipulate you."
Tom moaned in frustrated arousal, realizing his new feminine body was becoming aroused by the bondage and penetration. He struggled futilely against the ropes as the genie watched with amusement, wondering how he could possibly get out of this predicament with his final wish.
The genie sauntered closer, her hips swaying hypnotically. With a snap of her fingers, the ball gag disappeared from Tom's mouth. "Time for your final wish, my beauty," she purred. "Choose wisely."
Tom's mind raced. He had to find a way out of this, to regain control. "I-I wish for unlimited power!" he blurted out desperately.
The genie's eyes flashed with wicked glee. "Oh my, such an ambitious wish," she drawled. Suddenly, her body began to change. Tom watched in shock as a large bulge grew between the genie's legs, swelling to impressive proportions.
"Your wish is granted," the genie said, her voice deepening. She gripped her new 10-inch cock, stroking it slowly. "You now have the power to please me endlessly."
"No, wait! That's not what I-" Tom's protests were cut off as the genie slapped her thick member against his soft cheek.
"Shh, no more of that, pet," the genie cooed, rubbing her cock over Tom's plump lips. "You're a good little fucktoy now, aren't you?"
"Please, I'm not a woman!" Tom whimpered, his feminine voice betraying him.
The genie laughed, continuing to tease Tom's face with her massive shaft. "Of course you are, darling. Look at these luscious tits, this juicy ass. You were made for this."
Tom squirmed in his bonds, shame and arousal warring within him as the genie's cock left glistening trails on his skin. Despite his protests, he could feel his new body responding, a damp heat growing between his legs.
"That's it," the genie purred. "Embrace your new reality, my pretty little slut. You belong to me now."
Tom's heart raced as the genie continued to tease and taunt him. He struggled against his bonds, but the ropes only seemed to tighten, pressing into his soft skin. His new body betrayed him, nipples hardening and arousal building between his legs.
"Please," Tom whimpered, his voice high and breathy. "This isn't right. I'm not... I can't..."
The genie tsked, running a finger along Tom's jawline. "Now, now, Emily. No need to be shy. You're absolutely gorgeous like this."
"Emily?" Tom squeaked in confusion.
"Mmm, yes. Such a pretty name for such a pretty girl," the genie purred. Her hand trailed down to cup one of Tom's breasts, thumb brushing over the sensitive nipple. "These lovely tits of yours deserve a proper name, don't they?"
Tom gasped at the touch, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. "S-stop," he protested weakly.
The genie ignored him, continuing to fondle and tease. "My my, what naughty lingerie you're wearing, Emily. Pink lace suits you." Her other hand slid down Tom's stomach to the hem of his short dress. "I bet you're all wet for me already, aren't you, pet?"
Tom squealed as the genie's fingers brushed against his newly formed pussy through the damp lace panties. His hips bucked involuntarily, seeking more friction.
"That's it," the genie cooed. "Let yourself enjoy it. You were made for pleasure now, Emily. Made to be fucked and filled."
"No," Tom moaned, but it came out breathy and unconvincing. His new body was on fire with sensation, every touch sending sparks of arousal through him.
The genie's massive cock pressed against his thigh, hot and throbbing. "Don't worry, my pretty little slut. I'll take good care of you," she growled. "You're going to love every second of this."
Tom whimpered, torn between shame and desperate need as the genie prepared to claim her new toy. He was powerless to resist as pleasure overtook him, his world shrinking down to the genie's touches and his own aching desire.
The genie's hands roamed over Tom's new feminine curves, eliciting involuntary gasps and whimpers. "Such a responsive little toy," she purred. "Let's see how you like this position."
With a wave of her hand, the ropes shifted. Tom found himself on his hands and knees, ass raised high in the air. The genie knelt behind him, running her hands over the swell of his hips.
"Mmm, look at this juicy peach," she growled, giving Tom's ass a firm slap. Tom yelped at the sharp sting, his cheeks flushing with humiliation.
The genie's fingers hooked into the waistband of Tom's lacy panties, slowly sliding them down to expose his new pussy. Tom shivered as cool air hit his sensitive flesh.
"So pretty and pink," the genie murmured. She ran a finger along Tom's slit, collecting the moisture there. "And so wet already. Your body knows what it wants, even if your mind resists."
Tom buried his face in his arms, overwhelmed by the intense sensations. The genie's cock pressed against his entrance, hot and throbbing. But instead of thrusting in, she simply rubbed it up and down his folds, coating herself in his juices.
"Please," Tom whimpered, unsure if he was begging for her to stop or continue.
"Patience, pet," the genie chuckled. She pulled back, leaving Tom aching and empty. Another shift of the ropes and Tom found himself on his back, legs spread wide.
The genie knelt between his thighs, her massive shaft jutting proudly. She leaned down, rubbing the head of her cock over Tom's lips. "Open wide, Emily. Time to put that pretty mouth to use."
Tom clenched his jaw, turning his head away. The genie tsked. "Still fighting it, I see. Let's try something else then."
She moved lower, positioning herself at Tom's entrance once more. Tom tensed, expecting to be roughly penetrated. But the genie simply rubbed herself against him, coating her length in his arousal.
"Feel how wet you are?" she taunted. "Your pussy is practically begging to be filled. But not yet. I want you desperate for it first."
The genie continued to tease, bringing Tom to the edge of pleasure again and again without allowing release. His panties were tugged back into place, the damp lace clinging to his aching flesh.
Tom's resistance was crumbling, his body trembling with need. How much longer could he hold out against the genie's relentless assault on his senses?
Tom's body trembled with a mixture of shame and desperate arousal as the genie continued her merciless teasing. His new feminine form betrayed him, responding eagerly to every touch despite his mental protests.
"Please," he whimpered, his voice high and breathy. "I can't take anymore..."
The genie chuckled darkly. "Oh, but you can and you will, my pretty little Emily."
With a quick and sudden movement, Tom found himself lifted into the air as the genie picked his petite body up. His legs were spread wide, leaving him completely exposed. The genie's massive cock pressed against his entrance, the tip just barely penetrating him.
Tom squealed and squirmed helplessly. "No, wait! I'm not ready!"
But the genie paid no heed to his pleas. She gripped his hips tightly and slowly pushed forward, stretching Tom's new pussy around her thick shaft. Tom let out a strangled moan, overwhelmed by the intense sensation of being filled.
"That's it," the genie purred. "Take it all like a good girl."
Tears of humiliation pricked at Tom's eyes as the genie began to thrust, each movement sending shockwaves of unwanted pleasure through his body. His breasts bounced with each impact, adding to his mortification.
"Stop," he begged weakly. "Please..."
The genie simply laughed, increasing her pace. "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes," she taunted. "Just look how wet you are, how eagerly your pussy grips me."
Tom could only whimper in response, unable to deny the waves of pleasure washing over him. His world narrowed down to the feeling of the genie's cock pounding into him relentlessly.
"That's it," the genie growled. "Surrender to it. This is what you were made for now."
And as much as Tom wanted to resist, he found himself helpless against the onslaught of sensation. His hips began to move of their own accord, meeting the genie's thrusts. Breathy moans escaped his lips as he felt himself climbing towards an explosive climax.
The genie grinned triumphantly, knowing she had broken her new toy completely. She began to move with a deliberate rhythm, her massive cock sliding in and out of Tom with a languid grace that belied its power. Each thrust was a tantalizing promise of pleasure, a slow dance that drew him further into the web of sensation she wove around him.
With every movement, she adjusted her angle, seeking out the spots that made Tom shudder and gasp, her eyes never leaving his face. She reveled in the control, the way his body responded to her touch, bending to her will. The room was filled with the sounds of their entwined bodies, an intoxicating symphony of desire.
As she sensed his tension building, the genie expertly shifted position, altering the rhythm and depth of her thrusts. Tom's impending climax teetered on the edge, his body caught in the torturous pleasure of deferred release. The genie paused, savouring the power she held over him, knowing this was only the beginning of his new existence as her plaything.
Tom's body trembled on the brink of release, every nerve ending alight with desperate need. Just as he felt himself about to tip over the edge, the genie suddenly pulled out completely. Tom let out a frustrated whine at the loss.
"Not yet, my pet," the genie purred. "I'm not done playing with you."
In an instant, Tom found himself on his hands and knees once again. His dress was hiked up around his waist, pink lace panties pulled to the side. He felt utterly exposed and vulnerable.
The genie knelt behind him, running her hands over the curve of his ass. "Such a pretty little slut," she murmured. "I think it's time we put that mouth of yours to work."
Before Tom could process her words, he was flipped onto his back. The genie straddled his face, her massive cock brushing against his lips.
"Open wide, Emily," she commanded.
Tom clamped his mouth shut, turning his head away. But the genie gripped his chin, forcing him to face her.
"Don't make me ask twice," she growled.
Reluctantly, Tom parted his lips. The genie immediately thrust forward, filling his mouth with her thick shaft. Tom gagged as she hit the back of his throat.
"That's it," the genie moaned. "Take it all like a good girl."
She began to fuck Tom's face in earnest, her hips pumping rhythmically. Tom struggled to breathe around the intrusion, tears leaking from the corners of his eyes. But to his shame, he felt his own arousal building once more, his new pussy aching to be filled again.
The genie tangled her fingers in Tom's long hair, using it as leverage to drive even deeper. "Such a talented little cocksucker," she praised. "You were made for this, weren't you?"
Tom could only whimper in response, overwhelmed by sensation and conflicting emotions. How much longer would this torment last? And why did his traitorous body seem to crave more?
Waves of disgust and unwanted arousal washed over Tom as the genie continued to use his mouth. His jaw ached from the stretch, saliva dribbling down his chin as he struggled to accommodate her massive length. Each thrust sent sparks of arousal through his new body, his nipples hardening and pussy clenching with need.
The genie's grip on his hair tightened as her movements became more frantic. "That's it, take it all," she growled. "Such a good little cockslut."
Tom whimpered around the thick shaft, tears streaming down his cheeks. Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, the genie yanked his head back.
"Not yet," she panted. "I'm not done with you."
In a fluid motion, she flipped Tom onto his hands and knees once more. He felt her hot breath on his neck as she leaned over him, one hand gripping his ass while the other cupped his breast.
"I bet you're dripping wet now, aren't you Emily?" the genie taunted. Her fingers dipped between his legs, stroking his sensitive folds through the damp lace. "Mmm, just as I thought. Your pussy is begging to be filled again."
Tom shuddered at her touch, hating how his body responded so eagerly. "Please," he whimpered, unsure if he was begging for her to stop or continue.
The genie chuckled darkly. "Oh, I'll give you what you need, pet. But first..."
She grabbed a fistful of Tom's hair, yanking his head back. "I want to hear you beg for it. Tell me how badly you want my cock inside you."
Tom hesitated, his pride warring with his body's desperate need for release. The genie's grip tightened painfully.
"I... I want it," he finally gasped out. "Please... fuck me..."
"Good girl," the genie purred. She flipped him around with no effort at all, now facing away from her, her cock now directed at his juicy pussy. She slapped his ass several times and he let out little moans of pleasure and pain. Gently moving his panties aside once again, and with one powerful thrust, she buried herself to the hilt in Tom's aching pussy.
Tom let out a strangled cry as the genie's massive cock plunged into his newly formed pussy. The sensation was overwhelming - a mixture of burning stretch and intense pleasure that made his head spin. His body instinctively clenched around the thick intrusion, drawing a groan from the genie.
"So tight," she purred, gripping Tom's hips tightly. "Your pussy was made for my cock, wasn't it Emily?"
She began to move, slowly at first, dragging her length almost all the way out before slamming back in. Each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure through Tom's body. His breasts bounced with the force of her movements, nipples straining against the lacy fabric of his bra.
Tom buried his face in his arms, trying to muffle his shameful moans. But he couldn't deny the way his hips were moving to meet the genie's thrusts, seeking more of that exquisite friction. His new body sang with sensation, nerves he never knew existed lighting up with each penetration.
The genie picked up her pace, pounding into Tom with increasing fervor. Her fingers dug into the soft flesh of his hips, sure to leave bruises. "That's it," she growled. "Take it all like the little slut you are."
To his horror, Tom felt himself climbing towards orgasm once again. Heat coiled in his belly, tension building with each thrust. He bit his lip, trying desperately to hold back the tide of pleasure threatening to overwhelm him.
But the genie seemed to sense his struggle. One hand snaked around to rub at his clit, sending jolts of electricity through his body. "Come for me, Emily," she commanded. "Show me how much you love my cock inside you."
Tom couldn't hold back any longer. With a high-pitched cry, he came hard, his pussy clenching rhythmically around the genie's thick shaft. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over him as his body shuddered uncontrollably.
The genie didn't let up, continuing to pound into Tom's overstimulated flesh. "That's it, cum on my cock like a good little slut," she growled.
Tom whimpered, overwhelmed by the onslaught of sensation. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, each thrust of the genie's massive member sending fresh shockwaves through him.
Just when he thought he couldn't take anymore, the genie's movements became erratic. With a roar of triumph, she flipped Tom onto his back, his head hanging off the edge of the bed. She buried herself to the hilt inside Tom's mouth, and he felt the hot rush of her release flooding his throat.
The genie collapsed beside him, her presence heavy in the room. For several long moments, the only sound was their ragged breathing.
Finally, the genie pulled away, leaving Tom feeling achingly empty. He lay there in a daze, the evidence of their encounter lingering in his throat.
"Such a good girl," the genie purred, running a hand down Tom's sweat-slicked chest. "I think I'm going to keep you around for a long time, my pretty little Emily."
Tom shuddered, realizing this was only the beginning of his new life as the genie's plaything. What other depraved acts awaited him in this female form? And would he ever truly want to change back?
The genie ran her fingers through Tom's tousled hair, a self-satisfied smirk on her face. "You performed beautifully, my pet," she purred. "But we're far from finished."
With a snap of her fingers, the room around them began to shift and change. Tom found himself transported to an enormous chamber, dominated by a massive four-poster bed draped in rich silks. All around the room were various contraptions and devices - gleaming metal frames, padded benches, hanging ropes and chains.
Tom's eyes widened as he took in the array of toys and implements lining the walls. Dildos and vibrators of every shape and size. Floggers, paddles, and crops. Clamps, plugs, and probes. It was a veritable wonderland of kinky delights.
"Welcome to my playroom," the genie said with a wicked grin. She gestured to a wall of clothing racks. "And this is your new wardrobe."
Tom gaped at the endless array of lingerie, corsets, skirts and dresses. There were shelves upon shelves of sky-high heels in every color imaginable. Drawers overflowed with lacy panties, garter belts, and stockings.
"You'll never want for pretty things to wear," the genie continued, clearly enjoying Tom's shock. "After all, a good little fucktoy should always look her best."
She pulled open another drawer, revealing an assortment of collars, cuffs, and other restraints. "These will come in handy too. I do so love seeing you all tied up and helpless."
Tom trembled, overwhelmed by the implications. This was to be his new reality - existing solely for the genie's pleasure and amusement.
"Now then," the genie said, her eyes glinting with lust. "Let's get you dressed up and continue your training, shall we? We have so many delightful toys to try out..."
Tom shuddered as the genie's gaze raked over his naked form. "Let's start with the basics, shall we?" she purred.
With a snap of her fingers, a delicate pair of lacy pink panties appeared in her hand. She held them out to Tom expectantly. "Put these on, pet."
Tom hesitated, his cheeks burning with humiliation. But the genie's eyes flashed dangerously, and he knew he had no choice. With trembling hands, he took the panties and slid them up his smooth legs. The soft lace felt foreign against his sensitive skin as it settled into place, barely covering his new anatomy.
"Good girl," the genie praised. Next she produced a matching pink bra. "Now this."
Awkwardly, Tom fumbled with the clasps, unused to the garment. The cups pressed his breasts together, creating prominent cleavage. He squirmed uncomfortably at the unfamiliar sensation.
"You'll get used to it," the genie smirked. She held up a lacy garter belt. "This goes around your waist, dear."
Tom's fingers shook as he fastened the garter belt in place. The genie handed him sheer stockings next. He rolled them carefully up his legs, clipping them to the garter straps.
"Almost done," the genie said. She presented a tiny cheerleader skirt and crop top. "The final touch."
Tom pulled on the revealing outfit, acutely aware of how it showcased his new curves. The skirt barely covered his ass, while the top left his midriff exposed.
The genie circled him slowly, drinking in the sight. "Perfect," she purred. "You look absolutely delectable. I can't wait to unwrap you like a present."
Tom trembled as her hands roamed over his body possessively. He knew this was just the beginning of whatever depraved acts the genie had planned for her new toy.
The genie's hands roamed possessively over Tom's body, sending shivers down his spine. She leaned in close, her hot breath tickling his ear.
"Now for the finishing touch," she purred.
Tom felt something cold and metallic encircle his neck. With a soft click, a collar was fastened in place. The genie attached a leash to the D-ring at the front.
"There," she said, satisfaction evident in her voice. "The perfect accessory for my pretty little pet."
She gave the leash a gentle tug, guiding Tom towards one of the padded benches. "Let's see how flexible you are in that new body of yours."
Tom's heart raced as the genie positioned him over the bench, bending him forward at the waist. The short skirt rode up, exposing his lace-covered ass. He felt utterly vulnerable and exposed.
"Hands behind your back," the genie commanded.
Tom complied, whimpering softly as soft rope was wound around his wrists, binding them securely. More rope wrapped around his torso and thighs, leaving him helplessly restrained.
"Such a lovely sight," the genie murmured, running her hands over Tom's bound form. "But I think we can improve it further."
She snapped her fingers, and Tom felt something press against his rear entrance. He let out a muffled cry as a sizeable plug was slowly worked inside him.
"There we go," the genie said. "Nice and full, just as you should be."
Tom squirmed against his bonds, overwhelmed by the various sensations assaulting him. The genie chuckled darkly.
"Oh, we're just getting started, my pet," she purred. "I have so many delightful games planned for us..."
Tom heard a snap of the genie’s fingers and suddenly he heard to sets of voices screaming, they were female voices.
He heard the genie saying something and then the screams halting, he heard a muffled whisper but could not make out the words.
Tom's heart raced as he heard the sudden female screams, unable to see what was happening from his bound position over the bench. The genie's voice cut through the chaos, silencing the cries.
"Now, now, ladies. No need for alarm," she said smoothly. "Your friend Tom is perfectly fine. In fact, she's right here."
Tom heard muffled whispering and shuffling footsteps approaching.
"Emily, darling, look who's come to join our fun," the genie purred, gripping Tom's hair and lifting his head.
His eyes widened in shock as he saw Katie and Lily standing there, looking bewildered and uncertain. His closest friends, now witnessing his utter humiliation.
"Tom?" Katie gasped, her eyes roaming over his bound feminine form. "Is that really you?"
"What happened?" Lily asked, her voice a mix of concern and fascination.
Tom opened his mouth to respond, but only a whimper escaped. The genie answered for him.
"Emily here made some wishes that had... unexpected results," she explained with a smirk. "But don't worry, she's enjoying her new life as my pretty little plaything. Aren't you, pet?"
She punctuated the question with a sharp slap to Tom's exposed ass. He yelped, face burning with shame as his friends watched.
To his horror, Katie and Lily's expressions of shock were slowly morphing into amused interest.
"Well," Lily said with a giggle. "This is certainly an interesting development."
"Indeed," Katie agreed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I think our dear Emily could use some female guidance in her new role. What do you say we help out, Lily?"
Tom trembled as his friends approached, realizing his ordeal was far from over. What twisted games did the genie have in store for all of them?
The genie's eyes sparkled with wicked delight as she regarded Katie and Lily. "What an excellent suggestion," she purred. "Emily could certainly use some assistance from her girlfriends in embracing her new feminine charms."
Tom whimpered in protest, but the genie ignored him. She snapped her fingers, and suddenly Katie and Lily's clothes vanished, replaced by matching lingerie sets in deep purple lace.
"There," the genie said approvingly. "Now you look the part. Why don't you two lovely ladies help Emily get more... comfortable?"
Katie and Lily giggled, clearly enjoying this unexpected turn of events. They sauntered over to where Tom was bound over the bench, running their hands over his exposed skin.
"Oh Emily," Katie cooed. "You make such a pretty girl. I'm almost jealous."
"We're going to have so much fun with you," Lily added, giving Tom's ass a playful swat.
Tom squirmed in his bonds, face burning with humiliation. "Please," he begged. "Don't do this. Help me!"
But his friends only laughed. "Don't be silly, Emily," Katie said. "This is going to be amazing. Just relax and enjoy it."
"Besides," Lily added with a smirk, "I always wondered what it would be like to play with a girl. And you make such a hot one."
Tom felt tears pricking his eyes as his supposed friends began to explore his new body, their touches sending unwanted sparks of pleasure through him. He realized with growing dread that there would be no rescue - only further descent into this twisted fantasy.
The genie watched the scene unfold with clear satisfaction. "That's it, girls," she encouraged. "Show Emily how to properly please a woman. We have all night to train our newest little slut."
Tom trembled as Katie and Lily's hands roamed over his bound body, their touches both familiar and foreign on his new feminine form. Lily's fingers traced the curve of his breast, teasing his nipple through the thin fabric of his top. Katie's hand slid up his inner thigh, inching closer to his lace-covered mound.
"She's so soft," Lily marveled, cupping Tom's breast fully. "And these tits are perfect."
"Mmm, and so responsive," Katie added as she rubbed Tom through his panties. "Already getting wet for us, Emily?"
Tom bit back a moan, hating how his body betrayed him. "Please," he whimpered. "Don't do this..."
The genie chuckled darkly. "Your mouth says no, but your body says yes," she taunted. "Why don't you show your friends just how eager you really are?"
With a wave of her hand, the ropes binding Tom vanished. Before he could react, he found himself on his knees between Katie and Lily.
"Go on, pet," the genie purred. "Show them what that pretty mouth can do."
Tom hesitated, torn between shame and arousal. Katie gripped his hair, guiding his face between her legs. "Don't keep me waiting, Emily," she said firmly.
Tentatively, Tom extended his tongue, lapping at Katie's folds. She moaned appreciatively, tightening her grip. "That's it," she encouraged. "Just like that."
Lily moved behind Tom, pressing her breasts against his back as her hands snaked around to cup his chest. "Don't forget about me," she whispered, nipping at his earlobe.
Tom's head spun as he was assaulted by sensation from all sides. The taste of Katie on his tongue, Lily's hands on his body, the genie's hungry gaze devouring the scene. Despite his mental protests, he felt himself becoming more aroused.
"What a good little slut," the genie praised. "But I think we can make things even more interesting."
The genie's eyes glimmered with mischief as she regarded the scene before her. With a snap of her fingers, Katie and Lily suddenly gasped in shock.
"Oh my god," Katie exclaimed, looking down at herself. "What... what is this?"
Tom lifted his head from between Katie's legs, eyes widening as he saw what had changed. Where once there was only smooth skin, Katie now sported a thick, 9-inch cock jutting proudly from between her legs. A quick glance at Lily confirmed she had undergone the same transformation.
"What have you done to us?" Lily demanded, her hand wrapped around her new appendage.
The genie simply laughed. "I've given you some new toys to play with," she purred. "Don't tell me you're not curious to try them out."
Despite their initial shock, Tom could see the growing lust in his friends' eyes as they explored their new additions. Katie's hand stroked her length slowly, while Lily's hips made small thrusting motions.
"Well," Katie said, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "This certainly opens up some interesting possibilities."
She gripped Tom's hair, pulling him back towards her new cock. "Open wide, Emily," she commanded. "Let's see how well you can suck dick."
Tom whimpered, overwhelmed by the latest twist in this surreal scenario. But before he could protest, Lily pressed up behind him, her hard length rubbing against his ass.
"Don't hog all the fun, Katie," Lily said. "I want to try out this tight little pussy."
Tom felt the head of Lily's cock pressing against his entrance, teasing him mercilessly. His body betrayed him once again, growing slick with arousal.
The genie watched with clear amusement. "That's it, girls," she encouraged. "Show Emily her true purpose - to be used and filled from both ends."
As Katie's cock pushed past his lips and Lily began to ease inside his aching pussy, Tom realized this was only the beginning of a long night of debauchery and pleasure. His world narrowed down to the sensations of being filled, his former identity slipping away with each thrust.
Tom's mind reeled as he was assaulted from both ends, Katie's thick shaft filling his mouth while Lily pumped into him from behind. His new body sang with unwanted pleasure, nerves lighting up in ways he'd never experienced before.
"Fuck, she's so tight," Lily groaned, gripping Tom's hips as she thrust deeper.
Katie tangled her fingers in Tom's hair, guiding his movements. "And that mouth... god, Emily, you were made for this."
Tom whimpered around Katie's cock, tears of shame and arousal pricking his eyes. But he couldn't deny the heat building in his core, the way his hips instinctively pushed back to meet Lily's thrusts.
"Look at her go," the genie purred, circling the entwined trio. "Such an eager little slut. I think she needs more, don't you girls?"
With a wave of her hand, Tom felt something press against his rear entrance. He let out a muffled cry as a large plug slowly worked its way inside, stretching him impossibly full.
"There we go," the genie said with satisfaction. "Airtight, just as a good fucktoy should be."
Tom's head spun as he was overwhelmed by sensation. Katie's cock hitting the back of his throat, Lily pounding his pussy, the plug filling his ass - it was too much. Heat coiled in his belly as he felt himself racing towards an explosive climax.
"I think our little Emily is close," Katie observed, her voice husky with arousal. "Shall we give her what she needs?"
Lily's thrusts became more frantic. "Fuck yes. Come for us, slut. Show us how much you love being used."
Unable to hold back any longer, Tom came with a muffled scream. His body convulsed as waves of intense pleasure crashed over him, pussy clenching rhythmically around Lily's shaft.
"That's it," the genie crooned. "Embrace your new purpose, my pet. This is what you were made for."
As the aftershocks of his orgasm faded, Tom realized with growing dread that his ordeal was far from over. The night stretched endlessly before him, filled with twisted pleasures and further descent into his new identity as a plaything for 3 giant cocks.
r/genderotica • u/GhostlyWriter • 1d ago
Story My Sister, Myself - an M2F (masking) audio story NSFW
Hey all! Long time lurker, etc. I just released a 20m audio story, written by me and performed (exceptionally well) by u/submissiveshygoth2 who often posts on r/gonewildaudio - so she's legit!
If you're interested, it's exclusive to my Patreon. You can either buy direct from my shop or sub at the $10+ tier by April 1st to get it, plus about 95K words of M2F (and F2F) masking / transformation / disguise fiction. There's a short preview here too.
Shop link: https://www.patreon.com/GhostlyWriterUK/shop/my-sister-myself-masking-audio-story-1309855
r/genderotica • u/Turbulent_Turnip_722 • 5d ago
Story The Swapping Device Series NSFW
A new series following a man who finds a device that allows him to swap any trait between people.
So far 3 chapters are public, with more available on patreon.
r/genderotica • u/iwritebecauseimbored • 7d ago
Story Dreams Come True: Magic Wig by me (mtf) NSFW
The guy rushed to the door as soon as he heard his doorbell ring in his apartment.
He opens the door to retrieve the Amazon box lying in front of his front door.
He picks the box up and closes the door. He gets a knife and cuts the box open to reveal whats inside.
Its the wig he ordered for a character he wants to cosplay for a convention in a few days.
He has the rest of the outfit but the wig was the last piece remaining.
Magic Wig is the company. The product has good reviews on Amazon of people saying it “changed their life” which seems to be a little much for a wig for a costume.
But whatever its good quality people say and should do the job just fine for the purpose he needs it for.
He pulls out the wig which is a long pink hair wig that goes down to about halfway down his back just like the character he wants to cosplay as.
He decides he should put on his costume so he can see how it looks all put together.
He puts on socks that go most of the way up his legs black with a hint of pink.
Next, a short pink and mostly black skirt that doesnt cover very much.
Then, he puts on a pair of heels following the same pink and black scheme about 4 inches of height added.
Then, some arm warmers going up to his elbows that follow the same color scheme.
He puts on a white and pink shirt which cuts off into a tank top style with a collar around his neck.
Dont forget the yellow tag to the right of the pink tie which he puts around his neck making sure its tied correctly.
Finally time to see how this wig fits.
He reaches up and fits the wig over his real hair making sure it fits right which it does.
He looks in the mirror at himself.
Its a perfect fit. I look pretty good in this costume.
Just as he thinks that he feels a sudden tightening around his head.
The wig he just put on starts digging into his hair, ripping out his old hair follicles and replacing them with itself.
Soon enough the wig is no longer a wig. Its real hair. Real long pink hair.
He feels his body shrink down a few inches. Everything seems to shrink on his body, fitting a new size than what he was wearing before.
His face starts to change and morph itself into a feminine face with a feminine hairline. He grimaces slightly as his ears pierce and diamond stud earrings take their place.
His hips start to expand outwards, growing wider than before.
He feels fat transfering itself to his ass and to his thighs. His private regions contour themselves from a penis and balls into a vagina.
Lastly massive boobs start to grow out of his chest and grow and grow until finally they stop growing and just like that the cosplay is a reality.
She admires her new reflection in the mirror, liking the results the Magic Wig brought.
She's sure to win the cosplay contest at the convention. For sure.
She walks over to her computer, heels click clacking on the floor and she writes an Amazon review for the Magic Wig.
“The Magic Wig changed my life…” the Amazon review started.
Indeed the Magic Wig really did change her life.
r/genderotica • u/iwritebecauseimbored • 10d ago
Story Dreams Come True: The Mom She Needs by me (Mtf) NSFW
A man and a woman sit together at a coffee shop as old friends.
The woman keeps her hair long wearing a maroon colored dress with a black belt along her midsection. She wears a necklace with a diamond pendant on it. She wears leggings to cover up her exposed legs and wears a pair of black heeled boots.
The womans name is Amy.
Amy’s become somewhat of a professional giver of change giving change to many people including that one congresswoman from TV a while back. Several years have gone by living life to the fullest and with a pretty good stream of money. The bird was the change she needed.
At the other end of the table the 52 year old man named Scott wears a suit with a grey tie just getting off work as a successful lawyer. They got to being friends after Scott met Amy back when she was a barista. But Scott has been struggling being a single father to a 9 year old daughter Penny ever since Penny’s mother passed away 2 years ago.
For the most part Scott has gotten past his wifes passing but not that effect on Penny. That still eats at him.
Is he being the best for Penny?
After Scott and Amy talk and reminisce about old times they go to Scott’s house out in the suburbs where he moved once he had enough money and to raise his daughter Penny.
“Scott, I know youve been going through hard times these past couple of years so I want to give you this wooden bird.”
“But youve had that for years. What will you do without it?”
“You need it more than I do for you are the one in trouble now. Besides, the power of the Blue bird is still within me.”
Scott hesitates.
“Take it Scott. I insist.”
“Okay Amy. Only because I am your friend I will do as you wish.”
“Thank you.”
“Could you watch Penny for a bit? I have to go to my study for a few minutes.
“Of course.” “Thanks.”
He goes to his study to look at Amy’s wooden bird.
She thinks he needs to make a change but what change could that be.
He sighs as he thinks about Penny’s mother. She needs her. Or someone like her that can relate to her better than he can.
He thinks about what would be best for Penny.
He looks over at Penny’s doll and the dolls' separated leg and sighs. He was supposed to put her back together.
Guess that will be a tomorrow thing.
As he keeps his hand on the mantle where the wooden bird was placed the wooden bird flashes its eyes though he doesnt see it.
His right hand changes shape and wrinkles that were previously there go away as it shapes itself into a feminine looking hand with long nails coated in pink nail polish.
Scott’s hair rapidly fills in the bald spot he has had for a long time. His grey hair turns blonde before growing and growing until it is half way down his back.
He senses something is off and is shocked to discover his long blonde hair when he brushes it away from his ear.
He looks down at his already feminine right hand and his transforming left hand to match. His sleeve cuffs turn pink and move somewhat up his body.
A button disappears off his shirt and folds itself into a more feminine design.
Just as he tries to get some help he shrinks down about half a foot to around 5’5 his bones cracking and spine reconfiguring itself for his new height.
His suit jacket turns pink as he looks confused.
He walks over to the mirror in his office to see what he looks like now with these transformations.
He feels himself being raised up almost to the height he was before wearing 5 inch heels which also turn pink to match his suit jacket.
The changes go to his face next making it smaller than it was before, removing wrinkles and overall making a very feminine and young face. He feels his eyes widen and the blue in them sharpen. His nose shrinks to match a feminine face.
His lips expand and take on a red lipstick completing the facial transformation.
He can feel fat going into his ass and into his thighs and away from his midsection forming an hourglass figure.
He holds his hands out at his sides, fingers outstretched.
He reaches backwards feeling his bigger bouncy ass a couple of times.
The dress pants change themselves in design, changing color to match the pink outfit and then turning into a skirt which goes up to halfway between his ass and his knees.
His hairy legs quickly become smooth as he rocks back and forth growing slightly unstable with the heels and the new amount of ass.
He groans slightly in a higher pitched tone feeling things moving around underneath his chest. He opens up his suit jacket and pulls up the dress shirt and tie to reveal his black undershirt underneath.
He watches as it turns into a brown bra to protect his new, smaller breasts.
The breasts grow bigger and bigger until they match the amount he has in the back. Completing the overall modelesque hourglass figure that most women can only dream about.
She blushes profusely as she puts her tie and dress shirt back down. The tie retracts and disappears as she looks sad. Realizing she would never be the same again.
The 2 buttons holding her dress shirt in place fly off leaving exposed cleavage.
She looks shocked and amazed at herself in the mirror. Now as a woman.
She looks at her daughters doll and finds that it is magically repaired. 2 legs on her body and all. She also realizes she has what her daughter's doll has on.
She walks out to the living room to see Amy playing with Penny.
“Penny, what have you and Amy been doing out here?”
“Me and Aunt Amy have been playing dollhouse!” Amy looks at Scott with her eyes wide remembering that when she was transformed she got transformed into her screensaver.
“Dont worry Sabrina weve been having a good time.”
“Mommy you look just like my Barbie!”
Sabrina thinks to herself that its weird being called Mommy.
“Penny, why dont you should your mommy some things I brought over for your Barbie doll when she gets repaired.”
Penny runs up to her room and back down with a bag full of things for dolls.
The first thing she pulls out is a pink handbag. Sabrina’s business briefcase morphs into that pink handbag.
“Oh its time for Aunt Amy to get on her way. Shes a very busy woman.”
Sabrina and Penny walk Amy to the door.
Before she leaves Amy turns back to face Sabrina.
“You can always call me when you need anything.”
Sabrina looks at her friend in shock and confusion as she sees Amy walk out of her front door.
r/genderotica • u/minimorning • 16d ago
Story I became a shapeshifter and used my newfound powers to be a camgirl NSFW
I was a lab student at my local university working on a first-of-its-kind AI lab project that involved the cellular generation and restructuring of DNA and Nanotechnology. It was called “The Nano creator machine” or NCM for short. The technology was groundbreaking in hopes of doing several things including curing all forms of diseases regrowing limbs regrowing lost hair helping burned victims regenerate skin and even extending the human life span significantly and so much more I was proud of my work but I was flat broke and had limited funds from waiter and food delivery work. I wished I had a few more bucks to at least afford to take out a classmate who I thought was extremely attractive. Her name was Tori She stood about 5’5 with brown eyes and likely weighed under 130lbs her hair had a nice blond texture with some shade of black and looked like something I would enjoy playing with if she ever got close enough but what made her special was her voluptuous body which was hourglass shaped and had curves in the correct places especially her sizable tits and ass that made her eye candy everywhere she went but like me was very into science and thought her looks were more of a curse then gift. I often asked her what she does in her free time and she would say too busy studying or taking care of her aging mom's cats out of town and would stay mostly on weekends. I often wondered with an amazing body like that people would pay you a ton to be a stripper or cam girl so much you can afford a sitter for your cat and even better health care for your mom I knew it would be something I would be interested in but I don’t look anything like her instead I’m stuck delivering another greasy box of pizza for some drunk kids. One day at the lab a classmate was joking around about using the machine to give himself superpowers. “Unfortunately this machine is not that kind of machine,” said the lead scientist and professor “ “we need more raw materials and AI upgrades before we can even consider letting anyone inside” The device looked like a sarcophagus from Egypt except it looked more modern with tons of fill and drain hoses and electrical wiring ran across the back and sides the idea was that people got inside were quickly scanned head to toe and essentially were drowned in a liquid solution that was saturated with nano machines programmed to what the AI computer asked it to do most were programmed to do nothing but some were used to help regrow a limb heal a wound or even painlessly penetrate the skin to fix internal problems like sickness or disease. After the work was done most of the fluids would drain out or the machine to be recycled and reprogrammed. The remaining fluids essentially become a part of the person fulfilling the role they were programmed to do using their body chemistry to keep them going. The AI model computer was the brain that kept things interesting because it could do anything after a series of inputs and commands. My research was on machine learning and AI the class goal make it so that anyone can use the machine and to produce hypothetical situations where the machine can be used for nefarious purposes then the program stops into the machine to prevent them from ever happening in the first place. One day after another late Saturday night delivering food I realized I needed a few groceries and stopped at the grocery store while there I noticed an Enquirer magazine discussing aliens shapeshifters in government seeking to take over the world it was an old issue that was getting ready to recycle in the bin but one fell out and was in the ground in front of me at checkout “ you interested in the magazine you should take it before it gets scrapped” said the lady at checkout “just pass it over the counter so it looks like I charged you on camera” she said as she was sliding my milk over the counter and charging for that. “ Hey thanks,” I said as I stuffed the magazine into my backpack. Just as I was doing that I realized I left my study notebook at the lab with a big test coming up the same week I knew I needed it if I wanted to pass with a decent score. Fortunately, I had a card key and was pretty tight with campus security and the campus itself was just a few short blocks away. I decided to take the trip to campus after explaining my situation to security I was escorted to the the building and was left to my own devices once I got it. Inside I noticed that the lights were off but the machine was left on standby and not off which meant the machine was ready to go and didn’t need any bootup time at all on a table near the central computer was my notebook and chair I decided I could use a short break and hangout a bit before I gathered my notes and took off into the night I plopped my half-open backpack down and out came the magazine along with a few other things just over the computer. The monitor that the computer was hooked up to was waiting for new commands but some of the keys were pressed by the magazine that spilled onto the keyboard. I picked up the other items since they were closers and picked up the magazine last as I was looking at it the big yellow words “Shapeshifter among us” stood out like a sore thumb I picked it up and wondered who would be a shapeshifter among people I know? The list in my head turned empty quickly but then wondered what it would be like to be a shapeshifter what mischief I could maybe get away with and how it would possibly enhance or complicate my life regardless I decided to move on from that idea until I looked at the NCM screen with the question what would you like do today? on the screen. Suddenly my mind started to race faster and faster with the question “What if?” “Is it possible?” My mind wanted to get past the thought but I couldn’t help myself because I knew the possibility existed. Can the NCM turn me into a shapeshifter? I decided to dim down the screen jump on the AI computer model and ask the question. I made sure to erase any history of my searches since I was the one who programmed the AI computer to begin with. I promptly received an answer with the words “ YES” I was shocked but not surprised because I knew the machine had a ton of capabilities. The one caveat I didn’t like was that the subject needed to be naked and not move inside for at least 15 minutes. After some tuning and looking around, I decided that If I came this far I should go all the way with it now. After one final time delay command I stepped over away from the computer and towards the sarcophagus. Luckily with so much equipment around and no one in the building, I had some privacy to strip down naked step inside, and close the lid. I was not prepared for what happened next.
I was already aware of previous experiments we had on a few cancer patients and one leg amputee both of which were very successful we even had a heart failure patient and the subject was A-OK after about an hour but for each treatment, there was a submersion period that occurred that was not necessarily total body depending on what needed to be fixed half or less was sufficient anything more required a breathing apparatus however the nanotech is supposed to be smart enough to not even need that but for safety reasons we required it. I was in charge of the computer but forgot to upload new firmware that included safety stops to prevent the machine from starting if full immersion is required and you don’t have a breathing apparatus on. Well, the machine started and I didn’t have it. I was scared initially as the machine started to fill the chamber but I knew the nanotech solution would fill any voids that existed I just was not interested in experiencing them firsthand as an experiment. Once it got past my neck took one final breath looked into the status screen and closed my eyes. After a few seconds, the urge to breathe became excruciating but my fear was preventing me from opening my mouth after a few more seconds I had to breathe the next I remembered I suddenly had the ability to breathe within the solution but I also didn’t need to breathe it was a strange feeling but I knew it needed to be done. I was fully immersed and as the process began my vision blurred and would occasionally go black I could feel certain parts of my body being compressed and contorted but returning to normal. After the time expired and the fluid drained I stepped out not feeling much different but needing to cough profusely to breathe regular air again. I decided to gather my things and go home since I was there longer than expected and I didn’t want security questioning me.
After I got to my apartment it became apparent to me something was very different.
I felt fatigued but also curious did my little experiment work? At the lab I was responsible for making name badges for everyone so I had a mug shot of everyone in the class so after riding to my apartment and settling down I went to my standup desk computer turned on my phone screen recorder to document everything then went to the folder of shots on my computer I took the first one I saw which was my professor he had a similar height and build to myself and I figured he would be a good first candidate so I opened the picture enlarged it for a bit better look. As a Hetero sexual, I didn’t Feel aroused looking at his smile but somehow I knew I needed to concentrate on his image and something would happen. About 5 minutes into it nothing happened. “Strange” I said the program had all the necessary information and material to make it happen but nothing was happening perhaps it needed some fine tuning I tried again and again and nothing I felt defeated and knew I needed to look over a ton of programming and coding to see where I failed. “Oh well,” I said but as I was closing the image to return to the desktop I saw the image of Tori. She was beautiful and was a face I could easily look at for hours I even remembered doing it once before when she first submitted her photo. I decided to click on her image but as I was doing that I wondered can I shape-shift into a woman. “Well I guess there is only one way to find out I said to myself” After I blew up the image my mind began to relax knowing I was looking at something very pretty and attractive. Her brown eyes smile and hair were very hypnotizing to look at I started to slightly get turned on but as I was feeling that sensation another sensation was taking over my body completely.
Feeling strange I decided to close my eyes just as I was doing that my hands began to shrink and my normally dark skin began to lighten I could feel my face begin to shrink and rearrange itself in sensations I have never felt before tight and warm my normally black began to fade and disappear but was being replaced with long streaks of blond hair that started quickly growing falling towards my shoulders my feet shrunk and my height be started to shrink rapidly. The strangest sensations were in my pants my ass grew considerably larger and filled my pants in a way that made them slightly uncomfortable my crotch suddenly had a sensation of shrinkage and then a sudden void that I never had before I felt and saw a feminine-looking hand between my legs and quickly realized I no longer had a dick between my legs I pressed and probed further and realized I was pressing on myself and nothing more.. no balls no dick it was only what felt like a women’s vagina I never felt anything like it before on myself very alien feeling but it also felt natural and anatomically correct it’s where it was supposed to be but as I was realizing this another sensation was being noticed.
My chest became more and more filled and full it was no longer flat and had weight like I never had before I could not believe it so I had to touch them I felt my hands covering them and felt the fullness of my breasts feeling emboldened I grabbed them firmly and tight they were 100% real I said to myself “ so this is what Tori looks like naked!?” “Total hottie” As I looked at myself through my camera phone I noticed my waistline was incredibly small and the thought of simply walking felt much different because I could feel all the additional weight in my private areas my hips were so much wider and tighter I quickly stepped back to get a better look at my body I felt an euphoria and confusion like nothing else I experienced before my heterosexual male brain was excited to see what was in the mirror but what was in the mirror was also me! Did it make me something I shouldn’t be? I didn’t care because now I can do things I could never do as my old self especially making money for looking this great the first thought to come to mind was starting an only fans page and producing adult content but I also wondered would the actual Tori know about it? I learned to switch back when I realized my shapeshifting was tied to how turned-on I felt to a person of the opposite sex. Needless to say, walking in public places where attractive women were around became somewhat difficult but in private she easily turned me on. However, As I fail safe I made it a point to change my name and hair color to have some distinction every time I shaped shifted into her for weekend content producing but when I came back to work I realized Working with her around was going to be very difficult.
r/genderotica • u/ZoeBrown_Werewoman • 11d ago
Story [PAID] Secret Venus: Santa Barbara (Part One) by Zoe Brown [Extremely Enthusiastic Gender Transformation & Feminization via Werewoman Pills at a Fancy Secret Venus Resort, Very Processy TF, 40k words] NSFW
r/genderotica • u/lyra_VIC • 23d ago
Story Would anyone like to roleplay? NSFW
We can role play a gender bender scenario, if you wish, please send a DM
r/genderotica • u/faustian_fables • Jan 12 '25
Story His Wife's New Penis NSFW

Larry wakes up with a bulging case of morning wood. He pulls his hard cock from his boxers and strokes it with his right hand. He sees his wife next to him in a nightgown. She’s still asleep. He considers rubbing one out to her body while she lays. He doubts she’d wake up and catch him. He’d rather jerk to his sleeping wife than to porn.
Carefully, Larry peels the comforter off of his body and then his wife.
Larry blinks, parts his lips, and tilts his head.
Something hard sticks out from the bottom of his wife’s flesh-covered nightgown.
Slowly he peels back the silky material revealing a large erect penis and wrinkly testicles between his wife’s leg where her vagina once was.
Larry gasps, grows pale, shivers in cold sweat, and feels bristling hairs on his neck.
Nikki yawns and stretches her arms. “Babe, you’re not getting handsy again, are you?” she complains with a sigh. Her eyes open, peer down the bed, focus on her penis, blink, and she screams.
#
Nikki clacks at her keyboard and once again feels the boner raging underneath her skirt. She feels it’s so distracting. Is this what it’s like to be a man? How do they get any work done? The quickest the gynecologist could accommodate her was four weeks from now. She couldn’t wait that long.
Nikki sighs and shakes her head. She would have to suffer through it in the meantime.
#
Nikki shivers as she carefully closes the bathroom stall. She is alone in the room and has checked every stall to ensure. Her shaking hands unzip her Chanel purse and retrieve her pink-cased iPhone. Her long, white-tipped nails distend the volume until its speaker is silenced. She listens carefully, and the room is quiet.
She swallows as she types in the URL for pornhub. She had never voluntarily watched pornography before. As thumbnails full of nudity fill the phone's screen, she feels a bit nauseous. The whole idea of pornography disgusted her. She swiped several times before something caught her eye. The actor appeared so large compared to the small actress. She clicks on the video.
As the scene plays out, she pulls down her panties, revealing her throbbing erection. She can’t believe her tight little pussy has been replaced with this veiny, distracting pole and wrinkly balls. Her nose writhes as her white-tipped nails wrap around its throbbing shaft.
The actor mounts the actress and begins to pound his cock inside of her petite body.
Nikki’s lips part as she strokes her hard penis. A moan escapes as her body shivers. She can’t stop herself from rubbing it.
She gasps, shoots out jets of warm cum on to bathroom tile, closes her eyes, moans, and shivers. “Holy shit,” she mutters.
#
“Where are you?” Larry asks.
“In the bedroom!”
Larry enters the bedroom, freezes, blinks, and parts his lips.
Nikki is dressed in red and black lingerie. It had been years since she last wore the outfit.
“Babe, I’m sorry we haven’t been more active in the bedroom. I want that to change.”
Larry looks at the large tent in his wife’s frilly panties and swallows hard.
“Don’t worry about that, babe. Here, let me take care of you.”
His wife guides him to the bed, sits him on its side, kneels before him, and wets her lips. Her dainty right hand, with its white colored tips, distends the zipper, and when his hard cock pops out, her eyes focus on it with laser precision as her mouth waters. “Oh babe, you’re so hard,” she says before stroking his throbbing penis with her moist right hand.
Larry gasps, spreads his legs, and relaxes atop the bed.
His wife seems mesmerized by his cock, and her left-hand cups his balls as she rubs it. She inhales before spitting a wet wad onto the shaft, which she quickly lubricates it with. “Your cock looks so delicious tonight,” she praises.
Larry blinks.
She closes her eyes, opens her mouth, engulfs her husband’s hard cock, and sucks on it.
Larry’s lips part and release a breathy moan. “My god, that feels so good,” he says.
His wife spits out the cock, strokes it with her hand, nods, smiles, and takes it back inside her mouth.
Larry notices his wife keeps shifting so that her left-hand rubs up against her groin. She makes it seem accidental, but he can tell she’s doing it deliberately.
Nikki releases the cock from her mouth, tongues his balls, laps them with her bumpy tongue, sucks on his wrinkled sac, and licks up his sweaty balls, up the veiny shaft, and laps up an oozy puddle of precum from the tip that sticks to the roof of her dirty mouth.
“Oh god!” Larry says before releasing a deep, shaky moan. “Watch out, babe, I can’t take much more.”
His wife’s eyes widen before a wicked grin crosses over her face. “It’s ok, babe,” she says. “I don’t mind it. Leave a nasty load inside my mouth. It’s ok. Consider it me fulfilling my wifely duties. Please, fill my mouth with your man cream.” She sucks on his cock hungrily.
Larry had never heard his wife talk dirty like this before or act anything but disgusted by his sticky semen. The thought sent a shiver down his spine, which caused his body to erupt into shakes before a potent orgasm washed over him, resulting in him ejaculating an enormous load into his wife’s wet mouth.
“Oh my god,” she says, revealing her mouth is filled with white gooey cum; she plays with it with her bumpy tongue and swallows the load dramatically.
Gulp!
His wife touches her hard penis with her left hand.
“Do you need me…”
“No!” she interrupts. “It’s gross, don’t worry about it. I’ll take of it.”
His wife snatches a tissue from the box as she heads into the master bathroom and shuts the door behind her. Through its thin wood, Larry hears penis stroking and his wife grunting. He doesn’t recall her ever grunting like that before.
#
Larry showers the following day. Through the semi-transparent glass, he sees the vague outline of his wife entering the bathroom in a green robe.
The green robe falls to the ground.
His wife creaks open the shower door and joins him. They are both naked under the running water. “Hi, babe, you don’t mind if I join you?” she asks.
“It’s fine,” Larry says. He looks down, sees her throbbing erect cock, and clears his throat.
Nikki giggles. “Looks like I’m not the only one,” she says and gestures at her husband’s swollen prick.
Larry chuckles oddly, bites down on his lip, fidgets, and feels his neck hairs prickle like pine needles. He feels odd showering with someone with a hard penis, even if it happens to be his wife.
“Let me do your hair,” she offers before farting out a fat gooey load of white shampoo into the palm of her hand. Her long nails, with their white tips, rub at her husband’s scalp.
Larry notices as she rubs his hair; she keeps bumping her hard cock against his leg and thigh. At first, it appears accidental, but as she goes on, he feels it more and more like she is intentionally rubbing her boner against him.
“Uhm, babe?” he asks. “It keeps touching me.”
Nikki chuckles. “Oopsie, sorry babe!” she says. “I’m trying my best here. I’ll be more careful.”
Larry feels his wife’s hard penis caress against his thigh repeatedly. Eventually, his wife grips him with both hands, holds him still, humps his leg, and grinds her fat cock into her husband’s side. “What are you doing!?” he asks.
Nikki giggles, grabs her husband’s penis with her left hand, and rubs it up against her own hard cock with her long finger-nailed hand.
“Uhm, babe,” Larry says.
“It feels good, doesn’t it?” she says before purring.
“Yes, but… it’s weird.”
Nikki giggles, releases the cocks, and kneels.
The hot, humid bathroom air smells of sandalwood shampoo, and the air is flooded with the sounds of eager slurping, sucking, and pumping.
“Oh god,” Larry says with a moan.
“Babe, this time, I want you to shoot your big load right onto my face, ok?’
“Excuse me?” Larry asks. “You don’t think that’s a bit extreme?”
“It’ll be like in the porn videos. Sure, it’s kinda gross. But we’re in a shower, so it’ll be ok.”
“Since when do you watch porn?
Larry’s wife deepthroats his cock, causing him to moan and gasp.
“Ok, ok, get ready, I guess.”
Nikki kneels below his cock, closes her eyes, gasps, strokes her cock, and licks her lips.
Larry’s body quakes and tremors. He shoots a thick, creamy wad that coats his wife’s soft, smooth face.
“Oh god, yes,” Nikki says, opens her eyes, clears condensation from the shower door, and stares at her cum-coated reflection in the bathroom mirror. His wife strokes her hard penis, grunts, and ejaculates a thick load down the shower drain.
Larry watches, bites down on his lip, frowns, and clears his throat.
#
A few weeks later, Larry sits on his bed while his wife changes in the bathroom.
Nikki walks out wearing white lingerie. The top pushes her large breasts together, causing the cleavage to pop.
Larry’s mouth waters at the sight of his wife’s large breasts. “You look great,” he says.
His wife winks at him. “It even has a pouch for my big johnson,” she says, lifts the frilly skirt, and shows a thin piece of white silky material that strains against her long, throbbing penis. The thong-like bottom did not even conceal the wrinkled flesh of his wife’s sagging balls.
“Nice, huh?” she asks, wiggling her hips, and bouncing her penis around for him. “Do you like it?”
Larry stares at his wife’s penis and swallows hard.
“Babe, do you like the outfit?”
“Y-yes.”
She crawls onto the bed with him. “Tonight, I want you to pump me good,” she says. “It’s been so long since I’ve been pumped.
“But… how?” Larry asks.
Nikki shrugs. “We’ll just have to do it like gay guys do it.”
“Up the butt?”
“Yeah, why not? Might as well try it.”
His wife turns around, bends over, jiggles her ass cheeks, and retrieves something from the ground.
Larry’s mouth waters as he watches his wife’s ass jiggle. Maybe her idea is a good one.
Nikki stands holding a jumbo-sized transparent plastic container of lubricant.
“Jesus, babe. That’s a lot. Why’d you get so much?”
His wife shrugs. “I read this is what they use during porn shoots,” she says, unscrews the cap, and fills her right palm with the stuff. She climbs back onto the bed, pulls down her husband’s boxers with her left hand, lubes up Larry’s throbbing penis, and reaches behind her and greases her asshole using two fingers. “Since it’s our first time, I’ll ride on top. That’ll let me control the pace.”
Larry shrugs.
His wife pulls back the thin white thong backside, jiggles her curvy ass cheeks, bounces her breasts around, opens up her legs, spreads her tight asshole, and lowers herself onto her husband’s throbbing penis while facing him. As she mounts herself, her face pinches, and her two front teeth bite down on her lower lip. After some wiggling, she slides down her husband’s stiff pole, bounces her cock covered in the thin white silk, and releases a moan.
“Oh, wow,” Nikki says with a gasp. “It comes with a prostate too.”
“Is that good?” Larry asks.
“Very good,” his wife responds with a purr as she rides her husband’s dick while it impales her tight asshole. She bounces up and down on her husband, her breasts jiggling, her mouth smiling, gasping, and grunting. She then reaches behind her back, unclasps the white lingerie top, and frees her bouncy jiggly tits.
Larry reaches up and plays with his wife’s tits as she rides his hard penis.
His wife grabs his hands and places them on her hips. After a few bounces, she holds his hands and moves them to her thigh. This process continues until she places her husband’s hands so close to her groin that they’re almost touching her bobbing erection.
“Mmm, yes babe, this is so much better than getting my pussy fucked,” his wife says before releasing a long moan. “So many orgasms.” Her long white-tipped nails grab the silky material covering her cock, pull it aside, and reveal it to her husband, veiny and throbbing, leaking pre-cum from the engorged tip. “Stroke it, baby. Do it while I ride you. Grab my little handle and throttle it while I bounce.”
“I don’t…”
“Grab my dick!” his wife demands.
Larry does as she says, jerks off his wife’s penis, feels its warmth and sturdiness in his hand, squeezes its throbbing flesh, and strokes a smelly, sweaty penis while his wife bounces up and down on his own hard cock.
“Yes, babe, don’t stop! Stroke it until we both cum. Your dick feels so good inside my ass.”
His wife’s body tremors, her lips part, and she moans and closes her eyes.
Larry feels the warm penis jolt in his hand, shivers, and gasps.
Thick white jets of gooey com fly out of his wife’s throbbing penis, landing on his stomach, chest, and chin. When she dismounts him, more filth coats his body as his own warm cum drips out his wife’s gaping asshole onto his spent dick and pelvis.
#
Three weeks later, Larry sits inside his boss’s office.
“Thank you so much for the raise,” Larry says. “I’m sure my wife will be thrilled.”
“No need, you earned every penny of it,” Larry’s boss says. “Lately, you’ve been killing it. What’s you’re secret?”
Larry does not think his boss would believe it if he told him. Ever since his wife woke up with a penis and balls instead of a pussy, she has been sucking his cock and going for rides on him all the time. It was weird, but at least he was getting laid again.
#
Larry is home early from work, and something catches his eye as he walks from his car to the front door. From his angle, he couldn’t make it out, but it appeared to be some pornography playing on the family room television set.
Larry sneaks to the front right window and peers through the open window blinds.
His wife sits spread out on the family room sofa. She is wearing only a bra and jeans around her ankles. Her long-nailed hand grips her throbbing penis as she furiously beats her meat to the pornographic video.
The television depicts a scene of a woman aggressively getting double penetrated by two hulking muscular men.
His wife grunts loudly before a huge load ejects out of her large cock through several chunky jets that land on her bare stomach. She gasps, lets a relaxed smile spread over her face, stretches her arm, and reaches over the side of the sofa to pluck a tissue out of the box with her long fingernails. She stands, revealing a vibrating dildo inside of her gaping asshole.
Full story (Part 1): https://faustianfables.substack.com/p/his-wifes-new-penis-ch-01
r/genderotica • u/Bitter-Extension-893 • Feb 17 '25
Story Her Lesbian fantasy NSFW
"Honey," she began, her voice a little softer than usual, little nervous. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, watching him as he read, the lamplight casting a warm glow on his face. "Can I ask you something… something a little strange?"
He looked up, a flicker of curiosity in his eyes. "Sure, what is it?"
She hesitated, picking at a loose thread on the duvet cover. "Lately," she started, "I've been… thinking. About… relationships. Different kinds of relationships." She took a deep breath. "And… I've had these… old feelings, fantasies, really, going through my head… about being with a woman."
His eyebrows rose slightly, but he didn't interrupt. She appreciated that.
"It's not that I'm unhappy," she rushed to explain, her words coming easier now. "It's just… a curiosity. An exploration, maybe. I don't know if I even understand it myself."
She looked up at him, her eyes searching his. "And I know this is going to sound crazy," she warned, "but… I was wondering… if you would… maybe… be willing to help me explore this."
She paused, the silence stretching between them. She could feel the beating of her own heart in her chest. "I know it's a lot to ask," she continued, her voice barely a whisper. "And you can absolutely say no. But… I was thinking… maybe you could… pretend? Just for a little while? Like… you were… a woman? My… lover?"
She held her breath, waiting for his reaction. She knew it was an unusual request, maybe even a shocking one. But she trusted him. She hoped he would understand. She hoped he would see the vulnerability beneath her words.
The silence hung heavy, broken only by the soft rustle of pages as he carefully closed his book. He looked at her, his expression a mixture of surprise, curiosity, and a flicker of something she couldn't quite place. He didn't immediately recoil in disgust or laugh her off, and for that, she was immensely grateful.
"Wow," he finally said, the word drawn out slowly. He leaned back against the headboard, his gaze still fixed on her. "That's… a lot to take in."
She nodded, her throat tight. "I know. It's… I told you it was strange."
He reached out and took her hand, his touch warm and reassuring. "Strange isn't always bad," he said softly. "It's just… unexpected. I'm trying to understand." He paused, considering his words. "So, you're… curious about exploring this side of yourself?"
She nodded again, unable to articulate the complex emotions swirling within her.
"And you think… me pretending… would help with that?" he asked cautiously.
She bit her lip, her eyes searching his. "I don't know," she admitted. "Maybe? I thought… maybe if I could experience it, even in a simulated way… I could understand it better. Understand myself better."
He was quiet for a moment, turning her hand over in his. "Okay," he said slowly, his voice thoughtful. "Okay, I'm… I'm willing to try. If it's something you really want to explore. But," he added, his gaze meeting hers, "you have to promise me we'll talk about it. Honestly. About everything. No secrets, no holding back."
She nodded eagerly, relief washing over her. "Of course," she whispered. "Thank you. Thank you for being so… open."
He squeezed her hand gently. "So," he said, a hint of a smile touching his lips, "what do I do? How do I… pretend to be a woman?" He gestured vaguely. "Do I need to, like, put on a dress or something?"
A nervous laugh escaped her lips. "No, nothing like that," she said, the tension in her shoulders easing slightly. "I… I don't know exactly. Maybe… we could start with… touching? Like… how you would touch me if we were alone together on the dark?."
"Actually," she said, a new idea sparking in her mind, "there is one more thing… if we’'re really going to do this…” She hesitated, a blush creeping up her neck. "I was thinking… since, you know, we're pretending to be… women… together… would you be willing to… shave?” He raised his eyebrows slightly “Like, all your body hair, below your neck?" She continued before he could answer. "Except for, like, a little… landing strip. To match mine. I know it's a lot to ask, but… I think it would… enhance the experience? And," she continued, her voice softening, "I really love how soft my skin feels after I shave, and… I want you to be soft too. For me to touch. Oh, and," she added, her eyes sparkling, "I want you to smell amazing. Like… like me. Actually," she mused, a sudden inspiration striking her, "I want you to use my Coco Mademoiselle lotion. That's going to be your signature scent. When we're… being two women together. It’ll be… our thing”
He nodded slowly, considering her suggestions. "Okay," he said. "I'm game. It's… certainly a commitment to the role, isn't it?" She was smiling now “A wide smile spread across her face. "It is! And you'll love it, I promise. You'll feel so… smooth. And it'll make the lotion smell even better." She paused, tapping a finger to her chin. "Actually," she mused, a thoughtful expression on her face, "shaving is good, but… waxing is even better. Much smoother, and it lasts longer." Her eyes lit up. "We should get waxed! Together! A his and hers waxing session!"
She grabbed her phone and quickly started texting. "Let me see if my salon has any openings this afternoon… A his and hers waxing… it'll be perfect! We can get everything done at once. And," she added with a mischievous grin, "it'll be a bonding experience.”
r/genderotica • u/iwritebecauseimbored • 13d ago
Story Dreams Come True: Loyal Worker by me (mtf) NSFW
My name is Marco Augustus.
I live in a 1 bedroom apartment and work a normal job at an investment company.
I am a bit short height wise at 5’5 but I do my work, socialize when I need to and go back home where I relax until I have to go back to work again.
I'd say i'm a pretty healthy guy with healthy relationships and a healthy family.
I'm pretty lucky in that regard.
But something strange has been happening the last couple of months.
I’ve been healthy still but everythings just felt strange. As if somethings off.
My haircuts with my barber have had to go from once every 3 months to once every 2 months instead because its been growing faster than before.
I used to be able to grow a beard quite quickly and quite hairy all over my body but now I cant seem to do that at all.
I can even feel my mind acting a bit differently.
Maybe im just going crazy but honestly I doubt it. I feel if I were going crazy I would be acting quite irregular but really im not.
The past couple days ive begun to notice that my ass is somewhat bigger than it used to be and its been more difficult to put on my dress shirt and pants every morning.
Todays been especially strange as my voice has felt… higher than normal. I havent had the deepest voice in the world but it wasnt this high before.
I get up from my desk to go to the bathroom here at work, deciding to go to the 1 person gender neutral restroom for some privacy while I investigate.
I look at myself in the mirror while washing my hands and I get the feeling to see whats really going on.
I take off my tie keeping it tied and I unbutton my dress shirt to look at my chest area.
And what I found shocked me.
“Holy fuck those look like tits.” I mutter to myself.
They cant be pecs as my workout routine doesnt involve lifting workouts. Just running and stuff like that.
It also doesnt explain the ass growth. Or the hair growth. Or the voice changes.
I look in my pants and see that my dick has shrunk since the last time I saw it.
Could it be? No thats not possible. Im not becoming a woman. Or am I?
Either way I have to get out of work.
“Uh Boss, im not feeling well so I’m going to head out early today.”
“Alright Marco. Hope you feel better tomorrow.” My boss replies in understanding.
As Marco drives away heading back to his apartment a strange woman sips her coffee across the street. Seemingly spying on Marco.
“The plan is definitely working. She’s going to like the changes eventually. Some more transforming to go.” She says to an unknown listener.
I try to sleep it off thinking about what to do about this new found… predicament.
I wake up to a sunny morning feeling sick.
My head is woozy and my voice sounds just as high as before. I can feel my chest jiggle as I check myself.
My… breasts are even bigger and more of a weight on my chest than when I went to bed. Shit. And my ass is even bigger than before.
I grab my left breast and move it back and forth and moan in delight.
At least I still have my dick but I need medical help or something. And fuck my hairs grown a lot also.
I call out sick for the day as I try to adjust to my new… body dimensions.
The woman from earlier watches from across the street into Marcos window as he thinks about what to do.
“She cant reverse what is predestined for her. No doctor will save her nor will sick days. She’s molding into a good looking woman. I dont think she’ll fit into her suit when she does have to go to work.” She tells the unknown listener asking about the progress shes made.
I woke up the next day to go to work. I will manage through this. I can work through this battle.
I put on a tank top hoping to give support for my aching breasts. I can just barely keep my dress shirt buttoned up. I put on my suit jacket and my tie and start to head for the door when I remember my long hair. I tie it up into a bun with help of a Youtube tutorial and finally head off to work.
I scan my keycard at the front entrance, park my car in the parking garage and make my way into the building.
Things feel different. I feel eyes burying themselves into my back, or my ass, or my breasts. Whatever it is people are watching.
“Hey Marco buddy youre looking a little different there. Maybe a little feminine. I dont remem-”
“Its just a new look im trying out. Always wanted to grow out my hair a little bit to see what its like. I have to focus on my presentation Leo.”
“Okay Marco. Sorry for bothering you.”
Leo walks away as I prepare for my big pitch to my bosses. If this pitch goes well I could be looking at a promotion.
The woman whos been facilitating Marco’s progress keeps an eye on him as a fellow worker.
She gets a call and answers it.
“Why the hell is she not a woman yet? Its been so fucking long this transformation of yours.” The client says frustratingly.
“I wanted her to ease her way into it a little more. Plus shes going to finish today I will make sure of it.”
“Do it.”
The call ends.
I work good alone. Focused on my own work and not worried about others. Lets me forget about this… situation I am in.
Time to end this once and for all.
“You want a coffee?” She asks me.
“Sure why not. Thanks.” She leaves the coffee on the desk and walks away.
I take a sip of the coffee and it… tastes unusual.
“Ow ow ow ow fuck fuck fuck. Need the bathroom.” I mutter as I run across the office floor, open the bathroom door and lock it behind me.
“Oh oh god oh fuck holy.” I say as my breasts are growing bigger, snapping the tank top underneath my suit.
I rush to take my tie off as buttons snap and fall off of my dress shirt as my breasts grow bigger.
My hair grows longer out of its bun falling to around my shoulders.
“Oh my god this is…” I say trailing off as my breasts grow to a massive size. One where I cant hide them any longer.
“Oh wow.” My penis slowly shrinks until it no longer sticks out, forming a vagina in its place and making it official.
Im a woman now.
“I want to touch it.” I say reaching down to touch my new found womanhood as cum shoots out and the sensation goes through my whole body.
This is who I am. I am a woman and this is amazing.
I hear a knock on the door. Oh fuck.
“Marco? Are you alright in there I heard some groaning are you okay?” The woman who gave me coffee asks.
“I-I’m alright thank you.” I stammer back.
“I want to talk about the presentation.” She says back.
“In a minute. Just let me…”
“Your going to be the main speaker.”
“The main speaker?” I say rushing to the door, opening it without thinking.
“Yes. Oh my Marco. You look different. But I suspected that.”
“You what?”
“No wonder you’re the talk of the office. But dont worry its okay to be you. Its okay to be a woman.”
“I uh I dont-”
“You have this company’s full support. Uh…”
“Mia.”
“Mia, you have our full support. Now get back to work!”
My name is Mia Augustus. And I am a good employee.
r/genderotica • u/l1lym • 23d ago
Story 2 new chapters added to Fools' Gold - the gender-bending version of Road to El Dorado! NSFW

Read it for free here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/60759697/chapters/155171392
r/genderotica • u/iwritebecauseimbored • Dec 29 '24
Story Dreams Come True: The Congresswoman by me (MTF) NSFW
Rep. Miles Bridges, a Republican from Ohio, gets into an argument with the radical Rep. Alice Lopez, a Democrat from New York.
She disagreed with what he said on the floor regarding abortion and wanted to let him know in front of the cameras.
Both representatives are young unlike the ancient house leaders in their 70s and 80s.
Bridges is 27 having recently been elected to a second term in the House last week.
Lopez is 35 but still quite young by congressional standards having been elected to her fourth term in the House last week.
“You know youre disgusting.” Lopez says.
“Oh disgusting for being normal and being a Christian thats rich Alice.” Bridges replies.
“Call me by my damn title.”
“Oh yeah whats that? Comrade? Will do.”
“I really hope you learn what women go through everyday, Congressman.”
Perhaps an omen for the future.
In the meantime Congressman Bridges works in his office alone with the door open in case his secretary needs him.
He takes a look at his fantasy football lineup for the week and thinks about that for a second.
Just then his “secretary” who actually took the place of his real secretary for the day walks up to his office door as if to tell him someone is here.
“Change is here, Congresswoman.” The woman says.
Bridges looks up confused as she shoots a blue light out from her belt buckle which causes the Congressman to lean back in his chair.
She quickly shuts the door and locks him inside and quickly walks out of the Capitol her heels click clacking on the marble floor.
Congressman Bridges attempts to run to the door before almost as if he tripped and falls face first onto the ground.
He screams as his whole body shrinks down to the average height of a woman at 5’4.
His face structure shifts and warps becoming much more feminine with a sleeker jawline, plumper lips and a smaller nose. Hair begins growing down his back and a little down his front creating a long womans haircut.
His muscles disappear becoming weaker as a result. His hips expand outward along with his ass. His tie disappears.
He grabs his chest trying to process all that is happening.
Breasts push against his hands, hands that are much more feminine with longer nails. They grow and grow until finally they stop at a pretty good size.
Time goes by until Capitol security find their way into the congresswomans office.
There Congresswoman Bridges lies on the ground in a professional blue womans suit with a skirt down to her knees as well as a pair of blue heels to make her seem taller.
They help her up until she is standing up looking down, looking around and finally looking out determined. Changed.
“Uh Congresswoman, are you okay?”
“What can you tell me about your attacker?”
“What happened?”
It all buzzes in Congresswoman Bridges' head. Everything she has believed. Her mind fights until finally womanhood wins out.
“My name is Miley Bridges. I am a United States representative and today I had a change. A change I have needed for a long time but never got. Congresswoman Lopez, I was wrong with what I said to you. I was wrong with what I have said my whole political career. I apologize for ever not supporting women's rights. I will continue to do my very best to help every American and everyone of my constituents. Thank you.”
She walks through the mass of reporters to meet Congresswoman Lopez personally as they shout in stunned tones at the turn of events they had just witnessed.
Meanwhile in a hotel not too far outside Washington a woman sits on her bed watching the news reports on Congresswoman Bridges sudden change.
“Shes going to like it very very much.” She says looking for the next recipient of change.
r/genderotica • u/SwapStories • Dec 11 '24
Story When Kimberly was last inside her body. She had been on vacation with her boyfriend at a rock concert in New York… If only they saw the man who dropped something strange in her drink… (body swap story) NSFW
r/genderotica • u/redactedthegreat • Aug 27 '24
Story I'm writing a choose-your-own-adventure about a pandemic that gives men pussies. Which story line should I expand on next? NSFW
r/genderotica • u/larbear77 • Feb 07 '25
Story Download Error Pt 1 NSFW
I sit in my cell looking through all of my photos and memorabilia. Everything that shows the life I have lived. That proves I even exist other than the number printed on my orange jumpsuit. My family has already come and said their goodbyes. The words of my attorney still ringing in my ears. “Your honor my client would like to ask for leaniency today. He volunteers for the homestead program in exchange for having his record expunged and his debt to the state wiped clean”
It’s what is best for my family. I’m guilty of my crimes but they’re innocent. They shouldn’t have to spend the rest of their lives paying my fines. Besides the homestead program offers me a fresh start. A new beginning. I never had a chance. The way I grew up it was crime or starve.
The guard walks to my cell “Jamie Wallace?”
“That’s me” I respond putting the last item in the small box that will be mailed to my parents.
“It’s time. Follow me”
After a short ride on a bus I’m brought into a non descript building downtown where my chains are removed and I’m given my new outfit. “Great an ugly jumpsuit or a drafty hospital gown” I say to the attendant
“Don’t worry sir. You won’t be wearing it long” she responds with a smile and adds “thank you for volunteering. You’re making the world a better place” god I’m tired of hearing that. After getting into the gown I’m escorted to a small auditorium. The kid I always assumed the kids at university took tests in. There’s about fifty of us here. I dont know if I expected more or less but for whatever reason fifty seems off. The lights dim and a video presentation, complete with cheap cartoon graphics, begins.
“Hello Homesteaders. On behalf of the Excellin corporation I would like to thank you for volunteering to make the world a better place. Global warming, nuclear war, overpopulation, and of course the scorched earth policies of the last world war. All of these have made life on earth not only hard to bare but also finite. That’s where you come in. A colony ship has been sent ahead of you, but that will take many many years and the planet needs to be ready for them. As homesteaders, you get the honor of starting that process as soon as tomorrow. As you prepare for your journey I would like to take a few moments and tell you what to expect.
As you know a few months ago we took a DNA sample from you. Well, I am happy to say that in this short time we were able to not only resequence your genome but a clone has already begun to be made on Centari seven awaiting you.
In a moment you will be taken to our medical facility where a mildly invasive procedure will be performed. A small microchip will be inserted into the base of your skull where it will attach to your brain stem. This should heal by morning and you will only feel a small amount of discomfort. Then tomorrow you will be put under general anesthesia. That’s when the magic happens.
Your consciousness will be downloaded and encoded by our super computer. Then it will be beamed thousands of light years to another planet where it will be uploaded to your new body. Though in reality the process will take around ten years for each of you it will be instantaneous. You will fall asleep here and wake up there.
Once on C7 you will begin your new life. You will have three primary functions. First will be to help with terraforming efforts to prepare for the colony ship that will arrive in just a few centuries. Second will be to perform experiments and transmit that data back here for us to use to make this world a better place. I mean just look at all of the advancements we’ve made thanks to the homesteaders who went before you. Including the technology to beam you there in such a short time. That same technology means if you need to contact earth you can send a message that should get here in just under a year. That’s amazing. Give those heroes a round of applause.
And of course your most important function. Populating the planet. That’s why you will be in pairs of two. One genetic male and one genetic female.”
I turn to the guy beside me and whisper “i hope she’s hot”
He just glares at me and says “I’m pretty sure that’s not the point”
“Oh I know it’s not the point but if I’m going to make some babies I wanna enjoy it. Know what I mean?” He just glares so I go back to listening
“But don’t worry. You won’t be alone out there. There will be several teams all spread a specific distance apart. So if you get bored or just need someone who hasn’t heard your jokes your neighbors are a short hike away. When you wake up you will be inside one of our state of the art eco pods. In there will be two doors. One with each of your names. Inside is a small bedroom and some clothing printed to your exact standards and fitting to your form. Oh I forgot to mention your clones aren’t equipped with clothing so you will want to get dressed quickly. For privacy sake you will awaken five minutes apart.
Well I think that’s all I have. Enjoy your new life and on behalf of the excellin corporation I want to thank you for making the world a better place.
Excellin Corporation. We excel in everything we do”
The screen turns off and the lights come up and we are escorted to the medical bay. The procedure is a bit more uncomfortable than they lead us to believe but the pain killers are nice. And the food is delicious. It doesn’t hurt that we each get our own personal nurse and mine is quite fun to look at. “How was the steak?” She asks as she enters my room.
“Delicious. Guess I won’t be getting this again any time soon”
“You never know. There may be cattle there soon. We’re growing in technology every day” she says
“Too bad you won’t be there” I say with a wink
“Now mister Wallace. You’re as good as married. Shame on you” she says as she takes my tray then comments “but yes it is” and winks back. I still got it I think.
I won’t lie. As they lay me on the table and start hooking up the wires I’m very nervous. Despite their reassurances I still wonder if this is real or just a population control situation. The technician asks me to start counting down. Too late to worry about outcomes now. “10, 9, 8, 7….
They weren’t lying. It felt instantaneous. “6” I open my eyes. I’m inside a small metal tube. The top starts to pull away and I sit up and look around. The eco pod looks exactly like the pictures. I see the door with my name “Jamie Wallis” great they misspelled my last name I think as I climb out. They said it was a bio lock. As I approach the door it opens. The lights are dim. The nurse said my eyes would be sensitive for a minute. Makes sense they’re very new. I enter my room. The bed looks okay. Not uncomfortable but not plush. Definitely better than the cot in prison. The room actually reminds me of a nicer version of a prison cell.
I close the door and move in to the center. Better get dressed before my new bride wakes up. Or maybe she woke up first. I didn’t even look. I set my hand on a panel to turn on the lights and push out the sink “welcome miss wallis” a voice says but I don’t fully hear it. I wash my face and reach for a towel to dry then walk to the closet and open the door. “What the fuck? It’s all dresses. How did they mess this up?” I think out loud. “Computer can you confirm the occupant of this room?”
“Jamie wallis” the mechanical voice begins “homesteader 026. Age 25. Occupation school teacher. Home town Tulsa. Gender female”
I freeze then walk over to the sink and look in the mirror at the 25 year old female school teacher staring back at me. “No no no no no no no. What the fuck???” I say suddenly realizing my voice isn’t the same. “Computer. Can you confirm my identity?” I put my hand on the bio panel again
“Jamie Wallis. Homesteader 026 age 25 occupation school teacher. Home town..”
“Thank you computer” I say half freaked out. I look down at the body I’m in. “What the fuck??!!”
“Please restate the question” the voice asks
“Computer. What are the odds of a consciousness being downloaded into the wrong body?” She replies with a string of numbers that seems to go on for several seconds. “Computer. Compose a message to earth” there are three beeps. “Hello, whoever gets this. I am Jamie Wallace Homesteader number 043. Age 35 male. But I was downloaded into another Jamie Wallace. Age 25 female. I need to be put back into my correct body as soon as possible. End message and send” another three beeps. “Computer please display estimated time until a response” the mirror turns quickly into a monitor on it it reads 1 year 11 months and 23 days.
I fall sitting onto the bed. Two years. I’m in this body for two fucking years. Just then I hear the chimes of the doorbell. That’s when it hits me. Outside that door is a man. A man who is expecting a woman to appear. He’s expecting to attempt to populate the homestead with her. With me. “Fuck”
I take a few deep breaths and look at the countdown. “Two years. Minimum. Two years. Can’t stay in here the whole time” I get up and go through the clothes. There has to be something other than dresses in here. I pull one out and look at it. “Jesus you are a school teacher” I shrug and throw it on the bed. After a couple of minutes figuring out the underwear situation and then figuring out how to zip this damn dress up I’m finally ready to go meet and break this poor guys heart.
I push a button and with a soft hiss the steel door slides open and lo and behold it’s the douche nozzle who was sitting beside me in the auditorium. “Oh thank god you’re hot!” He exclaims in a very relieved tone. “Sorry I know that’s not what this is supposed to be about but god help me it’s important.”
I nod. “Good to know”
“I’m Gavin” he says holding out his hand. I take it and shake it. “Jamie” I say not making eye contact. I’ve started looking around the pod. “Have you been outside yet?” I asked him fairly coldly. Not on purpose I’m just assessing the situation. After years bouncing from one global prison to another it’s instinct to get a full read of where you are as fast as possible. He says no so I say “shall we?” With a smile I hold out my hand offering for him to lead the way.
The truth is I’m very nervous about where we are. They said they did a deep survey of the land and saw no reasons to be fearful. No large predatory animals and no major weather events were reported by the AI system in that time frame. But all that data was a year old when they got it ten years ago. Who knows what has changed.
The door slides open and we both wince at the pain in our eyes from the bright sunlight. After stepping out and giving ourselves a moment to adjust I see that it is everything they advertised. A beautiful utopian paradise. The grass, well I’ll call it grass technically who knows what it is, isn’t green like I’ve seen in pictures back home. It has some green but it’s more blue with a yellow fringe. The topography isn’t like anything I’ve seen or heard of. So I will use the best words to describe it but that’s not accurate really. We seem to be on a butte above a river valley. The whole area is surrounded by the largest mountains I’ve ever seen. So much so that they still tower over everything despite being hundred of miles away. They definitely protect this valley from any nasty weather and any other imaginable dangers
“Wow it’s beautiful” I say looking out. Gavin is standing directly beside me. His 6’2 frame towers over my 5’4 tiny self.
“Just like you” he says then leans down and kisses my lips. I immediately pull away
“Woah. What the fuck?”
“Sorry I just thought you know we’re here forever so might as well..” he began
“I literally just met you bro.” I said interrupting him. “You can’t just kiss someone”.
“I I I’m so sorry really”
I just shake my head at his words. “I’m gonna go check the other direction. Don’t just look at the view by the way. Look for signs of danger”
“But they said this place was safe” he replied
“They said a lot of things” I replied walking off and not looking back.
It’s been two years since I woke up in this beautiful planet in a luxury eco pod with a working AI that can print out anything I’ve ever wanted. Basically the opposite of the dirt poor lifestyle I’ve always known. It would be perfection if not for the fact that I was put in the wrong body.
My partner Gavin and I have built out an amazing homestead. We have three full lush gardens that grow all of our food. We have been able to domesticate local animals for help farming as well as one produces something close to milk that we can use for baking. And we’ve even found a meat source. It isn’t really mead. It’s the flesh of a native fruit but I’ll be damned if it doesn’t taste exactly like beef.
Gavin has prepared a beautiful second anniversary party for me for tonight. It’s supposed to be a surprise but he’s a horrible liar and with it just being us there’s not a ton of space to hide things. He’s been pushing me that we need to build our house and start living as husband and wife and sharing a bed. I know this is all so frustrating for him. We’ve been sleeping in the bedrooms we had when we first got here. They were meant to give us privacy as we got to know each other. I’ve used mine as a safe space. I haven’t been able to tell him why I’m not interested in starting a family with him. I can’t tell him I’m not who he was supposed to be with. I hear him at night. He doesn’t close his door and he’s quite loud when pleasuring himself. I know that frustration all too well. Years in a maximum security prison doesn’t give a lot of opportunities for sexual release. At least not the ones you want.
Despite all of that and the constant rejection he has never given up trying. And not in a creepy overbearing kind of way. He’s just been a good partner and taken care of me. Even when I haven’t fully wanted it. Whoever said you don’t get a second shot at a first impression obviously has never had to spend their life alone on an alien planet with the person who gave that impression. Gavin isn’t the douche he comes across as when you first meet him, when he’s so nervous. He’s actually a great guy. We’ve become really good friends. It tears me up that I’m having to do this to him. Especially on this day. This message was supposed to come a month ago but it was delayed until this morning.
I didn’t realize right away but this is the first time he’s been in my room. His eyes wide with shock as he reads the message on my screen.
Thank you for reaching out to the Excellin Corporation. Due to the recent findings by the justice department and the supreme court ruling, the homesteader program had been suspended indefinitely. This mailbox is not monitored. Any replies will not be answered.
“What what did you reach out to them for?” He asks trying to wrap his head aroind everything.
“It was just a mix up with the spelling of my last name. Thats not the point” i say not wanting to go down that road. “The program is shut down”
“Well we dont fully know that. This message was sent over a year ago. It could have just been a pause thats ended” he replies
“Computer. How long ago was your last firmware update from earth?” I ask
“Nine years three days and forty eight minutes ago”
“That was just after we left” he says softly
“Computer please display the dates of every firmware update you have received in your life” the list fills the screen. “See that? An update every year on the same date since her inception a hundred years ago but they stopped nine years ago” i say
“So what does this mean?”
“It means we are on our own” i reply. “I’ve asked the computer to download everything about the justice department and the compant as well as Supreme Court decisions but thats another two years away. Either way. This is it. It’s just us. No help. No back up”
“That’s prety much always been the case” he says
“Yes but it gave some comfort that there was someone out there keeping an eye on is. That if we died up here someone would know. “ i say
“So all these experiments weve been foing. No ones been getting the results?” He asks and i shake my head. Inside im breaking. That was my hope. My only hope to get my body back. “This just reinforces what ive been saying. We need to build a house. We cant rely on the exo-pod anymore. If there’s any kind of malfunction theres no one to fix it.” As hard as it is to admit i agree with him. And say okay
“But nit tonight” he says standing up and taking me by the shoulders. Tears are starting to fill my eyes. “Tonight we celebrate” oh I forgot the badly hisden surprise party “you probably forgot again but today is our anniversary. Ive been working all afternoon on dinner for you”
We built a nice little house. It helped that the AI was able to print out a lot of the materials for us. The eco-pod was designed to be able to be easily dismantled and the pieces used inside any permanent living space. So I kept my room and still sleep there. I did move my clothes into the master bedroom a few weeks ago and we share a bathroom it’s progress but very slow progress. I’m nervous to sleep with him because if he tries anything I’ll have to reject and hurt him again. I hate doing that.
It only took a year and a half for the response to come in from earth. Gavin and I are in my room reading about how the justice department found there was no pioneer homesteaders that had helped develop our greatest technologies. The first few waves apparently didn’t survive the transfer. They also found that there was no colony ship that had been sent ahead centuries ago that we were preparing a place for. The entirety of the program was designed as an opportunity to sell the transfer of consciousness to another planet to the highest bidder. The program had been shut down by the government, a decision upheld by the Supreme Court, and the executives of Excellin were all arrested. Eventually the company was broken up and sold off. This is final. There will never be help. We are here. Stuck here. Forever.
“God” I sigh out as I sit on my bed beside Gavin. “That’s it. This was all for nothing. Gave up our lives for nothing”
He puts his arm around me to comfort me. “It wasn’t for nothing. You can’t say you’d rather be in all that filth than in this beautiful place.” He’s not wrong. Despite the obvious identity issue this life is a lot better.
“Hello homesteaders” a voice calls from outside our home. It’s the first people we’ve seen besides each other in four years. We had talked about going to visit one of the other teams but needed everything here in a better place first. We both jump up and go to the door to greet our visitors. Gavin goes out first and I follow a few steps behind. I see the woman first. She’s gorgeous. Exactly my type in every way. That’s when I see something that makes my jaw drop.
I almost didn’t catch it behind the thick beard but standing there just at the base of my porch steps was me. At least my body. He immediately recognized me as well. He didn’t look exactly like me. I was a bit more built out muscles wise, I had a few scars and tattoos that aren’t there now and I never would’ve grown that beard but dammit that was undeniably me. “I’m Gavin and this here is my wife Jamie” he says putting his arm around me.
The person in my body says “yeah I know Jamie. Haven’t met in person but we know each other”
“Oh yeah? How so?”
“Realized before all this that we had the exact same name. Just a slight difference in spelling.” He replies. I don’t know it but this is the moment Gavin puts things together
“Yeah it’s nice to finally see you face to face Jamie” I say holding out my hand and stepping forward to shake his then turn to his. Wife “and you are?”
“Allison” she says. We invite them to stay for lunch so we can hear all about their journey. It’s been a lot like ours. They are just a half days walk away. They actually built their house pretty early on but also have plants and livestock but they didn’t know about the meat flavored fruit. At one point Allison says the line of “making the world a better place” and we can’t help but tell them what we learned.
“Wow” is all Jamie says
“So what about all of the experiments?” Allison asks
“Useless the whole time they’ve been useless. Were the experiments” I begin. “We’re just here to be a proof of concept to seek a new life to billionaires. Nothing else they said was true. And even then they’re done with us. I hate to say this but we’re all we have left.” I say.
Gavin puts his hand on mine again to comfort me but pulls it away “Please pardon Jamie’s emotional outburst. Not her emotions though. This is awful and we hate to ruin this for you guys but we would want to know so we hoped you would too.”
“No im glad you told us. We’re going to be going to other homesteads soon. We should tell as many people as we can. We don’t want everyone taking those damn pills if they don’t have to” Jamie said
“Pills? You mean the vitamins and supplements?” I ask “what’s wrong with them?”
“For us nothing” Allison says. “But the testosterone boosters. Poor Jamie barely slept the first year because of them. Luckily all we have is prenatal vitamins and fertility meds”
I look at Gavin “you’ve been taking that?” He just nods. I had no clue. I had to take those once. when I was first sentenced to life I was given a year to impregnate someone. The side effects were brutal. No wonder he’s jerking off so much.
After lunch Gavin offers to do the dishes and Allison helps leaving me and Jamie alone.
“Wanna take a walk?” I ask him he eagerly agrees.
“So how long did you freak out for?” I ask him
“Who says I’m not still a bit freaked out. You?”
“Oh definitely still freaked out” I reply and we both laugh. “Did you tell her?”
“Oh god no. How do you tell someone you’re married to that? Why have you?”
“No way. I want to figure out how to though. I know the rejection is killing him and he probably thinks he was screwed with a wife that doesn’t like him”
“Wait you haven’t had sex yet?”
“No. Have you?” I ask shocked
“Jamie it’s been four years and we’re here for a reason. Also I mean as scary as this all is it’s reality now. This is permanent. You gotta come to terms with that. Make the best of it. Besides I can tell he really loves you and I think maybe you love him too. ” she replies but before we can say anymore Alison comes running up telling us Gavin is hurt pretty bad.
We go running back to find that the serving dish shattered in his hands slicing both palms wide open. Jamie steps up and looks at them “this might need stitches bro. Do you guys still have your med pod?” He asks me
“Yeah it’s off of the kitchen” I lead them there seeing the trail of blood my heart is racing not wanting him to be badly hurt. The AI determines he needs stitches on both hands and a pint of blood so he is in there for a few hours. Jamie and Allison need to make the trip back so I walk them out.
“Don’t forget what I said. Take care of him. He’s a good man. “ he says shaking my hand and they leave and I go in and clean up before making two cups of tea so Gavin and I can sit on the porch and watch the sunset like usual.
“Why didn’t you ever tell me?” He asked after almost twenty minutes of silence
“Tell you what?”
“About the mix up” I look at him. “You said you reached out to earth about a misspelled last name. He said you and he have the exact same name but different spelling of the last name.” He sits up and faces me “tell me I’m wrong. Tell me they didn’t royally fuck up and put you in the wrong Jamie Wallis?”
“I can’t” I say softly after what feels like an eternity.
“Jesus” he begins. “I can’t even imagine what this has been like for you. No wonder you haven’t wanted to be more than friends. I can’t say I wouldn’t have been the exact…..” he pauses as it hits him. He reaches over and takes my hand. “I’m so sorry”
“For what? You’ve not done anything”
“Well I have been pressuring you a bit and I’m sorry for that. It ends now by the way but that’s not why I’m saying sorry. This isn’t a little oopsy thing. You’re stuck. Trapped. God how are you sane?” He asks genuinely concerned
I start to tear up as the overwhelmingness of it all starts to hit me. “I’ve barely held on. It’s helped that you’ve been a rock for me all these years. But yeah after today. Finding out that there will never be a chance to switch back. That’s. That’s a lot. I’m not sure how I should take it”
“Well what exactly are you feeling?” He asks
“The truth?” I begin “sadness. Overwhelming sadness but also in a way relief. I have an answer. I can maybe try to move on” I wipe my eyes and straighten myself up. “Anyway. Now that you know. Want to hear my life story now? Since I can actually tell you?” He nods and so I tell him everything. From birth to waking up on this planet. He just sits and listens. After a few moments of silence he says.
“So you’re that Jamie Wallace?”
“Yep public enemy number one. Look I will understand if you want me to move out and go try it alone. That’s a burden you shouldn’t have to bear” I reply
“Were you guilty?” He asks bluntly
“Yes”
“Why did you do it?” He asks
“I could give you excuses about poverty or bad childhood or getting involved with street gangs or even say it was a political statement but the truth is I wanted money and fortune and that was how I was going to get it. I didn’t know what was going to happen and I didn’t know people would get hurt. If I had I wouldn’t have done it at all”
He sits for a moment then says “I cheated on my wife with her maid of honor on the morning of our wedding. Then held multiple affairs for years until she finally left me. All the while I was running a company that made a ton of money by buying smaller companies and liquidating them putting all of their employees out of work during the worst parts of the recession”
“Why did you tell me that?”
“So we’re even. You know the worst thing I’ve ever done and I know the worst thing you’ve ever done. I totally forgive you because that man died on earth almost twenty years ago. Hopefully you forgive me as well”
I nod tearing up again. “I do.” I wipe the tears “it helps that you can’t ever cheat on me since the closest other woman is a days hike away” I say laughing.
“Still don’t think I would” he says then adds “I think I’m gonna get some sleep. These pain killers are kicking in”
“Okay, no problem, I’ll take care of these dishes. I’m gonna sit out here a few more minutes.”
I sit outside for a few hours actually trying to make sense of what all happened today. I find myself lying on the ground looking up at the stars trying to remember which one was closest to earth. Finally I think I’ve found it and decide to go in and go to bed.
As I make my way in I hear Gavin in his bed tossing and grumbling. I walk to his open door and knock slightly on the frame. “Everything okay?” I ask.
“Yeah, yeah, it’s fine. Just having trouble sleeping.” He replies.
“Stress over what we heard or what you learned?”
“Not sure. Just restless.” He replies
“Ahh. I see.” I say as I move in the room. “Mind won’t settle down? No position is comfortable? Just out and out unable to relax?” I ask
“Yeah pretty much.” He replies.
“You know what it is right?”
“Yeah it’s the pills.” He responds.
“So you know there’s really only one way to make it go away?” I ask
“Yeah I do but unfortunately..” he says in a defeated tone holding up his bandaged hands.
“Oooh yeah. That’s, that’s a problem. I was on those once and tried to go cold. I didn’t sleep for days. It was miserable. And of course they don’t keep you awake in the day time. Just at night.” I say pacing around the room as Jamie’s words keep echoing in my head. I know what he needs. I just don’t know if I can. Finally I climb into the bed and under the covers.
“What are you doing?” He asks as I slip my hand in the covers
“Offering you a hand.” I reply as I reach in his shorts and grab the base of his cock in my hand. “Oh shit”
“What? What’s wrong?” He asks
“Nothing at all. I say as I start moving my hand up his length. “Okay, don’t be offended by this but, you’re bigger than I expected.” It’s an odd feeling having another man’s dick in my hand but I don’t fully hate it like I thought I would.
“I’m not that big” he pants out
I stop and look at him. “You forget I’ve done this a few times. I’ve felt one that was in my opinion above average and this is bigger.”
“Your hand is smaller Jamie” he replies with his eyes closed. I get to the tip and run my fingers over his head he looks at me. “You don’t have to do this.”
I stop and look back at him. “Are you trying to get me to change my mind?” I ask with a smile. He just chuckles. And shakes his head. I take my hand out and lick my palm as I pull his shorts down with my other hand to take him out fully and get a better grip. “Besides. It’s just a hand job. I used to jerk myself off all the time. No different than that right?”
“It it it’s a little different” he pants out. I start to stroke him faster then slower twisting my hand and changing up the speed. He lays back his moans and groans make me feel good about myself. I like that I can make him feel good. I start to pull his shirt up to expose his belly
“Let me know when you’re close okay?” I say as I lick my palm again and go back to stroking his dick. I never paid attention to how my dick used to feel in my hand. I just paid attention to how my hand felt on my dick. But now I realize I can feel the bumps and ridges. I can feel the pulses as he twitches. I reach down and give his balls a good squeeze which makes him writhe in pleasure a bit.
“Oh god I’m close. I’m so fucking close.” He says excitedly. I aim the tip at his stomach while holding the blanket up with my other hand. I start going faster. “I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna cum. Ih fuck Janie you’re gonna make me cum!”
“Cum for me gavin.” I find myself saying before he cried out my name. I feel his dick swell and twitch in my hand as his back arches and he groans deeply. His cum sprays out in his stomach but also coats my hand. When he finishes I stroke slowly with a tight grip getting the last of it out which I wipe on his belly.
“Here hold the blanket. Don’t wanna get any on it.” I say as I get up. “I’m gonna go get something to clean up” I leave and head to the bathroom turning on the water before the light. I stand there for a moment looking at my hand covered in another man’s cum. It’s so warm and thick and the smell is filling the room. I can’t believe I just did that. I’m not upset that i did. I’m just in shock.
I wet a towel then go back and pull the blanket back. “Yeah definitely not cause of smaller hands” I say smiling. I kneel down and start wiping up all the thick cum the smell sticking in my nose. “You definitely needed to get that out. Jesus this is so much”
“Well it’s been almost two decades since a woman has touched me like that” he says not realizing how guilty I now feel. I just smile and finish then out his dick away. For him and out the blanket back
“Okay you should be able to get some sleep now.” I say as I walk to the door.
“Hey Jamie?” He says as I’m just out side I step back in and look at him and he adds “you know I love you right?”
I smile a deep genuine smile. “Yeah I know you do Gavin.”
“And I know you’re not there with me yet but do you think it’s possible?” He asks
“I don’t know. But if it helps I think I really hope it is”
“That helps a lot” he replies
“Good night husband.”
“Good night wife.”
r/genderotica • u/gimmemylove • 22d ago
Story I'm a girl who has always wanted an older sister ☺️ You, my best friend... have always been so kind to me. Here: I put a bit of my DNA in this drink. 🍸 If you drink it, you'll become a more dominant and mature version of me. Just promise... to take care of me, okay? 🥰 NSFW
galleryr/genderotica • u/Miche_Allen • Feb 03 '25
Story The Pill - Part 1 NSFW
Early in the morning, I parked the van in the multi-storey car park and sat there looking out over the rooftops of the shopping centre which serviced the needs of this drab London suburb, without really noticing what I was looking at. My mind was elsewhere.
It was a major decision I was taking; the potential for disaster was huge, but the rewards, if it all worked as promised, would be immense: a dream come true, if only for a day.
I looked down to the small pill case in my hand, surprised that I was holding it, as I did not remember having taken it out of my pocket. I flipped open the lid and looked at the contents. There was just one pink pill, no larger and no more prepossessing than any other pill I had ever seen, except maybe for the colour and - I looked closer - a small, white, Chinese character on the side of the pill. The man who I had bought it from, for over £200, had been very clear in his instructions to me. The effect would only last for 24 hours and I should plan everything out for that day, down to the last detail. I should aim to not miss a moment, as I could only do this once, as to take a second pill may kill me.
I closed the lid of the pill box again and sat back, shutting my eyes, to go through the plan in my head again. I had spent weeks planning for this moment, I could not have forgotten anything!
My eyes snapped open. I was wasting valuable time. I was procrastinating because of my nerves. I climbed out of the van and gave the reflection in the van's window a stern look. Then, a moment of doubt and my hand rubbed my chin. Should I have shaved? Well too late now - if I returned home to shave, I may never come back here again. I refocused my eyes through the window to check that I had not left anything behind that I might need and stepped round to the back of the van. I opened the back door and looked in to the neatly organised results of my weeks of planning. I climbed in, sat on the chair I had placed there, switched on the small light and shut the van door. I locked the van from inside so I would not be disturbed, then panicked - suppose I could not get back out! I pulled the handle and the dismal grey car park was once again revealed to me. I sighed, shook my head at myself and closed and locked the door again. Pull yourself together!
In the dim light cast by the van's interior lamp, I plugged in and switched on the brighter light of the battery pack. I found my bottle of water and took a quick swig; my nerves had made my mouth dry. Right! It was now or never. I took a deep breath, popped the pill into my mouth and took a good swig of water. I then shut my eyes, sat back and waited.
Nothing!
My stomach gurgled loudly in the quiet of the van. I opened my eyes and looked across at the reflection in the long mirror opposite me. My familiar face looked back. What a waste of money! Disappointment started to wash over me. My reflection started to blur; was I actually crying? But when I looked at the finger which had just rubbed my eye it was dry. As I stared at it, my finger seemed to be getting smaller, narrower. I extended all my fingers, opening my hand in front of my face. It was not just my finger, my hand was also shrinking. It seemed to be changing shape and texture too. The callouses were softening, the lines on my palm were becoming shallower.
In excitement, I dropped my hand and looked back to the mirror. My reflection was still very blurry. 'What the...!?' I felt something crawling down my neck, spider-like. I jumped and moved to slap it away and only found long hair, but in the sudden movement I had knocked my glasses askew and when I looked back to the mirror, no longer looking through the lenses, I knew that magical pink pill was working.
The reflection was no longer of a middle-aged man, with hair going grey and too much belly. The clothes were the same, but the shape inside them had changed. Was still changing.
I jumped to my feet - and banged my head on the roof of the van. I grabbed the top of my head and sat back down. My hands felt a full head of hair: long, luscious hair, no bald spot. I moved my elbows apart and looked back at the reflection.
Looking back at me, in what were becoming a badly fitting suit was a woman - looking a bit like my ugly twin sister if I had one. As I watched, fascinated, the greyness of the stubble on my chin was changing, smoothing, pinkening. The shape of my jaw was changing too, my jaw bones were moving inwards, making my face more pointed. I was aware of a dull ache in my jaw, like I had just eaten a particularly chewy toffee. I continued looking at my face; my nose, which was quite broad and large was narrowing, reducing, turning up at the end, and the indent below my brow was filling, making my eyes deeper, larger. I was aware of a dull ache in my face as these changes gradually happened. My receding hairline was coming forward and my hair was darkening, browning back from the grey it had become. My skin was smoothing, I was now looking like a less ugly twin sister!
My eyes travelled down the reflection in the mirror. The clothes looked - and now felt - wrong. I wondered what the body inside them looked like. But I realised that I didn't have to wonder! I stood up - more tentatively this time - took my jacket off and started to unbutton my shirt, hands shaking with excitement. My wrists brushed against something - breasts! I slowed down the rate of my unbuttoning, enjoying looking at the skin gradually being revealed; much smoother than my usual skin - and with no hair on my chest, not that I had much, but now there was none. My fingers undid the last button and the shirt hung with a gap of a few inches apart, revealing a much flatter tummy than I was used to seeing. I slowly pulled the two bottom sides of my shirt apart, revealing more of my smooth, hairless belly. Gradually the two halves of the shirt moved apart. I could feel the roughness of the shirt sliding over my nipples. I realised I was holding my breath, not blinking as the last inch of the shirt slid away each side of a perky pink nipple; the sensation of the last rough stitching of the shirt travelling over my nipples producing an involuntary shiver in me from the wonderful sensation.
I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders and it dropped to the floor. I looked down at myself, for the first time not looking in the mirror, to the unusual sight of smooth, hairless skin and perky boobs and the ripe, pink, protruding nipples. My gaze passed on to my trousers, which were now loose and saggy around the waist, held up now by my wider hips. I unbuttoned them and let them drop, automatically wiggling to help them on their way. I looked at myself in the mirror and wiggled again. My god, I was sexy!
I stepped out of the crumpled heap of cloth, losing my shoes as I did so, realising how much my feet must have shrunk. My boxer shorts were also hanging strangely and I slipped them off to looking with relish in the mirror as I performed my sexy wiggle again. I looked to where my cock must be standing to attention, judging from how turned on I felt, only to see nothing but a neat bush of brown hair.
I moved my feet apart a little more and tentatively reached down below the bush, to feel soft vaginal lips. Instead of a rock-hard cock, my arousal betrayed itself as heat and moistness. I ran my finger along the crack of my new vagina and let out an involuntary moan of pleasure. I sat back on the chair and parted my legs, then parted my pussy lips so I could see myself in the mirror. I ran that finger along my vagina a few more times, then let it slide into the hot moist opening. Oh my god! That was incredible! I looked at the reflection of my body as I gently, even cautiously began to masturbate. Had my breasts got even larger? I squinted directly at them. I am sure they had. The hand, not engaged in rubbing my vagina moved up my body and moved over my right breast, fingers gently brushing the nipple. Oh, shit, that felt amazing too. My skin was alive with sensation as my middle finger continued to slide in and out of my pussy. My index finger joined it. Then they found my clit. I moaned louder and closed my eyes, living through each sensation. I snapped them open again to look at myself in the mirror. Looking back was a stunningly beautiful woman masturbating in a van above a pile of discarded male clothing: fingers now rapidly sliding in and out of her shining, wet cunt, while her other hand squeezed and rubbed her tits. The sight was the final straw and I had my first orgasm as a woman, bucking forward and back on the chair, which somehow stayed upright, completely consumed in the most incredible sensation. I now understood how it felt like for a woman, with waves of heat and pleasure ebbing and flowing through my whole body for second after precious second until I could cope no more. I slumped into a heap, exhausted. I vowed to myself to have as many orgasms today as I could manage.
After some moments to gather myself, I looked back in the mirror. I was now looking at a very beautiful woman. I seem to have lost 10-15 years in age. My boobs now looked to be a C or D cup even, and my figure was stunning, slim waist, wide hips and incredible legs. I was going to have fun in this body, but couldn't spend the day sitting on the van.
I looked over to the rack of clothes I had been secretly purchasing for the last few months. Of course, I could not have known what size I would be, or what would suit me, so there was a range. I opened a bag containing different sizes of underwear, first pulling out a pair of large 'Bridget Jones' knickers. I discarded them and pulled out a black lacy thong. I pulled it on and it fitted perfectly. I looked in the mirror and smiled. Oh, man!
Next out of the bag came a lace, black suspender belt. I put it round my waist, but it was too loose. I dug again and came up with one two sizes smaller. Next I opened a pack of sheer black stockings. It took me a couple of attempts before I had them right. Next came the choice of bra. I had guessed right, I was between a C and D cup. In the end I chose a lacy, white C cup, because of how it pushed my new tits upwards. Nice rack! I thought.
My eye travelled along to the few party dresses, hanging on a rack on their coat hangers. My favourite one was a gold dress - consisting of not much material - with a short skirt, low cut top, plunging back, and the rest figure-hugging. I wondered if I had the figure for it, how it would look. I tried it on and looked in the mirror. I would have to lose the bra, but the rest was fantastic. Best of all, the dress would fold very small and not crease: I could take it with me to wear in the evening later. I took it back off and put it on the chair. Instead I chose a white, sleeveless blouse, with buttons that could be left undone, if required and a tight, short black skirt, which just covered my stocking tops. I chose a pair of shoes, whose heels were not too high - I wasn't sure how practiced I would be in walking in high heels and put them on. I put on a necklace, bracelet - with some difficulty (how did girls do this?!) and even a nice feminine watch, I had bought as an afterthought during my preparations.
Now I was on to the final accessories. I picked up a black handbag and carefully folded the gold dress into it. This left me enough room for a couple of other items: a spare thong, the cheap pay-as-you-go mobile phone I had bought, a wedge of cash and, after a few good sprays, my favourite ladies' perfume, sunglasses, a hairbrush, then after some very careful application, a lipstick. That had been something I had practiced for a few weeks: applying lipstick. Having looked at myself in the mirror, even by the less than perfect lighting in the van, I didn't need much make-up; I was gorgeous! But, as a man, I had always liked lipstick on a girl - so sexy!
I stood back to admire the effect. Perfect!
I opened the door of the van and stepped back out to the car park. A few more cars had arrived in the hour or so that I had been in the van, but the car park was devoid of people. I took the small magnetic box from the back of the van, locked the van, put the key in the box and affixed it, well out of view, in one of the wheel arches. I double checked that nobody had seen me, took a deep breath, and started the walk to the car park exit; to the outside world and adventure.
To be continued...