Girl Trouble

by Amanda Clover

  His fat balls press against my asshole. His weight mashing them against my tender clench as his cock pounds in and out of my aching fuckhole. He is driving me to an orgasm and my will to fight him recedes. I lie moaning beneath him as he buries his cock into my shaved slit, using me like a flesh and blood fucktoy for his sick pleasure.

  His thrusts grow more forceful, his breathing more ragged. He pushes the weight of his upper body onto his hands on either side of my head and he looks down into my face. Above me, red-faced and grunting, all sweat, he's about as sexy as a monster, but his cock is driving me wild.

  "I'm going to cum in that pussy," he grunts, jamming his cock deep. "I'm going to give you this hot load. You ready, baby?"

  "No! Please, don't."

  "Tell daddy you're ready for this cum. You want this in your pussy."

  His eyes bore into mine. I can feel his fat cock swelling even more inside my clutching cunt. At any instant he is going to cum inside my unprotected pussy.

  "Please...ohhhh...please daddy...stop." I gasp and try weakly to push him off of me. "Pull, ohhh, pull out!"

  "Ohhhhhh fuck," he groans loudly. "Here it comes!"

  I close my eyes and stop fighting. I feel his cock throbbing in my tight fuck tunnel and then the warm wetness and pressure of his cum firing deep into my pussy. He pushes it deeper with each slow, shuddering thrust, pumping me full of his load. I'm guessing most girls don't know when they're knocked up, but I can feel it. This is no false alarm. Mr. Shmecklinger just knocked me up and made my condition irreversible. My orgasm hits me with that realization and my squeezing cunt betrays me, milking his cock for every drop.

  "Ohhhh yes," he laughs. "Squeeze that cum. I bet that feels real nice in that tight little pussy."

  When our orgasms are finished, he pulls his slowly softening cock from my creamed pussy with a slurp and bends my body up to show my swollen, freshly-fucked cunt to his camera. He lowers it between my thighs and gets a good close-up view as I feel the silky wetness spilling from my cunt dribbling down my asshole.

  I dress and head home in a daze. Isaac says something to me, but I don't even remember what it is. I nearly get in a car wreck I'm so out of it. It's late when I sneak onto the house. I can still feel his cum, wet in my panties and slick against my thighs. I creep into my darkened bedroom.

  Andrea is waiting for me. Her anger turns to concern as she sees the bewildered expression on my face.

  "What happened?" she demands to know.

  "I...I think I just got knocked up."

  "What!? How? How could you know? What does that mean?"

  I sit down on the bed as she is standing up. I stare straight ahead and tell her what it means.

  "I am going to be a girl forever."

  Girl Trouble 4

  The Gender Swapped Homecoming Queen's Gangbang

  Day Five

  Friday

  "Are you sure this is the only way to do the exam, Doc?" I ask, looking up at the wild-haired Doctor Guttenberg in his white lab coat.

  "Yes," he says. "I think it will provide the, um, clearest results, Brianna."

  I wet my lips and my gaze falls to the tip of his cock. It is smeared with a translucent blue gel that he assures me will be able to detect whether or not I am pregnant. He developed it himself and apparently it is the only test that will work so soon after being impregnated. I'm not exactly a scientist. I'm a football jock. Or I was, before I turned into this hot-bodied bimbo with the killer tits.

  I lean my head to the side and check the clock on the wall of the chemistry classroom. There are only about fifteen minutes before the first period starts. Maybe ten minutes before the other students start filing in. Doc must be pretty confident in my abilities. I glance up at him again. He smiles serenely and gives me an encouraging nod.

  "Alright, if you say so, Doc."

  My tongue darts out and I give my plump lips a final lick to make them nice and moist. I take a deep breath and lean my face to Doc's fat cock. I grip his warm shaft in my hand and skin his cock with a stroke. The glistening blue gel smears with my motion and I press my lips in a wet kiss against the bulging head of his cock.

  "Ohhh, yes, that is a good start. But you'll have to take the whole thing in your mouth and suck it very vigorously."

  "Mmmmkay," I mouth against his cock. I open wide and fill my mouth with Dr. Guttenberg's hot, gel-smeared fucktool. As Soon as that throbbing pipe is between my lips, it all comes naturally. I forget all about being some gym rat jock. I'm a hot cum slut and I love sucking hard cock.

  My head bobs on Doc's hard fuckmeat and I make little moaning sounds that seem loud in the quiet classroom. Minute after minute ticks by on the clock as I work his shaft with one hand, his balls with the other and I slurp every bit of that test gel off his tip. He starts leaking his salty precum against my tongue and thrusting between the hot oval of my lips. His balls slap lightly against my chin as he pushes bulging bell against my tonsils.

  "Mmmmmhmmmm," I encourage him, massaging those cum-filled balls while I look up at him and suck.

  "Oh, Darwin, yes. That's it, my dear." His face contorts in pleasure and he lets out a last cry of, "Eureka!"

  His cock twitches and hot cum pumps against my throat. I gulp his gushing goo as fast as it hits my tongue, slurping and licking in the spurting stream until I've downed every drop and I feel all sticky in my throat. I give my head a few last bobs and wipe the pearly drops of spunk from my chin and into my mouth.

  "That was phenomenal," he says, helping me to my feet. "Now, if you'll just lie down on the table, I can scan the isotopes in your digestive system and--"

  The first student of the day walks through the door. Fortunately, Doc has the presence of mind to zip up before the interloper sits down at one of the lab tables.

  "Uh, perhaps during lunch," says Doc. "You can come back and I'll go over your, uh, exam for you."

  "Thanks, Doc," I say, daring to lean in and give him a smooch on the cheek. "See you at lunch time."

  Look, I may play the giggling bimbo, but I get it. Doc is taking advantage of my new condition - as a smoking hot eighteen year old girl - to get his rocks off. I can't blame him. If it were me, I'd be doing the same thing, and I'm not just saying that because these pheromones I'm pumping out are driving me and everyone else around me sex crazy.

  Out in the hall, things are beginning to thin out a little bit, but as I head to my Friday gym class, I spot a sight that makes my hands ball up into fists. Alex Kuntzman - yes, that is his real name - the scumbag who took my starting QB job and my girlfriend, is making out with Pepper right there in the hallways. He has one hand on her ass and his tongue down her throat as he makes eye contact with me. The old me would have walked over and decked him. The new me feels a surge of adrenaline and I suddenly turn away and hurry on.

  Why did I do that? Why didn't I just pound him into the ground? Well, the easiest answer is that I can't anymore. All of my muscles have been turned into these great big knockers jiggling inside my sweater. My muscles turned to fat and filled out my butt to borderline Kardashian levels.

  I duck past the band room and run straight into my linebacker buddy, Wyatt. My tits mash right into his chest and the big lug catches me in his arms before I bounce off of him and fall over.

  "Hey there, slow down...Brianna. Wow. You're um, more endowed than...how are you doing?"

  Things are a little awkward between me and Wyatt. He's the one who spilled the chemical on me that turned me into a girl and, even though I should hate his guts for that, we left the friend zone in a hurry a couple days ago. I've kind of been avoiding him since then. No avoiding him now. I look up at past his big, beefy chest at his friendly and very rectangular face.

  "I'm not doing too good, Wyatt." I push off his chest and settle back onto my feet. He lets me go. "I've lost starting QB and I just saw Kuntzman swapping spit with Pepper."

  "Ouch." He gets a sympathetic look on his face. "Guess that means you're not going to homecoming wi
th her. Hey, do you want to go with me?"

  I glance back down the hall at my hot blonde ex-girlfriend grinding on my worst enemy. I grab two handfuls of Wyatt's shirt and drag him into the closet where they store all the drums for the music room. He gets a surprised look on his face, but doesn't resist.

  "What's going on?" he asks, once we're alone with all the drums.

  "You know Isaac Shmecklinger?"

  "That nerd? Sure, I know him. He helps me with my homework sometimes."

  "He's blackmailing me to go to homecoming with him, Wyatt. He's got pictures of me, um, doing things with Coach Dandridge. Maybe even video. And I think he might know about...you know. Me and you."

  Wyatt lets out a long exhalation.

  "Hold on. You're just some hot babe to him, right?"

  I shake my head.

  "No. He knows who I am. He overheard me talking to Pepper." I let out a sigh, caught off guard by my own welling emotions. "He's not so bad, I guess. I mean, he makes me do things that--"

  "Hold on, you're banging Isaac Shmecklinger?"

  I pull the neck of my turtleneck down and show him the leather dog collar around my neck.

  "He makes me wear this," I say.

  "Holy shit. That is one kinky little fuck." Wyatt claps his hands together. "Want me to kick his ass?"

  "Yes," I say and then stop him as he starts towards the door. "You can't. He'll leak all my pictures and ruin me."

  "That's just not right...I mean...Isaac. Gets you!"

  "You mean to say that you're disappointed that you don't get me." I jab a finger into his chest. "Always about your dick with you boys."

  "Jeeze, Brian...um...Brianna. I mean, it's not like that."

  "So if I got down on my knees right now..." I lower myself to my knees in front of him and reach for his belt. "And I start unbuckling your jeans to take your cock out...you're honestly going to be a gentleman and stop me?"

  "Ohhhhh fuck," he groans, leaning back against a giant drum.

  I unbuckle his belt and pull his fat cock out. I slap it with my hand and then wrap my soft grip around him and stroke him slowly. Am I turning into a naughty bitch? Yes. Without a doubt.

  "I don't hear you stopping me," I observe.

  "It's just that...ohhhhh..."

  Whatever Wyatt was about to say dies on his lips as I pop mine around his thick jeans meat. Tastes a little sweaty and sour, but I give him a good, hot bath with my spit and start bobbing on his funstick.

  While my head is bobbing on his hardness, my hands lift my turtleneck sweater up my slender belly and over my jiggling tits barely crammed into a powder blue bra. I lift the cups of that up above my tits as well, baring my big, pale mounds of titflesh lined red from the bra's seams. I pinch my fat nipples and look up at Wyatt who is watching my ever move.

  "They're so big," he groans.

  "Yeah," I say, popping my lips free of his cock. "One of Doc's cures made them grow even bigger. Want to feel them?"

  "Oh, fuck yes, I do," groans Wyatt. He reaches down to get his big old hands on my newly ginormous tits. I smack his hands away.

  "That's not what I meant!" I scold. "Just lean back and relax."

  I wrap my overstuffed fuckpillows around his spit-washed jizzwand and give him a nice, firm squeeze. A little extra drool, sliding slowly from my lips into my cleavage in a long strand, and he's getting my very best bouncy boob stroke. My tits slap against his thighs and completely swallow up his cock. It only reappears as I squeeze them down to his root and the swollen, glistening tip pops up from between my breasts. I give it a quick lick each time it appears, tasting his salty syrup.

  "Ohhhh fuck," he moans. "Ohhhhh, man, dude. That feels so good. You're going to make me bust a nut."

  Sure, I could let him hose down my tits with his hot cream, but I've got to get to class. I tuck my chin in and wrap my lips around the head of Wyatt's hard fucktool. It's so fat and it is leaking a constant flow of precum across my licking tongue as I hold his shaft tight between my tits and jiggle around him.

  He lets out a long groan of pleasure that rises in pitch almost to a scream. His cock throbs in my cleavage and pumps against my tongue. A hot stream of spunk lashes my tonsils and I gulp, swallow each spooge spurt as it launches into my sucking mouth. It's a big, thick load, but I take every drop like the good slut I am pretending to be. Pretending? Am I really pretending as I gulp down all of my friend's fuckcream? No. I think I might actually be a slut.

  I pop my lips from him and release Wyatt's flagging cock from the soft prison of my cleavage. I give it a last kiss before he retreats a step, looking at me in wonder.

  "That was...that was amazing. You are like a porn star or something dude."

  Looking down at my drool-lubed breasts with their redness from friction I realize that he might even be right. If I end up stuck in this body - this amazing, cock-stiffening, pheromone-pumping, fuck queen body - I could totally get a gig in porn. Not just a gig. I could be a star.

  The bell sounding again reminds me that for now I am a teenager in high school and I just became late to my next class. I buckle my bra and pull my sweater back over my jiggling jubblies. Wyatt stares at them as they disappear from view.

  "Hey, could I, like, still ask you to homecoming?"

  "No, you doofus!" I snap, pushing him away. "I told you why not. Now go to class. I have to get there before Miss Abernathy makes me stand in front of the whole class doing algebra questions on the chalkboard."

  I scold myself as I walk down the now-emptied halls. It's not even second period and I have already gulped down two big loads. This is getting worse by the minute and even more out of control.

  It certainly doesn't help when I show up late to Miss Abernathy's class and she puts me up at the chalkboard and has me try to solve math equations that make about as much sense to me as a dolphin trying to light a bon fire. Back when I was Brian Harrison, the football star, I could stand up at the chalkboard and goof around. Now I feel like the punch line of a joke about bimbos and every guy is whispering about how my nipples are sticking out under my sweater like a couple of old stereo knobs.

  My face is hot and my pussy is slick. I want to bend over and get rammed by every guy in this stupid class. I want them to line up and push me up against this chalkboard and pound my pussy until it hurts and I want them to all cum inside me. Trust me, thinking about this stuff does not help determine the value of y.

  Somehow, my pheromones do not overwhelm me or the whole class, and I am able to survive my humiliating display and my next classes before heading back to visit Doc during my lunch break. The wild-haired old professor is back in his private room again, using a dropper to lift chemicals from one flask to another. I notice he has a large vial of pink serum and another large vial of blue serum.

  "Hey Doc," I say, tossing my book bag aside. "Can we do that scan now? And please, I'm having a really weird day, no more tests that involve your cock."

  His face turns red and he sputters defensively.

  "It's okay, I get it," I say. "Pheromones and all this."

  I squeeze and lift my breasts before letting them fall back into place.

  “I just...it's...” I gasp, my mind drifting to thoughts of Doc's fat fucktool and how it feels in my mouth. And in my ass. I think I'd like to feel it in my pussy next.

  I grab Doc by his lapels and shake him.

  "Please, help me," I moan. "I want to fuck everybody I meet."

  "Yes, yes," he pulls my hands away. "Your condition is progressing and your...pheromones are most...difficult to resist. Please. Lie down on this table and I will begin the test."

  Luckily, it does not involve taking off any clothes, nor does it involve Doc's cock prodding my teenage holes. After a few minutes of examining me with some sort of scanner, Doc sits up straight.

  "The good news," he says, drumming his fingers on my flat belly, "is that you are not pregnant. The bad news is that you are ovulating."

  "What does that mean?"

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sp; He frowns as if I should know, but explains anyway.

  "It means the next time you have unprotected sex, you are almost definitely going to be pregnant. And when that happens all of this is going to be irreversible." He picks up the blue vial. "And I have just developed the serum to counteract your condition."

  "Is it going to work this time?" I ask, recalling how his last serum made my boobs gigantic.

  "I have tested it extensively on mice and frogs. I believe it will work, but I want to run a few more tests to be sure it does not have any harmful side effects. A few of the test subjects produced...anomalies."

  "What does that mean?"

  "It means they grew their penises back, but nothing else changed. They were futanari fucksluts." He points to his computer screen. It is displaying a cartoon image of a huge-breasted woman with an enormous cock between her legs. "In my professional medical opinion."

  I ponder what he is saying.

  "Wait a second, you turned frogs into fucksluts? What does that even look like?"

  "Trust me, you do not want to see the inside of my frog terrarium." He rolls his eyes. "Like a bottle of glue exploded."

  "So what's this other vial?" I ask, picking up the pink vial.

  "Don't! Be careful!" He snatches it from my hand. "That is a concentrated version of the serum that turned you into a woman. Just a drop will have the same results as what spilled onto you and it will act much more quickly."

  "What was the point of making that?"

  "My dear, profits of course. There is a huge market for a drug that will turn any man into a sexy bimbo with a high libido. Think about it." He puts the serum back onto a rack. "Now, while you were here I thought I might...suggest a new technique, um, to..."

  "You can't think of anything to fool me this time, can you?"

  He shakes his head from side to side. I grab his head and pull it down into my cleavage, smothering him in my breasts.

  "It's alright," I say. "We'll work this one out."