DIRTY SWAPS: Hardcore Gender Swap Bundle

by Tina Majors

  Then another two.

  Now they were in a circle around me.

  “You’ll be changing out here,” He said.

  The He in question was a large, athletic black man called Stevens. Now let me describe Stevens…

  Here was a man of medium to tall height but very broad. And I don’t mean fat at all, I mean seriously muscular, well built. He had an air of dominant stag about him, a real top male in the pack kind of vibe. He was topless, his hard nipples sticking out of his even harder pectoral muscles.

  Wow, I really felt like I could start panting at any moment.

  Then my eyes drifted downwards towards his naked bottom half. He was already hard, his meaty thick cock pointing upwards, flexing and twitching. His dick head was bulbous and looked keen for action. Exactly the kind of action my by now soaking wet and pulsating pussy was ready to give him.

  “Boys,” Stephens said. “Boys, strip this big bootied slut for me!”

  And with that, the men closed in on me and began to overpower me with total ease. I felt my clothes being removed with a kind of power I couldn’t have resisted even if I had wanted to (which, of course, I didn’t!), no care being taken to make sure that I was okay.

  As the clothes fell off I found myself conscious that my body had changed again. I was suddenly curvier than I had been the previous time I was caught up in antics inside the changing room.

  My breasts bounced up and down.

  They were large, juicy, voluptuous.

  I felt one of the men tweak my nipples and I gave out a long moan as he pulled on them and I looked at them in awe as he released them and left two large, hard nipples, totally perfect in all aspects.

  I looked down to my hips and the over my shoulder to my ass. Both were impressively toned but they were also significantly shapelier than last time. I’ll be honest, I loved them.

  I felt incredibly feminine and sexy.

  To tease the men and get their jucices flowing I did an impromptu squat and spread my ass cheeks and let them drop and jiggle as I sat in a deep squat position.

  “Well boys,” Stephens said. “I think it’s fair to say that this total slut is ready for a complete dicking from us. Put her in position!”

  There was a ripple of excitement in the room and I felt myself being lifted above head height by these muscular, horny men. I was then flipped onto my front and bent over a comfortable changing bench.

  “You’d better hold on, bimbo!” One of the men shouted, laughing from the pit of his incredibly toned and sculpted stomach.

  I wanted to please the men, really help them get off. I stuck my ass in the air and gave it a quick shake. I knew this would go down well so I wasn’t surprised when I heard them cheer and clap.

  I did it again and again and soon found them closing in on me.

  They were so big and strong they literally began to reduce the light in the room around me. It was like a solar eclipse caused by an alpha male storm.

  I was soaking wet and hot.

  I ran my fingers over my titties as they hung over the edge of the bench and I finger fucked myself hard to the delight of all involved. Then I knew it was time.

  How did I know?

  I’ll tell you how.

  I felt a massive cock go all the way up into me. It felt sensational and almost immediately I felt my entire body beginning to quiver and shake.

  It wasn’t just the size of the cock, but it was the way I was being man-handled by Stephens. It was also the way that the other men had begun to jerk their cocks over my body, rubbing their swollen heads over my back, by thighs, my face.

  Obviously, I began to take the dicks in my mouth and in my hands. I just craved more and more cock. I was in heaven, absolute heaven.

  “Tell the men how much you love it!” I was ordered.

  I didn’t need asking twice.

  “I love it,” I moaned. “I love all of your big, alpha dicks. I want you to pump me, use me, slap me, pinch me. Use me as your sex doll, your bimbo, your slut. I want you in every hole, I want your hot, strongy cum all over me, inside and out! Ooooooh, give it to me!”

  “You heard the lady!” Stephens roared.

  Soon the men began to cum, their hot stringy semen hitting me on my face, in my hair, dripping down onto my nose and then into my mouth. The men would slap my face with their dicks after the initial cum to make sure that every last drop was out.

  I had orgasmed several times and now could feel one final one building up. Stephens could sense it too and told the men who weren’t already recording this spectacle on their phones to hit the record button because, and I quote, ‘This will be spectacular.’

  And, of course, he was right.

  Just as soon as he said that, I felt my entire body shaking, going into an animalistic spasm that seemed to last forever. I was moaning and squealing like a wild animal, totally unburdened by self-consciousness. I rocked back, pushing more and more furiously on his mammoth dick.

  Then I felt my alpha master spread his seed into me. It was like being blasted with a powerful tap, the amount of cum he juiced into me was ridiculous. I heard him grunting and panting, and felt incredible.

  I felt like a worthy bimbo who had pleasured her boss.

  After the men had left and it was just me and Stephens he picked me up and carried me over to a clean comfy sofa. We sat together, my head across his lap, looking up lovingly at him and his chiselled features. I was in the presence of a bull, a real man. And as I gently caressed my soft skin and run my fingers across the curves of my body, I knew that I would be returning to this magical health spa again and again… and again and…

  One of the things I love to eat is your standard chocolate bar (or candy as they say in the US of A). I mean the standard style you get in a supermarket from one of the big manufacturers like Nestle or Mars International, you know the score.

  Your Mars Bar, your Twix, your Snickers.

  Sure, they come loaded with a bucket of sugar and God knows what else in terms of flavourings and whatnot, but they sure do hit the spot when you need a quick fix of junk flavour.

  But this is problematic for two main reasons.

  The first is that the aforementioned sugar is actually terrible for you, it really is. The way it contributes nothing but a quick fix actually leaves the eater (you, me, Peggy Lee) open to a sudden crash is both physically and mentally dangerous.

  Think about it for a moment. It’s not all that different from taking a drug that gives you a surge of energy. What happens when that surge ends? Where are you both mentally and physically?

  The second problem is that this kind of sugar is very hard to burn off and is a major contributor to obesity.

  Say no more.

  But here’s the kicker.

  These snacks don’t actually taste that great. Not when you actually take a step (or two) back and smell the processed cheese. The thing with many of the new era whole food snacks is that they provide a slow burn release of energy, the kind that is both super high on flavour but doesn’t leave you feeling like crap half an hour later.

  Honestly, I’ve eaten a raw nut bar and been high on the flavour an goodness for at least an hour after, probably more if I think about it.

  So, yeah, you could say I have been on a journey of change and discovery when it comes to the kind of snack that I partake in the consumption of when I feel my tummy tell me that I need that out of meal exposure to some food.

  That said, I cannot honestly say that I don’t miss the ease and convenience of that quick hit of a Kit Kat or a bag of Maltesers. But, you know what, that feeling is starting to fade now. It’s almost like in truth I can’t really remember what they taste like now, so I’m not really missing them, more like I’m missing the idea of them – and further, I’m missing the idea of what I thought they were, not what they are in practical terms.

  Well, this is all getting a bit philosophical isn’t it! I’ve worked up quite an appetite, perhaps I need a tasty six nut raw cacao bar
!

  Anyway, as I say, sugary snacks are one thing but what I really do enjoy is a great juice.

  And, no, I don’t mean that from concentrate crap that fills the sky high shelves of your local super market or out of town mega market.

  If you think that Mars bars are full of sugar then you only need to read the ingredients list of a from concentrate juice to see that sometimes the devil wears a disguise designed to fool innocent morons into drinking what they assume is a health focussed fruit based beverage but is in actual fact essentially sugar in liquid form. Avoid at all costs and if you do insist on buying juice from a carton, then may I politely advocate that you check it is not from concentrate and does not contain any additional flavourings or additives.

  But I digress.

  What I was saying before I so rudely interrupted myself was that I enjoy making my own juice. Yes, you read that right. I like to cut out the middle man and the corporations and make my own juice out of the freshest, most natural ingredients out there. Apple. Banana. Passion Fruit. Orange.

  You name it, I’ll juice it.

  But here’s the twist that might shock you: I’ll throw in a few super nutritious greens in there as well. Now hold on to your hat and don’t run for the sick bucket. The combination of the fruit means that the taste of the green green super leaves is for the most majority hidden from your taste-buds.

  My point?

  You get to enjoy an incredibly tasty juice that combines the nutritious benefits of both the fruits and the vegetables. Hell, what’s not to like?

  I know, I know, you can’t think of a single objection can you?

  Of course.

  But I would utter one word of caution. Please be careful not to underload the fruit and overload the green leaves. This could potentially leave you with a juice that only the bravest health maniac could handle. And, yes, I am talking from painful, sour experience! The time I over planted the kale leaves will live long in my memory and not for good reasons I can assure you.

  What I did was this: I made the simple error or getting distracted by the music I was casually MCing along to.

  And guess what?

  The preferred handful of kale became four handfuls. And the suggested three kiwis became a single handful of grape. I know, I can hear you retching in absolute disgust from here.

  Well, it was a tough lesson to learn, a bitter juice to swallow if you excuse the pun.

  Anyway.

  I picked up my Samsung tablet and held it out in front of me.

  Yes, it looked nice.

  I wouldn’t say it was a design classic or anything, and although I am certainly no Apple fanboy, in all seriousness you couldn’t say it looked as super sleek as the iPad, in any of its myriad models.

  But, it did look decent and I liked that it felt substantial, but not too heavy, in my hand. I’d dropped it a couple of times and it hadn’t exploded in a shattering mess just yet so that also spoke to an inherent inbuilt durability that scored well in my personal score chart for products of the electronic variety.

  I put the tablet down on the wooded worktop and had a quick look at my emails before accessing the YouTube app to look up a new video from an online workout and lifestyle guru I had taken an interest in.

  The whole idea of this person’s workout approach was that you fuelled your body and took care of it, and then when it came to exercise it could deal with you going hard on yourself.

  But don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t going hard in the sense of standing there like a dumb melon and lifting weight after weight.

  No, it was all about bodyweight stuff, flexibility, explosive power and having a fun time outdoors. I guess it was also a lifestyle thing, certainly in the videos he uploaded everyone seemed to be having a good time, eating and living well, and having a fun time running around and practicing capoeira in the park!

  Well, you can’t blame me for looking to be aspirational when it comes to working out. Working out in a gym might have certain appealing aspects, but really isn’t it just a bit boring? And the places always seem so ridiculously hot in such an artificial way. Some say this is to make people sweat and then think they’re working harder than they are. The idea with this being that people don’t actually work as hard so feel compelled to keep coming back.

  Conspiracy theory?

  Well maybe, but the thing is you can’t put anything past these corporations when it comes to the bottom line aka the big fat profit margin.

  But to be honest I do think the era of the super gym is coming to an end because you do seem to see so many mega deals on membership at the moment.

  With the rise of Instagram and other social media o this kind it has become obvious that you just don’t need a gym and by extension gym equipment for your workout needs. People have moved on and the sooner the gym and fitness corporations realise this the better I say. Perhaps instead of gyms, these buildings could be used more as spas?

  Now that idea could have potential.

  Anyway, I’m ranting and raving like a lunatic now. The point was, I enjoyed watching my workout video and actually picked up a recipe for a new smoothie on the way.

  Result!

  But things got weird.

  Stumble, trip, losing balance…

  CRASH!

  I banged my head, blacked out a second.

  What the fuck was happening?

  Wait…

  No…

  It can’t be…

  Thoughts were running through my mind like Usain Bolt on his way to another gold medal or world record.

  I realised then that what had happened was that I had been changed into a woman.

  And I mean literally changed into a woman.

  I couldn’t believe it. So many thoughts ran through my head all at once. I mean I had fantasised about this happening but now it was real I didn’t know what to feel or what to do. I mean there were practical concerns for a start, like my job and my friends, people who would be wondering where I had gone and when they found out how would they even respond?

  This was literally the craziest thing that had ever happened to me.

  I mean, I had bought the transformation pills kind of on a whim, almost a joke or a dare. I had heard that they didn’t work as advertised but gave you a nice buzz and were good for chilling out to as a result of hormone stuff.

  But here I was, and the pills had actually done what they said they would do. I couldn’t believe it, as I said it was a feeling of panic, a realisation of what had happened.

  But I also couldn’t deny that I was turned on too.

  I took off my clothes – men’s clothes, not that I would be needing these! I walked over to the full length mirror in my bedroom and slowly moved my hands from my face. I couldn’t believe what I saw staring back at me. It was like the pills had not only changed me from an average man to a woman, but they had also read my mind and changed me into the exact kind of woman I fantasised about.

  I looked like Kate Upton!

  Let me take a minute to describe the curves on my new body.

  Actually, I’ll start at the top and my pure white skin, my long blond shiny hair, my plump lips. I was gorgeous, and I knew what men would think when they saw my lips… perfect for cock sucking and cum swallowing. I felt a tingle run through my body, this was very different to being a man and…

  Sooooo much better.

  I continued to look at myself and move on to my large, balloon like tits. They stuck out directly from my chest, loud and proud. I nervously at first moved my hands up to each breast and began to gently run my hands over them on on to my new nipples, large, hard, erect and pointing straight out. I then gently squeezed each nipple and pulled it out, just to the point where pleasure and pain met in perfect synchronicity.

  Again, I felt myself go a little weak at the knees. I felt something going on further down on my body, where my dick used to be but where now there was a red hot, soaking wet pussy ready to be explored.

  As I moved my hands down t
o my pussy, I took a moment to look at the thin landing strip of dark pubic hair above my pussy.

  I guess blonds do have more fun, I thought.

  I ran my fingers over the soft hair and gently pulled on it, lifting up my pussy lips and allowing a cool blast of air on me. It was at this point I became aware of my clitoris.

  Oh god, I had a clitoris!

  This was going to be fun, I thought as I placed my hands on my substantial, well rounded thighs. I squeezed on them and imagined what it would feel like when a big strong man grabbed them and bent me over or threw me down on a bed. The kind of guys I knew who liked the classic Upton curves knew how to handle a woman.

  I turned around and saw my peachy booty in all its glory. Wow, it was spectacular to say the least. A perfect squatting booty. I put my hands on it and made it jiggle. I spread my cheeks, lifted them, and let them drop. More jiggling.

  Men would go wild for this ass, I knew they would.

  I felt a little nervous at the thought of men checking me out everywhere I went, their cocks hardening, their minds running away with them.

  It was all getting too much, I almost wanted to just finger fuck myself right that second.

  Just as I was about to start, the doorbell rang!

  I quickly grabbed a bathrobe and put it on over my naked body. I walked over form my bedroom, down the corridor and towards the front door of my apartment. I paused for a moment and wondered who it was?

  I wasn’t expecting anyone?

  This was odd, but it was probably someone delivering something I had ordered online I would imagine. Well, who cares, they wouldn’t know about what had happened, they would give me the good, I would sign for it and they would go about their day.

  Probably some old bloke or some delivery guy loser.

  I wondered if I could tease them with a bit of leg, let my robe open up a little. Clearly, I was still in hyper horny mode from what I had just been doing.

  The door knocked again, this time a bit more impatiently. Who the hell did this person think they were?