by Reed James
“Jesus,” I groaned.
“I bet Salomé's got some lube around here,” Hunter said.
“Hey, what does that mean?” the Hispanic dominatrix asked, hands on her hips. “That I do anal?”
“Every girl has lube in her bathroom,” Hunter said.
“Been in a lot of girls bathrooms, have you, stud?” Nellisa asked.
“I do all right,” he said.
“So does my princess,” Winny said, sliding up to me. The tip of her dildo nudged against my stomach, dimpling the silken fabric of her pink dress. “She's a great lover, but tonight... She's my sexy princess, not my handsome prince.” She nibbled against my ear. “Mmm, don't you just want to have the full female experience. It's Halloween.”
“Not that much,” I muttered. “And this wasn't the bet. You wanted me to dress up like a princess, not get pegged up the ass.”
“Oh, you'll like it,” Nellisa said. “Anal's great.”
Deforest had a big grin on his face. “Such a treat. Don't be shy because she's hung. She'll get that in you, and it'll feel great.”
“Oh, does Nellisa strap one on and fuck your asshole?” I shot back at him.
Nellisa threw back her head, laughing, her breasts jiggling beneath her low-cut, white blouse, She had two red crosses right over her dimpling nipples. She sidled up to her cop-boyfriend. “What do you say? Want me to borrow Winny's toy when she's done with her princess?”
“Fuck no!” Deforest said. “I'm not the one dressed up as a girl.”
“Hey, I'm man enough to fulfill my bet!” I said, glaring at him.
“Yeah!” Winny said, pressed against me. She smelled so sweet, her breast pressing into my arm as she cuddled up to me. “My boyfriend is such a stud he looks sexy as a princess!”
My cheeks burned again as everyone burst out into laughter.
She leaned in. “Mmm, I won't peg you,” she purred, “but... I think you'll get that anal delight. You do look hot in this dress. You didn't puss out. I like that in a princess.”
I shuddered, my dick throbbing. “Really?”
“Really.” Then she said. “Nellisa, you can totally borrow my strap-on and break in your boyfriend's ass. Everyone knows cops like to ram their nightsticks up each other's butts anyways.”
“Fuck that!” Deforest said, standing stiffly.
I couldn't help laughing at him, his lips pursed tight. Then he shook his head, a smile breaking his lips. “If I did let Nellisa peg me, I'd take that dildo better than you would. You'd scream your little head off, your highness.”
I shook my head while my girlfriend rolled her eyes.
“God, even in that you boys have to compete?” Lyssa asked. “What about you, Bret? You gonna say you could take a dildo better?”
“Nope,” he said. “That's all them. I'm a pirate. I do all the plundering.” He winked at her and she giggled.
I glanced at Winny. “Where did you even get that?”
“Persephone slipped it into my costume,” she said. “While you were staring at Hades's tits.”
“Never thought the God of the Dead would have tits that big,” I muttered.
“She told me I might get a trick or I might get a treat.” She giggled. “I definitely got a trick. You should have seen your face go pale when you saw me. Ooh, it was just the greatest thing in the world to witness your panic. I loved it.”
“Thanks,” I said, shaking my head.
She gave me a kiss on the mouth. We might rib on each other, play pranks on each other, but we loved each other. It was just fun. She pulled a good prank on me tonight. I'd get her back somehow. My tongue danced with hers.
The clock chimed midnight.
I shivered as I kissed my girlfriend and... Felt something change in the world. Persephone's words rippled through my mind. The day had died. It wasn't sunset like I thought she meant, but now. I groaned into the kiss, blinking, feeling the air swirl through the world.
“Ooh, the witching hour,” said Nellisa.
Lyssa snorted. “That's so corny to say.”
“It's All Saints Day now,” said Salomé. “It's the Day of the Dead.”
I shuddered and broke the kiss. My body felt so strange. A dizzy heat washed through me. My dick throbbed in my panties. My balls felt so full of cum and then... They felt smaller. Shrinking. My body felt plastic, flowing. I gasped, feeling those fake, rubbery tit implants pressing against my chest merging into me.
I was... changing.
“The fuck?” I gasped, my voice squeaking.
“Princess Rose?” my girlfriend asked, her eyes wide. She took a step back and stared down at my crotch.
“What's up, man?” Deforest asked. “What's up with your face?”
“Shit!” I gasped, feeling my dick growing smaller and smaller.
A wild panic shot through me. I darted down the hallway, running faster on my heels than ever before. They didn't pinch my toes as much. The silk stockings clung to my legs that felt like they were growing slimmer. Like my shoulders.
“No, no, no, no!” I gasped, bursting into the bathroom and closing the door behind me.
I reached the mirror, staring at it. My eyes widened as I witnessed my face shifting. The shadow of my whiskers had already vanished. My lips looked fuller and were red, like I wore whorish lipstick. My cheekbones softened. My Adams apple melted away.
“What is going on?” I demanded. I turned on the faucet, thrusting my hands beneath it and...
My fingers were slimmer. They looked so delicate. My fingernails were long now, painted pink to match my dress. I trembled, cupping water in my hands. I splashed it across my face, the cold shocking.
I blinked, staring at my face. My lashes were so long. My eyebrows narrow. My lips were plump, kissable. The type of lips my friends and I would call cock-sucking lips. I shuddered, my hips wiggling. My cock was gone. I didn't have balls any longer. I had curves now. I grabbed my tits through my dress, squeezing them.
Those weren't fake implants. I had tits. There were nipples poking at the bodice's fabric. I touched them, squeezing them. I shuddered as strange sensations shot down my body. It flowed through my changing flesh to between my thighs where...
“Oh, fuck,” I groaned, my voice so high-pitched and feminine. A wet heat built there. An itch. “Please, god, no! This can't be happening.”
I lifted my skirt, the cloth rustling.
“Rose,” my girlfriend said, knocking at the door. “Are you okay?”
“It's Carter!” I shouted, my voice so different. So throaty. I shook my head, staring at the crotch of my panties.
No bulge.
“I can't have a pussy,” I muttered, ripping down my panties and... I was shaved. My eyes widened as I could see tight slit of a girlish pussy, juices already beading on the edge. I touched the hot flesh, feeling a plump vulva, one swollen and aroused. A little clit peeked out of my folds, a pink nub. I groaned, my hips wiggling from side to side. “Where's my cock? What is going on?”
“Rose, please,” my girlfriend said. “Did you change, too?”
“I didn't change,” I hissed. “I'm not a girl. I'm not a princess! I'm a guy!”
I grabbed my bodice, pulling it down. Those silicone implants would fall out. Instead, big, perky tits popped out. Larger than my girlfriend's. They jiggled with my every movement. Hard, pink nipples thrust from silver-dollar-sized areolas. I shook my head, my hair...
I had long hair now.
My tiara glinted in the brown sweeps of my hair around my shoulders. My eyes widened. I was a woman. I had become entirely female. This couldn't be possible. I whimpered as Winny knocked again at the door. I grabbed my breasts, squeezing them.
Then the door opened.
“It happened to you, too,” my girlfriend gasped, her voice throaty.
“Did this happen to the other guys?” I asked as she darted in, her fleshy dildo thrusting before her. “Did they become women, too?”
“No, no,” she said, pressing up be
hind me. She stared at me around the corner. “Oh, wow, you have big tits and curves. You've become Princess Rose in truth.”
“This is a fucked up trick,” I muttered. “I can't be a woman. What is going on? This is insane.”
“I know.” My girlfriend had a throaty purr to her words. Her dildo nudged into my rump, slipping up beneath my skirt to rub on my naked ass. The tip felt warm and wet. Had she lubed it? “Oh, wow, you're making me so hard.”
“Hard?” I whimpered.
“You have no idea,” she moaned. “Is it always like this for you guys?”
“What are you talking about?” I moaned. “I have tits right now, Winny! Tits!”
“And a pussy?” she asked, her arms darting around me, reaching into my crotch.
I gasped as her fingers slid across my shaved pubic mound and found the lips of my new pussy. She caressed my vulva and tight slit. She brushed my clit. Waves of pleasure, different from anything I felt as a guy, swept through me. My eyes widened, my cunt clenching deep in me.
An itch formed in my depths. I groaned. I couldn't believe that there was this ache in me. It reached into me. It made me shiver. My eyes widened. My breasts jiggled as she stroked up and down me, swelling this molten heat in me. This wet, juicy, naughty sensation.
My pussy hungered to be filled.
“Ooh, you have a tight, virginal twat, don't you?” purred my girlfriend, her dildo sliding across my ass, smearing that lube across my butt-cheeks. Her fingers slid through my folds, parting my slit. “Oh, yes, you have a cherry. That's so hot. I'm totally going to pop your cherry.”
“Winny!” I groaned. “I... I... I'm a woman.”
“I know,” she moaned. “It's Halloween. Isn't this a delicious treat? You're a woman. I'm a futa.”
“Futa?” I frowned. “Wait, wait, that urban legend about girls whose clits turn into dicks.”
“Oh, they're real,” she moaned. “Sally Mitchels is a futa.”
“Who?”
“She has a daytime talk show,” she said. “She's the new Oprah. She's a futa now. And so am I?”
“What?” I gasped as her dildo slid down my butt and between my thighs. “Oh, no, Winny, you can't fuck me.”
“Why not?” she asked, sliding her dildo against my pussy.
I gasped at the contact of the toy on my flesh. The tip felt so spongy and hot against my snatch. She caressed my folds, nudging my clit. Pleasure rippled through me. Her right hand squeezed my breast now, kneading it and sending tingles racing down to my pussy.
“Don't you want me to slide into you?” she moaned. “It's Halloween. We're just pretending. Right?”
“I... I...” Pleasure shivered through me. “I mean...”
“Just make-believe. The magic's made you a woman for the night, and me a futa.” She pressed her dildo against my pussy. “Can't you feel my dick?”
“That's the dildo, right?” I moaned. “You can't have a dick. You're my girlfriend.”
“What does this feel like?” she asked, pressing that hard shaft against my hymen.
“A cock,” I groaned. Then I added, “Your dildo. You're not a futa.”
“Well, you're a woman,” she said, sliding her shaft up and down my snatch. “So why can't I be a futa?”
I didn't have an answer for her. I just trembled, her right hand kneading my breast. I stared at my flushed face in the mirror. I looked so different. If I had a hot sister, this was what she would look like. My tits were amazing, and her dildo—it had to be a dildo; she couldn't be one of those futas—felt wonderful caressing my pussy.
She slid it up and down my slit, nudging my clit, stroking my labia. She pressed it against my hymen. I wanted her to penetrate me. I wanted her to fill me up. I gasped as she pinched my nipple, sending a hot ripple through me.
“Mmm, what does your pussy want”
“My pussy...” My changed body had these hungers. My pussy craved to be filled. I couldn't believe this. “My pussy... wants to be fucked.”
“That's right,” she purred. “It's Halloween. The one night a girl can dress up like a slut and be celebrated. And you are such a slutty princess. Mmm, you're just so sexy. I got to fuck you. Let me slide my futa-cock into your pussy.”
“You don't have a futa-cock!” I moaned.
“Oh, yeah,” she purred, stepping back. “Take a look.”
I whirled around, my big tits heaving. I stared down her crotch at the fleshy dildo and... It was different. It wasn't made of rubber. It was a huge cock. She lifted her skirt further, showing her shaved crotch. The dildo had merged with her flesh right above her pussy slit. I could see her folds beneath, dripping with her excitement. Her dick throbbed, precum beading the slit.
I groaned, a wild shudder rippling through me. Her left hand stroked her shaft while her right grabbed my dark-brown hair. She pulled me down by my long tresses until I knelt before her, her futa-dick bobbing inches from my face.
“Explore it,” she purred. “Prove that I'm not a futa. That's it's a dick, and I still have my pussy.” She licked her lips, her tits rising and falling in her top. Her blonde hair and mischievous face made her look so much like a naughty Tinkerbell. “See for yourself. I was changed, too. You get to be a sexy princess, and I get to be a futa-fairy.”
“Damn,” I moaned and leaned forward. I couldn't stop myself. I never wanted to suck a cock before but... this was Winny's cock. My sexy girlfriend's dick.
It was... different.
She let go of her cock as I grabbed it. I wrapped my hands around someone else's dick for the first time. My new pussy clenched at the girth I felt. She was huge, far bigger than I used to be. Her shaft twitched in my hand. I could hardly wrap my fingers around it. I shuddered as I stroked her, sliding up and down her girth.
Precum beaded from the tip.
My eyes locked on that crystal droplet. Part of me wanted to dive forward and suck on it. To lick it up and then suck on her cock. My pussy clenched, begging me to do this. I shivered, so afraid of these changes. Of having heavy tits swinging before me and a molten cunt begging to be fucked. I couldn't be a girl.
A princess.
But I was. I had desires and...
“Fuck!” I moaned as my head ducked low.
“Oh, Rose, yes!” my girlfriend gasped, her futa-dick twitching in my hand as I nuzzled into her pussy. My tongue flicked through her folds, gathering her familiar, sweet cream on my lips. “Oh, yes, yes, that's what I need.”
My tongue danced through her pussy lips, licking her, caressing up to her clit. I nibbled on it, my own remembering the touch of her fingers and dick. I trembled as her cream spilled over me while my eyes stared at that cock thrusting from her crotch. Thick and throbbing in my stroking hand, begging to be sucked.
That was what she wanted. I could tell. I'd eaten her pussy so many times, but I'd never sucked her girl-cock. It was just for tonight. It was Halloween even if it was past midnight. It was a celebration of dressing up and pretend, of transitioning from one form to another.
With a groan, I pulled my lips from her pussy, afraid if I thought any more I would chicken out. I pressed my lips—those plump, cock-sucking lips—against her dick's tip. Her blue eyes smoldered as she stared down at me, her blonde hair shifting about her face. Her smile swelled as I engulfed her cock.
Sucked.
“Yes, yes, yes, Rose,” she moaned, her hands grabbing my long tresses. She gripped my hair, nudging my tiara. “Oh, that's nice. Mmm, yes, yes, that's incredible. No wonder you love it when I suck your cock.”
I had my mouth opened as wide as I could to fit her thick girth in me. I sucked on her cock, struggling to remember all the nice things she did when she blew me. Drool ran down my chin. My new, feminine body burned, ripples of heat washing out of my dripping pussy. I swirled my tongue, tasting salty precum.
It was... good.
I liked sucking on a futa's cock.
My cheeks hollowed as I loved my girlfriend's dick. I bobbed up and down her
shaft the way she would, working my lips along that girth. I sucked every time, making her groan. Her tits jiggled in her bodice.
She licked her lips as I blew her. I bobbed my head, working my lips along her shaft. I twisted my head so her sensitive crown would brush along different parts of the inside of my mouth. My tongue danced, gathering more and more of her precum.
“Oh, yes, my princess knows how to give head,” she moaned. “Ooh, you're making my pussy clench and... and... I think I can cum. Ooh, yes, yes, futa-jizz is building in my ovaries. I'm going to drown you in spunk!”
My eyes widened at those words. I whimpered and sucked harder on her dick. I... wanted it.
“Yes, yes, you're my slutty princess tonight,” she moaned, her hips moving, pumping her girl-cock in and out of my mouth. “You want my cum.”
I did.
“I can tell,” she groaned. “Oh, this is incredible. Ooh, yes, yes, don't stop. Make me cum!”
I sucked on her cock while my graceful fingers found the lips of her pussy. We'd been dating for a year. I knew her body. How to touch her. I knew all the naughty places that would make her quiver and groan. Her dick twitched and throbbed in my mouth. My tongue danced around it, caressing her, teasing her.
Her juices spilled across my tongue. I bobbed and sucked. My mouth worked up and down her as I thrust two fingers into her cunt. She gasped. Her blue eyes widened as her pussy squeezed down around my digits. Her juices trickled down the back of my hand. More of her precum filled my mouth.
“Oh, my god, yes,” she moaned. “I'm going to fire all my futa-cum into your mouth, Rose! Just suck my dick! You're such a slutty princess. My slutty princess!”
I was. I fingered my futa-Tinkerbell. I pumped my digits in and out of my sexy fairy's cunt as she fucked my mouth. I sucked hard, eager for her to erupt. My pussy clenched. Juices flowed out of me, staining my thighs. I shivered as my dress rustled. She clutched my hair, holding on tight.
Then her face contorted. I knew that look. Her pussy squeezed down hard around my fingers. Her back arched, thrusting her tits against her bodice. I sucked with all my might on her girl-cock, hungry for it to happen.
