The next morning

Follow up to my previous caption origininally requested by Lisamcd21 :)

Paul woke up feeling groggy and confused. His head was pounding, and it took him a while to come back to his senses. He had a terrible hangover, like nothing he had experienced in a long while. Slowly he started to become more and more aware of his surroundings. He was laying in a bed, in a room he didn’t recognize. It was lavishly decorated, and everywhere he looked he could see fancy and sumptuous furniture all around him. Even the bed he was laying in was nothing like what he was used to… so large, and with silk sheets. They felt so soft against his skin. Too soft in fact. It was almost like his very skin felt much different than what it used to.

Only then he became aware of his different body. To his dismay, as he looked down at himself, he was meet with the sight of two round and plump mounds of flesh hanging from his chest. Immediately all of his dazedness disappeared, and panic ensued. He reached for his breasts in disbelief, giving them a firm squeeze which immediately sent a jolt to the back of his head. They were definitely real! Real tits hanging from his chest! But how? How could that be? He was a man! He then noticed that they were encrusted with a strange white substance, and he could smell the familiar and yet so alien smell of cum. He then realized.

Memories of the previous day flashed in his mind. He remembered how he got in possession of the Medallion of Zulo, how being unaware of its powers he ended up accidentally turning himself into a hot brunette, how he lost the medallion which then came into possession of his boss Mr. Manson. He remembered how hard it was to make his wife believe what had happened, and how they came up with a plan to get the medallion back. And then the awkward preparation, how unsettling it was to slip into lacy lingerie and then into a revealing black dress, the make-up, the hair. How his wife trained him to seduce a man. How in order to master the courage to get all the way through with the plan he chugged one glass of champagne after the other at the party. And then everything became blurry.

Apparently he overestimated the ability of his new petite body to handle alcohol, and in just a few minutes he got tipsy and then drunk. While that definitely helped to boost his confidence and made him finally able to approach Mr. Manson, on the other hand it made him almost act out of control. All he could remember was that he was lead into Mr. Manson’s fancy car to take him to his penthouse, and that once there he immediately started to caress him, and grope him, and kiss him on his neck. He shivered to the thought of that slimy old man touching him. It was so unsettling. But then he remembered that he didn’t fight back at all. On the contrary, he went along with that, and even returned the kisses, and slowly but surely he started to feel aroused by that groping. In between all those confused memories he could clearly remember that he was taken to his room, and then they both got undressed, and then… Oh my god! He was covered in dried up cum! He gave him a boob-job! He took his thick throbbing cock in-between his tits and let him finish off all over his chest and face! He could almost still feel the salty taste of cum in his mouth and around his luscious lips. He felt like throwing up, and he could not believe that he had actually gone that far. Only then he turned to his left and noticed that asshole still asleep beside him. He shivered in disgust, and immediately decided that he had to get out of there as soon as possible.

He got out of the bed, trying his best to not wake him up. He picked up from the floor the black dress and the panties and pantyhose he wore the previous night. He then searched for the purse his wife lent him and for his phone. There were a dozen unanswered calls from his wife. She must have been so worried when he didn’t came back home that night. How could he explain to her what had happened? Then he realized that he still had to look for that damned medallion. That was the whole point of him getting inside that apartment. How could he have forgotten about it? He started frantically searching for it all around the apartment, opening every drawer and checking every corner of that huge penthouse, but it was nowhere to be found. Then a voice coming from behind him interrupted him.

<<Looking for something?>>

As Paul turned around he saw Mr. Manson looking at him with a malicious look on his face. He looked so intimidating.

<<L… Leonard! You’re awake! It… it’s nothing, I was just looking for…>>

<<I know exactly what you are looking for. You won’t find it. I have put it into my safe so no one could use it. The Medallion of Zulo will remain in my possession.>>

<<You… how do you…>>

<<Oh, I know everything about the medallion and its powers. That’s how I got in possession of this penthouse, and of all my new riches. And of my new body of course.>>

<<What do you mean?>>

<<Don’t you realize? I’m not Leonard Manson. Well, I wasn’t always him at least, but he’s definitely who I am going to be from now on until I can think of something else to do with the medallion. You see, just until yesterday my name was Catalina Marquez, I was a Dominican immigrant and Mr. Manson’s cleaning lady. When I came here to do my job yesterday I found him playing with the medallion. Neither he nor I were aware of its powers, but when we ended up accidentally turning into each other I immediately knew what to do. I stole his identity and immediately fired his ass, so he could not swap us back, and then I took over his life and his fortune. When last night at the party you approached me, I realized almost immediately that you were looking for the medallion. You see, the fear of losing my newfound wealth made me very cautious, and you were not discrete at all, constantly asking me to take you to my apartment, and slipping stuff about the medallion into the conversation. I considered warding you off right away, but I can’t deny that I got really curious about what it would have been like to have sex in this male body. So I took you here, and one thing lead to the other. And now here you are. Let me tell you Bambi, you were great last night. The things you did for me were amazing.>>

<<Oh my god!>>

<<At first I thought you were just someone looking for the medallion to exploit its powers, but my guess now is that you are someone who accidentally transformed himself like it happened to me, and that you are looking for a way to turn back. You used to be a man, didn’t you? You were so uneasy yesterday, almost like every single inch of your body felt alien to you. And you clearly had no idea of what to do when we finally got into the bedroom. I’m actually impressed that you got that far. I guess alcohol helped you turning off your inhibitions.>>

<<Well, if you already know all of this then please, give me the medallion and let me turn back to normal. I will give it back to you right away.>>

<<I’m afraid I can’t do that. I can’t risk losing what I obtained. No, I don’t care who you used to be, I will not turn you back.>>

<<You can’t leave me like this!>>

<<I can and I will. It is kind of amusing actually. I’m now more powerful and rich than I could have ever dreamed of, but over you I have even more power. You are at my mercy. And I will love to get the best out it. You see, yesterday I was so eager to cum all over your pretty face that I didn’t considered the fact that this body was probably too old to allow me a second round, so I missed out on the chance of pounding that sweet pussy of yours. That is something I would like to correct. Since you are now stuck as a gorgeous woman, you may as well consider the possibility of becoming my new eye candy. I have no idea who you used to be, but I bet I can now offer you a life of wealth beyond your wildest dreams. You will have to start a new life anyway now that you have a new body. Why don’t make the best out of it and become my trophy wife? As someone who just got a brand new body and switched gender like you, I bet we will find out that we have a lot in common to share.>>

<<No way! You’re sick! I will find a way to turn back!>>

<<Good luck with that. That’s the door. Go and enjoy your new body and life. If you ever change your mind, you know where to find me.>>

Paul was both desperate and enraged. As he finally got into a taxi to get back home he started to reflect on his predicament. That man, or whoever he was, was clearly out of his mind to make him such an offer. There was no way he could have accepted it. He had a wife, a life, and most of all he had no intention of staying a woman. But what could he do? How could he get his hands on the medallion?

A hard day - Part 3: Giving in

John and Ashley were standing still in the dimly lit bedroom, just looking at each other. They couldn’t help but feel uneasy now that they were facing each other naked for the first time after having spent the entire day trying to hide to the world the changes they went through. John muscular body looked grotesque with a vagina now placed where Ashley was used to see his dick, as did Ashley with her new appendage contrasting with her petite frail figure. They were both trying to resist the urge to cover up. But even thought they felt embarrassed by their genitals they knew that they were in this together, and that there was only one thing to do. But would they have found the courage to go all the way with it?

A few hours earlier, when John arrived at Ashley’s apartment, he found her getting out of her room, having just got dressed after her shower. As their eyes met Ashley couldn’t help but start crying, letting out all the frustration of that day. She ran towards John to hug him and he took her between his arms, holding her tight and trying to comfort her. But it was difficult for him to soothe her sadness when he wanted to melt down as well after that awful day. So they just sat there on her couch, holding each other in complete silence except for the muffled sobs coming from Ashley.

As the day left room to the night they finally started to discuss their situation. It couldn’t go on like that. Neither of them could have endured another day like the one they just had. But what could they have done? John’s ex was nowhere to be found, and even if they did find her who knew what she could possibly have done to them after what she already did. But what other options did they have? There was no way they could have actually given in and done the only thing that could save them from living the rest of their lives like that.

It took them a while to come to that decision. They argued and they yelled at each other, they cried and comforted each other, but both of them knew that there was only one thing to be done.

And so now there they were, in Ashley’s bedroom, still uncertain if they could make it. And both of them, despite being scared, could not admit to the other, or even to themselves, what they secretly felt deep down. After all how could they confess that that afternoon they had both masturbated with their new genitals and that they were now eager for more? They were dying to feel like that again!

It was Ashley who first took John by the hand and led him to the bed. They leaned on it and hugged, their eyes fixated on each other. John reached between Ashley’s legs, touching his former cock. That was insane, but there was no going back. He started to stroke it, feeling it getting stiffer and bigger, while Ashley started to moan quietly. Suddenly John realized that stroking her girlfriend’s dick was starting to arouse him. He imagined that shaft entering him and fucking his new pussy, and he felt it starting to get wet. As Ashley realized that, she reached with her dainty hand for what used to be her pussy, and started to gently rub the clit. As he felt that touch, John immediately winced, and Ashley reached to kiss his neck. The soft touch of her lips calmed him down and he laid back again, feeling her hand rubbing all over his now completely wet cunt. They both started to pant and moan for the pleasure as they kept touching each other. Finally they both felt they couldn’t hold back anymore.

Ashley climbed on top John’s body, now lying over him. They looked straight in the eyes. They both had a frightened expression, feeling their genitals touching for the first time. But their eyes also reflected the lust that was taking over. Ashley pressed her dick against John’s pussy, feeling it squeeze inside of it, trying to dig its way. John felt a slight pain, and spread his legs and reached with his hands to widen the labia to allow Ashley’s cock to enter. He finally felt it gat deeper and deeper inside of him, and gasped, experiencing a pleasure like he never felt before. That was incredible! Even better than what he felt a few hours earlier in the shower! Ashley’s as well was now in pure ecstasy. His boyfriend’s tight pussy felt amazing, and she started to hump him harder and faster, reaching with her cock all the way up to his cervix.

Suddenly they felt the physical changes start to affect them, as they both felt a tingling sensation all over their bodies. The thick beard that grew over John’s face during the day started to retreat inside his skin, as did all of his body hair, leaving behind a soft and smooth skin, while Ashley felt hair growing everywhere over her legs, her chest, her face. Ashley’s beloved curls started to shorten, while flocks of curly brown hair were cascading down John’s shoulders.

John was now holding tight to Ashley’s back as she kept fucking him harder and harder. He felt his muscles shrink and his arms getting weaker, while Ashley’s shoulder starter to become larger and more muscular.

As the pleasure started to build down in his groin he clenched with his legs around Ashley’s waist. He felt his hips widen with every thrust while by now Ashley’s hourglass figure had left place to a much more muscular and masculine body. John felt so frail and small, while Ashley’s felt strong and powerful, completely dominating her boyfriend.

Suddenly she felt like she was chocking as something grew inside her throat. She let out a grunt in a voice that wasn’t her own while below her John was letting out feminine cries of pleasure.

She saw his nipples widen and getting hard, as two mounds of flesh started to slowly grow on his chest. A few seconds later two voluptuous breasts had developed on John’s chest, while Ashley’s tits had shrank inside her body leaving behind two firm pecks.

By now the transformation was almost complete. They felt their facial feature readjust to mimic that of the other. They barely noticed all this, completely possessed by lust, and despite hurting they were almost blind to these changes, their bodies having lost all senses except desire. Ashley was overwhelmed by the feeling of being so powerful, and John was just as much thrilled of feeling completely at the mercy of the man above him. It was like Ashley was fucking John’s manhood out of him.

She suddenly felt a familiar pressure grow, down in her groin. <<H… Honey! I… I think I’m almost there!>> she said talking for the first time with John’s voice. John jolted. He was barely able to control his breathe now, panting for the fatigue and the pleasure. <<W… Wait! We have to both reach the orgasm! I feel like I’m about to come too!>>. His pussy was now burning.

<<Yes!  Yes! Yes!>> he cried out, arching his back as he gasped and jolted for the overwhelming sensation of reaching climax. Ashley’s body stiffened and she shut her eyes as she felt her dick shooting a load of warm sperm inside her boyfriend’s pussy. It felt incredible.

Ashley collapsed on the girl below her, tired for the physical effort. She rolled and leaned by John’s side, who was staring at the ceiling, feeling the soreness of his pussy with cum dripping out of it.

They both laid there in silence for a few moments, pondering their situation. So this was going to be their new lives from that point on?

John, now Ashley, looked around at what was going to be his room starting from that night, and wondered if he now had now to wake up in the morning to attend her classes and continue her brilliant academic career.

Ashley, now John, was also reflecting on her new status. Could she pursue John’s dream of becoming a professional player? She was never fond of sports, but now that she had that muscular body the least she could do was to at least try to continue to play ‘till the end of the season.

Finally they looked at each other, exhausted. The incredible pleasure they just experienced had left room again to the fear and the insecurity. But they somehow found comfort in each other‘s eyes. They would have had a lot to get used to, and the thought of giving up their old lives was depressing. But when their eyes met they instantly knew that despite everything they had to go through, they would always have had each other from that point on.

They both smiled and hugged each other. Ashley leaned her head on John’s chest and closed her eyes, feeling his hand starting to caress her head tenderly. They had to rest now. It had been a hard day after all.