You wander aimlessly through the hotel, your mind a confusing mixture of fleeting memories and burning arousal. Your massive boobies jiggle sexily as you climb the stairs. You’ve got this distinct feeling Sarah is somewhere near the top of the hotel.
You pass many bimbos as you climb, all of them try to engage you in some sort of sexual activity – you have to really fight to stop yourself from joining in.
Finally, you come to a closed door. Inside you can hear the sounds of two women moaning. Opening the door, you come face to face with two bimbos doggedly 69’ing.
One has platinum blonde hair and gorgeous bright blue eyes. The other, the brown haired one with the fantastic bum and boobs… is Sarah.
You just know it is!
“S…Sarah?” you mumble.
She looks up, the blonde bimbo’s pussy juice dripping down her chin. She smiles.
“Oh hey gurl, you wanna… join in?” she giggles.
“I… I want… I need to tell you…” you mumble, your thoughts getting mixed up. What is it? You know there’s something important you need to tell this woman.
“You what, honey?” she asks.
Who – is – she? You mind is hurting now. You know you’ve got history with Sarah. She’s… she’s…
Your husband.
Of course, that’s it!
You two were on your honeymoon, and then you fucked him and turned him into a ‘her’, just like you!
“Sarah… it’s me!” You mumble, struggling forwards, “It’s me, Bambi! I’m your wife!”
Sarah pauses, the look of lust fading from her face as recognition begins cross it. “Bambi?” she whispers. “But I… I don’t have a wife, I had a husband… I’ve just got married to… to… ohmigod… you’re him aren’t you? You are! You’re my Brad!”
That name; Brad. You almost answered by that name back at the compound.
“Ohmigod!” Sarah gasps, disengaging from the blonde bimbo and running towards you, her pussy dripping, her huge breasts jiggling. “Brad! You’re… a chick! A… really, really sexy chick! You’ve finally joined us! Ohmigod, look at you! Your ass is amazing! You’re so beautiful! And don’t get me started on those tits – they’re massive!”
It’s too much for you to take in. You’re Bambi, aren’t you? Or are you? Were you once a man called Brad? No. Of course you weren’t… but…
Your eyes snap shut. You see an ambulance in your mind, a cop… an Asian bimbo coming at you, kissing you… riding your cock. You remember watching as your breasts… your beautiful boobies, grew bigger and bigger on your chest.
Holy shit! You were once a man!
A part of you wants to freak out, to scream, to cry.
But another part doesn’t care. So what, you used to be a man? You’re not anymore. Men are hot, sexy! They’ve got cocks – wonderful, big cocks that feel so good inside of you!
Yeah, you used to be Brad. But you couldn’t care less.
You jump in, and begin the best sex session yet with your wife and the blonde bimbo. After what feels like hours, after countless mindblowing orgasms, you all drop down exhausted.
“That was so good!” Sarah moans, “I’m so glad you found me Brad. I’m even more glad you’re like this…” she giggles, fingering your pussy.”
You lean in and kiss Sarah – not hungrily or sexually – but romantically. You love her.
“I need cock…” the blonde bimbo interrupts.
“Oh… me too!” Sarah groans.
“Me… me three!” you giggle, throwing caution to the wind.
“Come on, Brad, let’s go and fuck some hunky men!” Sarah smiles.
“Honey… I’m not Brad anymore. I know I used to be… but… I’m not anymore. I’m Bambi now.” You say.
She pauses. “Okay, Bambi. You’re still hot as fuck though.” Sarah winks, “Let’s go find some cock!”
“Let’s go girls!” You cackle.
With that, you go off into the night, contented with your fate as a sex-crazed bimbo. You’ve got your wife by your side, the body of a pornstar… and a world full of cock just waiting to be fucked!
The End.