POV Ryan
You lay there on Misty's bed as you reel from the shocks of how thoroughly your roommate has rocked your world. That curvy, petite girl often and eagerly teases you with a glimpse of her immense tits and gorgeous ass. How you managed to wind up sharing a dorm with a girl, let alone a girl like her, has long puzzled you since you vaguely sense you had a male roommate with his own room or at least a shemale roommate.
But the way she started stroking your massive cock before burying it between her tits then deep in her mouth makes you wonder. And then the last few minutes in bed. The light, dear God the light. Clinging to the side felt like holding on during a hurricane eye wall. Your mind wanted to succumb to a flash of feminine sensations but you managed to endure.
As your ability to think returns, you survey the perky, immense slopes of your breasts. You have a reverse tan in shape of a skimpy bikini, especially around your hard, sensitive nipples. The areola are several times wider than anything you imagined on your chest but spread perfectly over your vast titties. Scooting up, the encompassing, jiggling weight plays with your head and the cum-drenched space between your legs you are still getting used to.
Sitting up gingerly, you are still rocked by erotic quakes from your stripper-challenging breasts. Tentatively, you slip your soft, plush girlish fingers over the erogenous bumps of your tits. An alien, sneaking wetness, like an intangible snail made of pleasure, seeks out the cum-drying spot between your thighs. Fucking Cynthia was so simple before she dumped you. Now, you feel like a box of mysteries, more complicated than an airplane console, has literally been dropped in your lap.
Erect nipples on your chest feel amazing but nothing like your arousal before. The cock you were once so proud of just feels like a fiery, tiny point of lighthouse ecstasy lost between the cream pied lips of your pussy. You feel depth, unending depth that yearns for something inside you as that sneaking, raw arousal seeks to drip out.
How can this be you? How can your thighs be so soft and exposed to every shift of the air? How can your mere nipples feel so alien, so far away that you need to hunt for their pillowy points? How can you be yourself when this feels so different?
Standing like a fragile, newborn animal from the side of the bed, you feel terrified and yet deeply aroused as the absence between your silken thighs as you move. No shifting cock. No manly balls. Only the intimate echolocation of flesh finding flesh tells you what you have beyond your immense tits.
Misty wraps a teasing, suggestive arm around you as ask her if you can go to the mirror. She joins you, though she's so small and has to stand on her tip-toes to see much. After heading to her room, she returns on high, wobbly-at-first stilettos.
But you only vaguely notice her as you take in how much your body has changed. Can you even call any part of it "yours" anymore? It's the body of a woman whose shape breathes sex from her supple thighs to her curvy, wide hips that make walking a butt-jiggling affair. Your dirty-blond hair frames a face that looks alluring and alarming.
How can you have plump, rosy lips that just beg to kiss and suck deep on things you never imagined between your lips? How can your vast, blue eyes appear so innocent yet seductively arousing with every glance. You control this woman. You are this woman. You own everything about her, especially the sticky patch of cum which bubbled out of your cock as it stopped existing.
You nervously call dibs on the shower as Misty is still preening. She warns you not to have "too much fun". Flooded with a bright blush, you retreat to the dorm you share with Brandon to find at least a towel. Within, you are stopped in your tracks with how much your end of the room has changed. It has a floral, earthy aroma, like a humidifier pumping essential oils.
Your PC has become a lavender "grrl power" tower. Hello Kitty and anime pretty boys adorn the case. A pair of fancy, pink headphones with flip up cat ears rest beside a personalized keyboard. You can't help noticing all the sexy, glamorous shots on your computer and phone.
Layla Rose, you soon find is your name. You aren't sure if you're a cam girl or what but your Twitter is buried in hundreds of DMs. Setting your altered life aside for the moment, you grab the best towel you can find and sway your hips off to the shower. While walking still feels alien, you can do it without fear you'll take a fall. Jiggling into the shower, you notice the head is different. It's a detachable wand with pulsate settings. You honestly tell yourself you're just lowering it to your crotch to clean off the cum.
You soon have to brace yourself against the wall as the water blasts away your thoughts and concerns of ever having a penis. The gushing waterfall over your silken breasts just adds fuel to the fire as you ride through waves of orgasms brought on by the bracing water and your teasing fingers. You are achingly, abundantly a woman and though you linger long in the shower, it feels like less than a few minutes.
Wrapping up your tits suggestively in your insubstantial towel, you strut past Misty playing dress up in her room, as you consider what you can play in your room. You should be scared that your sex and body has changed so drastically but the intoxicating allure of this body crushes all other thoughts and doubts.
With your soaked, dripping curves barely contained by the towel, you hunt through your closet for something that excites the ever-present wetness between your thighs. Even when you're dry, you still feel that womanly arousal. Threads of drippy, dangling girlish juices are now a regular feature between your silken thighs. Bending over with your phone, you feel your arousal mount even higher as you witness your puffy, exposed hairless pussy in a quick picture.
Soon, you find something completely inappropriate for classes or outdoors but absolutely perfect for your desires right then: a pale blue nightie which reveals the tanned, upper half of your tits in their full scope with your erect nipples suggested through the see-through silken bands. The bottom flutters loosely and barely reaches past your soaked pussy. Slipping on a matching pair of panties, you suck on your fingers as you settle into your mesh office chair and marvel as the adulation and promises of "fucking your cunt senseless" from countless seeming strangers online.
You want to stream just like this and watch the unfiltered dirty talk overwhelm you. Suddenly, the front door creaks open.
POV Brandon
You stagger back from your late class, grateful that the professor finally let you out early. You have so much shit to complete before you can finally relax this weekend. Walking back to the dorm, you puzzle for the umpteenth time why you're in a dorm with two girls who tantalize and tease you with their bodies.
Furthermore, petite Misty gets her own room while you have to share with Twitch gamer girl and influencer, Layla Rose. The stuff she does around you would be too much for a monk or a gay man to endure, of which you are neither. Fortunately, you have a large blanket and Layla often winds up absorbed in voice chat manipulation of mere boys to win bits, matches, and gifts.
You feel like you should've brought this up with the residence assistants but something about all this still feels strangely normal. Pausing by a mirror at the front desk, you fix your disheveled mop of red hair, scratch at your rust tangled ginger chin with mottled freckles over your jutting nose, and try to give your belly no attention as your loose, untucked shirt does its best to hide it.
For a moment, you consider knocking on the dorm door to you left. Michael might be worth hanging out with for a bit to get away from the nervous atmosphere around your dorm with all the girls. You like Misty and Layla though. Layla is a fun geek and Misty is adorable, but you feel so out of place there. Before you knock, you pull your fingers back and bow your head. John...
Your cheeks feel hot just reflecting on him. You used to talk anime about him but he's such a domineering jerk. If you knock then you're knocking the wrong way. If you stop by then you're too loud. If you wanna chat, then he's beneath you. Whatever...you shouldn't let it get to you. You're a dude. But you nearly broke down in tears when John lied and said that Michael hated your guts. You apologized to Michael but he said, while yeah, you can be loud, it's not a big deal.
And you completely broke down when you got roped into John's terrible softball team, where he just insulted you, especially when you got a concussion trying to turn a single into a double. You hide your tears from your roommates. I wish you didn't cry so much. Maybe you're meant to be in with a bunch of girls.
Stomping past that door, you reach yours just around the bend. It creaks open as you unlock it. The room you share with Layla is closed but Misty's room is open and she's prancing around in her underwear. Blood surges through your body as you catch glimpse of her pussy as she bends over. Lingering there, just out of sight, your pulse accelerates as she whips off her bra and plays with her oversized breasts on her tiny bod. There's so much that, in the few times you've seen enough of her flesh, it almost seems like it doesn't have any space on her body, so each boob spills into the other like they're one boob flowing with crests and valleys all the way to her sides.
Before you embarrass yourself, you open the door to your dorm and carefully peek through. Layla is sitting at her chair, giving a show to the Internet with a nightgown on and her slim hand down her panties. You attempt to retreat but she notices you and blushes with a coy grin. "I'm glad you're here."
While you don't have more than an average sized cock, its excitement at her expression is impossible to hide. "What's going on?" Her eyes flick to your pants and Misty catches you from behind with her warm, bare pillowy chest pressed into your back.
"Wanna have some fun?" She asks as her tiny hands dive right for your rising meat. You can only nervously nod as your heavy bag drops by the doorway as Misty leads you over to your bed. Working together, they strip you in a way you've only imagined in your wildest fantasies. You never knew either of them was interested in you.
Staggering back against the dresser, you feel Layla basically inhale your cock with her full, plush lips, her throat enveloping your throbbing dick with animalistic hunger. Meanwhile, Misty rubs her lovely tits over your chest. Overwhelmed, you feel yourself lose control as you cum feverishly into and all over Layla's lovely mouth. Hot embarrassment mounts as you silently curse how poorly you lasted.
Seemingly reading your mind, Misty whispers, "I have a fix for that."
She leads your hand to a small, long flashlight as she muses, "Might three be too much? We'll see..."
Pointed at your dribbling, meager dick, she aims a bright, blue beam right at your crotch. Puzzled for a moment, you gasp as the flesh usually turtling in with your fat unfurls with bulging, uncut majesty. Your dick becomes greater than you could hold in one hand. Before long, Layla has her panties off with trails of slick juices dripping away as she slides smoothly onto your expanded length.
You're fucking her. Oh God, it feels so good. Your dick has become a veiny, pussy juice-coated monster thanks to that blue light. You have no clue what's going on and the blood your monster cock now requires is certainly not going to your brain. Layla's tight, welcoming snatch is just one thing as you watch her pendulous boobs pop out of her nightie and jiggle in front of you, joined by Misty's.
Soon, the girls switch and you briefly fret you're going to split petite Misty in two as she takes your turning-purple dick deep into her pussy. Layla buries your face in her womanly pillows. Giggling, she asks, "Do you like them? Do you want them?"
Not getting a joke between the girls, you can only agree as Misty continues to bounce on your cock as she leads you three back to the flashlight. This time, the light isn't blue. Rather, a neon-bright pink light washes over your sparsely haired chest with your embarrassing little moobs.
Instantly, it's like your nipples have come alive, twisting and stretching and jutting from your body like they were drenched in something ice-cold but they feel hot, so hot and prominent. The feeling courses deep into your huge cock as you cream inside Misty's snug pussy. When the light turns off and you pull your hand away, you search your bare chest.
You have breasts. Holy fuck, you have breasts! How? They're only slightly bigger than your moobs were but the jiggle across your soft, svelte toned chest feels like it crossed a boundary. Layla plays with your turgid nipples as her bust presses into your stomach and she sops up the cum which didn't make into Misty.
Whispering, the girls entice, "This is just the beginning. You can't imagine how we feel...do you want to? Do you want to know how it feels to get wet and fuck?"
The breasts on your chest already make you feel sexier than any day as a regular man. That pink light. The blue gave you a huge cock and the pink gave you breasts. You can guess at what more pink light might do. Getting wet...feeling what they feel...With the idea, your blood-flush cock presses against Layla as she grinds the length of it.
You'll soon be doing what she's doing. The idea makes you even harder. Your third climax is coming so fast. If you had the rationale of a few minutes before you might run away and cry in a corner but...the world treats you like a bitch. Why not be a goddess instead?
Before you can doubt yourself, you urge Misty to bring the light back. "Do it."
She twists your painfully sensitive nipples as Layla rides your aching cock. Under the light, those nipples rise and broaden to the point you can't see anything past their glorious pinnacles. Feeling the light across your face as all three of you hold onto the illumination's bucking broncho, the tangle of bushy, rusty hair smoothes to an ethereal, silken slope. Your new voice gasps out with the purity of feminine softness as your red hair spills across your vision.
Submerged and melted away by the girlish light, you feel your fresh, delicate fingers overwhelmed by your still-developing bust. While terrified, you can't help but moan like a horny slut for more.
Only when it almost feels like you're nothing but breasts does Misty guide the beam to you supple, hairless, tight belly. Your hips and thigh feel so raw, like you've never used them before and the air across them is an intimate touch. Though Misty skips your ragging cock surrounded by Layla's wetness, you feel utterly feminine, unlike you have ever felt before. Tears of pleasure fall from your eyes as you cum once more and Misty leads you with the sharpest beam across your twitching cock. You feel the waves of a climax with the peak of your best times jerking off but with a duration that leaves you unable to escape the pleasure.
Half of your seed splatters into Layla and the rest coats your new groin in a slick, gooey bath. You feel more aroused than ever but, instead of getting hard, a concentrated tingle of arousal sinks into your pussy as you feel slippery juices wanting to welcome a man between your legs.
Misty and Layla oblige sooner than you could ever imagine. All together again, they aim a wave of blue light just above their pussies. You soon feel a meaty, hard rod above a dripping hole stroking your sensitive folds. Mimicking what you saw Layla do, you feel an intimate wetness coating your thighs as your body begs for feelings it never thought it would need.
Misty's hermaphrodite cock is ravenously consumed by your drooling lips. Time becomes meaningless as you are their pliant, eager fuck toy on all ends. When even enhanced dicks find their limit, you leave Misty and Layla to play with their normal anatomy and the help of a double-ended dildo.
On shaky, girlish legs, you inspect yourself in the mirror. As you wished, truly, you are and feel like a Goddess. Your tits appear slightly larger than even Layla's despite the fair, pink areola framing your sexy nipples. More cum covers you than the results of a gang bang sex video. And you love it!
Brushing back your brilliant, alluring red hair, you wonder if you have the energy to keep up with the other girls. You wonder what class will be like now, if you decide not to use the blue light. Why not stay this way? Instead of somber whimpers, you feel the full rush of emotions flowing through you.
You are a woman! Fuck John...yeah no...not even a pity fuck. He can take a hike. Of course, you know he treats girls differently than men. Never a rough word. But you'd much rather find a real man out there. Maybe it's Michael. A quick check of your changed phone tells you that you are as much of a saucy girl online as Layla...now named Brandi. You have your pick of dick pics and more fanboys than some comic book heroines. You could do anything...