When Sam fell asleep it was with some trepidation. She half expected that she would simply wake from the dream in the morning. That reality would reassert its self and she would find herself in her old body. But, no. As she rose from her bed and groggily stumbled over to the bathroom mirror, everything was as it should be.
She clutched her face and stifled a squeal of excitement. So as not to wake her roommate.
“I’m a fucking girl!” She pumped her fist. “I can't believe it!”
She spent some time observing herself in the mirror. It was all so new and simply demanded to be explored. For starters, she seemed to be about a foot shorter. Which was one of the most dramatic changes to get used to. She’d probably be tripping and fumbling around for a little while as she got used to the height difference.
Her boobs were a very sensible size for her thin body. Maybe a little disproportionately large. Which was totally cool with Sam. She had felt many of them in her old life. Having been something of a womanizer. It was totally different from the other side though. They were sensitive, really sensitive.
“Ooh!” There was a little shock as she gently tweaked them. Sam made a little mental pin to explore that more later.
She ran her fingers up and down the curve of her new ass. That was different. She had hips now. Sexy hips! And there was most definitely a brand new vagina where there hadn’t been one before.
“Holy fuck!” She quietly tiptoed over and locked the bathroom door. A rush of arousal began welling up at the prospect of experiencing female masturbation. Did she need tissues? Would there be a mess to clean up? All of these questions would be pushed to the back of her mind as the sensations of arousal perked up.
Sam’s skin prickled, the lusty anticipation could be felt in more places than just her crotch. Her knees were weak. As well as her toes. And even her elbows and forearms a bit. It was more like a full body experience. Her nipples tented her t-shirt.
As she reached down to touch her Vagina, there was a strange sensation.
“Oh!”
There was a feeling inside her. Like, a wetness? It was slippery. But mostly it just felt strange to feel an awareness of internal genitals. This was definitely the most foreign sensation so far.
Sam bit her lip. Her heart raced as she lowered her fingers beneath her pajamas.
“Oh wow”
Once again. She’d felt her fair share of rose lips before. But they kinda felt crazy good. And this was just a taste of the pleasures to come. Slowly, one by one. Sam inserted her fingers.
The feeling of parting her lips caused Sam to bend over and support her weight against the bathroom counter with her free hand..
“What the fuck?”
This was without question. Unequivocally superior. The sensation ran deeper than she imagined. Filling her pelvic area. Pushing onward, she thrust her questing fingers deeper.
“Fffffuck!” She was trying her best to keep it down but if Carlotta was awake she probably would have heard her.
There was still a lot to discover. Sam was vaguely aware that there was a g-spot and a sweet spot. But She didn’t know where they were or what they would feel like. Were they different from the clitoris? She knew exactly where that was so it seemed like a reasonable place to go looking next.
“What. The. Fuck.”
Sam’s jaw dropped as a high pitched noise escaped the back of her throat. She needed to pause to take a breath. Clit rubbing had been an extremely unexpected escalation. Like, orders of magnitude in scope. There would need to be more of that. Definitely, definitely more of that.
Now that Sam had found the exact place to coax an orgasm, she focused on it intently. She ceased the self penetration entirely and chose instead to rub slowly and rhythmically on that spot. Her delicate fingers moved in little circles as the heat built within her. This was it.
She began bucking her hips in tandem with the motion of her hand as she felt herself getting closer. A monstrous orgasm was so, painfully close. Steadily Sam’s jilling rhythm got slower and harder to maximize friction. She was inches from a climax that felt like it might never come. Like it was stuck behind some kind of paper thin wall that she couldn’t chip away at.
She made an involuntary noise as the dam burst. Her knees buckled as the sensation exploded out of her groin and filled her body. Her stomach was nothing but butterflies.
“...SHIT!” She breathed deeply, uncontrollably. And the sensation slowly died down.
-
Sam was perhaps uniquely positioned to understand exactly how unfair the male, female pleasure and orgasm discrepancy really was. Turns out, lady cums were so infinitely superior that terms like ‘cosmic injustice’ didn’t quite do it justice. That was hardly something to concern herself with though. Seeing as she was on the lady side of that equation, seemingly, hopefully for good.
The real problem facing her today was the fact that her roommate probably couldn’t help but hear her finger blast herself into oblivion a few minutes ago.
“Hello. Samantha”
Sam sheepishly fixed herself a bowl of cereal as she realized she had been caught. Just from her roommate’s tone.
“...Good morning, Carlotta”
“Is it safe to use the washroom, or is it covered in girl jizz?”
Intuitively, Sam could tell that girl jizz was an enormous exaggeration. There had been almost no cleanup to speak oh. Which was just another point in favour of team vagina as far as she was concerned.
“Ha ha. Uhh, sorry. Did I wake you up?”
“Darling, you woke the whole building up”
“Sorry. It was my first time”
“What!?”
“Ha ha. Nothing. What are you up to today?”
It had been an obvious attempt to change the subject, Which Carlotta was eager to do.
“I’ve got date number three with my tinder bae tonight”
“Oh! Tinder!”
Sam frantically snatched up her phone, tapping away until she found her dating apps. This was something she had not fully considered until just now. The prospect of experiencing the dating world from the other side.
“Wow!”
As it had been with her other social media, all of Sam’s dating profiles had altered to match her new identity. It was full of cute pictures that she had no specific memory of having taken.
She began swiping and, lo and behold, a match. Nice! First try! There was no rhyme or reason to it. Sam simply wanted to see if people had been matching with her. But, as she swiped on a pattern emerged.
“What the hell?”
Almost every single male profile seemed to yield a match. And it wasn’t isolated to the first few swipes either. As she went on, Sam got match after match. This was not what it had felt like as a dude. She had gotten used to getting a couple good matches now and then. And hitting off conversation even more rarely. But this was...a little intoxicating.
“Carlotta, how many matches do you have?”
“Uhh, last time I checked. Like 1200?”
“What!” Sam hadn’t meant for it to come out as a high pitched shriek. It was just so shocking. Sam knew girls had an easier time attracting attention. She hadn’t expected the gulf to be quite this wide though.
“Yeah. Boys be thirsty AF”
“...Huh”
And the torrent of matches had just been the beginning. What Sam really wasn’t prepared for was how many of them sent her messages. It was mostly ‘hey’ and ‘hi’. Which, well that’s what she did before. But, god damn. And it wasn’t even 1 o’clock yet.
“Am I super hot or something?”
Carlotta just stared at Sam as the absurd question escaped her lips. She was, of course. Sam’s ride or die for life. And there was never any chance that she could say anything that was less than totally supportive. Apparently it was just too much to hear Sam doubting her own essential attractiveness because it kind of seemed to set Carlotta off.
“Bitch, you’re fucking gooooorgeous. Was that a serious question? Sam you’ve always been a ten and a half. Like, are you kidding?”
Sam giggled giddily. Realizing that the fucking whirlwind of male attention she had received before breakfast was only the tip of the iceberg. For the first time in her life she had more options than she could ever know what to do with.
She once again ran to the washroom to contemplate her reflection.
“Oh god. I’m so fucking hot! What the fuck!”
Carlotta followed her friend in, clutching a cup of coffee in hand.
“Ok Narcissa. Tone it down a bit. Everyone knows you’re hot as fuck”
“I-I didn’t know!”
“What is up with you today? You’re acting super weird”
Sam lurched over and surprised Carlotta with an energetic hug. Nearly causing her to spill scalding hot coffee everywhere.
“You’re the best Carlotta. The fucking best”
“True, true. So it’s the weekend. Don’t you usually have, like, six dates lined up by now?”
“Oh!”
This was something that Sam really, really hadn’t considered. Did she actually want to go out on a date with a guy? The option was most definitely available to her. She was turning absolutely bright red as she considered it. There was definite arousal happening. Which she was forced to conclude meant she was at least interested.
“Oh, s-sure. Why not right?” Sam turned to her phone. Picking basically the first fit looking guy she could see. “M-maybe with this guy? I dunno!”
“Ugh, No! Shirtless selfie. Yeah, he’s got nice pecs. But that’s a shirtless selfie. It’s small dick energy, Darling. You can do much better” Unceremoniously, Carlotta snatched the phone away. “It’s fine, we can’t all have stellar taste. You clearly can’t see your own, improbable hotness objectively. Let me find you your equal in terms of sexiness”
“Ok. Thanks Carlotta!”
-
Sam busied herself, getting ready for her date tonight. Her stomach was nothing but a ball of nerves. She hadn’t planned this, of course. Things just sort of seemed to happen to her now that she was a total baddie. Crucially though, as Sam searched her feelings she was sure that she wanted to do this.
She had spent so long defining herself from the other side of the dating game that she was just too curious not to do it. She knew exactly what she would have liked in her old life. Exactly how to dress and act. The things to say as a woman that would have driven her former self crazy.
There was a sense of anonymity that seemed to come with having a brand new body. Almost like it wasn’t her, even though it so clearly was. Like she could be precisely who she wanted in public without any fear of judgement. Because it felt like it didn’t even apply to her on some level.
Sure, Carlotta had picked out a pretty fucking hot guy for her tonight. But this wasn’t really about him. This whole night was going to be about Samantha asserting her female sexuality. Even if it was from the perspective of someone who had been a girl for about 48 hours.
Yesterday’s shopping excursion had yielded a plethora of new clothing options that ran the gamut from tasteful, to pretty fucking slutty. As she looked over her choices, Sam decided to go for, like. Medium slutty. A cute little dress with a sensible amount of cleavage would do the trick.
Curiously enough, the bra that she had purchased just yesterday was no longer fitting correctly. For a moment Sam thought that the problem must be her lack of experience wearing the damn things. But, no. No matter what she tried it just couldn't contain her.
This was a concerning new development. Was she not done changing into...Whatever it was she was changing into? The troubling thought pushed itself to the forefront of her mind. Maybe it was a bad idea to go on a date tonight. At least until she could get a handle on what exactly was happening to her.
Or, maybe, The clerk who had fitted her for a new bra just made a mistake. It hardly seemed like a bad thing that her breasts were larger than she had thought just yesterday.
Yes, the date was back on.
Sam now faced the prospect of needing to plan an outfit, sans bra. Which did limit the potential choices just a bit. There was an outrageously cute, frilly pink tube top that was calling to her though.
“Hmm...”
She could always pair it with some tight jeans and strappy heels. Although, that definitely felt like it was bordering on more than just medium slutty.
Decisions...
-
“Hey, Carlotta. I’m ready! Can you please do my hair and makeup?”
“Sure thin- Woah, woah woah! Is that really your outfit?”
Sam posed seductively. With a smile “You like it?”
“Uh, yeah. It’s...cute. And basically slutty as hell”
“What do you mean?” Sam said. Knowing full well exactly what Carlotta meant but still wanting to hear her thoughts.
“Well, for starters. I can see your nipples”
“Uhh, yeah. You don’t need to wear a bra with a tubetop. A tubetop basically is a bra. Kinda, right?”
“Ha ha, uhh. That’s not the issue. Your date is going to assume you’re a big slut. Which, of course you are darling. But maybe you don’t want him to assume that? Let him discover it on his own”
Sam simply shot her friend a look that seemed to say that maybe she did want that.
“Ok bae. You do you. Just let me know where you are tonight, ok?”
“Of course, Carlotta. Now, please. Can I get a look to match the outfit?”
-
Later that night, Sam stood on the corner of a busy street in front of a trendy bar. This was to be the rendezvous point for tonight. Thankfully she had let Carlotta talk her into wearing a sensible coat that covered her midriff. It was indeed cold out.
Sam was more than just a little nervous. She was a trifle early and perhaps her date would take that as a sign that she was overeager. She hadn’t even totally decided how eager she was or wasn't for the night anyways.
“Hi, Samantha?”
As a terminally handsome man appeared to greet her, Sam decided that she was at least a little eager.
“Hi!” She giggled. “Wow you’re...Uh, hi! I’m Sam!”
“Nice to meet you Sam” He extended his hand in greeting. “I’m Mark Mercury”
“Oooh! Cool name! Are you a superhero or something?” She hadn’t intended for it to come out this way. It just did. This entire situation was new to her. And this guy was so, fucking, good looking. Was she even a match for him?
“Ha ha, maybe” He shot her a wink. “Shall we get a drink?”
“Sure!”
Sam followed her date inside. Unable to take her eyes off him.
-
As they sat down in their own little booth. Sam doffed her coat. Making sure to observe Mark’s reaction to her impressive boobs that she’d squeezed into a tube top, mostly for his benefit.
“I like your top” He commented nonchalantly. Somehow he didn’t seem too impressed though. It had been such a measured response.
“Thanks!” Sam Smiled brightly. Squeezing her shoulders together for maximum effect. She had thought her breasts were so impressive but this guy didn’t seem impressed. They were even a bit bigger than when she had left the house. She was getting nothing from this guy. She would just have to try harder to exert her feminine allure.
“What do you do Sam? Are you in school?”
“Uh, no. I’m a...forklift operator…”
“Ha ha ha. Good one. No, really though?”
“Uhh ha ha. Yeah, umm. I’m in school!”
“Nice. I’m a math major, myself. It’s weird that I haven’t seen you around. I think I would have remembered you” He shot her that wink again.
Yes! That was flirting! He liked her!
One beer turned into two, turned into three, turned into five. Sam had not been fully prepared for basically anything tonight. Especially the fact that shrinking a foot over the course of a couple days could have a devastating effect on one's alcohol tolerance. She had started off casually flirting and dropping hints. Trying to make her body language demure and enticing. But as the night went on and her state of mind deteriorated, she was simply leaning over on the table. Unable to hide her slowly expanding bust or her desire for this man.
“Woow! Mark you’re sooo smart!” She had totally given up on making intelligent conversation even before the alcohol had hit her. Somehow everything that came out of her mouth had been some girly gibberish. And she didn’t know if it had been intentional on her part or not.
“Ha ha. Well you kinda have to be to do what I do”
“Oooh, you’re a dick too. I like that!”
“Ha ha. Thanks?”
“That was a compliment. I like dicks…”
Sam gave her studly date a very brazen look. It was too much fun. She knew from experience that guys liked to be made to feel they were hot shit. And Mark Mercury kind of happened to be hot shit. So it wasn’t like she had to feign anything.
“Hey I think maybe you've had a bit too much to drink”
Oh no! That was too slutty. She’d overplayed it too much.
“Nah, I’m fine. I got, like. A high tolerance”
The look on Mark’s face was hard to place. Not least of all because Sam had been lying. And she really was quite drunk. But he seemed to be mulling something over. Like he wasn’t sure if he believed that Sam was sober, or he just wanted to believe that.
She leaned across the table and gave him a very sudden kiss. To which he had not protested at all.
“...You want to go for a walk?”
-
Mark had gotten the bill without even batting an eye. Not that paying for the drinks necessarily meant anything. But one could infer something from it if they wanted to.
It was colder than it had been earlier. And so they had huddled on a secluded park bench and started making out. For warmth, of course.
Sam straddled her hunky date and held his face close to hers. Guys liked it when girls just went for it like that. She was pretty sure. And she could not help but feel his sizable erection springing up beneath her.
Samantha broke away for just a moment. Sucking in the night air through gritted teeth, her eyes were nothing but hunger. Mark had basically groped her tit free from her top at this point so she saw no reason to leave it on. She grabbed the hem of the flimsy garment and flipped it down. Exposing her magnificently large titties.
They had definitely shot up a size or two since the date began. But they could just keep getting fucking bigger for all she cared. Boys loved big tits and Samantha loved being what boys loved. It was so totally overpowering to be the object of so much desire. And this was just the beginning.
Samantha moaned as Mark licked and sucked her tit. There wasn’t a man alive who wouldn’t want to fuck her. With her gorgeous face and her fat fucking titties, she could have it all.
Her entire body felt like one big erogenous zone. Her arousal was fucking palpable. And since her knees felt like jelly anyways, Samantha sunk down to them. It was a bit too dark to see anything clearly, but Mark seemed to get the message as he fished his cock free from its confinement.
The first thing that hit her senses was the musk of the thing. There was just a hint of an odour. Mark had obviously put cologne on his dick. Which must have meant that he thought his odds were pretty good. Which they had been. It was an inevitability that she would be sucking his cock tonight.
This definitely felt different to Sam. Not nearly as fun as it was on the other side. But it wasn’t the opposite of fun. The illicit, kinky thrill of sucking down some good looking dude on the first date was definitely doing something for her.
Mark was undoubtedly enjoying it too as he grasped her hair firmly with his strong hand. “Yeah, you like that bitch?”
Unf. The domineering dirty talk sent a tingle through her. Mark was so big and strong and she was so small and helpless. Sam had enjoyed playing up those gender dynamics in her old life. But she’d always found herself having to tell her partners exactly what to say. It had never quite been as satisfying as she thought it could be.
But now she was on the other side of that dom/sub thing. And she did know what to say.
“Mmm, yeah. Am I your fucking bitch?”
“Yeah you fucking are”
She gently placed a few more kisses on the head of his big dick before continuing.
“Fuck my slutty mouth...Master”
“Oh my god” Marked gasped. Being called master was a welcome escalation of events.
“I’d rather fuck your wet fucking pussy”
Oh yes. This was happening, right now.
“Oh yeah? You think I’m just some, dumb whore? Who you can fuck on the first date?”
“Are you?”
God, he was so smug.
“What do you think?”
Sam began to wriggle her fat ass out of her tight jeans. Mark fumbled through his wallet, presumably for a condom. Slowly she sank to her hands and knees and turned to present her pussy for fucking.
“Fucking spank me. I’ve been bad!”
*Smack*
Mark didn’t need to be asked twice.
*Smack*
Sam winced as the firm slaps came one after another. Spanking was turning out to be something of a mixed bag for her. Some were too soft, but most were too hard. Her booty welled up with a sharp pain that didn’t have a chance to dull before the next hit came. Once in a while, every five or so. There was a crisp, perfect smack. Like Mark had finessed the action in his wrist juuust right. Just enough to sting without being too painful.
“Oh, fuck! Thank you Master. Fucking, please put me in my place!”
“You like that, bitch?”
“I fucking deserve it!”
“Yeah you do, whore”
“Please fuck your stupid whore. Pease mast-uhhhh”
Without warning or ceremony. Sam felt her lover’s big dick plunge inside of her. She had been soaking wet so Mark had had absolutely no trouble burying himself up to the hilt.
“Ohmyfuckinggod!”
“You like that? You like getting dicked like a slut?”
“Yesssssss! Oh god! I’m a slut, I’m a slut! I’m such a fucking slut~”
Sam’s fat tits swung free beneath her as she tried to remain on her hands. Mark was simply pumping her with such smooth, vigorous force that she couldn’t maintain the position. She collapsed onto her face with her big, sexy ass pointed way up.
“How do you like that?” He huffed.
“Ah. Ah. Ah” Was all Sam felt capable of responding.
This, she reasoned. Was what the g-spot felt like. Or the sweet spot. Or whatever! It felt really really, really good. In a way that her clumsy self penetration hadn’t been able to achieve. The heat was building up again. It was almost unbearably pleasurable as it grew and began to spill over.
“Say my name, bitch”
“Mark, Mark!”
“Not that name!”
“MASTER!”
There weren’t a lot of words to sum up what Sam had just felt. But mind blowing and earth shattering seemed like a good start. Her toes cramped up. As she rolled over she realized she was, very, very wet. Which She understood to mean that she had squirted.
“...Jesus christ…” She could barely catch her breath. Her eyes darted back and forth as some clarity returned to her.
“How was it?”
Samantha didn’t even know where to fucking begin with that question.
-
Sam stood in her, nice bright living room the next day. Having crammed her gigantic hooters into a dress that was much too small for them. She puffed her lips out as she tried to capture it all in one selfie. An act that was proving more difficult than she imagined.
“How was your date last night?” Carlotta was so curious.
“Super good”
It was getting to be about midday and Sam was beginning to think that Mark wasn’t going to call her. Which was fine. After all, there were plenty more dicks in the sea. No need to limit herself and her pleasure to one partner any time soon. Or ever.
“Are you going to go to work today?”
“Uh, maybe?”
She really hadn’t given it a thought. Working just seemed more like something that boys did. or ugly girls. of which, she was neither.
“I actually had another date for tonight, so. Guess not”
“Ok, well. Some of us have to work for a living instead of just sucking dick”
It had been said with love. But there was a bit of a barb there. Samantha didn’t give a fuck. She was much too busy rearranging her dating profiles for maximum whoring potential. Online dating was a nonstop buffet where she could go to get some good dick whenever she wanted.
She checked to make sure her lipstick was on point before stepping out the door. Donning a pair of dark sunglasses and blowing Carlotta a kiss.
“Later, hoe. I gotta buy a new bra. The one I got yesterday was shit!”
“Ok, have fun”
Samantha smiled. “I am fun!”
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