DIRTY SWAPS: Hardcore Gender Swap Bundle Page 4

  This male really would have put the old me to complete and total shame.

  Down to his trousers, I could see his powerful thighs and long legs. He certainly was tall, at least six foot three, maybe more.

  Then, of course.

  My eyes were drawn to… well, so I have to spell it out?

  Yes, my eyes were drawn to his crotch. Just from the way he was standing I was convinced I could make it out.

  There’s no other way of saying it… he had a monster black cock inside his pants.

  I almost couldn’t believe what I was looking at, it was the most dominant, masculine thing I had ever seen. I could feel a tiny bit of drool build up at the corner of my mouth. Before thinking, I wiped it away with my hand.

  “Well, that didn’t take long?” He said, smiling.

  I didn’t know what to say. I felt myself freezing.

  “What’s the matter, cat got your tongue?” He said. “I must say you do live up to the reports I received. Now, I suggest you get on all fours and crawl over to me right this second.”

  Was he being serious?

  Who was I kidding, of course he was. The look on his face, while not unfriendly, certainly was pretty stern. It was like he was a strict teacher, or totally dominate male who gets what he wants, when he wants.

  No excuses.

  I felt myself drop down to all fours and begin crawling towards him. It felt incredibly degrading, totally animalistic, like something I had watched plenty of women in porn do over the years.

  What the-

  Was I one of them now?

  As I got closer, I could see the Alpha bulge in his trousers was becoming more prominent. I felt a surge of excitement, fear, anticipation.

  I had questions, uncertainty ran through my mind.

  What would he do with me?

  Would he tease me, make me feel more feminine than I could ever have possibly imagined – and not just before today, but a level of femininity that would unveil itself to me now, having already spent hours in my new form?

  I looked up at him, his strong, sculpted features looking down on me with a look of clear hunger. He turned and began to walk away from me.

  Without hesitation I followed him, remaining on all fours.

  “Good,” He said. “You understand your place. You accept your role, your place in this world.”

  As he spoke these words, I felt electricity all over my body, my already hot pussy beginning to throb, ache for his touch.

  “Yes sir, I understand,” I said, attempting to keep up as he increased his pace and walked over towards the large window that overlooked the car park.

  He stopped walking and turned to face me.

  “There’s something not quite right here,” He said. “Can you tell me what that might be?”

  “Sir… I’m not sure,” I said.

  I genuinely didn’t know, and was too scared to say the wrong thing in case it displeased him. Clearly, I was so subservient to this God that I was losing the ability to have independent thoughts! Not that I was even complaining about it. If anything, it felt kind of liberating.

  “You’re not the brightest are you,” He said, scornfully. “Well, I’ll tell you what’s not right. The fact that you still have your clothes on simply isn’t working for me right now.”

  With that, and without him asking, I stood up and removed my shirt and skirt. It didn’t even cross my mind to ask him, I just knew.

  Shame I didn’t get everything right though.

  “What the hell do you think you are doing?” He demanded.

  Standing in front of him in just a tiny bra and even skimpier panties, I felt self-conscious and had attempted to cover my body up with a combination of my hands and slightly turning my slender hips away from him.

  Big mistake.

  “Don’t ever cover yourself in front of me again,” He roared.

  Immediately I moved my hands away from my body and faced him, totally ashamed at disappointing him.

  “Hands on your head, now!” He commanded.

  I put my hands on my head, totally exposing myself. I was genuinely worried about what he might do. Such was his incredible physical presence, allied of course with his high status, that I knew full well he could literally do anything he wanted and I would, in practical terms, be totally helpless to stop him.

  “Please, sir,” I offered. “Please, I’m sorry – “

  Before I could continue, he walked to me, grabbed me by my arm and put me over his shoulder in a kind of fireman’s lift style. Such was his strength it was as if I was as light as a feather. I could tell that he wasn’t even showing a fraction of his true physical power.

  “I can that although you have completed the physical transformation to a high standard, there is still some work on the mental side,” He said.

  With that, with me still bent over his shoulder, he stood in front of the mirror and began spanking my exposed ass cheeks.

  “Owwwwwww!” I squealed, genuinely shocked at the stinging sensation, my ass cheeks wobbling and jiggling with each spank as they rained down, one after another.

  “No! Instead of owww, I want to hear thank you, sir,” He said, totally meaning business.

  “Yes sir, thank you sir,” I said, the spanks continuing.

  I looked down towards the car park and wondered if anyone could see me. I mean, if that happened to look up this way then they would almost certainly be able to see me – totally vulnerable, flung over the boss’s shoulder, my juicy female booty getting spanked mercilessly.

  Without warning, he dropped me to the floor.

  “On all fours, get that ass in the air, slut!” He commanded, taking things up a notch.

  I didn’t hesitate and immediately did as I was commanded.

  Keeping my head down, I sensed him walking around me. I could hear the sound of a cell phone camera taking photos, but didn’t dare look up in case this was going to result in more punishment.

  I felt his hands on my ass, grabbing and caressing my hot cheeks.

  Then it happened.

  His fingers slipped inside the waistband of my thong, smoothly pulling it down over my cheeks and then down to the bottom of my thighs.

  I felt myself breathing heavier and heavier.

  Instinctively, I presented my ass and glistening pussy more prominently.

  Although I can’t prove it, I am absolutely certain that he smiled at this point. A smile of approval.

  How can I be sure?

  Call it female intuition.

  His large, rugged hands on me, I felt him open my cheeks, totally exposing my pussy and my asshole.

  It was a thrill, a truly exhilarating feeling to be so exposed, so compromised for an out and out leader, a totally and unapologetically masculine man.

  “Ask me for it,” He said. “Tell me what you want.”

  Was this really happening? It almost felt dreamlike.

  Could I go through with this?

  I had to, I knew this was my destiny.

  “Sir, please will you make me a real woman,” I said.

  I was nervous, totally out of my depth, but somehow it felt right.

  A certain confidence came over me, or maybe it was a loosening of my inhibitions.

  “Make me a woman with your hard, thick, alpha cock,” I continued. “Let me lick it, swallow it, work it for you. Put it in my mouth, my pussy, my… ass. Put it wherever you want. Do what you want with me. I am here to serve you. I am a filthy, cum hungry, cock crazy slut whose purpose in life is to please and satisfy a real man like you. The old me is gone. Long gone. I want you to pump me, fuck me, cum all over me, make me degrade myself for your amusement and pleasure.”

  It seemed like this was enough for him.

  With consummate ease he picked me up again, turning me around to face him.

  Kneeling in front of him, only centimetres away from his crotch, I waited as dropped his trousers and then, the big reveal.

  Slowly pulling down his crisp, white Arm
ani briefs, I couldn’t help but gasp in total awe as his enormous, rock hard black cock sprung out and slapped me on my nose.

  He laughed, totally loving the look of awe, fear, and excitement on my face.

  I wanted to kneel there and marvel over it. I had never seen such an incredible, magnificent, and alluring sight in my life.

  “Do I need to ask?” He said, firmly.

  No, he didn’t.

  I grabbed hold of his veiny, powerful shaft in both hands and brought his bulbous dick head towards my mouth.

  I flicked my tongue out, then swirled it around his cock head.

  The taste was bitter, strange, but also totally natural.

  It was like I had devoured a thousand cocks in my life… but this was the best one.

  I worked the cock, shallow at first, gradually taking more and more.

  Just as I felt I might be getting him close to the edge, I felt him pull away. Had I disappointed him? I panicked that I had done something wrong.

  I couldn’t have been further from the truth.

  At this point, he picked me up and moved me towards the window again. Standing me up, my hands pressed against the glass, he kicked my legs apart and roughly pushed his cock into my pussy.

  I moaned loudly, banging my hands against the window, rocking my head back. It was an incredible sensation, one that was totally new to me but at the same time felt like it was the most normal thing in the world.

  Slowly giving me deeper and harder thrusts, I felt him quickly build to climax. In the hands of a lesser man, this would have been a quick fuck, but the size of his cock, his evident sexual prowess, and the fact that I was an orgasm waiting to happen in his presence I felt my body begin to convulse pretty violently.

  I let out longer and longer moans, louder and louder screams of ecstasy.

  “That’s it, that’s it!” He said. “You show me how much you love it!”

  It wasn’t long before I was almost limp, totally blown away by what must have been three consecutive orgasms. The only thing keeping me up was his incredible hands.

  He pulled his cock out and placed me back down on my knees.

  Facing his dick onto my outstretched tongue, he smiled as released his hot, stringy, explosively powerful cum onto my tongue, into my mouth, and then all over my face.

  I felt honoured to be taking his load.

  It didn’t want it to end.

  “Now,” He said. “I think you have a future here, slut. That’s not to say there isn’t room for learning, but we’ll train you well. I’ll send someone up for you in a moment, but for now I want you to stand up and present yourself at the window. Let the world see your naked body, your cum covered face. Be proud of what you are, and what you can contribute in your new form.”

  “Yes sir,” I said. “Thank you sir.”

  I watched as he pulled up his pants, his large cock being stuffed back into the briefs. He looked me up and down, nodded approvingly, and made his way out of the office. I turned my head back towards the window and looked down.

  A crowd, maybe twenty people, looked back up at me, all holding phones and recording devices.

  I looked back down at them and wondered just what was next for me.

  The world was a different place now, and as I felt a sliver of cum drip from my nose onto my top lip, I intended to embrace every single second of my new existence a slutty, cock craving woman.

  HOTEL BIMBO:

  GENDER TRANSFORMATION!

  FEMINIZATION BODY SWAP

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  Now before we hit that steamy, seductive, and super hot transformation, let’s have a little peak at what’s to come…

  It was at this moment that any doubts about the reality of my situation quickly dissipated and I realised that something was definitely up.

  Sitting across from me was Maxwell, the powerful, super business chic alpha male from before I blacked out. He was seated behind his grand desk. To one side of him was Tiffany. She had changed out of her business attire and was now wearing a tiny matching bra and panty set – black, see through, lacy. She had let her hair down, and her luxurious, shiny locks only added to her sophisticated sexiness.

  My mind was rapidly catching up on itself, trying to remember what had happened – specifically: what had happened to me in that room before I had passed out. In truth, I still felt a little scrambled, and was struggling to process the situation right now, let alone the murky, not so distant past.

  It must have been written all over my face.

  “Tiffany,” Maxwell said, “Why don’t you show her the end product?”

  Her? What the hell…

  I didn’t have too long to wonder as to what he meant.

  Tiffany walked over to me, her slender yet curvy hips swaying as she did, and eased me onto my feet and led me over to a large, oval shaped mirror situated across from Maxwell’s desk.

  As we stood side by side, I couldn’t believe what I was seeing.

  Instead of me standing next to Tiffany, there was a long legged, big-bootied, large breasted, bimbo.

  It couldn’t be…

  There was no way…

  Wait, it was all coming back…

  “Yes, that’s right,” Tiffany said, “The cold pink serum we shot up that ass of yours has taken effect and transformed you into our latest employee. Our latest cum hungry, cock addicted bimbo.”

  “Wait, I-!” I protested.

  “No, no, no nonsense from you,” Maxwell said. “If you remember, we know all about your internet preferences, your deepest fantasies. You admitted them all to us as you drifted off. And now, you have your wish. You are a perfect fuck machine who will prove to be an excellent employee for us here.”

  I was in total shock.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the person staring back at me in the mirror.

  The seductively plum lips.

  The high cheekbones.

  The bombastic breasts, nipples stiffening and pointing out hard.

  I felt a shiver as Tiffany ran her hands over my shoulders, down my front, over my breasts, over my smooth, hairless pubic mound.

  “Ooooooooh,” I let out, suddenly aware that my pussy – yes, I couldn’t deny I had one, was pulsing, hot, a wetness between my legs that was equally shocking and a massive turn on.

  Tiffany eased her fingers into my hot pussy, just enough for me to get a feeling for how amazing it would be from now on.

  I let out another moan, my knees buckling a little.

  “Go on, Tiffany,” Maxwell said, “Give her a little touch on her clit. Show her what’s possible.”

  With that, Tiffany worked her wet fingers over my clit and almost straight away I could feel my entire body filling with this kind of incredible sexual energy I had never experienced in my life as a man.

  I was in so much pleasure it was unreal.

  “Do you like it?” Maxwell said.

  “Y-y-y-y-y-yes,” I replied, struggling to keep my composure.

  “Do you like it what?” Maxwell said, a little sternly.

  -End of preview-

  HOTEL BIMBO:

  GENDER TRANSFORMATION!

  FEMINIZATION BODY SWAP

  By

  Tina Majors

  Perfect10 Books

  All rights reserved with the author, Tina Majors (2019-)

  I walked up to the bike hire stand and stood in front of at least one hundred identikit bikes for hire. I say one hundred, but it could have been ten times that amount.

  Seriously, there were loads, almost as far as the human eye could see.

  I really like the idea that tourists and visitors (hell, city residents too should they desire) could hire the cycles to navigate their way around the city.

  Great for pollution.

  I mean, great for keeping pollution levels down, so actually from the perspective of pollution itself �
�� if it was capable of sentient thought and had a survival instinct, probably not so good.

  Okay, I’m going down a hole here, I’ll stop.

  You get what I mean, right?

  Anyway, this cycle scheme was great for reducing pollution, easing the burden on public transport, and also for providing people with a pleasant way of getting to their destination while at the same time enjoying a bit of gentle (or not so gentle, depending on how you wanted to approach the moment) exercise.

  Win-win right?

  Well, yes, but maybe spare a thought for the humble cab driver, both traditional and Uber.

  Now, it may seem farfetched to say that the emergence of cheap bicycle hire would see their income collapse into a sinkhole, certainly it could one day have a considerable impact should the scheme prove popular over time.

  Well, I guess that is something to ponder.

  But here’s the thing.

  Cab drivers can always re-train and get new jobs if the worst comes to the worst. But can the earth’s environment re-train itself if it ends up keeping down the environmental path of destruction?

  No, it cannot (that we know of).

  Well, here I am on my (organic and recycled!) soapbox again, but I speak from the heart and that’s just the way I approach these matters. You shouldn’t keep your real desires hidden, submerged underneath fear and embarrassment.

  Well, anyway, I used my cell phone to pay for the bike hire.

  Pleasantly surprised by the value for money, I took the bike out of its stand and examined it. Sure, it wouldn’t win any awards for its tech, which was basic at best. And, no, it wasn’t a super sleek road flier that those who know their bikes would be proud to call their own.

  But, what would anyone expect?

  They needed to be bikes that every normal man, woman, and all in between to handle.