The Change

It’s been a couple of weeks since I woke up… different. I think. Same room, same roommate, same family, but conflicting memories. Instead of being on the basketball team at my local community college, I was on the sidelines as a cheerleader. Instead of banging my hot roommate (and sometimes her friend), we stayed up late with the latest gossip. Instead of buying condoms every now and then, I had a ritual with birth control. Same major, same group of friends, even had the same reputation. Sexually, at least. 

I keep going back and forth, less and less sure if my other memories are just fantasy, or dreams. Or if they were real. But that doesn’t make sense. You don’t go to sleep as a guy one night, then wake up as a girl the next. Breasts suddenly inflating on your chest, muscle tone shifting across your body, hair suddenly growing long. And the genitals, certainly the cock I remember, the one I played with since it first became hard until I started sharing it with anyone who would take it. That wouldn’t switch into the slick slit between my legs?

Not that I’m complaining. I’m super hot, even to myself. The exact figure I would have pleasured myself to, would have pursued as my former self. I’m just so confused. My hands continuously roam my body, fingers probing and prodding every surface and crevasse. I’ve been confused for two weeks, and mind breakingly horny.

I haven’t been to classes since the change. My roommate keeps looking at me with worry etched on her face. We hardly wear clothes around each other, why would we? We’re both in excellent shape, proud of our bodies. One a bit more excited about it than the other. What do we have to hide? She’s noticed that I’ve been eyeing her more intently lately, lust clouding my mind as I think of all the things we used to do. What we could do together now…

It was her idea. We should go to a party, hosted by a local fraternity. Bigger university in the next town over, no one would know us, we wouldn’t really know anyone. We could work out the sudden spike in sexual tension in our apartment, and then get back to normal. Whatever that was. I thought she meant we would have some drinks, dance a bit, then get freaky with each other. I was so eager to feel her mouth on my pussy, her tongue licking across the sensitive folds before sliding inside. Moaning into me as she licked. My mind swirled around that idea, lust and desire unbearably high. So much so, I didn’t even notice when we’d arrived.

She drove us to the frat house, hour or two away, and I’d been fantasizing about her face between my legs the whole ride. We shared a smile before getting out of the car, walking arm in arm to the door. Our outfits were skimpy, dressed with one thing in mind. We had bikini tops with skirts covering little more than the thong beneath. We were both in prime fitness, perfectly happy to show off our bodies. Frankly, it could have been more modest to show up in a translucent sheet, but not by much.

The guy I hooked up with led me into a room, his bedroom presumably. Basic decor; twin sized bed centered against one wall, night stands with lamps on either side, desk with computer  at another wall, dresser with a TV on top near the door we’d entered. He guided me to the bed, our mouths never separating as our kiss deepened. His tongue swirled into my mouth, gliding against mine as I opened wider. My legs bumped the edge of the bed, butt hitting the mattress when I lost balance. Our lips separated as I fell, my face now level with the bulge in his pants. I bit my lip in anticipation, thong obviously soaked between my legs.

Though I’d had sex before, I don’t fully recall the sensation of a cock spearing into me. The memories of penetrating seemed stronger, like the dreams and mirror reality were my real life. Perhaps this is the dream, in which case, might as well roll with it. If not, if this is the real thing, my aching body demanded sex.

My legs spread around him as I helped remove his pants. The head of his erection poked out between the small slot in his briefs, held back only by the lone button. He kicked off his shoes, stepped out of his pants, and let me slide his briefs down, letting his manhood spring free. It bobbed in front of my face, six inches of thick, veiny meat, a drop of precum beading at the tip. I licked the sensitive flesh of his cockhead, lapping the pre away before wrapping my lips around him. “This feels right,” I thought. Memories of my male past began fading, like images of a dream after waking up.

He pulled me away from his meaty rod by my ponytail, taking charge as he forced me further onto the bed. I laid on my back, and let him pull my thong down my legs. He slipped my shoes off, giving each calf a firm squeeze before placing them on his shoulders. My heart raced, chest flushing as he leaned up and over to one of the nightstands. He opened the drawer and pulled out a thin, square piece of foil. With a wink, he tore it open and pulled out a green condom. My legs fell from his shoulders, feet resting at his knees while he unrolled the latex cover down his length. He grasped my hip, lining up his cock at my slick slit with the other hand, and we were off. 

The suddenness of his penetration nearly took my breath away. He surged fully inside with one thrust, holding himself deep for a moment as my tight walls tried to stretch around him. I groaned as he started pulling out, breathing quick, sharp gasps. He plunged back in, both hands at my hips before sliding back out. My breasts bounced atop my chest with the movement, thin bikini doing next to nothing concealing my hard nipples beneath. His balls slapped against my ass with each stroke in, adding to the sound of our sex filling the room.

I moaned with every thrust, orgasm so delightfully close. He began grunting, face contorting before sinking all the way in. His firm grasp at my hips kept himself rooted inside as his cock twitched almost imperceptibly. Warmth built around his probing meat as the condom filled with his load. More memories of my boyish childhood faded as his pulsing cock pumped more of his seed into the thin shield between us. My building orgasm came nearer, but refused to erupt. “If only that pesky wrapper wasn’t there,” a voice echoed in my mind. I knew bareback sex to be better, and had heard a full creampie could trigger climax, but I was grateful for the protection anyway. 

Once his orgasm faded, shriveling cock plopping from my tightness, he kissed me. His hands left my hips, gliding over my curves, past my breasts. His fingers snagged the thin straps of my bikini, pulling it up as they went. He pulled it off, over my head and let it stay there while he took my hands in his. Our kiss grew more passionate, heavier with each moan and groan into each other. I heard a metallic clanking somewhere above my head, and before I could react he had clicked a handcuff around one of my wrists. I didn’t resist when her cuffed my other wrist, restraining me to his bed. My lusty eyes met his, assuming he wanted to try something a bit kinky.

He pulled the condom off, tossing it onto my stomach before getting off the bed. The semen inside was still warm as the latex landed onto my cold skin. He took a balled up sock from his dresser, smiled reassuringly as he put it in my mouth, then tied my bikini around my face, firmly securing the gag. The reassuring look was replaced by something more menacing as he pulled his pants back up before opening his door. 

“We ready?” I heard from somewhere in the hall.

“Yeah, condoms are in the drawer. Have fun,” the guy said.

The next guy came in, grinning when he saw me nearly naked on the bed. He was bigger than the first, built like a linebacker. His hands practically tore my skimpy skirt away, leaving me totally naked before he took off his own clothes. Small grace that he actually put on a condom before climbing onto the bed. His cock looked bigger, eight or nine inches long. And much girthier. I could almost feel the bump of every vein under the latex as he slid past my pink lips. My lubricated walls struggled to accommodate him, forcing pained moans from my mouth as it filled me.

My restraints kept me from resisting, not that I would have tried anyway. I was so desperately horny, horribly close to orgasm from the first quick encounter, and starved for release. I probably would have opened my legs for any meat coming through the door, especially if they were considerate enough to use protection. So, I laid there, taking every thick, amazing inch he had to offer. He pushed deeper, slow and steady as his length slid past the deepest reaches of the first guy. He propped himself over me, big hands groping my breasts as his pelvis drew nearer, closing the gap between us. My back arched as much as it could under him, fingers absently fondling my restraints as his cock penetrated further than anything I could remember. 

The memory of pushing all the way into my roommate came to mind. Her moans must have sounded similar to my own, now bouncing off the walls around me. It was such a vivid memory, I could almost feel her warmth stretching around me as his own began slowly thrusting. The physical memory, so unbelievably real, matched with his increasing speed surged me into climax. I stiffened beneath him, my body growing rigid just before countless waves of pleasure crashed through me. I gripped the chains at my wrists tighter as my legs jerked up around his waist. My body jiggled with uncontrollable spasms, which grew more turbulent with each thrust into my convulsing sex. 

My familiarity of stuffing a solid erection into a woman slipped from my mind as the guy faltered between my legs. He held his pelvis against mine as his cock throbbed into my constricting folds, pulsing his warm load into the condom. My moans turned to groans as my orgasm subsided around the added warmth, captured around the top of his cock. He grunted out the last few spurts, smiling dumbly as one does mid climax. I reflected back on other O-faces I’d seen, dozens of men finding their pleasure in and on me. 

He pulled out slowly once his manhood had stopped twitching. His the cum filled condom pulled free from his half erect shaft with some effort, then joined the other one just above my waist. The warm latex plopped against my skin, a wet splatter of juices spreading around my stomach. The guy chuckled as I squirmed, supplying one last squeeze at my breasts before turning to leave.

“Next,” I heard from the hallway once the guy walked through the door. The first one to fuck me seemed to be ushering more in for some fun. Another boy came in, fairly scrawny and a dick that left something to be desired pointing straight ahead once his pants hit the floor. He dutifully reached into the drawer, fished out another of the green sleeves, rolled it out on himself, then pushed inside. He didn’t last long, grunting out his satisfaction barely five thrusts into our fun. I wrapped my legs around him, pulling him more fully into me as his cock filled the thin latex separating us.

Despite the risks, I found myself somewhat disappointed at the continuous use of protection. Every man that filled me, one after the other, deposited their warm load into the condom, then slid it off and tossed it onto me, leaving me with a sense of emptiness. I came a couple more times as seven guys pretended to give my pussy what it wanted, robbing it of their potent seed every time their pulsing cocks retreated. I’d only had a couple of creampies, but I recall experiencing the most mind blowing orgasms with them. Something about being filled with sperm, warm, gooey semen set me off. And now, in my first gangbang, it felt like a missed opportunity. 

The first guy came back into the room after the last left his condom draped over my thigh. Seven cream filled condoms decorated my hips, some of their fluids beginning to leak out onto my aching flesh. Soreness had started radiating inside, the constant fucking becoming a bit too much even for me. He approached the side of the bed, squeezing between me and the nightstand. His face came down, inches from my own. I looked him in the eyes, a look of annoyance and anger behind them.

“Will. Fucking. Benton.” he scolded, his lips next to my ears. The name sounded familiar, but I just gave him a confusing look as he rose back up. I watched, mind racing, as he pulled out yet another condom. His pants hit the ground as he rounded the bed, kneeling between my legs. He kept his eyes on me, as if waiting for me to connect dots I didn’t even know existed. As he tore the foil wrapper, withdrawing the latex ring, it hit me. The dreams. That was my name in the dreams. But how could he possibly know that?

He slid the lubricated cover over his full erection, slapped the head of his cock against my battered entrance, then continued, “You think you can just fuck my girlfriend?” The words hissed from his mouth, a wild accusation about some figment I don’t even remember. “I trusted you, vouched for you as her roommate,” his anger burned through each syllable before spearing his entire length back inside. “You think, I’d just let, you get, away with it?” He accentuated the accusation with forceful thrusts into me.

It was difficult to speak around the gag, but he took note of the confusion etched on my face. He picked up the pace of his thrusts, apparently pleased by the situation. “And now you don’t even remember,” he laughed. “Memories of your past being rewritten?” His hand slapped against my bouncing breast, fingers roughly grazing the hard nipple. He surged in, grinding his pelvis against mine. “Guess the holes in these condoms are allowing just enough to get through. The more semen that flows into you, the quicker this new form of yours overtakes your other side.” He slid away, pulling completely out of me. “Time to make it permanent,” he hissed, pulling the condom tighter around his cock.

The material stretched, tiny holes expanding against his bulbous head before tearing completely around it. My mind raced, grasping at the few remaining memories from the dreams. Could this really have been true? Why don’t I remember? Tears of frustration leaked from my eyes. They ran a trail along my cheeks, and back into my hair. He flew back into me, bare cockhead sliding effortlessly along my slicked walls. It felt so much better than the latex covered meat from earlier, I almost forgot the situation I’d found myself in. He’s now pounding into me with no barrier whatsoever. His next load wouldn’t be getting pulled out in a thin baggie, but staying planted deep inside. The thought was both concerning, and tremendously erotic. I could feel another orgasm quickly building.

I whimpered around the gag, my mind a chaotic mess. The rapidly approaching climax made any kind of concentration next to impossible, but I focused on one particular memory as others flashed in and out. The memory of throwing a baseball, playing catch with my dad. Something I had thought to just be an old dream, but what if it was real? Was it something that actually happened? The friction between my legs kept interrupting my focus, the dream constantly slipping away. My body tensed, every fiber desperately trying to hold off the orgasm, hoping to stay in control. Toes curled into my feet, a low, steady moan pushed by the damp gag filling my mouth. 

The guy moved his hand from my leg, dragging it up along my thigh, settling it on my pubic mound. His thumb wiggled against my stiffened clit, electric surges of pleasure rocking through my body. Despite my best efforts, attempts to stay in control and maintain the dwindling memories of my former self, the climax arrived. I groaned into the gag, spasms shaking through my tensed body. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, legs closing around the guy as they quivered. The tight walls enveloping him constricted as my orgasm consumed me, increasing the pleasure we were both experiencing. He pushed hard into me, holding himself deep when his cock thickened noticeably. The first pulse of his unprotected meat spurted his potent seed deep into me, the warm sensation spreading deeper with each additional throb. My climaxing body drank it all in, milking his manhood for every last drop.

“Take it, slut,” he grunted, draining himself into me as my pussy convulsed around him. My memory of my dad bringing me to my first ballet recital stayed strong in my mind, the focus on such a strong childhood memory grounding me, helping me end the orgasm more quickly than it otherwise would. But, why was I wanting that? Seemed counter productive to be limiting my own pleasure, just to keep some memory in mind. What had he been saying before? Something about permanent? And why was the warmth around his pulsing cock spreading inside me? I began to worry, hoping the condom he was wearing hadn’t broken while he fucked me. I’m pretty good with the pill, and there’s always “plan b,” but losing the protection offered in the moment tends to raise panic. 

He began pulling out, the thick inches of his dribbling cock grinding away as my constricting walls squeezed the rest of his cum out. When he finally pulled free, his still hard shaft bobbled over my pussy, shining in our combined juices. The condom wrapped around the lower half of his length, the upper half completely uncovered. A thick strand of semen dangled from his tip, oozing down over my clit. Fear welled up inside me, but quickly melted into enhanced arousal when he slipped his exposed cockhead up and down my leaking entrance. I moaned into the sock plugging my mouth, arching my back as his thick head rubbed the outer limits of my sex. 

“Next!” he shouted, inviting another man into the room. “My condom broke,” he explained to the new guy, “no need to bother with protection any more.” They chuckled together, the new guy dropping his pants to reveal his lengthy erection. The first one moved closer to my head while the new person took position on the bed between my legs. He surged into me in one quick, deep thrust. 

“Clean me off,” the first guy instructed, pulling the broken rubber from around his dick. He removed my gag, angled my face towards him, and offered me his still gleaming cock. I looked up at him, opened my mouth, and licked along his shaft as it entered. He groaned at the stimulation, his hand caressing the back of my head as I sucked him deeper. I always loved giving head, especially when my own juices covered their hardness. My moans vibrated along his erection, my head bobbing with the thrusts of the new guy. “No more trouble from you,” the guy said assuringly. “My fucking cumslut.”

He released another load into my hungry mouth, just before the new guy filled me with his cream. I was closing in on my fourth orgasm of the night, but my climax was denied as they both pulled away. Semen leaked from my battered pussy, my restrained hands incapable of rubbing my next orgasm out. I thought I’d just have to lay there frustratedly, letting my built up orgasm fade, but excitement boiled to life when he said, “send in the rest.” I watched, eyes widening, as more people entered the room.

Eight more guys had filed in, all with hungry, eager looks on their faces. The first guy headed to the door, turning back just before walking out. “Have fun,” he said to no one in particular. I shrunk into the mattress, nervous about the long night ahead of me. None of them bothered with condoms, every hole put to good use.

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