[Patreon Exclusive] GENDER SWAP ON TOP: Chapter 3 (Patreon)

I woke up the next afternoon, still laying the middle of my living room floor. I slowly pulled myself up to my feet and looked around the room.

I was alive.

I looked down on the floor, and my glass had been knocked over. None of my art had been stolen, nor had any of my electronics. I made my way upstairs into the panic room, where I kept my safe hidden. It hadn’t been tampered with. Whoever came into my house simply drugged me and left.

I went back downstairs and picked up my phone.

“You have 26 missed calls, 22 voicemail messages and 33 new text messages,” my phone said.

Fuck.

I was so late for work, with so much to do. I quickly ran upstairs to change. I ran into my bedroom and pulled away my belt. I unzipped my pants and pulled them down past my ankles. I ran over to my dresser while unbuttoning my dress shirt.

As I threw the shirt onto the floor, I noticed something: On my chest, were two large supple breasts. I froze in my place. Slowly, I moved my hands towards them and felt them. They were real.

I sprinted into my bathroom and looked in the mirror.

I was a woman. My facial structure had softened and my Adam’s apple had receded. My hair was unchanged, but messy from spending the night on the floor. I looked down between my legs. My penis was gone—receded and dissipated within my body. In its place was a thin little pussy.

In shock, my mouth opened wide. I couldn’t even recognize myself; I looked so radically different. Someone had slipped me the gender-swap pill from the meeting.

I needed to get that female-to-male pill immediately, before the twenty hours was up.

I quickly threw on whatever I thought could work on a woman. I put on an old band t-shirt I had from college, and some old jeans. I looked in the mirror. My large tits pushed hard against the shirt, and my hard nipples were completely visible against the cotton fabric. It wasn’t much, but it would have to do.

I ran down to my car and jumped in. As quickly as I could, I drove to work. I put a pair of big sunglasses on so that no one could possibly recognize me. While my face had changed drastically, I was still Wade Bonham.

I parked on the street and ran into the building. I hustled through the building lobby towards the elevator.

“Ma’am! Ma’am!” someone behind me yelled.

I ignored them and continued to quickly walk towards the elevator, wearing my big sunglasses.

“Ma’am, stop!” the person yelled again.

I hit the button for the elevator and began to wait for it to arrive. Suddenly, Martin stepped in front of the elevator door.

“I’m going to need to see some identification,” he said.

“I—Um, I work here,” I said, trying to not look him in the eye.

“Okay, well let me see your access card.”

“I forgot it… At home.”

“Well then, you’re going to need to go home and get it.”

“I actually have a really important meeting with Mr. Bonham, so I can’t do that right now.”

“It’s Saturday. Mr. Bonham doesn’t take meetings on Saturdays.”

“Well, he did today, okay? Now let me through.”

“I’m sorry ma’am—I can’t let you through without an access card.”

I looked into Martin’s eyes, angry.

“I’ll be quick,” I said.

“I don’t care. You can’t go up until you at least show me some identification I can look up.”

I sighed.

“Mr. Bonham is going to be really pissed if you don’t let me up.”

“Well, that’s a risk I’m going to take. This is, after all, what he pays me to do.”

The elevator opened up. I tried to walk past Martin, but he grabbed onto me.

“Please, I need to get up.”

“Not without identification.”

I needed a new strategy. I thought for a moment as the elevator door closed again. Martin continued to stare me in the eyes, watching me closely so I didn’t make any quick moves.

“Look,” I said, “Mr. Bonham—ordered me here.”

Martin continued to stare at me, confused as to what I was suggesting.

“He, um, called me to come… Meet with him, if you know what I mean…”

“No, ma’am, I don’t know what you mean.”

“I, uh, came to give him a bit of action.”

Martin’s eyes lit up.

“You’re a—you’re a prostitute?” he whispered to me.

“Yes.”

“Well…” Martin said, thinking. “Is there any way you can prove it? Get Mr. Bonham on the phone?”

“I can’t do that—you know that,” I said.

Martin smiled.

“Well, maybe there’s another way you could prove it,” Martin said with a grin from ear to ear.

I took a deep breath. I had to think fast. I only had a few hours before the drug was no longer reversible.

“Where do you want to go?” I asked, forcing a flirtatious smile.

Martin bit his lip and looked around. “Follow me,” he said.

He led me through the lobby and into the service corridor. We walked down towards the security room, where there were many televisions set up, covering various angles on the building.

Martin took me by the hand and guided me towards an armless swivel chair that was in the center of the room. He sat down in it and looked up at me.

“You’re a sexy little gal,” he said. “I can see what Bonham sees in you.”

“Thanks,” I said.

“Why don’t you take a seat? Let me show you how we do things down here.”

Hesitantly, I walked over and sat down on Martin’s lap, wrapping my legs around his waist and looking down into his eyes. I placed my hands on his shoulders.

“Oh, baby. You’re a hot piece of ass, you know that?”

I forced a smile.

“You ever been with a black guy before?”

I nodded no. Martin chucked.

Then, he reached his arms up around my neck and pulled me in towards him. I initially resisted. I had to just eat my pride and do it. I didn’t have the time to fuck around.

I leaned forward and kissed the black security guard on the lips. He wrapped his big black lips around mine and sucked. With his big, muscular arms, he held my head in place. Suddenly, his big, warm wet tongue penetrated my lips and entered my mouth.

Just go with it, Bonham. Just go with it.

I wrapped my tongue around his and allowed my body to relax. I sunk my hands from his shoulders, down his torso and onto the sides of his ripped abs. I ran my fingers along his hard, rippling muscles.

One of Martin’s hands began to slide downwards, down my back and onto my butt. He squeezed my butt cheek hard in his strong grip. Then, she gave me a spank, sending a tingle up my spine and making me straighten my back.

Martin laughed. “It’s okay, baby. Just a little love tap.”

I took another deep breath and sunk back down into the big black security guard. His hands moved down to my waist and made quick work of my belt and zipper. In no time flat, Martin was beginning to slide my pants down my butt.

“Stand up,” Martin commanded.

I slowly stood up, standing between his legs. Martin slipped my pants down the length of my legs, exposing my pantiless pussy.

“Damn, girl. No panties?”

I smiled and then slid my hands down onto Martin’s cock. I could feel the massive bulge of his giant black dick through his jeans. I sunk down to my knees and began to rub and caress his hardening member.

Martin placed his hands on my head and felt my hair through his fingers.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

There was a clock in the corner of the room that I could hear ticking away, counting down to my demise. I had to move quicker.

I began to undo his belt. I pulled it off of his body quickly and went straight for his zipper.

“Oh, you want it badly, don’t you?”

I simply nodded yes and I began to tug his pants down his legs. Then, I saw it-- Martin had a massive, nearly foot long black cock between his legs. My eyes went wide and I froze still.

“Don’t be afraid, baby. It ain’t gonna hurt you—much.”

Martin chuckled as he began to pull my head down towards his gargantuan penis. I took a deep breath, opened my mouth and then guided the humongous cock into my mouth. Its magnificent girth stretched out my tight lips as it slid in deep. I couldn’t even get half of it inside of my mouth before it squished up against the back of my throat, gagging me.

Just do it, Bonham.

I began to move my head up and down the length of the black dick. I could taste Martin’s manly musk against my tongue as I ran it along the base of his cock. It throbbed hard against my cheeks and I could feel every hard vein as the thick shaft pushed through my lips.

Martin pulled my head in tighter to his body with his strong hands. His dick pushed hard down into my throat. I couldn’t breathe. My face started to turn red and my mouth began to salivate.

“Hold it, baby. Hold it.”

Martin continued to hold my head on his slick throbbing member. Foamy drool poured out the sides of my mouth, down my face. I coughed and gagged but Martin didn’t relieve his pressure. I reached around and placed my hand firmly on his leg, squeezing tight.

Finally, he let go and I burst into a coughing fit. Saliva poured out of my mouth, down my face, while long strands of it connected my mouth to his penis. Martin sat, chuckling satisfied.

“You nearly got the whole thing in there,” he said. “Come on up, let me see those tits.”

I pulled myself up to my feet. Tears were running down my face. I looked down at his massive, slobber-covered black erection. I stood for a moment—that was going to hurt my virgin pussy.

“What are you waiting for, baby?”

Tick! Tick! Tick!

Hesitantly, I began to pull off my t-shirt, letting my tits fall out and bounce. I stepped forward, overtop of Martin and took a deep breath. He placed his hands on my hips and began to lower me down, directly onto his cock.

I felt his warm, wet tip push up against my tight slit. The tip of his dick slid across my clit and began to push up into my tight hole. I gasped sharply as my pussy stretched out wide. I tried to stop myself from going any lower, but Martin continued to apply pressure.

“No more,” I said, feeling a sharp pain as my slit stretched open.

“It’s fine, baby. It’ll be fine.”

Martin was unrelenting. He pulled me hard, overriding my resistance. Once half way down the length of his enormous cock, he began to pull me back up. He was using my body like a full-sized sex doll.

My vagina started to tingle and quiver. I could feel it tense and release against the girth of his cock. The sharp pain persisted.

“C’mon baby, that all you got?”

If I was going to get him off quickly, I was going to need to put more into it. I took a breath, bit my tongue and closed my eyes. Then, I started to push my body down. I managed to sink the entirety of his foot-long dick inside of my pussy.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

I began to pull my body up and down his cock. I felt every inch of his veiny cock against my clit as I pulled up the whole length, and then dropped down to his pelvis. My butt slapped into his lap with every revolution.

“Holy fuck, girl.”

I picked up my pace. The pain was going away little by little with every hard penetration. The tingling was growing and I was starting to relax. Finally, my muscles released their tension and I melted into Martin like warm butter on chocolate. I leaned into him and placed my head next to his.

“I fucking love your big black cock,” I said into his ear, trying to get him more aroused.

“Yeah?” he asked.

“I want you to fuck me. Fuck me like you’ve never fucked anyone,” I said.

“Oh yeah?”

“I want your cum all over me.”

Martin bit his lip. I could feel blood pumping into his cock at a rapid pace. Then, Martin grabbed me from the side and lifted me up, without pulling his long black shaft out of me. He carried me over to a desk and dropped me down on my ass.

Holding me in place, Martin started to thrust himself into me, pushing every inch of his monolithic member into my body. Warm fluid began to squish out of my pussy after every aggressive thrust.

Squish! Squish! Squish!

Fluid was flying everywhere. My body began to feel light and my extremities were going numb. I was surrendering to his big, black dominance.

Tick! Tick! Tick!

I didn’t have much time. I had to get him off.

“Fuck me harder! Fuck the shit out of me!”

Martin smiled and bit his lip, and he kept going. He seemed to just go on forever. What could I do?

“Stick it in my ass,” I said.

“Really?” he asked.

“Fuck me in the ass, big boy.”

Martin pulled his massively long cock out of my pussy. A large bout of fluid poured out of me as the tip of his dick cleared the rim of my slit. Then, he guided his dick down to my asshole.

“Do it! Fuck my ass!” I yelled.

He began to shove it into me. Fuck, it hurt. My asshole stretched wide and I clenched hard on his dick.

“Fuck, it’s tight,” he said.

“I don’t care. Fuck it. Fuck my asshole.”

Martin continued pushing his way in deep. I looked over at the clock, and then back to Martin. I reached my hands around his butt and pulled him in tight, forcing the rest of his dick inside of my body.

I screamed out loud, sharply, unable to contain myself. Martin, following my command, started to thrust his cock in and out of my tight, virgin asshole. Fluid continued to run out of my slit, and down onto Martin’s dick. Finally, I could feel his shaft beginning to swell inside of my butt, filling with cum.

He was pushing himself into me as fast as he could. He planted his hands onto the edge of the desk as his muscles bulged and his veins throbbed. I continued to scream as I began to rub my clit with my fingers. I was cumming. More and more warm juice squirted out of me as his pelvis slammed into my butt.

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Fuck!” he yelled out loud.

“Cum on my tits!” I managed to say between screams.

Martin pulled his massive cock out of my and stepped forward. His shaft began to explode a huge load of cum all over my torso. I held my tits together, catching every single shot of his hot, sticky load. He tried to catch his breath, squeezing his penis tightly in his hand.

I was in pain. My asshole and pussy were stretched out wide, and my butt cheeks were sore and dark red. I tried to catch my breath for a moment, and then remembered my quest. I pulled myself up to my feet and started to dress myself. I threw my shirt over top of my cum covered tits, and then pulled my pants over my used and abused pussy and asshole.

“C’mon,” I said to the tired black security guard. “I’m going to be late.”

Martin looked up at me and laughed.

“I can see what Bonham sees in you now.”

Martin pulled himself to his feet and pulled his pants up. He led me back to the elevator and scanned me through with his security access card.

I stopped the elevator at the lab floor. I ran into the empty lab and began to look around. That gender-swap pill had to be there somewhere.

“C’mon, c’mon,” I muttered to myself as I dug through drawers and cabinets.

Finally, I found a bottle labelled female-to-male sex assignment prototype. I quickly grabbed it and opened it. The bottle was empty.

“Looking for this?” a voice said behind me.

I swung around. Victoria was standing, holding the gender-swap pill between her fingers.

“Give that to me,” I demanded.

“I don’t think I want to,” she replied.

“You drugged me. You broke into my house and drugged me, you bitch.”

“You deserved it.”

“No one deserves this!”

“You’re a horrible human, and deserve to be humiliated.”

“Victoria—Please. I need that pill. This isn’t funny.”

“I think it’s very funny, actually.”

“I need to have that pill. I refuse to live like this.”

“What’s the matter? Can’t run a company as a woman?”

“I’m not fucking around, Victoria. Give me that fucking pill!”

“Sorry, Bonham.”

I began to walk towards her. “Look, I’m sorry about yesterday. I was—I was stressed out. It’s been a stressful last few weeks. You can have the job. The job’s yours. Let’s just forget about all of this.”

“Don’t come any closer,” Victoria said. “It’s your turn to try to work the corporate world as a woman. Your company—It’s mine now.”

“What are you talking about? You’ve lost your fucking mind.”

“I have the footage of you fucking the security guy. I also have all the recordings of you and I yesterday-- everything you said about your immoral business. Plus the papers I found in your home office yesterday, about all the money laundering? I have that too. You’re done.”

I stared at Victoria, silent.

“But don’t worry. I won’t go to the police. You won’t spend the next twenty years in jail, if you don’t want to. Instead, you’re going to simply release a statement, handing the company over to me. I’ve already done you the convenience of creating all the paperwork…”

Victoria pulled a stack of papers out from behind her back.

“You’ll never be able to run the company. No woman can run this company. Now give me that pill.”

Victoria laughed. “I won’t run it as a woman. You’ll be handing over the company to Victor Tremblay.”

Victoria took the pill and put it in her mouth. She swallowed.

“I am no longer Victoria Tremblay.”

“Victoria! No!” I yelled.

“You fucked over the wrong girl, Wade,” said Victoria as she dropped the papers on an empty desk. “Have those signed and delivered to head office by tomorrow, or spend the next twenty years behind bars.”

Victoria turned and walked back through the lab doors towards the elevators.

“Oh, and don’t expect to see the gender-swap pills on shelves any time soon. I’ll be ending their development as of tomorrow,” Victoria called out as she disappeared down the hallway.

My life was crumbling around me. I was stuck as a woman forever, I lost my Fortune 500 Company, and worst of all, I had been defeated by a woman.

THE END