All in the body, And All in the Mind (Patreon)

Author's Notes:

Different from my usual story commissions, includes a TG Body Swap.

Story:

I wasn’t the jock I used to be… and while some part of me always knew I couldn’t keep the young, strong, lean physique of a star quarterback at my local university forever… I had hoped to make it through university at least.

Instead, I’d made a mistake.

I wasn’t the only one who’d made a mistake, but sometimes being a braggart just doesn’t pay.

I was at a Halloween party, and having a bit of an existential freakout as the first semester of College was finally hitting me. I wasn’t the high school star anymore, and my girlfriend was starting to lean on me for some emotional growth.

Namely my girlfriend was bisexual, attractive, and open about her sexuality and had wonderfully done her best to have some threeways that involved me and one of her female friends. None of them had ever worked out, but that was mostly my fault.

I’ll get back to that.

What she was wanting out of me was for me to come out as… well, Bi.

And not just any kind of bi. I mean, I think I might be closer to Pan than Bi. I didn’t just want to be a man having sex with a man, I wanted to be a woman, having sex with a man too. And a woman having sex with a woman. And something in between getting to make long passionate love with something… out-between. Is that a word?

I was a bit…

Well, a lot drunk. It was a party after all, and I was in college and that’s what college kids do when they’re feeling existential. Or at least I did.

Anyway, in high school I made the point to my girlfriend. Who’s my girlfriend? Oh let me tell you, she’s the mythical bisexual cheerleader who likes to share (and I can not stress this enough, bisexual does not in and of itself mean you like threeways, just that you’re open to both genders) and she is hot. Like, super hot. Like, melt my boxers, HOT. But going back to my own sexuality, a quarterback that his team is afraid to be in the locker room naked with…

Afraid.

Afraid.

Suddenly my face was filled with a tall, busty Asian cheerleader, and that never failed to put me in a better mood. That it was my girlfriend really helped. I opened my mouth to say something, to explain to her that I was ready to… well… at least talk about what I was going through and…

And through her… I’d kind of discovered that fantasy isn’t everything. She brought me something else.

Acceptance.

See, I have something that I would probably call a ‘physical deformity.’ My cock is… well, even Miss ‘basketball for tits’ has trouble wrangling it for a proper titfuck, and I’m not exaggerating what she’s packing. The first time I was with a girl, she actually screamed.

And ran out of my parents place.

Topless.

...Still screaming.

She… never talked to me again.

The second time, I tried to... you know... lose my virginity, she laughed. And then threw me out of her parents place.

The third and fourth time… were enough to convince me that maybe I was better off giving up on ever having sex.

And then Tiffany had come into my life.

She was my personal, secret fantasy. Well, to be honest she was the fantasy of a lot of men and even a few women as well. She had these monster tits, a light asian accent, often had her long dark hair dyed with streaks of red, and was taller than average at 5’9”. Oh, and as I said, a cheerleader.

But after the first few failures, I was in no rush, even for the woman of my dreams.

It had taken a lot of talking, a lot of her explaining that she was spending her life dealing with two stereotypes, the ‘you’re asian so you must be smart’ or the ‘you’ve got big tits and a pussy so you must be brainless.’ After blowing through a D-cup, she had decided she’d rather be underestimated then try and convince someone her IQ was bigger than her boobs.

She also proved to me that not everyone in my life was going to reject me, and helped me accept the… other things about myself I’d been struggling with.

And currently my girlfriend was sloppy drunk. I was just regular drunk. That’s when she came up to me.

Now, to be clear, I didn’t want to cheat on my girlfriend, had no intention of it. But… she was the infamous hot goth babe! Not just the kind I’d love to have in bed, or sharing it with Tiffany, but the kind I’d love to be.

She had this eye catching tongue stud that I knew would feel great on the underside of my cock.

What really caught my eye was a pair of tits that rivaled even my girlfriend’s, and let me tell you from personal experience, Tiffany’s tits were the biggest, roundest, heaviest fun pillows around.

This amazing Goth chick also had something special on my girlfriend, an ass that was just the nicest, plushest thing ever. Don’t get me wrong, I love my girlfriend’s tight little ass, athletic and bouncy and fun to spank, but the hourglass this goth was sporting had me at a half chub from her shadow alone, ya get me?

And, as I said, I was drunk.

I think it was the fantasy of it all. And some part of me wondering if she’d sit on my face while my girlfriend rode me, and then swapping so I could finish in her. Or vice-versa, I wasn’t particular.

And then, she spoke… with her arm stroking up my thigh.

“Hey.” She had this high pitch squeaky voice, the kind you hear in one of those anna-may’s. Yeah, I have Hulu and Netflix! Don’t judge. Her hand was running up my arm, squeezing my muscles. I’m no linebacker, but four hours a day for the last five years had given me something the lady clearly was pleased with. Then, that high pitched, airy voice kicked in. “Like, I hear you totes have the biggest cock in the school.”

She… she wasn’t just the fantasy curvy goth girl… she was the legendary gimbo, half goth, half bimbo! Her dark eyes had these hints of purple and seemed just a bit too empty.

It was like meeting my other secret fantasy. Which brought my attention back to what she’d just said.

“Yeah, baby, maybe the biggest cock in town.” Despite what women think, guys don’t actually go around measuring each other’s dicks.

“How big?” Her eyes… they had this purple tint to them I hadn’t noticed at first, like a ring of purple around the blackest part. It didn’t throw me, I just assumed I was a little drunker than I thought, and I was the kind that would tell you all sorts of weird things while drunk.

“Big enough to lay pipe between those tits and have a few inches left over.” It wasn’t hype. I had ruined underwear, and not from premature ejaculation, though that was before I had boxers. Those suckers are roomy! No, my penchant for ‘tall’ girls partly came from how many short girls had just noped the hell out.

And let me tell you, my girl has NEVER said no. If anything, she’s the one usually pulling me some place discrete.

“Tell me more!” Her voice was so cute! Her hands rubbing across my chest, and sliding up under my shirt to check my abs, actually pinching me. And… the purple… was so… 

“It’s about as thick as my wrist.” My wrists weren’t thin things. I held up my left hand and put my right hand around my wrist, making a ring with my fingers, judging to make sure I wasn’t fibbing or exaggerating. No, that was about right.

“And I’d say the head is about as big as my fist.” I made a fist just to drive the point home, and felt the hot goth next to me give a sexy tremble of delight, squirming even closer next to me, laying a hand on my thigh dangerously close to my cock.

“Yesss…” Hey eyes were half lidded, and so swirly. Her hand moved to my head, ruffling my short hair. I kept it short so I didn’t have to deal with helmet hair.

“And…” It was like her eyes was pulling me in… or was something pushing me out of my body? “My balls… They’re… so big.”

She was full on groping my cock now… but it felt like I was groping myself? My voice sounded… funny.

“And, like… Totes never runs out of cum.”

The guy I was snuggled up to laughed. His voice sounded so deep and sexy. “Thanks, babe. I think I’ll take it for a test run.” And with that, he stood and left me alone on the couch with my girlfriend. It took me a moment to really get a grasp on the situation, looking down at my massive breasts and feeling… so small and exposed.

“Uh, hey BaeBee.” My girlfriend looked over at me, blinking her eyes. “What happened to Thom?”

“Thom?” I asked, a dainty hand with black painted nails going to my lips. Was that my voice? I sounded too light, and ditzy. And I didn’t feel nearly as drunk as I was before, but still like I was thinking through a cloud.

“Yeah, my boyfriend.” Tiffany, my girlfriend, gave a little laugh. Her name wasn’t really Tiffany, it was ティファニー, but trust me, it came out as Tiffany whenever anyone said it.

“Uh, I’m right here, kinda?” I looked down and got lost in my own cleavage, feeling my plump hips and ass barely covered by the short, black skirt with the gentle curling script that looked like some eldritch language. I wasn’t even wearing panties...

“Ohhhh my GOD! She really did it!” Suddenly Tiffany’s hands were all over my new body, caressing me, and I could feel my large, thick nipples growing hard against my corseted top, actually pushing my tits back towards me from that unforgiving surface. “She swapped bodies with you!”

“Uh, yeah?!” I blushed and looked up at her, my eyes falling on her own large soft breasts, her tight, athletic curves, and those big soft lips that felt so good against mine. Would they feel even better against my new soft lips? “Do you mind?”

“Mind? Baby, when she said she could, I asked for this! You’re staying in that body as long as she’ll let me keep you there!”

My mind went back to just how good it felt to be a guy with a huge cock, and I couldn’t help but laugh, this light, tinkling thing that fell from my lips and danced in the air. “Sweetie, I think this could be a permanent thing.”

“NO complaints!” Tiffany grinned, tugging me to my feet and towards one of the designated bedrooms meant for some play time. “Now, let me show you how a girl REALLY likes it.”