Bevy of Bimbos (part 4) (Patreon)

((Author's note: this is a freebie and continuation of the series.  This part has M2F TG content, so, if that's not your thing, you may not want to read this))  

James sat down in his apartment living room, rubbing his hands with his face. He was surrounded by women who easily could be confused with porn stars. For most men, it would’ve been a dream come true. For James, it was another Tuesday. His childhood friend Maria, now an Amazon with a kink for being treated like a cow, was laying across the couch with her head on Rebecca’s lap. The once ice queen and fiery redhead and he had come to an arrangement when she had first come down with what James and she had coined the “Bimbo Flu”, of which, to the best of James’s knowledge, there were now four carriers. The other two, Jasmine and Kimmy, were groping each other on the love seat. Kimmy had claimed Jasmine as her “playmate” after coming back to reality an hour or so before and realized the pair had a mutual love of games and cosplay. James was still recovering from that experience and was pondering the fallout of Kimmy’s conquest before she’d sought him out.

Sora, James’s best friend since grade school, was about as gay as the day was long. James hadn’t ever cared, though he’d had to nicely turn Sora down when Sora had admitted to having a crush on James. It had taken a few months, but the pair had remained friends over the years. James looked at the other girls. “I’m sorry to ask this,” James said, “but since catching the bug, have any of you slept with anyone else that is not in this room that isn’t Sora?” One by one, each of the girls shook their head.

“It’s, like, I know I can get my fix from you, James,” Jasmine said, caressing Kimmy’s boobs. “Also, you’re a good person and haven’t tried to take advantage of the situation. I know I could fuck other guys, but they’re, well, not you.” Kimmy nipped on Jasmine’s chin, causing Jasmine to smile at Kimmy. “Or any of the rest of you.”

Kimmy nodded. “It was so strange, though,” Kimmy said, “when I went to have my way with Sora, something was off. Sora didn’t feel… what’s the right word?”

“Manly?” Rebecca offered. “Don’t get me wrong. Sora’s always been a nice person, but he always struck me as one of the girls, not one of the guys.”

Jasmine nodded. “I helped him cosplay as some girl from a webcomic once. He seemed so happy dressed like a girl,” she said with a giggle. “Don’t tell him I shared this, but we got a little tipsy and he admitted he was planning on living as a girl soon. He even had a prescription for estrogen and testosterone blockers.”

James pondered that as Kimmy continued. “Yeah, he felt a little girly. His lips tasted like cherry Chapstick, too. His cock wasn’t near as big as yours, but wow, Sora’s tongue was amazing,” Kimmy noted, licking her lips. “It was weird, too, when he saw me, he looked kind of shocked.”

James snorted. “I don’t doubt it. If you two did the deed, you’re the only woman I know that Sora’s ever been attracted to.”

“Aw, I’m special,” Kimmy said, snuggling against Jasmine. “So, what’s the big deal, anyway?”

“That’s what I’m worried about,” James said with a sigh. “For the record, since Rebecca’s heat had a problem,” James noted, causing Rebecca to snort at the pun, “I’ve only had sex with you girls and only after you caught the Bimbo Flu. I’m either immune or I’m sort of the antigen because I’m able to bring you back to your former selves. Well, mentally at least.”

Maria stood up and kissed James’s cheek. “Guess we’ll find out in a few days, moo,” Maria said with a smile. “I suppose we’re all going to need code words to let you know when we’re feeling… peckish.”

Rebecca laughed as she stood up. She put her hand on Maria’s rear and led her to the front door. “We’re going to talk about how I can invest in her food truck and catering, Rebecca said, grinning. “That and I’m a little thirsty.” Maria blushed at that and the two left.

Jasmine gave Becky’s breast a grope. “Come on, cutey. I want to work out some ideas for the pair of us to wear at the next gaming convention.” Jasmine stood up only to have Becky swat her butt playfully. “Keep that up and I might have to get out the ropes.”

Becky waggled her brows and stood up before smacking Jasmine’s rear again. “Threat or promise?”

“Definitely a promise,” Jasmine said, “though, if you get me, like, too riled up, we may have to call James to pull double duty.”

“Kinky,” Becky said, making her way to the door, “I like it.”

James shook his head. He wanted to check on Sora, but the sheer awkwardness of the situation made him reconsider. As it was, he had actual work to do around the condos. It would have to wait.

Sora woke to the smell of sex, strawberries, and caramel. His encounter with Kimmy had been a revelation. He’d never been attracted to a woman before the hot, busty, brunette had knocked on his door. Still, laying naked on his bed, he thought about other women in the condos and realized he still wasn’t attracted to any of them. He was, however, still attracted to James. Sighing wistfully, Sora sat up and realized it was nighttime. He’d been asleep for at least four hours. “Wow, Kimmy took a lot out of me,” he thought as he staggered to the bathroom. His whole body felt hot and sluggish. Stepping into the shower, he grabbed his normal body wash. He loved the smell of strawberries and the feminine body wash made him feel that much more girlish. 

Foaming up the sponge he used with the body wash, he cleaned himself off. As the sponge brushed over his nipples, he felt his cock jerk. Pleasure shot through his body. “This is new,” Sora thought, repeating the process. He gasped as pleasure shot through his body again. His cock throbbed as his free hand went to his chest. His chest felt a little puffy but, as he tugged on his nipples, thoughts of Kimmy and James both licking his nipples filled his mind. “I wish I had real tits like Kimmy did,” Sora thought, continuing his breast play. It wasn’t long before he felt his cock twitch as he came in the shower. His eyes widened as he realized that he’d just came without touch his dick at all. “Maybe those hormones are helping after all,” Sora thought, “though I never expected they’d work so soon.”

Sora quickly cleaned himself off. As he dried his body clean, he stared down at his crotch. His cock looked so small, which was fine by him. He never cared for it anyway. A wave of exhaustion swept over him as he made his way back to his bedroom. Thinking about Kimmy and James, he slipped on a pink, silk nightgown and slid under the covers of his bed, grateful that tomorrow was his day off.

Sora woke slowly. His head felt fuzzy and it was hard to think straight. “Coffee,” he thought, “I need coffee.”

Pushing the sheets away, the nighty he’d worn to bed felt snug. Tugging it up over his head as he made his way to the bathroom, he felt a slight bounce against his chest but ignored it as his body had other needs. He sat down to pee as he had since starting his transition, not thinking about it until he stood up and looked down. He blinked as he realized that two breasts the size of his fists were hanging from his chest. Glancing at himself in the mirror, his hand immediately went to his crotch. Where Sora had a dick the night before, there was now a thin slit and two fleshy folds. “I’m dreaming,” Sora thought. “But in case I’m not…” Sora wiped herself clean and flushed. She could feel each bit of her privates. “I’m a girl,” Sora thought, smiling to herself. “I don’t know how, but I’m totally a girl.”

Looking at herself in the mirror more closely, Sora realized her Adam’s apple was completely gone and her nose was smaller. Her almond complexion was flawless while her face had taken a more feminine appearance. Her fingers trembled as she reached for the lipstick that she’d rarely used. Taking a deep breath, Sora added it to her lips before also adding some blush to her cheeks. She smiled. “I look super cute,” Sora said. Her hands went to her throat. “Is that my voice?” she asked, noting the almost lilting timbre and higher pitch. She sang a quick scale, effortlessly reaching the higher octaves without sounding like she was in falsetto. Sora giggled. “This is amazing,” she noted, making her way to her bedroom. 

Reaching into her dresser, she ignored the men’s clothes on the left and went for the panties on the right. Pulling them up her legs, she smiled at how much better they fit on her now wider hips. She grabbed a skirt from one of her lower drawers and was about to grab one of her bras when she realized a tiny problem. None of them would fit. Her breasts were quite a bit larger than the B-cups that she’d faked in the past. She’d have to go braless. Thinking of her breasts, though, led her to think about Kimmy’s breasts. Much to Sora’s surprise, she realized that she was still attracted to the busty little nymph. She also realized, for the first time, that she was horny and needed something… no, not something. Someone. Biting her lip, Sora considered finding James, but she wasn’t ready for that. She’d seen how Kimmy had stared at the middle eastern woman that lived on the same floor. Kimmy had to be bi.

Pulling on a t-shirt, Sora decided that it was time to return the favor.

Kimmy and Jasmine looked up as the pair heard the door knock. Neither was expecting James though Kimmy was starting to feel a little foggy. The pair had been sitting half-naked, debating costume ideas when they’d heard the knock. Standing up, Kimmy walked over to the door. She was too short to peek through the peephole so cracked the door open. The smell of sweet strawberries wafted in and made her mouth water. On the other side of the door was a cute Asian girl with what Kimmy used to think were largeish breast and short black hair. Kimmy licked her lips. “Can I help you?” Kimmy asked, a little dazed. 

Sora breathed in deep through her nose. There was that intoxicating scent of caramel along with a fainter scent of lilacs and vanilla. She felt her breasts throb. When Kimmy’s eyes went to Sora’s chest, Sora glanced down. Sora’s nipples were poking through her shirt and, if she wasn’t mistaken, her breasts were getting larger with every breath. She looked back up at Kimmy. “You,” Sora said, her tone husky with need, “I need you.”

“Who’s at the door, sweetie?” Jasmine said, walking up behind Kimmy. Her eyes went wide as she saw Sora. “Sora, doll, is that you?”

Sora nodded, sucking on her lip. “Like, my head feels fuzzy and I can about is sex,” Sora said, her eyes going back to Kimmy’s huge tits. “Like, I wanted to return the favor. Kimmy made me feel so horny the other day and I totally saw her checking out your ass, Jasmine, so I knew she was into girls and stuff. I, like, couldn’t go to James because he’s already turned me down once. Do you want to play with me again, Kimmy?”

Kimmy looked at Jasmine who grinned back at her. “I know just what to do, Kimmy,” Jasmine said. “Why don’t you grab some of your toys and have your way with the newest bimbo?”

Kimmy giggled. “Oh, this is going to be fun,” she said, grabbing Sora’s hand and dragging her to the bedroom. Kimmy could tell that Sora’s boobs were getting bigger by the minute. She couldn’t wait to see how big. Kimmy smiled as Sora stood submissively by the bed. “I bet you’d do anything if I promised to make you cum, wouldn’t you, you sexy little thing.”

Sora bit her lip and nodded. She kept her hands to the side. “I’ll do anything,” she moaned.

“Anything?”

Sora nodded. “I… I want to be a good little pet.”

Kimmy pulled Sora’s shirt off before turning to dig in her closet. She pulled out a pair of cat ears that were on a headband along with a strap-on. “Off with the skirt and panties then, pet,” Kimmy said, putting the headband on Sora’s head. “As long as you behave, we’ll get you what you need. Let me hear you meow like a good kitty.”

“Mew,” Sora said before wiggling out of her skirt and panties. Her heavy breasts swayed back and forth. When she looked back up, Kimmy was likewise naked. 

Kimmy pushed Sora back on the bed gently. “On your hands and knees, sweetie,” Kimmy said. She waited for Sora to do so before sliding onto the bed facing the other way, spreading her legs. “Now be a good girl, kitty, and lick me until I cum.”

Sora looked uncertain. “But, like, what about the strap-on?”

“That’s for me,” Jasmine said from the door. She’d taken off her pants and panties and reached for the strap-on. Tugging it on, she moved behind Sora and rubbed the dildo against Sora’s pussy lips, causing her to moan in anticipation. “You’re an eager little girl, aren’t you?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Sora replied. She moaned as the phallus filled her newly formed pussy for the first time. Kimmy’s hands went to Sora’s head and pushed her down between Kimmy’s legs. Sora loved the taste of Kimmy’s pussy and began to lap eagerly as Jasmine fucked her from behind. Her cries grew louder as Jasmine filled her again and again. Sora had only dreamed of what it would be like to be properly fucked and, while she was thoroughly enjoying it, the thought of a real cock filling her kept entering her sex addled mind. No, not any cock. James’s cock. The thought of him fucking her was enough to send her over the edge.

Sora came down from her first female orgasm laying between Jasmine and Kimmy, each of them caressing one of her boobs. Sora looked down and giggled. Her boobies were so big. She loved how it felt with her new besties playing with her soccer ball-sized titties. She noted absently that Jasmine was texting something on her phone quickly while Kimmy’s free hand was between her own legs. Sora licked her lips and moved her own hand between her legs, her fingers toying with her engorged clit. “Fuck,” Sora moaned, “Kitty’s still so wet. Like, kitty needs cock, Kimmy.”

Jasmine kissed her cheek. “Don’t worry, kitten,” Jasmine said, pinching Sora’s nipple which caused Sora to moan, “help is on the way.”

Kimmy licked her lips. “I hope that help has extra stamina. I totally need a good fucking, too.”

There was a knock at the door. Jasmine grabbed one of Kimmy’s nightgowns and slid it over her otherwise naked body before walking to the front door. “Glad you could make it. We’ve got a bit of a dose of double trouble,” Jasmine noted.

“Given how the flu seems to be affecting me, I should be good,” a male voice said. 

Sora’s mind recognized the voice instantly. She parted her legs and leaned back. When he walked into the doorway, it was all Sora could do to not jump him. She had promised to behave. “Like, hi there, Master. Are you here to fuck kitty?”

James stood there flabbergasted. He looked at Jasmine. “Is that who I think it is?”

Jasmine nodded. “And, as far as I can tell, she’s all girl,” Jasmine added, swatting James’s rear. James took in the busty Asian girl in front of him, complete with cat ear headband. She looked like something out of a hentai comic: a perfect Japanese bimbo waiting and eager to be fucked. “Having a little problem getting past who she was?”

James shook his head. “Do me a favor and never let her wear a schoolgirl outfit. I doubt I’ll be able to get the fantasy out of my head.” James pulled down his shorts and boxers in a single motion, his foot-long cock standing at attention. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you, kitten?” He asked as he climbed between Sora’s legs. 

Sora moaned as the head of James’s cock parted her pussy lips. “Yes!” Sora cried out. “Fuck kitty’s pussy. Fill me with your cock. Kitty needs her master’s cock, meow.”

James smiled as he plowed into Sora. His best friend had turned into what he knew had been Sora’s personal fantasy. Now that Sora was a girl, though, James had far less compunction about intimacy. He watched as her still swelling boobs bounced and quaked with each thrust, barely cognizant that Jasmine and Kimmy were making out next to them. Grabbing Sora’s hips, he buried himself to the hilt and filled her with his seed. He heard Sora’s high-pitched moan a moment later before her pussy, already tight and wet, clamped around his shaft to milk him for all she could.

A minute later, James slid back, his cock sliding free but still rock hard. Kimmy was next to him instantly, licking him clean. She looked up at him with a hopeful smile. She loved how his cock tasted, salty and faintly of strawberries. “Me next?” Kimmy asked, looking up at him cutely.

“Like, is master going to fuck Kimmy, too?” Sora asked.

James looked at Sora with concern. “Please tell me you’re just acting like a bimbo, Sora.”

Sora giggled and tapped her head. “Like, kitty is perfectly fine up here, but kitty likes acting like this. It’s fun, meow.” Sora grinned and nuzzled against Jasmine. “Will you pet kitty while master fucks Kimmy?”

Jasmine grinned and ran her fingers through Sora’s hair. “Sure thing, kitten.”

As Kimmy climbed up on the bed on her hands and knees, Sora watched as her best friend, who’d fucked her new pussy moments before, began to fuck a begging Kimmy. She couldn’t be happier.