Groundhog Day 8 (Patreon)

Brett’s morning went as usual, well it was 3 PM, so more morning than afternoon... It always started off slow, a girly thought here, a ditzy giggle there. It quickly spirals out of control though, and within the first hour Brett’s gone. In his place, a ditzy bimbo craving sex. He retained his memories, but his personality always changed, which kept things awkward the next day.

Brett could feel his inner bimbo starting to come out, and winced thinking back to all the sex he’s already had as a woman. That wince quickly changed to a far off gaze, a lip being bitten while Brett remembered the intense orgasm his body was capable of having from being filled with cock. He was always able to find another outfit he’d never seen Samantha in, and it seemed like today would be no different.

Brett made himself up, and made sure to look as sexy as he could before even thinking about a plan to change back. And where were Samantha and Ted? Hopefully Brett wouldnt have to deal with them, that could be a whole mess in itself. Then he remembered the bar he had found on google last week, the one that was changing guys into girls.

“Really? How’d I forget about that? It’s taken me over a week to even find the address!” Brett spoke out loud to his sexy reflection in the mirror, making sure he looked good before leaving to the bar.

He decided not to take an Uber, and headed for the train station. The bar was a  fifteen minute train ride, and then a ten minute walk. Brett worried about something happening, judging from this weird universe’s knack for giving everyone sexual powers.

On the train, Brett could hear two guys talking about him, clearly pointing a recording phone camera his way.

“...those tits are great, but I would love to see them bigger...”

“...and blonde’s more my thing...”

“...she’s much too covered up, show some skin girl!”

As turned on as he was from the attention, the guys were disgusting Brett. He bent over to pick up his headphones, feeling a lot more jiggling than he was used to, he looked down to see deep cleavage in his face. “What the fuck? Wait... My hair’s blonde too... No!”

The guys had continued talking during Brett’s realization, “...very plain looking, I want something exotic. And why is she so big? I mean the boobs are great, but she could slim down a bit...”

Brett’s complexion lightened, and he no longer understood English. He saw the two men approaching, and leaned back in his seat, leaving his tiny body defenseless.

“Your new name’s Kimmiko, and your tits are ten times more sensitive now!”

The rest of the train passengers didn’t notice as one of the guys cupped Kimmiko’s breasts, and flipped them out of her shirt. She moaned and swayed with her giant tits being mauled, sounding like a schoolgirl in heat. During her week in this universe, Kimmiko had never experienced euphoria like this.

“Alright Joe, you’ve had your fun!”

The second man approached Kimmiko, this one sitting down next to her.

She started making seductive noises again as her tots were being groped, and didn’t notice a hand start making its way over to her panties.

“No! Kimmiko no let!!!”

“Awwww Kimmiko! You know I could just force you to let me! But Barry does like this too...”, Kimmiko got embarrassed for the man referring to himself in third person.

Barry grabbed Kimmiko around her arms, and made her stand in front of him. She waited in utter dread after hearing a zipper open behind her, but even with her expecting it, being filled against her will was really something else. She yelled for someone to help her, but nobody paid the three of them any attention. Her body hung limp, and Kimmiko jiggled as Barry slid her up and down the shaft of his cock doggy-style.

“Stop yelling for someone. Your pussy is a hundred times more sensitive now, that’ll give you something to scream about.” The stranger immediately pulled out, and the emptiness Kimmiko felt inside was too much to bare. Her pussy flushed, getting wetter as her sensitivity increased to a hundred fold. She begged Barry in very broken English for more of his cock, but he refused her.

She couldn’t take no for an answer, and pushed him into a seat. She really wanted nothing to do with Barry besides his cock, and tried to keep everything besides her pussy away from him by hanging on a rail.

She winced, frustrated when her shirt was being used as love handles. Giving her breasts extra stimulation, and making her orgasm. Covering Barry’s cock with her cum before he shot his load on her ass, and then immediately tagged his buddy in.

Before sitting down and making Kimmiko’s day, Joe whispered in her ear, “You love riding my cock, just let your tits bounce free and as much as possible. You’ll feel a need to get me deeper inside you than any woman should, and your lips are now tighter than they were before my friend fucked you.  I don’t want this to feel like sloppy seconds, you dig?”

Kimmiko didn’t understand a word, but her body did. Ready to fuck, she got herself up on Joe quickly, giggles bubbling out of her from excitement. She leaned forward and let her tits bounce as she tried getting the cock she was riding to penetrate deeper, and deeper into her folds. She was silent for most of it, until the very end. As her pussy filled with cum, she let out an erotic cry and orgasmed a third time; this orgasm was mind shattering. The sex filled screaming suddenly stopped, and Kimmiko blacked out.