A Changing Of Roles (Patreon)

“I’m going to sleep.”
“Holy shit thank the lord he’s learning! Maybe you’ll start cleaning up more too and taking care of yourself.”
“Shut up you’re not my mom!”
“You’re right your mom would clean up after you, I’m more like your boyfriend.”

“Shut up dude that’s gay.”
“Don’t worry I heard brushing your teeth is gay too that’s why you’re one of the straightest people I know.” Alex was too tired to snipe back, just exhausted after he had stayed up too late the night before. And the other nights before that. Really he was always operating in the red when it came to sleep and general maintenance and the last thing he needed was for his roommate Tristan to parent him like he was a fucking child. Most of work had been a blur, though he had probably said some bad shit, his shift ending with one of the customers bombing him with glitter and shit while yelling in a foreign language or something. His bosses said he was lucky to not get fired after they had reviewed the incident, since someone had taken a video and well... Okay so he ran his mouth off about women and crap cause he was tired and she was taking forever and had 11 items in the 10 or Less lane. Big fucking deal. At least that shit had faded quick, not a hint of it on him by the time he reached his car, though after that he was just drowsing, almost crashing the car twice on the way home.

He did not want another car accident and was freaked out, the last almost killing him from a drunk driver years ago that left him with a faint scar on his right eyebrow. So the last thing he needed was Tristan’s “take care of yourself” routine. If he responded he’d just be arguing for an hour, so he just slunk to his bedroom, drifting into and out of the shower and collapsing into his bed. For some reason his thoughts drifted to the lady, some psychic wannabe who looked like she stumbled out of a reality show. What had she even thrown at him? They didn’t carry glitter at the super… aww fuck it he just needed some sleep. Sleep would make it all better. Any second now. Come on he was fucking exhausted he just had to clear his mind, he just had t-

CREEEAAAAK

Light wafted into the room, Tristan’s outline blocking most of it.

“Hey Alex.” There was something wrong about the way Tristan was talking, the tone of his voice calming, gentle, weirdly resonant.

“Shut up dude I’m trying to sleep. I’m… tired?” He felt good actually, wired, brimming with energy, and the more he looked at Tristan the more the light played with his eyes. He looked toned, more handsome for some reason, Alex feeling something strange as he looked at his roomie’s pecs, almost like he was-

“F-Fuck dude seriously I need sleep my mind’s all wonky and I’m feeling weird.” Yeah that had to be it, his brain wasn’t working right and there was no way he could be feeling like that towards his fucking roommate he wasn’t-

“I’m really proud of you Alex…” Shit he was coming closer, well he’d just get up and leave he’d just tell him to fuck off before this shit got weird. He tried to get up, but found his limbs almost like jelly and when he went to put his feet on the ground, it was gone, his bed suspended on nothingness. Scared he hopped back into bed, wondering how the fuck Tristan was walking on the void, getting closer.

“What the fuck’s going on?! I-I’m scared!”

“Don’t worry Alex, I’m here for you, let me take care of you.” His body was sluggish, like he was moving in slow motion as his roommate crawled into bed, sliding a hand down his pants. 

At this point Alex didn’t know he was sleeping, his body turning restlessly as he murmured out “no’s” and moans, his cock almost painfully erect as the dream went on. Tristan was playing with him, his mind racing as his roomie jerked his cock vigorously with his left, his right hand tracing Alex’s body, making his skin tingle, each touch spreading a sudden wave of weakness as he traced muscles and bones. Underneath the sheets Alex’s body was beginning to take up less space, more of the cloth falling as he writhed and turned, bone and muscle fading away, his feet, once in danger of slipping past the border of the bed, now slid up to a point where there was plenty of room even in his thrashing.

“S-St-HAAAhhp!” Maybe it was cause he hadn’t had sex for a while but Tristan’s hands felt amazing, his body crumbling under every stroke, every touch, this nightmare trying to stifle his resistance by just feeling stupidly good. He felt drenched, his body shivering as his stomach was massaged. His core was like putty in Tristan’s hand, Alex unable to stop moaning as he watched his core get flattened, muscles heaving as they toned down. With a few horrendous cracks he wanted to scream through it, the left side of his stomach curved inward like some hot chick’s, his body unable to fight back as he was forced to watch Tristan’s hand descend to the other side, pulling his straight contour concave. The way it wriggled under his touch, the way the curves worked, he knew that kind of stomach, he had seen plenty of those stomachs in college, and he was not supposed to have one of those fucking stomachs!

“Y-You’re turning me into a- AHHN~!” His ass was being groped, and it felt good. Oh fuck did it feel good, his hardness melting away as the cheeks seemed to swell against the grabs, as if it wanted to be groped, meant to be jostled by his manly-

“N-NO! I’m n-haat, n-not, urggh…” Alex wanted to deny it so badly, even with the hardness of his cock and Tristan’s slowly migrating hands moving up to his chest.

Back in the real world Alex was flinging about, his clothes loose over his shrunken form, his body greatly receded, the only thing really tenting the bed sheets the tent in his pants, or well it was. If someone had walked in it would have looked like he was being violated by a ghost, his body reacting to a love that wasn’t there as his hands seemed to try to block something on his chest, and fail. Instead a series of moans, equally resistant, horrified and aroused streamed forth as the swollen nipples on his chest rose, spreading the bedding thing up top as “he” grew increasingly tangled, the blanket folds wrapping tighter and tighter, his own ministrations jostling and pinching his nipples in the cloth. Alex didn’t realize that what he was feeling was the result of his own actions, his dream replacing it all with Tristan’s hands as they tormented him as much as they brought a terrible bliss, his cock beginning to noticeably clench in Tristan’s grip.

The temptation to give in was so incredibly powerful as he lay there unable to fight back, his words stifled from pleased cries leaving Alex feeling weak, impotent and embarrassed. Tristan’s face was over his now, close enough his minty breath was flaring in his nostrils, oddly intoxicating through the fear. Couldn’t he see how scared he was? Why was he doing this? There had to be some way to get him to stop before, before- And then Tristan kissed him, Alex’s contortions leading to him choking on a throw pillow he always used for neck support, his own tongue reciprocating even if he thought Tristan’s mouth felt cottony, his body reacting before the disgust could register. His chestnut hair grew down in waves, his moans now matching the rest of his body as he felt something liquify in his throat, Tristan’s tender kisses swelling his lips, softening his glare, making Alex’s heart feel fluttery and aroused. As hard as he tried to deny it something about Tristan around him felt so right, so natural, his hips beginning to swivel into his jerks as they separated, Alex able to see his feminine reflection in the faint light of Tristan’s eyes. He could almost drown in them there and then, but his identity held strong as he realized what was about to change, what he still had left to lose.

“I love you Alex.” That’s all Tristan said as he began circling the tip of Alex’s cock, the tip already moistened with precum and ready to blow any second. At first he thought his roommate was teasing him, but the longer he circled his tip, the more sensitive it became, the slit at the top puffing as the entrance achingly widened. Alex wasn’t even saying anything at this point, just panting in increasing rhythm as Tristan worked the shifting tip, wiggling his pinky into the growing hole while rubbing the rest of the shaft with his other hand. It was utterly captivating, his repeated exclamations of love only enforcing the pleasure as he slid a finger in, a high pitched wail accompanying the insertion as his fingers dug deeper into Alex, his shaft wobbling before sliding in. Dream Alex wasn’t the only one wailing, his real self nearly waking as he caterwauled something fierce, his sheet stained as his cock was dripping fluids everywhere, not quite cumming as much as leaking as it folded into him.

Tristan was now sliding a second finger in, pistoning his widened cock as more slick fluids poured out, the mushroom tip fully absorbed into his shaft, his cock a near hollow cylinder that darkened to a violent pink as it was shoved deep into a cavern aching to be filled. With one final, “I love you Alex,” Tristan’s tender touch turned violent, shoving the entire cock into Alex’s throbbing pussy, the force driving him over the edge as he shook and screamed, but besides the leakage, he just wasn’t cumming. He could feel his cock in him now, the walls of his pussy pressing tight on his submerged member, slowly dissolving it, massaging it into a proper clit and cervix. It was then he noticed Tristan gripping his ballsack, the last remnants of his old identity still connected to his dick. A terrible premonition hit him, certain something terrible was about to happen, if Tristan just-

“KYAAAAAA~!” He squeezed Alex’s prized family jewels for all of their riches, the dried out husk of his scrotum quickly slurping inwards as he came, his cock giving a last hurrah as it splattered cum out into his inside, finally properly inverted as the last bits of semen dripped from his hardening clit, drenching his womb in it.

It came to him all at once then, that he was being watched, that something was shifting inside still at the watcher’s control.

“T-Tristan?!” Where was he? She was suddenly alone and scared, floating in a void, almost nauseous as she could feel her own sperm wriggling about swimming back down her birth canal, the sensation horrifying and gratifying as she felt something connect, a spasm wracking her loins as hot fluids spurted out, clear and reeking of sex, a strong heat building in her womb that spread to her hips and stomach. Someone was holding her now, Alex turning, hoping to see Tristan to comfort her, tell her everything was alright, screaming as she saw the woman she had yelled at earlier, her face glaring as she bunched her hand into a fist and slid it straight into her pussy, pushing deeper, swelling her stomach as the woman just laughed and laughed and-

“AHHHHHHHHH! *HFFF* *HFFF* Oh thank god it was a… dream?” Alex was back in his room, feeling hot and nauseous, but safe with no supermarket woman visible anywhere. And he almost had calmed down when he had realized his voice matched the one from his nightmare. And looking down it wasn’t just the voice, but the body, his quick jump out shaking his pajama bottoms loose as all he had left on was a shirt that outlined the swell of his breasts and his stomach. Fuck this wasn’t possible this wasn’t- Wait why the fuck was his stomach swollen?!

“Oh fuck no please no god no no noooo!” He half expected to see the lady’s hand reaching out to pierce his stomach like a fucking Xenomorph, but somehow it was even worse when he looked at it, one of those big fucking baby bumps sporting from his body, his back already feeling like shit as he adjusted his posture, only looking more feminine as he looked slackjawed at it, only shaken out of the stupor by a sudden twist, a prenatal foot denting his stomach before fading back into the hump. The first thing Alex did was run to the bathroom and vomit, trembling from the sudden morning sickness and crying. He didn’t want this, fuck, he didn’t deserve this shit! What the fuck had he even said to earn this shit?! Literally nothing could be worse than this fucking bullshit psychopathic magic crap out of a low budget horror movie. He was about to fucking lose it and he needed someone to comfort him and hug him, shit he needed protection so bad right now he needed… Tristan?

Already the dream was fading and why she needed Tristan was baffling, yet a protective warmth filled her at just the thought of him. She- He needed that really bad. He showered again, washing away all the mess he had made and brushed his teeth three times, even gargling, not sure why, but it seemed important before he saw Tristan, not wanting to be more of a pregnant mess than he already was. Ugh why was he even looking at the mirror so much it wasn’t like his messy hair could be styled in a few minutes, not that that mattered. She wasn’t really questioning why he hadn’t reacted to her shocked screeches earlier. He always put on noise cancelling headphones on to drown out her late night videogames and movies. Plus she had watched one too many horror movies on full volume for screaming to really raise the alarm with him anymore. Sure enough when she went to his room he was sleeping like a baby. She could probably slip under the covers and he wouldn’t notice a thing… Th-That was just an example she didn’t actually want to do that. Fuck she was using SHE again! Was this affecting her mind? Oh god that’d really suck.

“Tristan! Tristan? Tristan wake up! Hey wake up! Oh for the love of-” Alex started rocking his shoulders trying to wake sleeping beauty while he grumbled. Now she was nervous. How would he react to her?

“T-Tristan…? Wake up. S-Something happened to me and I’m fucking scared.”
“I’m trying to sleep. Please go away I have to get up early to… huh you don’t sound like Alex.” Tristan opened an eye, rolled it then shut both trying to go back to sleep.

“This is serious just wake up and-” Alex was cut off forcefully by his roomie.

“Look tell Alex if he wants to prank me maybe think up a better prompt. I’m not falling for it. Now go his room’s down-”

“LISTEN TO ME I’M FUCKING ALEX OKAY?!” Tristan paused at that outburst, Alex hoping he was finally believing her until he spoke condescendingly.
“...I liked the mysterious prompt better. Tell him this is lame. Who the fuck are you anyways?”
“ALEX! YOU’RE ROOMMATE! WE’VE LIVED IN THIS APARTMENT FOR YEARS!” Alex tried her best to convince him, but Tristan was having none of it, trying to bury his head deeper into his pillows to escape her. This wasn’t good, she needed him! T-To help her in a totally non sexy way.

“Dude look at my face, I think I still have the scar.” Tristan was clearly annoyed when he responded, “You only think?! Come on if you’re going to wake me up in the middle of the night you should know the fucking basics.”

“I was too distracted by the fucking tits and my missing fucking dick! I don’t know what’s happened and I’m trying to get h-help you ass-*sniff*-hole!” Great now she was crying. Alex tried to choke back her tears, but they were slowing freely, probably cause her entire body was a hormonal mess, but even so she didn’t want to be seen like this.

“Don’t look at me I’m all fucked up man. I-I just need help I don’t know what to do and nothing makes any fucking sense!” That seemed to get him out of his pillow. Tristan was feeling less sure by the second, feeling like an asshole when she started crying and the closer he stared, the more details popped out that unnerved him. She had the same chin, eye color, the scar from the accident, hell everything about her screamed Alex once he got past how impossible that was and he felt shaken up, also kind of guilty for ignoring her. Him? Right now that didn’t matter. He had a friend in need and like he always did when Alex was freaking out, he had to take control of the situation and get him back on track.

“Alex what happened?” The measured, confident tone in his voice stirred something in Alex as she blushed. Surely these were also the hormones, it wasn’t like she had any interest in her roommate it was just her body reacting to Tristan’s half naked body. Though when did he get so buff? That healthy living crap must have- Wh-What the hell was she thinking?!

“W-Well I think I had a n-nightmare a-and I was turning into a g-girl and when I woke up…” Rather than talk, Alex just pointed at her obviously female body. Not really buying it, Tristan hesitantly replied, “Okay listen I’m trying to wrap my head around this, but I mean you’re saying it was a dream and I’m still half convinced Alex is outside this door laughing at-”
“You became a health nut after third grade when half your teeth started rotting cause you lied about brushing them to your mom and you couldn’t eat anything solid for four months after they got taken out by the dentist. You sounded ridiculous and made me promise to never bring it up again.” Tristan knew Alex would never bring that up with a stranger and now that he thought about it, Alex was far too lazy and exhausted to try something this complex.

Alex picked up on the silence, seeing acceptance finally plastered on her roomie’s face, the sudden rush of lust freaking her out as she screamed past it.

“There! Now do you believe me?! Cause I haven’t even gotten to the WORST FUCKING PART!”

This was all going too fast for Tristan.

“Okay what could be worse than uh… well this?”

She heaved hysterically as she said the next part, “I’VE GOT- I-I’M-” Alex was too overcome with emotions to say anything, so she just lifted her shirt, revealing her new sex, but more prominantly her clearly pregnant stomach. Unsure of how to even react to the gender change, her pregnancy was like another ten layers of absurdity, Tristan reaching out a hand to check it as if convincing himself it was real. Both startled when they felt the kick, Tristan instinctively hugging Alex to calm her as her sobs tampered down to wheezes, both of them slowly sitting back down on his bed.

“Well uh, what are you going to do?” He tried to calm her down, but he was pretty freaked out himself, still coming to terms with her pregnancy.

“I don’t know! I’m scared and I-I just don’t even know what to do!” Alex cried as she wiped more tears out of her face. Tristan sat up and did the only thing he could think of at that moment. He pulled the woman close to him into a hug and gently wrapped his arms around her. Alex let herself be pulled into the hug and buried her face into his shoulder. She continued to cry into his left shoulder as he tried his best to comfort her. After a few minutes of this, Alex was able to calm down enough that she pulled herself away from him, yet the discomfort returned away from Tristan, Alex blushing hard as she realized how much she wanted to stay close to Tristan. She just needed someone to be close to, it wasn’t for any other reason, though she still felt a bit embarrassed about even asking her next question.

“C-Can I sleep with you? I don’t want to be alone…” Alex sniffled as she wiped her nose with her sleeve.

“Uh… sure.” Tristan replied as he helped her move so she could slide underneath the covers. “Let’s just get some sleep and tomorrow morning we can try and figure this out.” He tried to still his heart, realizing he was about to basically sleep next to the hot girl his friend had become, but before he could rethink things she was with him, thanking him.

“Thanks, Tris, you’re a true friend.”
“Just a friend.” He didn’t know why he added that last part, yet it felt necessary, something about the way Alex was looking at him, her breathing, her pantiless crotch. Shit he should have told her to put bottoms on, but it was too late, Alex crawling in next to him, a hand wrapping around his forearm.

“J-Just a friend? I mean of course lol.” She tried to laugh it off, but it fell flat. Alex felt strange, her heart thumping like it was fit to burst in her chest, heat bellowing from between her crotch as she moved closer to Tristan. Of course he was just a friend, so why did she feel disappointed? The more she thought of him the hotter her snatch felt, legs clamping as she wriggled closer, almost on top of her uncomfortable roommate. Sure he was just a friend, a kind, caring friend who always looked out for her, thought of her, protected her…

“Ohh~!” This was all new to her, heat escaping from between her legs in the form of liquid desire, her moans and a strong smell of sex filling the room. Alex was mortified.

“Th-That was nothing just- wait what’s that?” Now Tristan was the mortified one, his cock clearly erect, hands trying to hide it once she looked down. There was something hypnoticing about its swell to Alex, her legs spreading as more juices pooled under the covers, her vulva throbbing with want.

“Sh-Shit I’m sorry Alex it’s just- Wh-What the hell are you doing?!” Looking down, her feet were half cuddling with his, her hands clearly halfway towards his cock.

“I-I was just trying to point out that you’re totally hard for me dude! The hell’s wrong with you?!”

“I’m not the one rubbing against their roommate!” Tristan seemed more confused than annoyed, Alex realizing her legs were now rubbing against his, the hair on them tickling her in ways that made the heat between her legs flare up. God she just wanted to… d-do nothing! Nothing at all!

“Sh-Shit I don’t know what’s going on this body’s fucking weird okay?” Alex mumbled as he tried to unhook his legs, the resultant cuddling and shifts just tangling them up further around Tristan’s, her body rolling accidentally on top of his, her stiff nipples rubbing against his muscular chest, making her moan lustfully. Completely embarrassed now, she tried to defend it somehow, but Tristan interrupted her.
“Stop teasing me like this! I mean if you wanted to take things to the next level all you had to do was ask. Wait no that’s not-” They were both blushing, pants of agitation as Alex tried to ignore what her roommate had just accidentally implied, denying just why her heart was racing so goddamn much.

“It’s these stupid sheets! I just need something solid to get a grip on and I’m leaving to my own room.” Without thinking she firmly shove a hand down, Tristan groaning as she confusedly wondered when there had been a support pole in the middle of the bed, feeling something smooth and throbbing, her consciousness dozing a bit as she just found it nice to have in her palm, feeling up the contours and letting it throb and heat up in her hands as she repeatedly let its shape rub up and down her-
“Huh?” What was she doing? Looking down her fingers were now wrapped around his cock, the nails just barely scraping the meat of her palm, almost as if the cock was a perfect fit for it. It felt perfect, her palms sweating, forming a lubricant as her hand slowly pumped up and down, Tristan’s pleased moans spurring her on. She knew this was wrong, but the ache in her pussy was insistent, and something about it all felt horribly, horribly right. But it wasn’t like she couldn’t stop right? RIGHT?! Alex was feeling some type of haze descend upon her control and every time she stopped, that heat in her pussy would fire off, lowering her inhibitions once more as she found she really didn't have any control.

“I-I can’t stop Tristan! M-My body… I-I want you!” They were both panting now, Alex throwing the bedsheet aside so she could wrap her legs around him properly this time, nearly gasping as she straddled up, her pussy rubbing against the back of her hand as she continued to jerk her roommate off.

“A-Ahh-Alex! S-Stop this isn’t y-hooo!” They were weak protests, Tristan’s erect cock feeling perfect in her hands, driven wild by her cutesy moans, that sexy face, her dripping pussy. It was taking all of his resolve to not take her then and there, his body screaming at him to fuck her. Alex tried to get her hand off Tristan’s cock, but the way her man moaned sent every horny cell in her body wanting more, needing him in her despite how much the thought of it disgusted her. Yet the longer his defenses weakened, why did it matter what he thought it might be like? Would their kid be that picky when they tried something new? And god did her pussy need it, a torrent of juices sending her forward as her mouth locked with his, trying to drink in more of his musk. In Alex’s earnestness her grip slid, Tristan’s cock flopping out aiming down, his tip scraping the lips of her moist snatch, both groaning as they thrust in at the same time, Tristan throwing his hips up while Alex impaled herself on his cock.

The sex was superb, neither virgins yet it felt like this was mindblowing, world bending, in fact the world was bending, their apartment area breaking free of Euclidean geometry as various side rooms began sprouting from their dislodged two bedroom, some on the sides, others above and below, not that they could notice as their thrusting escalating, despite neither of them fully okay with fucking their roommate.

“MMPPH! AHH! ALEX! THIS-NNGH IS! WRONG!”

“OH! OHHH~! C-CAN’T STOP! F-HEELS RIGHT!” The more Tristan fucked her brains out, the more… well for once that phrase was literal, his past now a mishmash of things, memories of being a man fading, friendships becoming romantic and Tristan’s already large presence in his life turning intimately entwined. It wasn’t just Alex affected by the sex magic, Tristan’s cock thrusting into a maelstrom. There was a subtly sweet smell filling the room, clearing away Tristan’s resistant thoughts as their cheap sheets increased in thread count. Alexis’s pussy was milking him for what it could get, sucking away his resistance, his memories, making it so all he could focus on was how good she felt.

Their thrusting shook Alexis’s stomach as it furthered along in maternity, rubbing against Tristan’s body whether he was diving in or pulling out, as if to remind of its presence. That was his rooma- girlfriend’s random pregnancy right?
“OHH TRISTAN! DEEPER! FUCK ME HARDER! GIVE ME TWINS!” What the fuck was wrong with him? How the hell could he call his girl- wife’s pregnancy random?! They were so blessed to have done it so soon after their wedding, both their parents warning them it’d take time, but all it took was an incredibly jam packed month before Alexis began feeling morning sickness. This would be one of the last nights they could really go at it before all of their books on prenatal care warned against it. He had to give the woman he loved a night worth remembering while they toned things back, Tristan carefully laying Alexis on her back before stirruping both her legs with his arms, both screaming blissfully as he pounded away at her.

They could scream as loud as they wanted, they didn’t have neighbors, Tristan’s paralegal job accelerating to partner, five years passing as hallways became driveways and their pitiful balconies expanded to a large backyard. Everything was going so fast, their fucking, the changes, bachelor’s pad maturing to a family home, their game systems, well actually they both still enjoyed gaming, but the screens hooked up were significantly larger and stacked with sound systems underneath. It was only once the changes stopped that they could cum, both screaming in married bliss as their cum stained the sheets, Tristan cuddling Alexis with his cock still in her until it softened enough to fall out naturally.

“Won’t have too many nights like that in the future... sadly.” Alexis patted her stomach, Tristan joining her hand as they rubbed her belly, giggling together when they felt a kick.

“I’d give it a week tops once we come home from the hospital till we’re back at it. Lets just hook the baby monitor up to the sound system so we’ll hear if anything happens.”
“But Tristan what if he hears us?!” She rolled to her side in a huff, his embrace rolling with her as he playfully nibbled on her neck.

“It’s a baby Lexi, he’s not going to remember a thing, and even if he did, the only thing worse than hearing your parents having sex is never hearing your parents having sex. Don’t worry babe, now lets go to sleep. I think we’re both exhausted after that.” It was true, though Alexis felt like this was the second time she was drifting off. Strangely her mind returned to the supermarket where she had gotten a few groceries and some cute toys for their baby boy. Some little shit at the register had harassed this poor woman, insisting she had more than ten items and making fun of her appearance. Alexis felt bad for not speaking up, though she couldn’t quite place where she was in the memory, just certain that when they raised their child, he wouldn’t grow up to be such a brat.