Frenemies (Patreon)

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Jake and Victor were not friends, they were business partners who ended up being bitter enemies after some disputes. However, their crime businesses were symbiotic, as each needed the other to survive. So they agreed on a way to deal peacefully with their differences - Jake would never get into Victor's business again and same goes for Victor. But of course, each of them understood inside that as soon as the chance came, then things would be different and there would be a new fight to the death between them.

Victor had been planning to have this done for a while - he had plenty of ideas about what it would take to make Jake disappear, and now he had the perfect chance. He decided to do the plan with his brother - so that Jake could disappear forever and Victor would be the head of the business.

Jake woke up feeling better than he had in a long time. That morning he naively believed that it was just because his new diet worked, but at this time suddenly he felt something wrong... Something was moving inside his crotch! He opened eyes immediately and saw another man looking down on him from above with wide smile. Only now Jake realized that his legs was spread really widely and some weight on his chest swayed with rhythm.

"Wh-what?!" cried Jake with high-pitched voice that didn't belong to him. This guy definitely fuck his like... "OHHH my!!! GAWWD...." he screamed when looked down and instead his male body found enormous boobs moving in tempo as another man fucking his wide opened woman pussy. His heart beating faster and blood running to his cheeks in embarrassment. In seconds he felt that man shooting lots of warm juice into pussy.

"Hell yeahh," moaned this man collapsing on Jake body with heavy breathes and hugged. He kept murmuring "Oh God, baby, you are best!" and started kissing Jake's breasts. "Stop it! What the f-" cried Jake pushing him out and sat, looking down at his huge naked breasts which hanging down with heavy weight. His hands touch these unfamiliar appendages on her torso just and knew how crazy it is... those boobs seem too real and natural.

"What is happening! Sh-this cant be...real," gasped Jake with shocked stare towards the other man and women who now fucking beside him. This small place seems like some kind of motel or cheap hotel room and filled with moans and groans of people fucking each other.

"Jesse? What's going on?" asked man in low, masculine voice, still panting. He was lying next to him on the bed and looking at him with confused look. "Are you alright? You're acting strange."

"Jesse?" whispered Jake, realizing that's the name of woman whose body he had right now. The man reached his hand out and placed it on his head, ruffling his hair. "You okay, baby? You need anything?"

Jake's body was still tingling from the sex and his mind reeling from the sudden transformation. "I'm not Jesse! My name is Jak-Jesse! No, no, I'm Jesse! Wait, no! My name is Jesse! Wait, what the fuck!"

"Hey, calm down, baby," said the man, sitting up and wrapping his arm around Jesse. "Just take your earned money and go home, alright? I'm not interested in talking to a hooker right now..."

Jesse tried to speak, tried to ask the questions that had swarmed around his head the moment the words had been spoken to him, but his voice failed. He looked around the room and spotted the mirror above the television. Standing up and walking towards the mirror, he reached up a hand and traced the reflection, studying the contours of her body. She stared into the wide eyes of a twenty-four-year-old girl with short, bleached-blonde hair and thick, full lips. Her tits seemed enormous, her hips were wide, and her face was covered with heavy makeup. She repeated all his movements after him and they matched perfectly. It was his reflection.

"This isn't possible..." he muttered softly.

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"Anything's possible, baby!" laughed man from the bed and added: "Just take your clothes and fuckin' go away..." said man tired and threw clothes on Jake. Jake was still in shock and looked down at this clothes on floor. It's look like a piece of some kind of fabric, apparently a skirt, and a leather jacket, just as small, but larger than this strange skirt. "Take this damn stuff and get out, slut..." ordered the man and turned to his side. Jake picked up the outfit from the floor slowly, feeling how big and round breasts moving freely uncomfortable and started dressing himself in these weird clothes, trying to hide this beautiful big boobs under short black leather jacket. "I must go somewhere to figure out what happen!" thought Jake and hurried to door, ignoring strange feelings in his wide womanly hips and enormous breast.

He didn't know where he was now, so first needed find someone who can answer his question. Walking outside he noticed some drunk girls who returning back their place and running down to catch up them.

"Hello, could you help me?" asked Jake, "Please I just have question!"

"Oh my Gawd!" one girl turned around with surprised expression. "I told you, bishes! Jesse, babe, why are you acting so stupid? Who are you trying to fool? Did you lose your memories, honey?" asked one of the women, walking over to Jesse and looking at him with concern in her eyes.

"J-Jesse..." sighed Jake, looking down. "I-I don't think I am...can you tell where are we now?"

"Well duh, silly. It's a brothel," the other girl laughed, "Are you sure you're feeling alright, hun? Maybe you should go back inside and rest..."

"I need a phone." requested Jake. "Can I use your phone? I will pay for the call."

"Okay," sighed one of the girls, handing her his cellphone. "Don't waste the minutes, bitch. It's already expensive enough..."

With long nails, he tried to dial his friend's phone, hoping desperately that he'd picked up.

"Hello?" Jake could hear a familiar voice on the other end. "Who is this?"

"Ohhh, oh God!" moaned Jake, "Finally, Dario, its me, Jesse!"

"Jesse...?" gasped Dario confused, and then added: "Whoa, this ain't Jesse... This gotta be a fucking prank."

"It's not a prank, asshole," Jake spat into the phone, his voice now trembling with rage. "I'm can't say for some reason my real name, but I am fucking serious, motherfucker."

"Who's this then, Jesse?" asked Dario, now sounding angry. "Who the fuck are you?"

"Fuck! I said Jesse! But this is my name, okay? You have to help me, I feel crazy, I'm fucking woman!" shouted Jake at the phone and Dario stayed in shock for a second. Jake decided to tell who he is so that Dario understands everything. "I'm Jesse - cheap whore in small town who love jerking cocks! I love s****g cock and eating cum! And... " Jake stopped suddenly realizing his own words. "Oh my God! No, I do not have..."

"Jesse? Hey, bitch, don't calling me fucking jokes!" shouted back Dario and hung up.

Jake stood like stunned, holding phone and processing what he have said to his own friend and was left with shock from such crude confession about who he is. "Am I like that too...? No no, it just the effect of transformation...right?" thought Jake and returned the phone, thanking them.

"Hey! Jesse, honey!" shouted one of the girls who heard what Jesse/Jake talking in phone talk and decided to comment on it. "That was hilarious, babe! Just listenin' you talk and you're not just some cheap hoe! You are a good prostitute with very nice cock s****g skills!" she said proudly with drunken face and kept giggling like crazy with her friend. "I saw how you are serving that old fat man yesterday and damn, girl, he looked more satisfied than normal for some old balding perv..."