"Please!" he managed to get it out somehow between a moan and a whimper. She looked deep into his eye as she reached the top and then put the head into her mouth. Wile sucking it with her mouth, making circular motions with her head and licking the top with her tongue she also used her hands stroking his shaft. He tried to hold on and she found herself sitting up.
For a moment not knowing what was happening and where she was, Maddison's left hand searched and found the switch of the lamp on her bedside table. In the low light she recognised the familiar surroundings of her room and calmed down. She took out her right hand from under her pyjama pants. Somehow it found it's way there. In the low light it glinted from the wetness caused by her juices. Well at least I know why it was raining in my dream.
She stood up, taking care not to touch anything with her right as she made her way to the bathroom, pondering on the implications of her dream. She just dreamt about having sex with a woman, as a man mind you, but still. Does this made her a lesbian? No she thought to herself I'm a normal high school girl, who is cute, who is popular and has lots and lots of friends. Well not strictly normal. Going out at night as a male superhero was not normal, but since I have superpowers it is the responsible thing to do. And the male part is just to conceal my identity. After all who would think that cutesy little Madison Clements is the tall and muscular Browbeat?
Temporarily reassured of her sexuality, she entered the bathroom, locking the door and switching the light on (with her left hand). She made her way to the sink, trying to get rid of the images of her dream from her mind, looking at her reflection as she washed her hands. She shouldn't be dreaming about women, she should be fantasizing about muscles and abs and... and... what did women find attractive about men? Maybe she needed some visual aid. Luckily her power was able to provide that. With her biokinesis she was able to take up multiple forms, and could recall and visualize them in her mind. She brought forth the image but suppressed the change so she had the muscular form of Browbeat clearly in the forefront of her mind.
Okay, what do I want? What do I find attractive? She tried to focus on those questions. Browbeat had two forms, one which she used to fight, large and overly muscular, maybe even bit too much, and one to run and jump around the rooftops, with a body of a runner, instead of a body-builder. She looked over the later body, since it was the more realistic. Reaching her alterego's genitals in thought, she winced at the memory of how hard it was to get it right, how she at first made it too big to move around with, luckily a bit of research helped her find a more realistic size. However it also gave her an idea. Fantasizing about cocks would make it clear that she was straight, after all neither did lesbians, nor did their partners had penises. Not that she knew what did lesbians do, and she was not a bit curious about it. None at all.
The image of a large cock firmly in her mind, she imagined it being stroked, growing larger as it got more and more attention from some imaginary woman. She imagined her as a busty blonde, giving a blowjob... no a titjob to it. As images of her squeezing her boobs together to better stroke the penis in her mind came forefront of her mind, she lost her concentration and felt herself starting to shift forms. Panic quickly drove the fantasies out, but the damage was done. Feeling a strange sensation from between her legs she pulled her pyjama pants down, and found herself face to face with an erect penis. She quickly checked herself in the mirror and found her face looking back at her, mouth slightly agape from the surprise.
She changed herself into a shemale, or she thought it was called, she didn't actively looked for it, she just stumbled upon it when looking for porn, out of curiosity of course. She looked at the erect penis in her hand and her mind started to wonder about how it would feel to have an orgasm as a man. She was still a virgin, but she masturbated before. However all the time she turned into Browbeat she never thought about trying it, but now, holding her erection (and what a strange thought that was) and sexually frustrated by her dream it was a hard thought to resist. Lust and curiosity won over the strangeness of the situation. She started to slowly stroke the new appendage, savouring sensations she never experienced before. The rhythm of the stroking slowly increased as memories of her dream resurfaced. She imagined the girl moving her hips, her pussy going up and down her (his?) penis. Madison imagined the girls boobs swaying up and down with her movements. Her other hand not stroking her cock found its way to her nipples, and started rubbing the left one. She imagined the girl sucking on them as she completely forgot her worries about her sexuality for the moment and gave herself to her fantasies. It didn't take much time for her to orgasm, a pulsing sensation went through her cock, then it started pumping out cum. The orgasm was very different from what she experienced before, but not weaker or less enjoyable. The first two landed on the bathroom floor before she could react. Her limbs felt like jelly, but she managed to put her hand on the tip to stop the cum landing on the floor. However it didn't last long as the sticky goo started leaking form between her fingers. The delicate girly hands on the massive erect cock presented a surreal image, but not more than her mirror, which shoved the cute and innocent Madison Clements with cum leaking from her cock.
Madison however strange the situation seemed, didn't feel disturbed or weirded out, she felt content, relived and above all satisfied. Maybe a little bit ashamed when she looked at the cum on the floor. I definitely need to clean that up she thought, just as the door to the bathroom rattled violently.
"OW!" for a moment panic gripped Madison, but soon she remembered that she locked the bathroom door.
"Who's there?" the loud voice of her sister, shook her out of her inactivity and she franticly started to clean up the floor with toilet paper, while desperately trying to concentrate to making her dick disappear.
"A moment." She called out, trying to stall.
"Sis, is that you? You better not be fingering yourself!" she could hear her grin as she said that. While saying her sister was a not a morning person before her coffee was a gross understatement, hitting the bathroom door head on probably woke her up enough to start her hobby of being as annoying as humanly possible.
"Mara!" she called out in outrage, frightened by how close she was to the truth.
"Or, oh, you better not be sick because you're pregnant." she continued.
"Shut up Mara!" said Madison, all to aware that snapping like that only made her sister grin more.
Reality Shifting
(Автор: JackKent)
Reality!Shifter Taylor:
So, the idea here is that Taylor ostensibly had the ability to transform her appearance. Basic shapeshifter powerset; no power copying, just morphing. She figures it out in the hospital, tools around a bit, gets dizzy, stops. When she gets home, and finally has some alone time, Taylor goes into the bathroom and — with just a tiny pinch of self-hatred — gives herself a boob job. Just to see how it looks (amazing) and feels (hurts her back). Then, still transformed, she goes back to her room to get dressed...
...and all her bras fit her racktastic transformation. All her other clothes do, too. No more skinny boy t-shirts for her. Weirder still, her older clothes from junior high fit a girl with smaller boobs... but still, one with more boobs than Taylor ever had at any age.
With a flash of insight, Taylor adjusts her waistline, giving herself hips and a nicer butt. Her vision swims — when she can refocus, her closet has miraculously changed. New clothes. All of them fit. Because Taylor, you see, isn't just a body Shifter. She's a reality-Shifter. If she gives herself boobs, she has always had those boobs. She grew into them, over time, like a normal girl going through puberty. Her wardrobe changes. Her handwritten records about bullying reflect new incidents where Emma's friends call Taylor a slut for having cow titties. Sometimes boys have (apparently) groped her in the hallway.
Now Taylor can, with experimentation, not just make her life better but her past retroactively better as well.
But how far can Taylor Hebert change herself, change history, before she doesn't recognize the girl in the mirror?
Immaculate
(Автор: Angush)
Smack!
"Ow!"
"You need to stop freaking out," a girl said.
I spun to face my attacker. "Li — What — " I stopped and gave her my best glare. "I'm not freaking out."
"Oh, really? Okay. So your room always looks like this?"
I looked around, glancing over the clothes and books strewn about my bedroom floor.
"I didn't think so."
"Okay," I said. "I may have gone a little overboard. Not the same as freaking out."
"Taylor," Lisa started, tilting her head at me, one eyebrow raised. "I was standing in your doorway for a good minute before you noticed me, and — "
"You could've let me know you were there earlier. Y'know, some other way."
"I did jumping jacks and yodelled."
"You... you didn't actually, right?"
"No. But you wouldn't have noticed if I had."
I grumbled something unintelligible at her. "So you decided — "
"My power did."
"Your power told you to smack me on the ass?"
She shrugged.
"And that was, what, the most efficient way to get my attention?"
"Yeah. Well, no, but it was the most fun one."
"You — "
"Anyway! The point is — " she put her fists on her hips " — I heard what you were saying to yourself, and you were definitely freaking out. It's only Friday! Semester doesn't start for three days yet."
I held my glare for a few more moments, then sighed. "The entrance ceremony is tomorrow, though. Three o'clock." I sat down and grimaced as my backside twinged. "Did you have to do it so hard?"
"Nope." She popped the `p' and grinned her usual grin. "Just felt like it."
"Right," I sighed again. I closed my eyes and leaned back until my head was against the wall.
I lounged there for a minute or two, Lisa allowing the silence.
"It won't be anything like Winslow, you know," she finally said, her voice somber.
"I know. I just — "
"Yeah, I get it. Bad experiences."
I chuckled.
"But Immaculata will be different. I can guarantee that."
"Really?" I sat up and looked at her. "How?"
She grinned again, then pulled a folder out of her bag, sat down next to me, and opened it on her knees.
I shuffled closer and leaned in. "Wha — " Is that...? No. No way. "You — "
"Yup." Her grin was almost splitting her face now. "I'll be transferring in with you."
"You — Why?"
"Because you're my friend. Duh."
"But you... you've got your GED already, don't you?"
She waved her hand dismissively. "Easy enough to get rid of it. I cheated anyway."
"But — I can't make you — "
"Taylor!" Lisa said, her expression turned serious, her hands gripping the sides of my head. "Stop. You're my closest friend, okay? I cheated my way out of school in the first place because there was no reason for me to be there, not because I hated it — not exactly. I just had more important things to do. But that's different now, okay? You're my most important thing. You're my reason. And what that means, is that I'm going to go to school with you, because I want to go to school with you."
I stared into her green eyes. She stared back.
I felt myself gulp. I didn't know what to say. I half felt like crying, and my damned heart wouldn't stop pounding in my throat.
"We clear?"
I nodded.
Lisa grinned again. "Great!" she said, jumping to her feet. "Now..." She snapped the folder shut and put it back in her bag, then grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. "I still think you need to cut loose."
"Cut loose?"
"Yup. Y'know, relax. Have some fun. I can tell you're still worrying. Maybe... oh! Maybe we ought to wash your sorrows away." The last part she said in a sing-song voice.
"Wha — You mean, like, alcohol?"
"Yup."
"Like a bar? That doesn't seem very saf — "
"Ah, we can just go somewhere private. Doesn't have to be a bar. So?"
She looked at me expectantly.
"Err... so what?"
"Do you want to give it a try? I'm not going to make you do anything you don't want to do."
I looked at her. It was happening again. I didn't know what to say, and there was an inexplicable lump in my throat.
Lisa just stood there, holding my hand in hers and smiling gently, her green eyes twinkling. I knew she wasn't lying. She'd never make me do something I truly didn't want to do. And she was patient. Clearly. She had to be, dealing with me.
I swallowed. "Okay. Let's go."
Lisa laughed and squeezed me in a brief hug, then dragged me out of the room.
* * *
Armed with pepper spray and batons in case of emergency, our first stop of the night was a bottle shop on the boardwalk. Lisa led me in with a confident swagger to her step and a grin to match, talked with the cashier guy for a minute, then grabbed a bottle of vodka from the top shelf.
She slipped the guy an extra twenty when we checked out. He smiled and wished us a good night, and we went hunting for a good spot. My bugs combed the area, both for somewhere private and for any miscreants looking to ruin our fun. Lisa hooked her arm with mine, her other arm swinging in time with the little tune she hummed as we walked.
We eventually stopped at an abandoned factory by the boardwalk and climbed the fire escape to the roof. My bugs told me the only active people nearby were a few hobos sharing drinks in an alley the next street over. Weird parallel. Lisa climbed onto one of those air conditioner blocks, whatever they are, and pulled me up to join her. We sat facing west, the last dredges of sunset mingling with the clouds over the bay.
She popped the cap off the vodka and took a whiff of it, scrunching her nose. "Smells strong." She raised an eyebrow at me and grinned. "You wanna go first, or me?"
I took a deep breath, took the bottle from her hands, and brought it to my lips.
* * *
"It's not that funny," I said, shooting a glare at Lisa, which only made her laugh harder. I put the bottle down on the AC unit to pull my hoodie off, soaked the way it was, and let it drop to the ground. Apparently guzzling vodka on your first try isn't the best idea.
Lisa's laughter faded to periodic giggles, and she splayed out on her back with a sigh.
