I cheated on my girlfriend so she made me screw a hundred guys. (Exclusive april 2023))

So that’s me in the photo, bouncing up and down on man number ninety-seven. I wasn’t always like this, I actually used to be a guy. I was a typical gym bro, I was super fit, devilishly handsome and I had a decent sized cock.

I’ll admit all those things boosted my ego, I thought I could have anything and anyone whenever I wanted. The biggest problem was my girlfriend Jamie, we’d been dating for a couple years now. I’ll admit she’s super hot, but lately she hasn’t been enough for me.

I tried to resist at first, but eventually my lust led me to cheating. As soon as I started I couldn’t stop. For the next two months I slept with girl after girl. Eventually I started getting sloppy about hiding it, which of course led to Jamie getting suspicious.

She had set a trap for me, she snuck onto my phone and found the app I used for hookups. She found out where I was going for my next fling. She pretended to be stuck at work and instead waited in secret at the hotel I used.

She waited until I rented the room and secretly followed me up to the room. She waited until the girl showed up and gave us a few minutes to start getting it on. She waited until it became clear by our moans to barge in.

She immediately started yelling and throwing things at me. The girl I was with quickly got dressed and ran out of the room and probably the hotel entirely. Jamie locked the door behind her and came and sat on the bed.

She stared at me angrily, not saying anything for a good few minutes. I just stared back, until she told me that she was done, we were breaking up. That was fine with me, that was until she stood up and told me I would regret this.

I’m not sure what she means by that, I guess she could tell people but that’s also not a big deal to me. She left the room, leaving me there. Having already paid for the night I decided to just sleep and head to the gym in the morning.

I woke up the next morning still in the nude and walked into the bathroom to piss. I walked over to the toilet and lifted the lid. I went to grab my dick to aim, but nothing was there. Still groggy from waking up I rub my hand across my crotch, only to be met with a new sensation shooting through my body.

My crotch was now flat and smooth with an all too familiar hole. I turned around and looked into the mirror confirming what I felt. My dick had been replaced by a woman's vagina, and as far as I could tell it fully worked.

I fell to the ground freaking out, until my phone started ringing. I ran out of the bathroom and found my pants that were kicked to the foot of the bed. I pulled my phone out, it was Jamie, did she somehow do this?

I answered the phone and before I could say anything she began talking. “I’m guessing you noticed the little surprise I left you, I told you that you’d regret this.” I tried to tell her that I was sorry, that I’d do anything if she’d change me back.

“Well, there's only one way to turn back, you’ll have to sleep with one hundred men.” I asked her if she was joking. There was no way I was going to sleep with that many men. “Well I guess you’ll just stay like that then.”

I cursed her out and hung up the phone. Luckily the rest of my body was still normal so I got dressed and  went back home. For the next week I got semi used to my new part, doing my best not to think about it.

During that time though, I had this sensation building up in that area, so I broke down and looked up how women masturbate. That night I had my first orgasim with a vagina and as good as it was I still wanted to turn back.

Afterwards I called Jamie again and asked if this was the only real way to turn back. “Yup, that’s the only way to turn back, oh and I should mention you only have a year to do it. After a year it’ll be permanent.”

“There’s a few more surprises for you, but I’ll let you figure it all out. Now this is all your problem, don’t call me again.” She hung up and blocked my number. So the clock began, I had to sleep with one hundred men.

The first month I didn’t get a single guy. I still looked like a guy, so only gay men would message me, and they would quickly leave when they saw my vagina. There was only one way to fix that problem. I made a new account and pretended to be a tomboy.

As much as I hated it I put on a pair of my ex’s underwear and took some pictures for my profile.

Not long afterwards I started getting messages and thus my sex spree began. Over the next month I slept with eleven men.

I was completely embarrassed everytime, but it felt so good. Things slowed down after the first month. I guess I wasn’t feminine enough, so I started to learn how to be more feminine to attract more men.

I learned how to style my hair and apply makeup, luckily I wasn’t spending any time at the gym anymore, so I was starting to slim down. All of these combined helped me get back to increasing my body count.

When I reached number twenty-five I finally noticed Jamie's surprise. I had a small pair of tits growing on my chest. I was also smaller and my hips seemed to get bigger. My best guess is the changes have been slow and increase with each man I sleep with.

Jamie probably made it so each man I sleep with changes me, so that way depending on if I don't make it, I’ll be stuck with a different type of body. Jokes on her, this will just help me get more guys.

By month seven, I had slept with fifty-six different guys. By now I had C-cup sized breasts, my waist had shrunk in and I was now five-foot four. As much as I hated the changes I kept on going, making new profiles and buying new clothes for my ever changing body.

By the time I hit last month I was at number eight-nine. My old body was completely gone, replaced by a sexy five-foot two woman, with long soft black hair, wide hips, a super thin waist, a nice fatty ass and of course, D-cups breasts that bounced with every movement I made.

I only had eleven guys to go, I was so close. After a whole year living as a girl and getting screwed by so many men, I would soon go back to my old male form. No more periods, no more bras and panties, no more flings and no more getting my brains fucked out.

After number ninety my body stopped changing, I didn’t know it at the time but the changes went from physical to mental. Ninety-one made me act more girly. Ninety-two made me super horny all the time. Ninety-three made me more submissive.

Ninety-four started making me bubbly. Ninety-five lowered my intelligence by quite a bit, this one made things much harder, but I wouldn’t be beaten. Ninety-six made me become forgetful, at least I think it did.

Now onto ninety-seven, the one from this photo. This was one of the best ones, we went for hours, I don’t remember how many times I orgasmed. It was when he finished that I received a mental change.

Until this point all the sex I’ve had was vanilla, but now I had all kinds of kinky cravings popping up. Some of them were super gross and I never would have done them before. Number ninety-seven who had ejaculated on himself when pulling out told me to lick him clean.

I looked down towards his dick, which was covered in liquids from both of us. My mind instantly shot away any thought that told me this was wrong. I leaned over and for the first time in ninety-seven encounters, I stuck a dick in my mouth.

I did exactly what he wanted, I like him clean. When I was done I sat at the end of the bed. I had cum dripping from my mouth and other juices from my crotch. I convinced myself everything was okay, afterall I only had one week and three guys left.

Thanks to my new kinky side I decided to get the last three over with all at the same time. I got three guys to all agree to take me at the same time. At this point the thought of being fucked by three guys at once was enough to make me wet.

The only problem was the only day they were all available was the last day of my punishment. I’d have to get them off quickly so I could turn back. In hindsight I could have just slept with all three men on the other days, but with my lowered intelligence it didn’t occur to me.

So the day came and the men showed up to my house, I took them to my bedroom and we all got undressed. I sat nude on the bed preparing for my first time taking multiple guys, getting anal and sucking a hard dick.

The men discussed among themselves about who was getting what hole. The first man laid on the bed and I got on top of him. He slid his penis into my vagina and started thrusting. The second man came up behind me and did the same, sliding it into my butt.

The pleasure was already incredible, I started moaning loudly when the third guy walked up and you guessed it, he stuck it in my mouth. I almost started choking but I quickly adjusted. At this point I wasn’t able to focus on anything but the sex and forgot that I was trying to make it quick.

The three men pounded me with pleasure until I passed out. I woke up the next morning feeling sore as hell. I did my standard morning routine, I walked to the bathroom and cleaned myself out.

As I was cleaning myself out I got a call, it was from an unknown number. Probably a guy calling me to say he forgot something. I answered it to hear a familiar voice, it was my ex Jamie. “So it’s been one whole year, did you make it to one hundred?”

That’s when everything hit me, my time was over and I had indeed slept with one hundred men. I started crying and telling her that. “Wow you really almost slept with a hundred men? I never thought you would do it.”

“If you did sleep with a hundred men you would have turned back the next day. So chances are one or more didn’t count.” That’s when it hit me, technically I gave one of the men a blowjob, that must be the one that didn’t count.

“Well I just called to see the results, I’d love to see how you look now. When you settle down send me a pic girl!” She then hung up. I looked into the mirror, a whole year wasted. What was the point?

I’m now stuck in this body, with all its mental changes. I want to be angry and I want to be sad about it, but all I can think about is how to one up last night's events. I suppose I should just accept my new life.