Brandon Meets Marci (Part 1) (Paid Post #3)

“Soooo.” Brandon started, “You're gender fluid, is that right bro?  I mean sis? I mean uh, geeze this is hard.”

Marc sighed, “yeah I know. I have to deal with these feelings on a daily basis, and I still fuck up the grammar, it's OK”

“So what do I call you? Bro? Sis? Uh, sibling? Ew, no, ummmm.”

“Bud, buddy is good.”

“Buddy.” Brandon said it out loud just to see how it felt. “yeah, Buddy is good.”

It had been well over a year since the incident at work. Marc had changed into Marci in the middle of a work conference. They had almost been caught too. It scared them! They didn't want everyone to know. Hell, they didn't even want their best friend Brandon to know. But they could at least let him in on the fact that they felt far more different than other guys.

“At least you seem to be taking it way better than my family did.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, Dad laughed in my face and called me an idiot. Mom just cried. And my siblings just call me a freak, it's not good when I talk about it with them.” remembering all this made a wave of sadness wash over Marc. “Do you think we can change the subject? I don't feel like talking about it anymore.”

Marc hadn't gotten to the part about how they Felt mostly like a gorgeous busty blonde that was trapped in this fat blob of masculinity. They figured they'd take things at baby steps, then maybe they would talk about they've turned into said blonde, twice! That is if it even happened, it was so long ago Marc had began to believe it was a dream. A wonderful beautiful and intoxicating dream.

So intoxicating that they couldn't stop buying panties, wearing them 24/7 in the hopes that they would change again. Anything, please.

“Hey man,” Brandon started after a bit, “I mean, uh, Hey Bud,” he smiled curtly and nodded to himself. Good on you Brandon for nailing that interaction. “Want to play a game?” He passe over a controller to Marc but then noticed their hand.

Marc had been gripping their wrist and bending their hand up and down. They had felt a little twinge there. Kind of like-

“uhhhh.” Marc started. “I've gotta go to the bathroom!” They stood up and started walking toward the hallway.

“Hey ma- Bud” god dammit Brandon!“You feeling alright?”

“Yeah I'm fine, I feel-” there was a shard crack in their wrist, it was almost loud enough for Brandon to hear. “Nope!” Marc shouted. “You know maybe it's better if you go.” and they darted off to the hallway.

Brandon just sat there almost dumbfounded as Marc went into their bedroom, NOT their bathroom. He stood up and stepped slowly toward the bedroom.

Marc was on the other side. Their hand was bending backward. “Fuck!” they gritted through their teeth. “Why now?” Marc's fingers stretched out and popped in every joint. Seeming to twist and contort. With their other hand Marc covered their mouth to stifle the screams that wanted to come out. The cracking and twisted subsided as their hand calmed down and settled on a thin feminine shape. Really!?Marc thought, but then smiled. A moment of glee, it was finally happening!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“Dude!? I mean Bud?” Shit Brandon get it together. “Are you OK? Id this cause I can't get this pronoun thing down? I will I promise!”

“No No. Everything's fine, just go- Grraaaaauuugh!” Marc's stomach lurched  and it pushed him away from the door. They covered their mouth again, this time with the feminine hand. Their masculine hand twisted and contorted, every joint locking into place. Holding back the screams, practically suffocating themselves. They breathed out and the tip of their tongue flicked on their womanly finger. That felt, euphoric. They absent mindedly sucked on their fingers. Fuck! Their cock twitched in the black lace booty shorts they were wearing. God why did this feel so good both fucking ti

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!

“Bud? You don't sound good at all.” Yes, Nailed it!“If I'm being honest, it sounds like, and this crazy, Marc are you wolfing out in there?”

“I told you to just lee- Aaarggh!” Marc was really bad about hiding their discomfort. But was it discomfort? Their cock was telling a different story as it twitched and throbbed. Marc could feel it stretching. The way that lace felt along their shaft was amazing and the roughness of their jeans just made the softness of the lace feel even more amazing! They could feel that want, that desire to touch their cock. But they knew, if they could just hold out. God if they could hold out then-

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Dude!?” Shit! Fuck! I'm bad at this! “I'm coming in!”

“No wait! Don't!” Marc screamed again twisting in their bed. Tossing and breathing heavier and deeper. They pushed their head into the pillow and bit their lip as they could feel that platinum blond hair stretching between their scalp and their head, adding another layer of beautiful softness to the situation. They groaned and moaned as- Brrrriiiiip! Their cock had stretched and ripped the fly of their jeans open. The black lace doing it's best to contain the growing monstrosity. Oh this was happening!

The door swung open. Brandon stood there watching their friend. Hands outstretched gripping the blankets and sheets. Cock pulsing and stretching without being touched. Brandon was jealous, and surprisingly turned on by the sight. Imagining what it would be like to have a stretching throbbing member like that. He saw Marc's legs stretching from the bottom of their pants. “Holy shit!  Your transforming! You really are Wolfing out!”

Then Marc lifted their head and that waft of beautiful blond hair swished from their scalp. Their lips looked bigger, plumper, but not outlandish. Brandon became even more confused as he imagined kissing his best friend. Those hands, those lips, they looked so … girly?

Marc felt their pants getting tight around their thighs and their cock twitched again, the head poking from the waist band of the booty shorts. Oh god this was happening, Finally happening! Fuck yes! Marc looked over and saw Brandon standing there slack jawed. “Shit!  I told you to guuarrrgh!” They bent their legs as the seam split up the side.

A flash of perfectly smooth skin blinded Brandon. Marc had, or was getting, some beautiful legs. He watched as their stomach actually shrank flatter into a set of abs. The way their cock stretched made it look like all the fat from their stomach was just sinking into their shaft. And what a shaft it was, Why was watching it elongate like that making Brandon so fucking hard? Especially as the rest of Marc was becoming so... fucking gorgeous!? Jesus, what was happening to Brandon's heterosexuality, and why was it seeming to fly out the window this moment.

“ohhhh FUCK!” Marc moaned as their cock stretched up to their nipples. That amazing tear down the side of their pants made them even fucking hornier. They loved not just the feel of the fabric giving way to their bulging femininity, but also the sound of the clothes giving up to the strong womanly features bursting from them. They humped the air as their cock bounced from flat on their stomach to slowly lifting up Up UP until it was standing straight up hard and rigid like a flagpole. They could feel almost every ounce of gross masculinity flooding their cock. Even those balls dwindling and shrinking into a pair of sweet little lips. They thrust their hips up and down on the bed as their hips grew wider and the remnants of their jeans popping free from their body. They wanted to touch that stretched out shaft so bad, and for a moment it made them happy that Brandon was their to curb their arousal. Oh shit Brandon!

Marc looked over and saw Brandon there, wide eyes, slack jawed, and hard as a rock through their jeans. His hands gripping the pockets of his jeans tightly. Marc could tell he was resisting touching himself as much as they were. “Marc?” Brandon asked softly, “It's still Marc right?”

“Not Marc, Not right now, Now it's Marciiiiiii!” Marci let out a squeal as her head dug into the pillow again and the Adams apple on their neck shrank and dwindled to a smooth feminine form. Their voice becoming high pitched, silk smooth and soft as they squealed and squeaked the last “i” of their name. She breathed heavily, feeling that pronoun wash over her identity now. Her soft legs, soft skin, Her long luscious legs, her firm ass, her rippled abs, her throbbing fucking cock that was almost as tall as she was at this point as she fucked the air above her. Precum dribbled from her tip, lubricating the shaft making touching it even more tempting. Marci whimpered achingly she wanted to fucking touch that rock fucking hard cock so bad, She needed to make it fucking cum all over her soft feminine hands. She was practically begging to let herself cum when that pressure hit her chest again. Those hard puffy marshmallow nipples, aching to be licked, sucked and bitten as she felt the flesh beneath them slowly started to inflate.

Brandon started to drool as he watched Marci's chest develop A cups, B cups, growing from a chest, to breasts, to boobs, to Holy fucking Honking tits! As they inflated like beach balls on her chest. God Brandon wanted to fuck those tits so bad. This whole situation was so fucking confusing, but that's just what made it so fucking hot!

Marci saw the obvious arousal on Brandon's face, and while she was in no way attracted to guys, this burning arousal inside her was too much. She just couldn't fucking take it anymore! “I'm sorry, Bran-Ugnh!”Her cock was still stretching longer and harder getting closer to the ceiling. “I'm so sorry Brand- UNGH!” a girly little squeal escaping without any resistance. “You weren't supposed to see this, Unnnggggghh!” a loud long grunt erupted from her. “Fuck! I can't help it any more!” She took both her hands and started jerking the steel hard shaft. Gripping it tighter, strong it faster, the precum making it so fucking easy and smooth for her fingers to make those silky smooth movements up and down.

Brandon's face was frozen in a state of scarousal. Scared for his friend who seemed to be going through a horrifically painful transformation, but aroused because they were turning into fucking amazingly hot woman with curves that would make any cock explode in their pants. Just like his was on edge of doing. And not just that, she was jerking this massive rod faster and harder, just fucking the shit out of her own hands.

Marci twisted on her side, the cock tumbling down like a tree in a forest. Point blank at Brandon's face. “FUCK!” Marci yelled, “I can't stop! Fuck! It feels to fucking good! FUCK FUCK FUCK!”

Brandon looked down the shaft like he was looking down the barrel of a gun. He swallowed hard. Would having this massive bulging rod cum and splatter all over him be the grossest thing to happen? Or the hottest? As he tried to come up with an answer Marci screamed out, “Ohhhhh FuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuUUUUUUUUUUCKKK!!!” and her cock creamed Brandon. Covering him from head to toe in sweet, hot, white cum.

Marci squealed little squeaks as aftershock after aftershock rocked her body, the orgasm just draining her, as her body rocked and shook. Brandon spurted out a mouthful of cum as he watched the shaft shrink into a pretty little clit between her legs under those lacy black booty shorts.

Marci tied up her hair and pulled up her socks while she sat in a chair in front of Brandon. Her breasts just could not be contained in the army green tank top that used to fit Marc so well.

“So,” she started, “I guess I have some explaining to do.”