John the Soda Jerk (Paid Post #4)

John sat on the edge of the bed. His part time job was killing him. Working as a soda jerk barely paid over minimum wage, and everyone else was making so much more than him in tips, he couldn't understand why. He called up a coworker Bambi to find out why.

“You really want to know?” She said.

“Yeah, I mean if I don't get better tips I may have to quit, all this mental stress just isn't worth it.” John sounded  deflated, and practically dead over the line.

“You want better tips?  I can totally help with that. It's really simple.”

“Really?  Then please help!  I need that money to get by.”

“Just listen to what I say.” There was silence on the phone that couldn't have been more than a few seconds, but felt like an eternity to John. Then Bambi said, “You want to be a beautiful woman.”

“What?” John said. He was so confused. “No I don't.”

“Yes you do.” Bambi reiterated. “A beautiful feminine woman, with soft feminine hands.”

“Listen I don't know what you're getting at-” John started, and then felt his hands clenching and relaxing. With each release they felt a little softer, a little more on the playfully feminine side. He shook his wrists and tried to shake off this funny feeling he was having. “I don't know what you're talking about.”

“You want to be beautiful, feminine and sexy, gorgeous in fact, completely irresistible.” Bambi had a hypnotic almost playful tone her voice, “With thick soft hair flowing down to your shoulders, even beyond.”

John laughed nervously as he brought one of those soft feminine hands to his scalp and ran his fingers through his hair that did feel thicker, and seeming to take longer to drag between his fingers. “Bambi, what are you-”

“You want that slender waist, the one that everyone craves to look at. One that extenuates those lovely wide hips, those feminine hips.”

John felt his belt seeming to squeeze tight around his waist, it hurt, pinched even. Squeezing tighter and tighter until something felt like it just clicked into place. It felt alien to john, his center of balance was all off, but there was an odd familiar sensation to it. It was a pleasant sensation. He felt something akin to arousal between his legs, like he was getting hard. But when he looked down, he was softer than a bunny rabbit. “Bambi? I feel funny.”

“You don't feel funny, you feel yummy, oh so yummy. Perfect for soft plump lips to suck, rub, and roll all over.”

John felt a tingle in his lips. And his fighting seemed to melt away. “Yes, So yummy”

Bambi delighted in those delicious words. The way his voice seemed to raise to a more feminine pitch oozed into her ears like honey. “That voice of yours, so girly, so pretty, so perfect, so pantie soakingly perfect. You'll make every cock hard, and every pussy wet, even your own.”

John felt like and erotic vice was squeezing between his legs. Mixing that pain and pleasure to an orgasmic climax, he wasn't cumming but he was teetering on the edge. “Oh fuck. Oh god yes.” that voice was so high, so feminine, so erotic, full of arousing energy, even Bambi felt a tickle between her thighs when he moaned like that.

“and that chest of yours, Not manly pecks anymore, no you have beautiful breasts.” John let out a moan over the phone. “Wonderful soft breasts.”

John was biting on their lips, their nipples pushing into their top. “Ugh!” They groaned. “Oh Fuck!” they yelped as they tossed their head back until PARRRRIIP! Their shirt ripped open exposing the wonderful cleavage that had just exploded onto her chest. “GAWD YES! FUCK!”

Joan picked up the phone and  was breathing heavy when she heard Bambi on the other side of the line. “Well Joan? Do you like your lovely new body?”

“Holy fuck yes! Do you really think it will get me better tips though?” Joan stopped and stroked the inside of her thigh. An orgasmic tingle running straight through her torso to the top of her head. “You know what? I don't even fucking care, I can't wait to show this all off to anyone and everyone. Work with you ladies is going to be so much fun now.”

“Don't worry Joan, the other girls and I will teach you exactly how to use your new *ahem * assets, to get exactly what you need.”

Joan moaned into the phone half because she was excited at the prospect, and half because she was already exploring her new body. Tomorrow was going to be absolutely orgasmic.