[TG] Consequences of Cheating

Tier Reward for BSTG

James didn’t intend to cheat on Sadie but when a busty blonde offers to suck him off, how can he say no? Now he’ll face the consequences of his actions. 

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James knocked back another shot and enjoyed the burning sensation as it flowed down his throat. Liquid courage burned in his veins and it was paying off; confidence was key and it had gotten him a cute little number already. He smiled down at the busty blonde next to him, she was finishing her own shot before snuggling back against his side. He could feel her fat tits pressing against him and their position gave him the perfect view to look down at her perfect cleavage. Her name was Bambi or Barbie, something like that. Some sort of ditzy, bimbo name that he'd barely heard over the roar of the music when he'd entered the club.

He hadn't intended to cheat on Sadie when he came out tonight but when Bambi or whatever her name was had offered to take him out back…how could he say no? His girlfriend was fine, but she was no cover girl. Not like this model; with her perfect plump ass, full chest and thick, glossy lips. When they'd closed around his cock it had taken all his self control not to come there and then. 

Even holding back, it was over too quickly but luckily; Bambi was a party girl and more than willing to spend the night on his arm for the chance at a second round. She did another shot on his dime and James had to admit, he was a little intimidated; the woman could drink. 

“Might want to slow down, babe.”

“Nu-uh, I'm drinking water between them all!” She announced proudly, “It like, waters down the alcohol so it's less effective!”

James snorted; boobs for brains. Oh well, he wasn’t interested in her for her smarts, that was for sure. Suddenly, she started jumping up and down with her long lashed eyes wide in shock.

“Omigosh, we need a picture!” 

“A picture?”

“Yeah, it's been like, three whole hours since I posted. I'm gonna lose followers, sides, it'll make ‘em all super jealous when they see I'm with you cutie!”

There was a quick flash and James felt himself blinking in surprise; he hadn't even gotten the chance to smile. He glanced over Bambi's shoulder and winced at the photo; she looked amazing, ample cleavage on full display but he looked bewildered. He could already imagine the comments. Bambi immediately got to work adding filters, effects and touch ups; to herself only of course. The more she edited the picture the bigger the gap in their looks became. James slammed down another shot.

“Why don't we uh, go back out there. I'm ready for round two-”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just a sec babe, gotta post this. Oh! Jenna Starey is selling hair gummies…”

“Who and what?”

“They’re these little gummy bears you eat and it makes your hair like, totally amazing. I should get some. Jenna Starey won last year's Top Model Runway, she knows what's up.”

Wasn't that the vapid reality show all the women were into these days? James was sure he'd caught an episode here or there when there was nothing else on. It wasn't gay to watch a fashion show if you were just looking at all the hot models. 

“Was she…the one who wore the red heels in the finals?”

“Yes!” Bambi finally looked up from her phone. “You watch?”

“Oh yeah, like, all the time.” He lied smoothly, anything to get her back into that alley and sucking him off. “I love fashion.”

“Me too! Check out what I ordered today?”

She turned the phone round to face him; a hot pink mini dress that would barely be legal was on screen. It was…actually not bad.

“Cuuuuuute!” James cooed, “Oh man, you'd get all the guys in that!”

“I know! Oh I love this song! Let's go dance, babe!”

She grabbed his wrist before he could say no and dragged him across the floor. A small giggle burst from his lips before he could stop it; it was hard enough to walk in heels, let alone through a crowd after several rounds of shots. 

“Shake that money maker!” Bambi cried, throwing her arms up. 

That liquid confidence surged through James, he'd never been a big dancer but suddenly it felt as effortless as breathing. He just copied Bambi's moves, twerking his bubbly but back and forth much to the delight of the crowd. It felt…good, really good. The attention made him get bolder; throwing his arms out and rolling his body back and forth. 

With each roll, his chest and butt became heavier but James didn't register the change. He didn't notice his clothing changing either; shirt and jeans becoming a mini skirt and tank top. At least they matched his heels now. 

A small circle was forming around him and Bambi; cheering them on as he started to whip his blonde hair back and forth; unaware of it growing longer and brighter with each sway. It took on a dyed, almost bleached appearance, so much so that it almost seemed to float around his head like a platinum halo. 

There was a drink in his hand, when had that happened? Oh well, it didn't matter; he swung the drink back so quickly he barely tasted the alcohol. The thick gloss on his lips stuck to the glass. 

“Opsie.”

He and Bambi continued to dance when suddenly two men pushed their way through the crowd toward them. Big guys, muscles on muscles with cocky grins that made James weak in the knees. He grabbed hold of Bambi and pulled her close. 

“Oh. EM. Gee. Girl, are you seeing this?”

“Oh yeah babe, totally our type. Let's get ‘em back to ours?”

James nodded and approached the first with a demure, flirty smile. He leaned in close; that was normal in a club, it was the only way to be heard over the music. The fact that it let James subtly feel the man's strong arms and pecs was just a bonus. 

“Hey big boy, like what you see?”

“Oh yeah. I'd like to see more in fact.”

“Really? Me too. Bambi and I have an apartment not far from here…”

“Sounds good…?”

“James.”

The man raised an eyebrow.

“Funny name for a chick. This ain't some trick is it?”

“Don't worry hun, I'm all woman.”

Something niggled at the back of James’ thoughts as those words left his lips; he was all woman, so why did it feel so weird to say that? The strange doubts disappeared an instant later as the man grabbed a handful of his chest and gave his tits a quick squeeze. 

“I'm Marcus, since you didn't ask.” He chuckled, pulling James close.

“Oh I am so sorry babe, I'm such a ditz.”

“That's okay, I am sure you can make it up to me.”

James giggled and felt warmth glowing between his legs.

“Sure can, baby.”

He and Bambi led their newest partners out of the club and out into the cold night air. James loved nights like these, he had all the more excuse to hug his body close to the man he was bringing him and tease him with glimpses of his cleavage. By the time they reached the apartment he and his BFF shared, both men were rocking huge boners. James couldn't resist licking his lips as he took in the bulges; those were restrained too!

When they got inside Bambi wasted no time, she practically pulled her man into the first bedroom and with a single wink to James, closed the door. James didn't even have time to take a step before sounds started echoing from under the door, the sorts of sounds that had his nipples hardening. 

His room was down the hall, but they didn't get that far. Marcus slammed him up against the wall and they started making out there and then. His hands roamed, taking in the taut muscles and pressing into that enticing bulge in the man's pants. He felt so hot and thick even through jeans, what would it feel like to hold him in his hands? Luckily, James was experienced enough to start unzipping without having to look at what his fingers were doing; which allowed him to continue kissing and nipping at Marcus’ lips while undressing him.

A strong tongue entered his mouth and he yielded without protest, moaning as he was pressed harder into the wall. Marcus was touching him all over; his tits, his ass, his inner thighs; between his legs James’ pussy burned with need. Fuck foreplay; he wanted more. 

Luckily, Marcus seemed to be on the same page and they were soon stripping one another bear, right there in the hallway. Marcus pinned James’ naked body to the wall, lifting him up by cupping James’ pert ass. His cock was resting against James’ entrance and that was the moment everything became clear.

James felt a strange sense of panic; what the hell was happening, he wasn't a woman, or Bambi's room mate! How had he gotten here; about to be fucked against a wall?? He opened his mouth to cry out but instead a pornographic moan came out as Marcus slid inside his wet passage. 

“Oooh, Oh fuck. Oh fuck that's good.” he groaned.

It was, the pleasure was…something else. Powerful, all consuming; addicting. He didn't want it to end; and admitting you were really male as soon as a man stuck his cock inside your pussy would probably kill the mood. So he continued, managing to roll his hips in time with Marcus’ thrusts. 

This sex was so different to what he was used to, the strong arms holding him up, the solid chest squashing against his sensitive breasts and most importantly, the feeling of being penetrated. It all combined to create pleasure that was somehow deeper and more intense than anything he'd ever experienced. 

It was so good but James could also feel something else. His mind was changing, his memories too. With each thrust he felt his past changing; college turned into a series of parties and flings, his job disappeared, replaced with hopping from boyfriend to sugar daddies for support. On some level, he was aware of what was happening, his mind was being changed to fit this new body; the longer this sex went on the less of his original self remained. 

He had to stop, but it just felt too good. He kept thrusting, kept feeling the masculinity being fucked right out of his and replaced with the life of a flirty bimbo. The pleasure was climbing, he'd stop before all of him was totally gone, just a bit more, a bit more…

“Oooooooh!!!”

Orgasm washed over Candy in a wave, the pleasure radiating to fill her entire body as Marcus finally fell over the edge with her. He was the best lay she'd had in weeks! 

“Damn girl, you're something else.”

Candy giggled.

“Well, maybe if we can make it a few more steps we can actually use my bed for round two.”

“Sounds like a plan.

~

Candy waved happily as Marcus and his friend left the next morning; she’d gotten two more rounds out of him last night, not to mention a little action before breakfast. Her pussy was aching with satisfaction as she flopped back down into bed; she wanted to rest up before she went on the prowl tonight. Candy felt like a proper meal so after a few hours rest she’d start getting ready to hit the cafes and bars; surely some man with money would want her on his arm tonight and be willing to pay for a meal to accommodate it. 

She was just about to fall asleep when her phone buzzed on the nightstand. With a groan she typed in the code. The contact name was Sadie, who the hell was Sadie? She had plenty of random guy names in her contacts she didn't remember but only a handful of women. 

‘Enjoy your new life, you cheating bastard.’

Candy huffed and deleted the message, along with the contact. Obviously whoever Sadie was, she had the wrong number.