The women’s beach was a bit of an odd place. It started out with some super powerful witch
just wanting to go to a beach without having guys stare at her. Rumour has it that she was a lesbian so she
had no problem with women looking at her all day, it was just the guys, so, she
cast a spell on the beach. Now, whenever
a man enters the beach, they change into a woman. At first, a bunch of men freaked out, but
then some mages stepped forward and explained that there was a way to reverse
the spell on an afflicted man. The
solution was that the men in question had to drink their own cum once they’d
left the area where the spell was. This
obviously meant that they had to first save some up somehow, but only a few
drops of their own seed was needed to reverse the effects.
Since then, countless men who have wanted to try out being
women have flocked to the beach in droves.
My friends and I were part of this group of men who wanted to give being
female a whirl for a while…or…they did.
See, I honestly haven’t wanted to be a guy for most of my life. I was fairly neutral about it when I was a
young child, but once I hit puberty and I saw how beautiful women were, and
some of the amazing breasts some of them had and the faces…the hair…the clothes
they get to wear…it wasn’t long until I wished with all of my heart that I was
one of them, and this longing only grew with as I got older. Now, finally, was my chance to be one of
them, and I was going to make sure that there was no way that I would ever go
back to my old body ever again.
I arrived at the beach with my male friends around
noon. As we stepped onto the hot sand,
we immediately started to feel the magic invade our bodies and wash over us
like a tsunami. I watched as my four
previously masculine friends turned into hot babes and for a moment, my cock
was as hard as rock before it withdrew and I was instead left with a soaking
wet slit to expressed how hot I found the scene before me. Then, we just stood there for several
minutes, basking in the sensations of our new bodies and looking at one another
with a degree of lust in our eyes. Part
of the problem we had, you see, was this was our first time at the beach, so
none of us knew how big our breasts would be.
We could get the lower halves of bikinis just fine, albeit with some
strange looks from the cashiers, but, our chests were left exposed to the
sun. It was okay though, honestly, that’s
somewhat of a tradition at the beach at this point. Nobody really minds.
The five of us soon got down to having our fun in the sun
with all the other ladies at the beach.
After a bit of playing beach ball with a group of naturally born women,
I got my chance to make my move. The
ball had gotten knocked over to the area where we had all of our stuff.
“I’ll get it!” I said with what I thought was maybe a bit
too much excitement “I need a drink anyway!” and I ran over to get the ball and
some water. Well, most of it was water,
anyway. I pretended to not be able to
find the water at first, but what I was actually doing was taking my cum from
the bag we put the vials of cum into. I
checked the labels to make sure I was taking the right one and then I poured it
into the water before I downed the whole bottle.
I could feel the magic fighting against what I had just
done. The cum I had drank was trying to
cause some chain reaction in me to reverse the changes done to my body, but I
was still on the beach, which meant that the magic was able to fight back…and
fight back it did.
I expected to just down the cum and have that be the end of
that, just pretend that it got spilled or something so that I wouldn’t have to
admit to my friends that actually I never intended to go back to being a
guy. Instead, I’d made the magic fight
to keep me female, and it wasn’t happy with me for doing so. As the cum tried to gain ground inside of me,
the magic would fight back full force, the end result was that I wasn’t staying
as I had been, I was becoming more feminine.
I moaned in pleasure as my tan faded and my skin became
fairer, I became hornier and sluttier, my breasts swelled some more. It felt amazing, but I knew that the jig was
up. I wasn’t going to be able to explain
the changes to anyone without coming clean about what I’d just done.
My friends and the women we were playing beach ball with started
to run over to me, concerned with what they’d just witnessed. Me moaning for some reason, my chest
swelling, my hair getting longer, my tan becoming fainter, my hair turning a
brighter colour…I can’t imagine that it looked like I was doing so well. But, as they covered the distance, I felt
something else change. This time though,
it wasn’t my body, but my mind. That taste…the
salty taste of cum…it was…addictive…so addictive…I wanted, no NEEDED more, and
I needed it right fucking now.
I couldn’t help myself.
My friends were helpless as they watched me greedily down all the vials of
their cum at this point. I was possessed
by this thirst for cum though. I really
did not care what anyone thought at this point.
Every drop of male seed that I drank on that beach while my own cum was
still in my system made the changes more exaggerated, including my thirst for
even more cum. Before I knew it, I was
running like some wild beast from stranger’s bag to stranger’s bag on the hunt
for more male seed to down, as if my life depended on it. I was eventually subdued, but not before I robbed
twelve men of their chance to ever become men again.
Once we left the beach, I calmed down. The thirst subsided somewhat. I still loved cum, and I still wanted to
drink more, but it wasn’t overpowering my ability to think anymore. The car ride back was bad. We’d only been at the beach for about half an
hour, but you could cut the tension in that car with a car, even though not a
word was spoken, and I knew that none of my friends would ever say another word
to me again.
When they dropped me off at my house, I tried to apologise
again, but once again, they just ignored my attempts to make amends and drove
off, nearly driving over my foot in the process. I’m sorry for what I did to them, I wish I
could have been honest with them from the start and just said that I didn’t
want to turn back. I dout they would
have done anything to force me to become a man again if that’s not what I
wanted. Still, it’s best to make the
most of what I have left, and what I have left is a body that I love
having. For the first time in my life, I
feel like I have the body that matches my soul.
I know it’s weird, but I just can’t get over what a total hot babe I am.
What’s more, I have some slightly different tastes these
days. Sure, I still like women every bit
as much as I always have, but now, I also have an undying thirst for cum. I’m not too keen on sex itself with men, I
still find their forms unappealing, but drinking their cum or feeling it in my
pussy fills me with that same pleasure as I drank my own spunk, and that is
something that only someone who has done the same as me has ever experienced or
ever will experience. It’s a divine kind
of pleasure that was clearly not meant to be experienced by mortals, and yet, I
get to feel it every time a man’s seed goes down my throat or into my amazing
new pussy.
So come on, it’s been three whole months since I’ve had a
body capable of producing its own cum.
Won’t you help a girl out, big guy?
If you want, I can tell you where the beach is and we can go together…just
make sure that you bring enough of a stash of cum to turn back twelve men if
you want tits to match mine, and then I can show you what I like so much about
women…
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