Chapter 1 - Hospital Beds Have Plastic Sheets For A Reason

Author's Note: This chapter contains much more steaminess than the last one! Furthermore, it picks up immediately after the last chapter. Enjoy! 




“God, I was so worried about you,” Becky said, sweeping into the room and letting the door close behind her, fiery hair blowing softly in the breeze of her movements. “When they told me what had happened, I was in LA for an event, but I came right over. How are you? Are you in any pain?”

“I’m okay,” Sam managed to say, his—her, now—voice coming out much calmer than she felt on the inside, and she was getting uncomfortably used to being surprised. “Just a burn, and not even a bad one.”

Becky’s eyes widened when Sam lifted her arm to show off the strange, branching pattern the burn had left behind on her forearm. Becky looked ready to launch into another salvo of questions, but just then, the door to Sam’s room opened and in came a slightly-disheveled Sam—or rather, Charlotte Flair in Sam’s body.

“Hey, I think there’s something you and I need to talk about—“ Charlotte began, but as his eyes came up, Charlotte noticed Becky and cut herself off with a strangled, “B-Beck?”

Becky’s eyebrows narrowed. “I’m sorry, do I know you? I don’t think we’ve met…”

A strange expression flashed across Charlotte’s face, an odd sensation for Sam since the face was all too familiar, and she realized that Charlotte was likely as in shock by the situation as she was. 

“No, you wouldn’t know him, Becky,” Sam cut in, gesturing wildly with her eyebrows at Charlotte. “This guy was with me when the lightning struck. He’s a fan.”

Realization finally gained purchase in Charlotte’s mind, and she held up a hand to the red-headed wrestler. “Charl—ah, Charlie, the name’s Charlie. Nice to meet you.”

“Becky Lynch,” Becky replied, one eyebrow cocked as she shook Charlotte’s hand. The three lapsed into silence then, looking unobtrusively back and forth from each other. It was clear that Sam and Charlotte were holding back, and it was clear that Becky knew that, but it was unclear as to whether or not she wanted to say something about it. Eventually, Charlotte began to gesture with his eyes at Sam, and she caught the hint.

“Uh, Becky, could you give us a second?” Sam asked, trying not to be suspicious and failing miserably. “Charlie and I have some stuff we need to discuss.”

“Sure…” was Becky’s reply, and she gave it while shooting Sam a strange look, but the fiery-haired wrestler got up all the same and made her way out the door, shutting it behind her.

It was no less tense when Becky left. Instead, Sam and Charlotte simply looked at each other for several long moments, surrounded by a weighty silence. Neither of them seemed to want to break it, but after a minute or so, Charlotte huffed and spoke up.

Rather, Charlotte groaned. “So the lightning, huh?” 

“Yeah, definitely the lightning,” Sam replied with a sigh.

“Well, it’s not like we can do that again.”

“You don’t screw around with lightning twice.”

“So we’re stuck like this.”

“Guess so.”

“Fuck,” they both finished in unison.

Another silence, but this one felt… more resolved. They were in it together, at least. It was Sam’s turn to break the silence now.

“So, what now?” Sam asked, sitting up a little straighter in her bed. “We just live as each other?”

The thought of living out the rest of her life as Charlotte Flair brought on a number of extremely complicated feelings for Sam. On the one hand, the idea of living as a professional wrestler, of stepping into the ring and fighting for a title was a dream come true. It sounded exhilarating, like the life he’d always fantasized about but simply couldn’t make a reality. 

On the other hand… Sam wasn’t a wrestler. She knew what the moves looked like, definitely, but she’d never done them herself, and she had no idea what kinds of training and exercise went into maintaining the Amazonian body she now found herself in. Not to mention every other aspect of Charlotte’s life, her family, her acting—

“Relax, it’ll be fine,” Charlotte said from across the room, as if reading Sam’s mind. “I’ll coach you through the hard stuff, and the rest is mostly just standing and smiling. And you can help me through your life. We’ll figure it out.”

Sam nodded, taking a deep breath to calm the frantic thumping in his chest. She shifted a little, moving the blanket and brushing at the stray locks of hair tickling her neck. There were definitely some things she’d need to get used to about Charlotte’s body.

“So… you and Becky, huh?”

“Yeah, for a couple of months now,” Charlotte replied with a sigh, his hand coming up to rub at the unfamiliar sensation of stubble on his jaw. “Mostly it’s just sex, in between our schedules. I guess that’s your problem now, she isn’t into guys.”

Sam frowned. The idea of it sent a strange thrill down her spine. While she hadn’t known before that Becky Lynch had been a lesbian, it wasn’t necessarily something that surprised her. The thought of sex with her, even as a woman, though, was something that very much intrigued her…

“Just be cool about it, when you see it,” Charlotte said, gesturing down toward her pelvis. “Becky’s kind of self-conscious about her—“

Just then, the door opened, and Charlotte’s face became a study in nonchalance. The nurse opened her mouth to speak, but then her eyes flashed to Charlotte, leaning against the wall in his hospital gown and trying not to draw attention. A plan doomed for failure, it would seem.

“I’m sorry, but you should be in your room,” the nurse said without any hint of apology in her voice.

Charlotte nodded, gesturing toward Sam in bed and moving awkwardly toward the door. “Yeah, sorry, I was just checking on my friend here.”

The next couple of minutes were largely composed of Sam sitting quietly while the nurse checked her vitals, asking her if she was in any pain, how her lungs were feeling, and by the time she was finished, Becky had slipped back into the room. The nurse gave the redheaded woman a weary look, then left, closing the door behind her.

“So you’re really alright, then?” Becky asked softly, drawing nearer to the bed with careful steps. “I was so worried when I heard…”

Sam nodded, though she had trouble meeting the other woman’s eyes. Becky thought she was talking to Charlotte, but instead, it was just Sam. She couldn’t be what she wanted, who she wanted, not while dealing with all the strangeness of being in another body. Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes, the stress of it all landing squarely on her shoulders as the reality of the situation continued to set in.

“Hey, come on, it’s okay,” Becky murmured, sitting on the edge of the hospital bed and wrapping her powerful arms around Sam. “I’m right here, Char, I’ve got you…”

“I-it’s just really stressful,” Sam mumbled quietly, her voice thick with emotion. “I c-could’ve died.”

Becky squeezed her tightly, one hand coming around to rub Sam’s back. The hospital gown connected with ties at her neck, waist, and thighs, leaving much of her back bare, and while she still had her bra and underwear—thank God—Becky managed to slide her hand between the ties to meet Sam’s bare skin. A shiver washed up her spine as the redhead’s fingers played along the lines of her musculature, and Sam realized that this body was incredibly sensitive. Every movement of Becky’s fingertips sent pleasant tingling to radiate throughout her body.

A pleasant buzzing took up in Sam’s head, drowning out most of her thoughts and leaving gentle, comfortable musings in their stead. Was this what women felt like when they were touched? Or was this body just extra sensitive? Either way, it was a wonderful feeling; so wonderful, in fact, that Sam let out a soft breath, feeling her nipples begin to stiffen against the padding of her bra.

“Mmm, I know what you mean,” Becky purred into her hear, sending a new wave of shuddering through her as her warm breath tingled along her ear. “Turn over. I’ll give you a massage.”

Something in the way she said it seemed odd, but Sam thought the idea sounded really rather nice, so turn over she did. The mattress was actually rather plush and soft for a hospital bed, and the linens that lay overtop it were cool against Sam’s cheek as she lay down. As she flipped, she heard a noise from Becky, turning to look.

“It’d be kind of hard to rub your back through the cloth,” Becky mused, and she had a strange, almost hungry look in her eyes as she spoke. “I’ll just tie it up again afterward.” 

Sam felt a blush come on, heat washing through her cheeks as Becky untied the straps and opened the gown. Underneath, Sam wore a black sports bra, which had mercifully been left on by the paramedics and nursing staff since they hadn’t needed it out of the way to treat her. Mercifully because, for the life of her, Sam had no idea how to put a sports bra on, or any other kind of bra for that matter. What she did know, though, was that most of her back was now bare to the woman beside her, and Sam threw a glance back to survey the emotion on her face.’

Becky seemed thrilled. The redhead’s honey-brown eyes drank in every new inch of exposed skin, and the way she looked at her sent fresh shivers through Sam. Before she could think about it too much, Sam pulled a pillow down to her and buried her face in it, trying hard to fight back the heat that warred for her face. She’d never been this sensitive to things when she’d been in her original body, but something about Charlotte’s made her hyper-aware of every little thing that Becky did.

It was made no easier as Becky climbed up beside her, causing the bed to shift a little as it accommodated the wrestler’s weight. Sam realized she was holding her breath, and made a conscious effort to relax—at least until Becky’s hand came down across her back. Her fingers were smooth and strong, gliding carefully along the contours of Sam’s back starting at her waist. Another wave of shuddering delight traveled up her back as Becky began to knead and roll the muscles beneath her fingers, drawing soft groans out of Sam with each movement.

The next few minutes were ecstasy, and more than a little relaxing. Sam hadn’t realized how tense she had been, but Becky more than did her part finding the knots in her muscles and slowly, deliciously working them out. The redheaded wrestler went far longer than necessary as well, relentless searching out every tight part of her back and working it until it relaxed. The treatment left Sam so relaxed and content that she hadn’t even realized Becky had dipped down past her waist until she was slipping her panties off.

“B-Becky? What are you doing?”

“Relax, baby, I’ve got you,” Becky replied, her voice husky with raw lust. “Just let me take care of you.”

Sam opened her mouth to protest, but just then, Becky’s lips came down on the center of her spine, forcing a gasp of surprise and pleasure from Sam’s mouth. Becky didn’t let up, either, kissing and licking down Sam’s back even as her hands massaged determined circles into Sam’s full, round ass cheeks. Every touch sent electricity sizzling through Sam’s brain, and she could feel that her nipples were achingly hard, and more so… she was so, so wet.

The realization surprised her. It had come on so quickly, Sam hardly even recognized the fact that she was aroused before her cunt was completely soaked. As a man, Sam would’ve been rock hard, of course, but this was an arousal all its own, pussy twitching with every new kiss or touch. She could feel how turned on she was in her very core, and the sensation of it was like a fog in her brain. 
Finally, Becky’s mouth reached her crotch. A flash of embarrassment flitted through Sam’s mind, though she realized it was sort of silly—Becky had done this herself, so it reasoned that she knew what to expect. Her embarrassment wasn’t lessened by the deep breath Becky took in, though.

“God, your pussy always smells so good,” Becky groaned, her face so close to Sam’s womanhood that her lips brushed it when she spoke. “And I know it tastes even better…”

The redhead leaned in just a bit closer a planted a long kiss against Sam’s cunt, tongue flicking out against her clit. The bolt of lightning that melted Sam’s brain in that moment was harsh and sudden. There was no build for this one, no glorious crescendo to a pinnacle of pleasure. Her body trembled, back arching, a startled curse leaving her mouth as a jet of girlcum sprayed out of her pussy with a fsssh! 

Her climax lasted a handful of moments that felt like a handful of days. She panted heavily into her pillow, fingers clenching. Was this what it felt like to be a woman? How could they endure something like that? And moreover, how were they not all hopelessly addicted to it?

“Wow, it usually takes hours to get you to squirt like that,” Becky chuckled from behind her. “You must’ve been pretty pent up. Hope you don’t pass out like that time in Tampa, but… I can’t go all out like that anyway.”

Small miracles, Sam thought to herself, though it was less like a thought and more like a flash of emotion. She still felt sluggish and dumb, with the haze of pleasure clouding her mind. I-I should tell her to stop for now. I can say I’m tired, or that my arm hu—

SLAP! The feeling of something fat and heavy and very, very warm flopping onto her ass snapped Sam out of her reverie. What on Earth? Her arm? Sam turned, blonde hair cascading down the side of her face…
… and froze. It wasn’t an arm.

It was a twelve-inch cock. A massive, veiny cock that throbbed and twitched, resting in the cleft of her ass. Becky had her full lower lip clutched between her teeth, staring down at the clenching slit of Sam’s pussy, but the look in her eyes was raw and bestial. Dumb realization slowly washed over her: Becky Lynch was a futanari, and she was planning on stuffing every inch of that enormous cock into Sam.

She realized this just as Becky reached down and spread her ass to slide into her pussy. The head was fat and blunt and spread her in ways she never could’ve imagined, though this was to be expected since she’d never had a pussy before. But just given the sheer size of Becky’s cock, Sam knew that only a woman with a powerful body could have taken such a massive member.

Every inch was ruinous as Becky forced her way deeper and deeper, but still, it slid into her with surprising ease given how soaking wet she was. Sam groaned with each new little push until finally her ass met Becky’s muscular groin, her tongue lolling out onto the sheet as she panted and huffed. It was so deep inside of her that it felt like it was in her stomach, as if she couldn’t completely fill her lungs.

“Alright, final push, baby,” Becky murmured. 

That was the only warning Sam got before Becky shifted her hips, planted her feet so that she was in a kind of squat, and slammed the last two inches in Sam’s cunt. The fat head of Becky’s cock rammed into Sam’s cervix with an audible sound, and every panting breath, every delicious moment of Becky’s entry forced its way back into Sam’s brain like a spike of pure pleasure. She had thought her first orgasm was powerful, but this one was devastating, and accompanied by a fresh spray of clear girlcum that soaked into the sheets beneath them.

“Wow, you really must’ve missed me,” Becky chuckled softly, leaning down to kiss Sam’s neck. Sam didn’t hear her, though. She was too busy cumming her brains out.

Orgasm number two of dozens that night in the hospital. Sam was barely conscious by the time Becky lay down beside her.