Chapter 1 - Con

 

Miah had only been gone to the bathroom for a few minutes when she came back and found her boyfriend staring at a giant billboard in front of the convention center. Sam shaded his eyes from the sun’s bright glare, starstruck by the ad that showed Widowmaker biting into a huge juicy burger, the sauces dripping down her bodysuit. 

“Two of your favorite things in one,” said Miah teasingly and bumped into him. 

Sam snapped to attention with a soft blush, laughing it off. “Not at all. I’m just hungry, that’s all.” 

“When are you not hungry?” she asked. “Come on, let’s go.” 

He took one last look at the convention center as his girlfriend dragged him away, his eyes lingering one last time over Widowmaker’s larger-than-life butt. Sweet Jesus. They barely got here, and already he could consider the trip worth it. 

As his eyes swivelled back to his girlfriend, he could see her toned bubble butt moving under the tight jeans as she followed Google maps on her phone to get to the hotel. Sam noticed all the other guys staring after his girlfriend, at the soft tits that jiggled under her Captain America shirt and the long blonde hair that streamed down her shoulder. He could only imagine what went on in their heads. They had no right to think about her that way. 

Meanwhile Miah held on to him as if he were a child. When Sam moved across the street from Miah so many years ago and their friendship started, she was a straight-up tomboy that loved to torture any guy that came in sight. Now, years later, all the femininity that she had built up did nothing to diminish her boyish tendencies and constant desire for dominance. 

Sam himself remained much as he always had been. Honest, protective, and skinny despite his endless obsession with food - which his girlfriend often worried he loved more than her. He might’ve grown a shaggy beard in the meantime, bought a house for the two of them, and spent much of what he made to built them a nerd heaven with every gaming console they could’ve ever wanted and thousands of collectibles protected under glass.

Miah wanted to drop out of college to pursue her dream of becoming a cosplay model, and he supported her in that as well. Every day she made countless purchases that would end up boxed in their apartment, waiting to be used on future photoshoots that her fans requested. “All they want me to do is get more naked,” Miah would often say, teasing him mercilessly. As much as he enjoyed seeing her all dressed up, knowing others had pictures of her made it a little irritating. 

They arrived at the hotel and entered, at which point Miah left Sam standing in the lobby while she went to get their keys. Sam could see her smiling and brushing her hair back as she talked to the guy behind the curved counter, her breasts constantly getting squeezed together between her arms as she flaunted her cleavage. 

Goddamnit, Miah… Sam knew he should've gone there and reprimanded her for that kind of behavior, but she would just say she’s doing it to tease him. 

When she came back she was grinning and jingling the keys. “Come on, let’s go.”

“What was that about?” 

“I asked him for a little favor.” 

Sam waited patiently. When no reply came he asked, “Which was?”

“Oh. Well, I read that there’s a great pizza place in this town, but they don’t do delivery, and anyway we can’t order from a hotel. So I asked him pretty please if he couldn’t send someone to get some for us.”

“And he agreed?” 

Miah’s brows arched. “Is that even a question? It’s me that we’re talking about here.” 





//





The pizza boxes stood open and nearly empty on the bed before them while the two watched wrestling with bated breath. The bed and the TV setup weren’t nearly as nice as the ones at home, but it would have to do. Miah would’ve slept in the airport if it meant being able to go to a proper convention like the one they came for. One of the downsides of living in a smaller town was that nothing happened there. Without the internet, she wouldn’t even have had a career. 

As the break came on Sam gently slapped her ass and gave it a squeeze. “I feel like I can’t move.” 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have eaten that much.” She must’ve had - what? - three slices? “You have no self-control.” 

His hand went between her legs and found her pussy, at which point a shiver of arousal went through her. “As opposed to you?” he asked with a smile.

Miah laughed and rolled off the bed and jumped to her feet in a superhero position. “Stahp. Not allowed. Let the boys stop fighting first, then I’ll beat you.” 

“Such confidence.” 

“You bet.” 

Sam got up to go to the bathroom while Miah unzipped her bag to check her outfit for tomorrow. Then she saw it again. Stashed under her Rogue suit was the amulet she had purchased the week before. 

She had entered one of the antique stores when she went shopping with her mom, hoping that she might find some props for her cosplays. It was only when her mom went to talk to the owner about a vintage nightstand that she noticed the wooden box squatting in the corner. Carved in on the front was a representation of a man and woman, very Adam-and-Evesque, with two directional signs, going from the man to the woman and vice versa. 

Miah picked it up and dusted it off then read the back of the box. “... will allow the switching between loving partners.” What stupid crap, she thought with a smile. Yet she couldn’t resist opening the box. Inside she found an amulet that would’ve worked fine with most outfits. Do I really want to get this? It was priced at $365, but then… Sam made plenty of money. 

When her mom and the guy came back Miah got the amulet and took it home, finding herself wondering what it would be like if it did work. If she could swap with Sam, would she do it? Would he? A crazy notion to be sure, one dispelled quickly by the seller as well, who only referred to it as “a junk collector’s item.” Still… 

She hadn’t been able to resist bringing it along on the trip, if only to have some roleplay fun with Sam. She had remained indecisive about bringing it at all until finally taking out of the box and stashing it in her bag mere moments before leaving. And now here it was. Ready to be used.

Sam came back whistling happily when she held it out before him. “Here you go.” 

He stopped short and grinned. “Capitulating already? Why are Marvel heroes so weak?”

Miah clicked her tongue in annoyance. “It’s a magical amulet, you idiot.” 

“Okay… And what does your little amulet do?” 

“It swaps our bodies.” 

“Sure, very nice. I’ll play along. Go ahead. Swap us.” 

Miah swallowed. He sure was being jokey about it. “I’m serious. That’s what it’s supposed to do.” 

“I heard you. Use it.”

She nodded softly and took a deep breath, then brought it up and placed it around her neck. Nothing happened. A moment later Sam screamed and took a step back. “What the hell! Sam! I’m in your body now.” 





// 





Miah was annoyed with him even though he had done nothing wrong. He seriously thought he was meant to play along with the whole amulet thing. How was he supposed to know that his girlfriend genuinely believed it could be a magical amulet? 

He raised his eyes to look at her only to find her staring him down. “Watch the show,” she insisted. 

“Aren’t I?” 

“You aren’t being funny.” 

To think that they were going to argue out of a thing so stupid. Plus, if that amulet was for real, there were real considerations to have before using it. Would he seriously want Miah to have unlimited access to his body? That was just weird. At the same time… Sam always wondered what it was like to be her. What it was like to be a hot girl, in general. He had grown up in a manly a household as could be, so he couldn’t help but wonder what it would be like to pass through life as Miah did, wanted and adored by just about every guy that crossed her path. 

Once the show ended, Sam sighed and looked at her again. “Can we make peace?” 

“Do you think I’m stupid for buying this thing?” she asked in a low and embarrassed tone. 

“Not at all,” he said. “It’s kind of cute.” Sam reached up and touched it. “I think it’s--” 

The room swam around with him. For a brief second he experienced a crushing feeling a total emptiness until his senses came back and his view readjusted. As he tried to straighten himself and keep his vision from swimming, he… he noticed he was staring at himself.

The Sam in front of him stared right back, eyes almost blank, mouth slowly opening. “Oh my God,” he pronounced slowly. 

For some reason, all he could think was, Do I really sound that bad? 

It took what felt like an eternity to look down and reassess his situation. To see that instead of the lanky body he was used to carrying around everywhere, he now ogled at a beautiful pair of tits that sprung down his chest with the amulet hanging between them. “Holy shit...” he whispered, and heard Miah’s voice. His voice. 

“Baby,” said Sam, said himself, his body, said Miah. He - no, she - gripped his arm. “Are you okay?” 

“I…” He was in Miah’s body. In a woman’s body. The weight of his chest suddenly seemed overwhelming, and the softness of his hands combined with the length of the nails seemed both alien and unfamiliar.

“Honey. Calm down. You’re hyperventilating.” 

“No, I’m not…” 

“Yes, you are! I used to do that when I was stressed. Just calm down. Calm down…” 

How could he calm down? He was in her body. How… How was that even possible? Was he a woman now? Was this his body now? The very notion that Miah was now stuck in his own disgusting male body was absolutely abhorrent. 

“We need to switch back,” he said in her voice. “Right now.” 

“Just calm down!” Miah laughed with his body. “Like, this is incredible! We swapped bodies, Sam! That doesn’t just happen.” She seemed a lot more thrilled about it than he did. “You just need to relax,” Miah insisted. “We can change back at any point. Just… let’s try it out for a bit.” 

He glanced to the side to see her exploring his body already, hand going down into his pants. Jesus, but she is going for it. By comparison, he felt too intimidated. But he soon brought his hands up and began to squeeze her breasts - his breasts. 

They felt good. Even better that that he could feel what she felt. Experience.

“See,” said Miah, “it’s not that bad.”

“Y-Y-Yeah,” he stammered. “I guess.” 

“Maybe you should just go take a shower,” she suggested. “Do it by yourself. I was going to take a shower for tomorrow anyway.” 

Sam couldn’t have agreed any faster. Being alone right now seemed like a good idea. He got up, struggling to keep his walk in this new body as the placement of the weight threw him off his usual balance. Having tits certainly changed a lot. 

He went into the bathroom without another word and locked the door. Then he stripped out of all her clothes and gazed at the body that wasn’t his in the mirror. At the wide hips, the big and perfectly round tits, the toned stomach… Do I seriously look like this now? 

Sam began to caress his body - no, Miah’s body… - in the same slow way he always tried to do with her but always made her tickle instead. He moved his fingers over the smooth skin and supple curves, taking it all in, prodding the breasts with her finger to test their outstanding bounciness. 

This is so crazy.

And yet the whole thing made him aroused at well. It was a new feeling, somewhat different than the one he felt with his cock. Then he only wanted to stroke and get rid of it. Now he just wanted to get somewhere comfortable and spend hours fingering Miah’s body until he melted away in pleasure. The idea that… that he would have to take a dick in was not so appealing. That could be left for Miah alone. 

He got under the shower and turned on the water, taking his time with it as his palms moved over every inch of her incredible body. Damn, but she’s lucky to have access to this all the time. Just being able to squeeze those tits felt amazing. Relaxing. He wanted to spend days just playing around with them. 

Sam couldn’t make her body come. In truth, he didn’t even try that much - that was taking it one step too far for comfort. He got out of the shower and dried himself up, then wrapped a towel around his body and stepped out. 

In the bedroom, he found Miah - well, himself - lying on her back in bed, jacking off in the most awkward way imaginable. Just seeing her made him cringe and wonder if that would be hurting his dick in the long run.

“What are you doing?” he asked. 

Miah laughed grimly. “What does it look like? I’m trying to come.”

“You’re doing it all wrong.”

“Maybe you should come here and make me come instead.” 

Hearing that come out of his own body was disturbing. More disturbing still was the fact that he had no shred of desire in him to pleasure himself if he wasn’t in that body. It just seemed… gross. Who would want to touch a man’s ugly and bony body? 

“Come here,” Miah kept saying.

“I’m not sure I can do this. Maybe we should switch.” 

Miah gave him a long look and stood up. “Are you joking? I’ve done this for you thousands of times. I’m asking you to do it once. Don’t worry, I’ll do it for you after as well.” 

Do it for him? Surely she didn’t mean… “I’d rather you didn’t,” he stammered hurriedly.

“Well, isn’t this funny?” said Miah pointedly. “I love you for almost a decade and stay exclusively yours, and now as soon as you’re me, you don’t want me - that is, yourself - anymore.” 

“That’s not it at all!” 

“Then get here and make me come!” 

Her shout made him tremble. Sam never raised his voice at Miah, ever, unless it was in jest or trying to hurry her up to the car. To see her acting in such a dominant way with his own body was… scary. Especially since she could’ve decided to overpower him at any point and just… use him.  

Okay, so there are downsides to being a girl, for sure. 

There seemed no way out of this one. 

He went over to the bed and knelt in front of Miah, then dropped the towel aside. At once, he could see his own cock hardening in response. “Just pretend you’re still on this side of the fence if you’re so uncomfortable,” said Miah. 

Right. He lowered himself and grabbed her tits, then let them fall around his cock. He squeezed them together tightly, trapping the dick between the soft and warm flesh, then began to move them up and down. 

“Oh, fuck…” Miah moaned and dropped her head back. “That feels amazing. No wonder you want this all the time.” 

Sam had to admit, knowing he could make her so aroused was hot, even in this strange sort of swapped body scenario. His hold on her tits tightened, as did the pressure he applied to his cock. The paizuri intensified along with Miah’s moans, going as fast and as hard as possible, squeezing it harder between her breasts than any pussy ever could.

Miah trembled and came. Sam could feel the warm seed spread between her tits and going down her body. And I just showered. Miah laughed and got up to give her a kiss. It was odd… to kiss a guy… to kiss himself. 

“You did great, honey,” said Miah. “I’ve got a lot to learn from you.” 





//





Miah was unwilling to put an end to the experiment just yet. For all she knew, the amulet would never work ever again, and it was clear from Sam’s unwillingness that she might not get him to go through with it a second time. 

She watched with some amusement as Sam kept trying to get the cum completely off of her body, a stupid activity that she had wasted tons of time on over the years. Meanwhile, she just lay in bed and ate pizza. Relaxed, content, at peace. She could’ve died happy. 

Being a guy is fucking great. As much as she liked to turn heads and prep up her body as a work of art, this was just too chill and comforting not to like. Being a hot girl was like having a great job… but who wanted a great job when you could sit around and still be rich as fuck?

“I can’t believe the amulet worked,” she told him.

Sam sighed. “Me neither.”

“Don’t be so mad. You’ll be back in your body soon enough.” 

“I’m not mad. I’m just… I feel embarrassed.” 

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” Miah thought of how to present it to him in a way that would be acceptable. No doubt, he saw this as a wound to his manhood more than anything else. Maybe a little gay. Guys were stupid like that. “Just remember, you’re me now. You need to stop thinking that you’re Sam in my body. I’m Sam. You’re Miah. That makes it a lot easier and a lot less weird, wouldn’t you say?” 

“I mean… It’s hard to randomly think of myself as a girl.” 

You’ll get used to it. “Just put in a little effort for me. That’s all I’m asking. And don’t blow our cover tomorrow. I know some of these people. You’re going to have to make them buy into the idea that it’s really me in there.” 

“What does that even mean?...” 

“Like if a guy grabs my butt, don’t overreact. I never do that.” 

Sam narrowed his eyes. “Guys do that to you?”

“Sometimes. Honey, it’s a con. Even if they pretend it’s accidental, they know what they’re doing. Now you’ll know how little control I have over it.” He seemed even more paranoid and worried than before. “But it will be okay. After all, I’ll be there to protect you.” 

Just talking about it in this way made her hard. Protecting. Being strong. Who couldn’t grow to like this? 

Once they were in bed, Miah fell asleep as quickly as she always did, though she woke up early. At first she had no idea what woke her, until she felt the raging erection built up in her pants. Christ. 

Sam slept peacefully next to her, his girly body completely uninterrupted by any sexual needs in this predawn gloom. At first, Miah tried to stroke herself and come, just to get rid of it and go back to sleep.

That wasn’t working. 

Instead, she turned to her side and let her throbbing cock rest between Sam’s asscheeks. All those squats and days at the gym suddenly seemed even more worthwhile. She could feel the soft and pale cheeks put pressure on her needy dick - and it felt good.

Sam awoke as she began to rub up and down between his ass, the rock solid cock long enough now to dip all the way down towards her pussy. “Stop…” whispered Sam, trying to get away. 

Miah grabbed his hand and hushed him. “Shhh, just go back to sleep.” 

“While you’re rubbing against my ass?” 

She laughed at the innocence in his tone. “Come on, it’s not that bad, is it?” 

“It’s weird.” 

“Yet… you’re wet. So it must feel good.” 

“I mean… kind of.” 

Miah took that as encouragement. She wrapped her arms around his body and brought him closer, starting to grind against the bubble butt in earnest. “Fuck, it feels so good.” 

“D-D-Does it?” 

“Fuck yes! Baby, I want to fuck myself.” 

“Uhm…” Hesitation. “I don’t know.” 

“Listen, I promise, if it feels bad, or if it hurts, we’ll switch back immediately, okay? I take the responsibility. But I’ve been fucked enough times to know what I’m doing way better than you do.” 

It took awhile for the response to come, but it did: “Okay.” 

Miah didn’t need anything else. She slipped the cock with expert precision into Sam’s pussy and drove it as far up as it could go.

“Oh God…” he whispered, trembling. 

That’s right, take it, it’s your turn now, thought Miah with dark satisfaction. She held onto his curvy body and pumped his tight pussy, feeling the warm and wet walls wrap greedily around her cock. “Fuck, but I’m so tight!” she cried in a craze of pleasure. 

She brought her arms around and held Sam like a proper fucktoy, digging into his feminine body with all the mastery that came from knowing exactly what spot to hit and what to do. He was unable to fight back. He only moaned and shook in response, clearly overwhelmed by the pleasure that he felt. If only she could feel that as well. If she could, Miah would’ve loved to be on both ends at once. 

As she closed in on finishing, she thought of pulling out but decided against it. No doubt, Sam would be against her coming on his face or tits. So coming inside would be the best idea. He squeezed those soft tits, the very same ones she put on display on Instagram every day, thinking about how lucky she was to experience this, and filled her own womb with her boyfriend’s hot sperm. With the seed blessed by her own strokes.

Then she fell back, the wet cock slapping down on her stomach. “Jesus!... That was so fucking good. Holy shit.” 

Sam only shook with the endless orgasms she sent through him, unresponsive to anything that came from the exterior world. No doubt his whole body was flooded with a pleasure she had never experienced, ever. There was no way he could fuck her as expertly as she did just now. At least… Not until he’s me for a way longer time.  

This amulet thing sure had a lot of benefits. 

Miah slipped into sleep again, and when they next woke up it was the alarm that brought them to. She turned it off and got up, while Sam lazily stretched and felt up his new boobs some more.

“I see it’s growing on you,” said Miah with a smile.

Sam blushed and shook his head. “Don’t say that.” 

“Isn’t it?”

“It’s… not so bad.” 

She took out the two costumes she had prepared for them and laid them on the bed. The one she picked out for Sam had been a nice Gambit one from Etsy, since she had decided to go as Rogue before that. It was a bummer that she wouldn’t be able to wear it today, but at least she could experience it through Sam’s eyes instead. 

She slipped into her Gambit outfit in a couple of minutes, but when Sam came from the bathroom and saw the costume on the bed he frowned. “There’s no way I can fit into that.” 

Miah lifted one brow threateningly. “Are you calling me fat?” 

“Are you calling me crazy? That’s like kid-sized.” 

“Kind of,” she whispered, feeling almost proud at the body she maintained along the years. “Come on, I’ll help you dress up.” 

“Oh, Christ…” 

It was a good thing they woke up early, because it took forever to dress Sam up. <It’s too tight, I can’t feel my circulation. It hurts, it’s not stretchy. The fabric makes me too hot, I won’t be able to breathe.> God, men sure did love to complain. By her ordinary standards, this suit wasn’t even uncomfortable. Tight, maybe, but the material was meant to be skin tight and stretchy in spite of his whining. The craft was top notch. Bad outfits would squeeze your butt in and made it smaller than it was supposed to look. But this one was made to come down around each butt cheek, which made the bubble butt shape that much obvious and provocative. 

“I look so bad,” said Sam.

“Why, thanks,” snapped Miah.

“I don’t mean it like that.”

“Then I hope you shut up soon.” 

It took another half hour to properly fit the wig on, but by then the Rogue look and feel was perfectly captured. Especially with Sam’s current baby-faced pouting. “I think you’ll be a better Rogue than I could ever be.” 

Then they put on the iconic X-MEN jackets and headed out, Sam’s ass catching the glimpse of every person they passed by. 

Miah couldn’t be more happy and proud. She knew that people liked her but… They seemed to like her a lot.





//





Sam could only get that accustomed to being Miah. 

As soon as they reached the convention center, dozens of neckbeards came up begging to take pictures of her, while other hot girls cosplaying, presumably her friends, waved and invited him to take group shots. 

I’m Miah, he kept telling himself. I’m just a hot girl. The only way to get through today was to truly find a way to believe that for real. I’m Miah, he she repeated to herself. 

As they walked the halls, amazed at how much stuff there was to see and how many people had come, Miah Sam kept putting his hand down to pat his her ass. 

Keeping this shit straight is hard. His. Her. Yes, her brain hurt.

“Don’t do that,” she said. 

Sam gave her a look. “Why not?” 

“People are watching, and it’s embarrassing.” 

“God, but you’re a prude,” he said. “You’re going to destroy my legacy.” 

“I won’t, since tomorrow you’ll be back at it,” she said pointedly. “Today, I’m Miah. Tomorrow, you are.” 

That seemed to make her him - Fuck! - unhappy. But he needed to understand that she never wanted to be a cosplayer. She would have never chosen this. And there was just about zero chance that Sam could go back and take up her job. Zero. Thank God this will be over soon. This was a favor she would draw from forever. 

“Miah, it’s so great to see you!” one girl cried. 

She turned to face her, completely unaware of who this person might be. She wore a Black Widow outfit, the whole thing unzipped all the way down to her bellybutton. Her its weren’t that big, but the edges of them could be seen jiggling at the opening, and it wouldn’t have taken much to open it fully.

“Damn, girl, you look amazing!”

“Y-You too!” said Miah, trying to remember which one of Sam’s friends this was. 

Sam stepped forward and shook her hand. “You’re Emily, right? A fellow Marvel fan? I think my girlfriend’s told me about you,” he said, giving Miah a lingering look. 

“Awww, that’s so sweet.” Emily took her hands and twirled Miah around to get a view of her body. She whistled loud enough to get everyone’s attention. “Damn, that booty’s looking sexygood.” Is that a word? “Well, maybe I’ll see you two around, catch some foodsies together. Yeah?” 

“Sure thing.” 

As she ran off, Sam leaned in and said, “Let’s make sure we never see her again. She’s annoying.” 

“Then why is she your friend?”

“She’s not. But when your job is being social, you have to be everyone’s friend. That’s just how it is. You’ll see.”

“What if I don’t want to see?” 

They headed over to wait in line for one of the panels, at which point Sam grabbed her waist from behind. “What are you doing?” asked Miah, blushing. Her body was already heated up under the tight outfit. This was making it a lot worse. 

“Look at all those guys staring at you,” whispered Sam. 

Miah glanced at the overweight slobs at either side of them, all of them pretending to be taking pictures of the nearby decorations or other cosplayers, though she was clearly in-shot to be captured by all of them. What pervs… Was this what it was like to be Miah full-time? 

“You should be glad I’m here,” said Sam.

“I’m positively overflowing with gratitude.” 

“Now, now, don’t get sarcastic with me.” Without warning, he gently slapped her butt. “That might be in a picture too.” 

For some reason, that idea was insanely arousing. “Stop…”

As they went further in line, Sam’s hold on her tightened and he kept pushing his hardened cock between her ass. “I told you to stop!” 

Sam laughed darkly and brought his hands up to squeeze on her breasts while he grinded quietly against her ass. It was nearly dark in the corridor now, so there weren’t that many people to see, but…

Fuck, this is making me so horny, she thought. 

Instead of getting him to cut it out, she started grinding back, feeling the hardness of the huge dick between both their suits as it desperately tried to reach for her eager pussy. She tried not to think that much about this morning. Not because it was bad, but because getting fucked felt good. Great, if she was truly honest. Better than anything I ever felt before. 

Now they were almost there and she was dripping wet through her suit. “I’m going to get you for this,” she told Sam. “I promise you that.” 

“We’ll see about that, honey,” he said, and she could almost hear her own voice saying that word. 

Instead of stopping, he went harder at it, grinding so hard that the pressure reached her pussy and made it twitch in response, hardening her nipples like bullets in the suit. Unable to help himself herself, Miah moaned. 

The two last people that were in front of them turned to look, amazed by what was going on.

“St-- Ahhhh….” God, it feels so good. It was the only thought that passed through her head. 

“I’m much better at being a guy than you are, don’t you think?” 

But all she could do was cry out in pleasure.





//





Sam rushed Miah back to the hotel, eager to fuck her wet pussy. It seemed that her boyfriend had truly grown to accept his role. She had told him to pretend to be her, but she never expected that he would take on being a woman just so quickly. He now talked about himself as a girl and referred to himself as Miah even when no one was around. 

He went she/her pretty quickly, thought Sam. She had grown somewhat detached from her original body, and surprisingly quickly, but only because having a guy’s body was so fun. Thinking herself as Sam was super easy, especially since it could pass for both genders. Still, she couldn’t quite get to thinking herself as a guy. And if this experience was proof of anything, it was that she was more dominant and more of a guy deep down than her boyfriend - now Miah - had ever been. 

Sam threw Miah down on the bed as soon as they got home and practically tore the outfit off of her. Sam’s own cock throbbed with need to be in that tight pussy, and she shoved it deep inside her girlfriend’s pussy, turning Miah’s head around to gaze into her eyes. “You like that, you slut, don’t you?” 

Miah’s mouth and eyes gaped open. There was such conflict in those eyes. “Yes,” she admitted. “I love it.” 





//





Miah did not receive as much attention dressed up as Bulma as she had the day before. Many younger kids seemed totally unaware of who she was even supposed to be, while the same people that saw her the day before were unable to recognize her.

“Maybe this is for the better,” said Sam. He himself wore the Vegeta costume he had prepared, feeling quite content and happy about it, and high-fiving every other Vegeta that he came across.  

A little too friendly with those other guys, aren’t you? Miah wondered. Though she was a girl now and he was a boy, it didn’t mean he didn’t like guys still. After all, Miah herself still glanced at all the busty chicks they passed by feeling rather curious, idly wondering who else she’d like to be for a day. 

Somehow, Sam had convinced her to be a girl until the end of the convention. That wasn’t so hard, given how good the sex felt when they were at the hotel, but she did very much want to go back to normality. To be Sam again. Just a normal guy. 

For now, there was still revenge to be had for the previous day.

Sam dragged her to one of the Marvel panels he was dying to see, but the place was so crowded they were at the very back at the room, barely hearing the guests, their nostrils dying with the smell of the neckbeards all around them. 

Miah could see how intent he was at paying attention, at which point she tried something new. Something devious. She made a grab for his cock through the Vegeta suit, and began to feel it up.

This time Sam looked at her with surprise and swallowed hard. “What are you doing?”

Miah grinned. “Nothing.” 

He clearly wanted her to stop so he could pay attention, but… “That feels good,” he said, breathing hard.

“Is that right?” 

“Yes. Don’t stop.” 

Now it was his time to moan like an idiot while others watched. “I bet you feel stupid.” 

A laugh escaped him. “Don’t get cocky. It’s me who has the dick.” 

That might’ve been true, though Miah liked having this kind of power over him. She… never really exerted this much power in the relationship, ever. This was a new thing. 

A good thing. 

Sam couldn’t take it anymore. He walked out of the panel and they left the con early again, this time getting to the hotel to find out there was a posh evening party taking place on the floor just above them. From the balcony, they craned their necks and saw people chatting together and holding their drinks.

“Why is this allowed?” said Miah, annoyed. 

Sam only looked at her and grinned. He turned her around and slowly undressed her, letting her naked body bask in the sunlight. Their balcony faced one of the parks in the city, and below them they could see all sorts of people passing by, from school kids, to older couples, to businessmen rushing down the subway.

“Wait…”

Sam wasn’t listening. He pushed her against the railing, the metal pushing into her soft breasts, and grabbed her hips in preparation as he rubbed his hard cock against her pussy. 

“Baby,” Miah insisted. “People will see me.”

“Oh, they’ll hear you too. I’m counting on it.”  

What could she do but allow him to do precisely as he wanted and fuck her pussy raw? The juices were already flowing out of her to the extent refusal would be impossible. To think that she would get wet so easily… so constantly… she had never recalled the real Miah getting wet this much or this often. 

I’m a bigger slut than she ever was.

It was an odd thing to consider. Right as the big dick slipped inside of her again, stretching out the sensitive walls of her pussy, she thought back on how only a few nights ago she was still Sam. Still a guy. Why did that seem so strange now? So… difficult to go back to? 

Sam seemed completely uninterested in any deeper thinking. He only grabbed on and thrusted as hard as he could into her, cock already dripping with warm seed, all ready to fill her up. Above they could hear the soft music from the party and far below they could see a few heads turning up to look at them.

Miah couldn’t help herself from moaning. Screaming as the dick hit deep inside of her and pushed the waves of seed into her open womb. To think that… To think that one could ever feel so good… Having your pussy filled truly was amazing. 

What made it better was to know that all these people could hear her. Watch her. Know her to be such a slut. She could only imagine what would happen if someone took a photo and it ended up linked to Sam’s original Instagram account. They’ll all… recognize me as that slut. 

The thought only made her come that much harder.



//





The final day started with a small fight. Cosplaying as Wonder Woman and Batman, Miah’s favorite heroes since she was a little boy in Sam’s body, they wanted to go to different panels. Miah wanted the DC one, while Sam insisted on going to another Marvel one since Miah had “ruined” the one the day before. 

“I need to see the new Avengers trailer,” Sam insisted. “DC movies are always shit anyway. You know that.” 

“No way!” cried Miah. “So far everything we did was your idea. No. We won’t go to another Marvel panel.” 

In the end, they reached an odd compromise. For a long time they had been dragging around an egg vibrator with them with the intent to use it, but Sam, back when he was still Miah, refused to do it, especially in public. The deal was that Miah had to wear it inside for the whole day while Sam got to keep the remote.

In the end, she agreed reluctantly and slipped it snugly between her pussy lips. Sam turned it on and immediately laughed at the awkward way she moaned and squeezed her legs together.

“Wow, you’re weak!”

“Don’t do that!” cried Miah.

“It’s literally the lowest speed!” 

When they got to the place this time, the convention center was almost completely full. They managed to get through most of the crowds until they were on the main floor, at which point dozens of people came from the crowd asking to take pictures with Miah. 

Sam accepted before Miah could say a thing, offering to take the shots for them. This time dozens of sweaty neckbeards were lined up, each one stammering in turn to tell her how much they liked her shoots and how they were going to put even more to her Patreon after this encounter. 

To say that they brushed against her would be an understatement. At first they touched her minimally, letting a hand slide down her shoulder or bumping against her hips. Sam, though, encouraged them to “show their love” for both Miah and Wonder Woman in the photos. With that in mind, the pervs started to push up against their, trying to get their dicks against their ass and wrapping their fat arms around her waist so that the undersides of her tits brushed against them. A few of the more daring ones went so far as to rest their hands on her ass and give her tits a playful squeeze, which simply delighted Sam. 

Miah kept struggling to adjust the super-tight Wonder Woman top around her boobs, doing her best not to lose control. But that control was nearly all lost the moment Sam turned on vibrator. Just as an obese neckbeard held her in his arms, posing for the camera, she let out a soft moan, feeling the egg sending tremors from the depths of her pussy. 

“Haha, wow!” cried Sam from behind the camera, feigning innocence. “Seems Wonder Woman really likes you, pal. Why don’t you give her a quick smooch?” 

Miah had no time to even process what was happening when those fat lips smacked right against hers, immortalizing the moment. For good measure, the neckbeard gave her breasts a lingering squeeze. 

When they were together again, Miah said, “You’re crazy.” 

Sam grinned. “Not at all. I mean, it’s my body, remember? I couldn’t even experience it, so there’s nothing for you to be jealous of. Now, if you’re not going to be good, I’ll put all that stuff straight to the Insta.” 

“You really are crazy.” Though she couldn’t help but giggle in response. She was so fucking wet. And that vibrator wasn’t stopping either. Thinking about all those creeps touching her, touching that perfect body while she just stood by and took it with Sam watching… That was hot.

They went to the DC panel and watched most of it unfold, much to Miah’s childlike delight. When the Q&A session came up, Sam insisted she go in line and wait to ask her question as well. “Go, don’t be shy.” 

Well, she was feeling very shy as soon as she stood in line, since plenty of guys were eyeing her, and the one right behind kept trying to bump into her ass and feel it up. Goddamned pervs. She needed to get fucked so hard right now. 

There was one last person ahead of her when she looked back and waved to Sam. Suddenly, the spotlight was on her, and the woman with the mic came up, complimenting her on her costume. 

“Thanks a lot I-- AAAHHH!” 

The vibrator turned up out of nowhere, going so hard and fast inside of her that Miah nearly tripped and fell. The guy behind her caught her, his fingers sinking into her breasts, and lifted her back up.

“Are you OK, hun?” asked the woman. 

“I…” She was going to kill Sam. It was so fast. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. It was like a nuke was about to go off inside of her tummy. Like her whole body was melting wet in the suit. Shaking and teeth clattering, she struggled to open her mouth and speak properly. She couldn't embarrass herself. Not in front of all these people. Not even more than this. 

In the end, she managed to pull through, doing her best not to lose her shit while all eyes were on her. As soon as she stepped away, she could feel her pussy letting go, and her back arching as she stepped back towards spam, spasming from the intense orgasm at the same time. 

She sat back down next to him and tried to punch at his crotch until he turned it off. 

Sam laughed and put his arm around her. “I’m glad we came. This was so worth it.” 





//





They were packing up to go home and to finish with their experiment. Miah had to admit that she was done being Sam as well. It was fun while it lasted, but she wanted to get back to her body. Though she could only imagine the amount of questions that were pouring in from all the people that met “her.” 

Sam asked if he could shower in her body one last time. “Knock yourself out,” Miah told him. “You’ve earned it.” 

She folding the suits when he came out of the shower with a desperate look, water dripping from every inch of her body. “I can’t get it out.” 

“What do you mean you can’t get it out?” 

“I mean it’s too deep. I can’t lodge it out.” 

It was time to play the part of the guy for one last time. 

Miah undressed and took Sam back into the bathroom, then pushed her own curvy body against the wall. “W-What are you doing?” he asked. 

“Helping you.” 

She shoved the hard dick inside her boyfriend’s pussy one last time, feeling the joy of getting to dominate him with his own tool. This whole thing drove her so wild that just after a few pumps she was ready to shoot him up full of warm seed. Miah thrust the cock as deep as it could go and came, holding the limp body in her arms like a ragdoll. Sam moaned but said nothing, only came and rolled his eyes.

When the vibrator still refused to came out, Miah let go and started to piss inside her own body. She had always wanted Sam to do something like that to her, and since he hadn’t, she would at least do it to herself. The warm piss streamed out between the tiny opening left by her cock, Sam’s womb getting enlarged by the combination of pussy and cum. 

At last, Miah pulled out, and reached down to spread that tight pussy wide open. Shivering wildly, Sam produced the egg. “See, I’ve always got a plan,” she told him. 





//





They showered together and fucked for one last time. Sam had been fucked enough to last him a lifetime. It felt good to get filled up that way, but Christ, he wouldn’t be able to take that every single day. How Miah could was amazing. 

She came to the bed a few seconds later holding the amulet and put it around Sam’s neck. “Ready?” 

“Ready.” 

Reluctantly, Miah reached out with his hand and touched the amulet. 

Finally.

Sam waited… but nothing happened. “I don’t understand,” he said, already panicked.

Both went paralyzed with fear, and in the end Miah had to call her mom and ask her to go to her house. She pretended she needed to know the details from the amulet’s box for her cosplaying, and her mom followed along with each step, till she sent the two a pic of the underside of the box. 

“... can not go back if one of the partners gets pregnant,” they both said at the same time. 

“Excuse me?” they could hear her mom ask over the phone. 

Miah ended the call and turned her phone off. “Holy shit.” 

“That can’t be!” cried Sam. “I’m… I’m you? Forever now?”

She remained stunned. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Me neither! You’re gonna… You’re gonna have to go back to my job. And learn how to code.” 

“You realize that’s impossible!” 

“Well, then what? What will we do? This was your idea!” 

Miah shook her head and stood up. “We’ll find a way out of this. For now, just calm down. I just won’t go back to your job, that’s all. I have way more followed on Patreon now. We’ll be alright.” 

He collapsed on the bed next to her. “Jesus. I’m a girl now. Forever.”

“Hey, you got a good deal. It’s not so hard to be me. You just have to work hard to maintain that body. I’ll just become a full time photographer, maybe. I did enjoy it today. And I always wished before I had another body. Now I kind of have my wish. You just have to listen to me,” she stressed. “Do as I tell you.” 

Right, thought Sam, that sure worked out the first time. 

"I can't believe we're having a baby," she said.

I can't believe I'm having a baby. 

