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New Year, New You

Added 2022-12-31 12:32:40 +0000 UTC

December 30th
7 PM — Dubai

The night was settling on the 30th of December.

We had been away on an important project in Dubai. Both of us flew home on red-eye flights for a rushed Christmas with our respective girlfriends before flying right back. Even though the office would be closed during New Years, we had to be in country and on call. It sucked. But it paid the bills. Big time.

Aldous had made the resort sound like a big joke.

"Pack your laptop and stuff for the weekend. Buy some champagne. We're going remote."

I looked up from the kitchen table of our corporate apartment. Papers strewn across it. Coffee getting cold. A half-eaten pastry.

"Remote?"

"To a resort." He held up his phone to show me a lavish advertisement. "I've already booked it. My girlfriend would kill me if we booked it at normal price. But they have a deal for New Years."

"It says Couples New Year Weekend." I rubbed my temples. "And we're not a couple."

He smirked and tossed something onto the table. "Now we are."

I eyed the pink pills warily. "Oh no. I'm not doing that."

"Come on. The resort is on me. There's a pool. A huge suite. We've just spent three days running around an office with tons of people. We need a break. Don't be the reason we sit here in this stuff corporate flat over New Years."

"Why does it have to be me?"

"Because it's your fucking turn, Joe. Remember. I dolled up and flirted with Prince Whatsit so we could seal the oil deal? Think about it — you owe me. Think of the commission we got from that. We made big bucks just because I bounced some titty for an hour."

"But this is an entire weekend."

"So what. Go sunbathing. Enjoy yourself. What does it matter as long as you are at the resort?"

"Sigh." I slid the pills on the table between my hands. "Are you sure this is a good idea?"

"Trust me. It'll be great."

"Fine."

December 31st
The Resort

I'll have to hand it to Aldous. He was right about the resort. And while the change was a bit painful, the soreness subsided quickly, and I felt breezy and ready for the pool as we rolled up to the front entrance that morning.

I stepped into the opulent resort lobby, but was distracted — I had to pee. I nearly walked into the wrong restroom, but I corrected and stepped into a lavish woman's restroom. I stood for a moment taking it in. There was a couch, an ornate vase full of tampons, perfume, soft towels. It looked like someone could move in there, and honestly, I couldn't imagine any men's restroom being this nice.

I went to the stall. The change was striking. I noted the absence of my cock as I slid my panties down. I had shaved, but left a tuft of public hair. I would be home in two weeks and I didn't want my girlfriend to notice any changes down there, especially since the rest of the hair on my body had fallen out the moment my breasts started budding.

I peed. My legs spreading slightly at the relief as I had been holding it for the last twenty minutes of the trip. A little moan crossed my lips and I caught it, pressing my teeth into my bottom lip.

I had thought my throat would have tightened during my change, but instead if felt more open and freer. The sound of my voice, rendered melodious, sweet and dripping with feminine ease, made me feel funny, and I resolved to not get too attached to it.

The day went quickly, and we settled in for a nice night. I ordered room service and a bottle of champagne for the hell of it.

It was 11:58 PM. Which meant it was 11:58 AM in Oregon, where later that night our girlfriends would be spending their New Years with friends and family.

By midnight Oregon time I would be a man again, facetiming my girlfriend and wishing her a Happy New Year. It was the perfect arrangement.

My auburn hair tickled my neck and shoulders as I readied the champagne for Aldous and I. It had been a perfect break, a nice New Years. Quiet and relaxing. I had to hand it to Aldous. He knew how to take a bad situation and turn it into gold. I felt aflutter. Exuberant. Lithe on my feet. As I picked up the glasses, I thought of the small black case in my laptop bag, the one with a huge diamond ring for my girlfriend. This was going to be an incredible year.

"Well, Aldous. Happy New Year."

The clock struck midnight. We could hear fireworks exploding in the distance.

Aldous stood up. "I've had fun today, Joe."

"Yeah, me too. You really took care of us and I appreciate that."

He stepped forward. "And Joe, one more thing."

It's not like I hadn't looked at them. Hadn't stood a long time in the mirror. Hadn't touched them.

It's not like I hadn't pulled my clothes off and taken a long shower after the pool.

It's not like I hadn't fought my hand staying in place as it washed my pussy.

Buttons flew, dancing across the floor in all directions as my tits were exposed to the air.

"Aldous."

"Josephine."

Fuck.

"We have girlfriends."

"You're prettier than our girlfriends."

I blushed. "That may be, but we are coworkers."

"Right now you don't look like my coworker. Do you feel like my coworker?"

"I. . . I. . . " I tried to answer. I felt a heat building in my pelvis. I felt backed into a corner.

"Have you touched yourself yet?"

"No."

My phone Is ringing in the other room. I recognize the ringtone. It's the one I have set for my girlfriend.

Oh fuck.

I'm coming.

What happened?

I just let him.

I watched him fall to his knees. I watched him strip off my panties.

I just let him.

Why did I do that?

Oh fuck!

I'm coming again.

"That's a good girl. Take that cock."

Oh, fuck. The way he is talking to me. . .

"You have the best fucking tongue, Jo. That's right. Keep your lips open and your tongue on the underside of my cock. Let me fuck your mouth. Let me fuck it."

I plant my hands between my thighs. My pussy is swollen and dripping to the floor beneath me. I feel vulnerable and submissive. Aldous holds my head in place and slips his hard, throbbing cock in and out of my mouth. His precum mingles with my spit, it's salty and sweet and I revel in how fragrant the aroma of it is in my nostrils. It makes me drip all the more.

He's penetrating me. He's fucking me. And I'm letting him. My mind reels. I can't help it. Ever since he fucked my pussy with his tongue as I stood at the mantle, I've wanted his cock in my mouth.

"Jo. You have the best mouth my cock has ever felt."

I can't speak. I just listen.

"Did you like that? Did you like my cock in your mouth?"

I remain still. I don't nod like I want to. I don't reveal how absolutely mindbending the last twenty minutes have been.

He licks his lips and I think of his tongue licking mine. Oh god, my tight pink pussy is aching so much right now. It's thinking how Aldous's tongue and fingers felt moving, pushing in, playing.

"Aldous. We need to stop."

"Then why are you stroking my cock?"

"Because you need to come. I'll give you a handjob. It's been fun, but we need to reach a conclusion quickly before I go absolutely crazy."

"So you like this?"

"Of course I like it. I want to suck your cock all night." Oh fuck, I bite my lip but the words are already out.

He smiles. "Then why don't you?"

"Aldous." I pout my lips. "Here." I work my hand up and down. "I want you to come. I'll stroke you until you come. You can even come on my tits. And then we'll order some drinks, get a little sleep, and call our girlfriends for New Years."

"No." He shook his hand. "I'm not going to come this way. I need to feel you."

My body shook. A string of fluid dripped from my bulging pussy lips. "Oh fuck, Aldous. Don't make me fuck you. I might lose my mind."

"No one is making anyone do anything. Do you realize you keep stroking my cock?"

I blushed. "I can't let go of it."

"Just think how your pussy will feel."

Oh fuck. I sigh audibly and work his cock faster, hoping he will come between my fingers.

"Trust me."

"That's right, Jo. Take your time."

. . .

"Follow where it leads."

. . .

"Take me as deep inside of you as you want."

. . .

I grip him. I slide. Enjoying the sensation of being full.

I lift, then sit. It's natural. The moment you are on a cock you start. You want it. You want to fuck it. You want it fucking you.

I'm shaking. The room spins. My nipples stiffen on my new tits. I swivel my hips. I polish Aldous's cock. It glistens with my feminine juices. They coat him and roll down his balls. I'm making more all the time. It let's me slide. And work. And fuck.

He's getting harder every minute that goes by.

I make him hard.

He pulls me back and pistons his cock until I come. Then he does it again. I scream and moan. I say his name. I tell him to fuck me harder. I whisper fuck until my body erupts. Then I merely whimper vowels and wait for the next orgasm. And my Aldous delivers. I come in waves.

I think of the naive version of me. The one who picked up the glasses. I think of her panties being stripped off for the first time. The first kiss on my pubic mound.

I walked into this.

I walked into this so easily.

I didn't stand a chance.

A naive and well-meaning feminine version of Joe, preparing champagne for his friend and coworker to enjoy with him.

And now?

When he told me he was going to come, I moaned out "Yes!" and fell back.

I moaned this because I was getting him off.

I wanted to get him off.

He pulled me back to him. Pulled me firmly. I squeezed my thighs together, gripping his cock. His cock was there, still inside of me. Where it belonged. Thick. Pumping. Giving shot after shot of heat. Coating my pussy. Shooting deep. Rope after rope of Aldous's concentrated seed. Adding to the presence of his thick pumping cock to fill me to the brim completely.

My girlfriend insists we use condoms. I thought of my womb. Of how fast and loose this is. Of Aldous and I playing Russian Roulette with my new fertility. Of his genetic information mingling with mine. I swear I can feel my ovaries humming to life, taken in a sort of magnetic resonance with his testicles. They lift and seize, firing their contents down Aldous's thick cock to empty inside of me. My ovaries buzz. . . Or maybe I'm just coming again.

Yes!

Oh god, what if my womb is open for business? What if his sperm is already on its way to flood through the gates of open cervix?

He pumps again. I'm spread. My knees are weak. I take his seed — the extention of his being. Inside my ovaries wait millions of eggs — the extention of what I've become. The pleasure of sex is a deception, to lead us right into this situation. Even if I stuck my finger inside of me and tried to remove his sperm from the walls of my pussy, I would fail. We're commited to what happens now.

Besides — I can't stand up. I won't. I refuse to. I push my pussy hard into him and grip his cock with a purr. I need it. I milk it. Expectant of every last drop. Please. The head of his cock taps my cervix lightly. He pumps again. I welcome the warmth. So deep.

I think of my cervix — it's what the head of my penis was converted to when it buried itself inside of me during the change. My cock head settled into place, grew pinker, and assumed a new duty: Guarding my womb. That is, of course, until I would change back in time for a New Years call with my girlfriend. Then it would make the return journey, converting back into it's old self, pushing out from me and returning to its place at the head of my cock.

But what if it has other ideas? What if it's not interested in returning? What if it's tired of futily firing shot after shot of come into a condom?

What if it wants to receive? I imagine it — a new creature for only half a day and my only defense — opening inside of me. I know I should be afraid. But I'm lost in the idea of it deciding my fate.

Aldous's pulses grow farther apart. He pulses again, deep inside of me, and it makes me come again. I'm losing count of my orgasms. And I love how deep feels. I guess this is to say: I realize I don't miss my cock. I put all my weight into Aldous and take him as deep as I can. My clit firms up shallow in my sex. My nipples press into our hands. I guess this is being erect for a woman. It feels more powerful than a cock ever did.

Clouds of sperm expand outward within my feminine sex. My pussy is soaking wet, inviting them upwards. They seek their goal and naturally as instinct led me to fuck. He pumps for the last time. My eyes cross. How much more? Haven't you given me enough to work with, Aldous?

You did it Aldous. You started a race inside of me. There may be no winner. I may still get out of this with my manhood intact. But now it may be best to sip our champagne and enjoy the rest of our night.

. . .

That is, if we didn't have a problem.

You're getting hard again, Aldous. Aren't you?

And quite suddenly, my clit swells.

I feel like helping you, Aldous.

Jo feels like making you harder.