Model: Natassia Dreams, Aubrey Kate & Kayleigh Coxx
Chad’s memories of the night before seeped in slowly as the dawn sunlight coaxed him awake. For a little while his mind lingered on the fringes of sleep, as if his body was waiting for him to remember it all before he came to his senses.
He could recall the start of the night, confidence and anticipation surging through him as he took to the poker table. Later came the thrill of victory and the beautiful blonde giggling and flirting, her intentions clear in every suggestive squeeze of her cleavage and bite of her lip. Girls like her were in plentiful supply at Metamorphose – shallow sluts eager to throw themselves on any winner – and he’d been more than willing to indulge her.
He recollected the strange feeling at the bar as his mind went fuzzy and his body started to change; the realisation he’d been spiked as he sank to his knees, vision suddenly framed in blonde; the arms of his hookup around his shoulders, guiding him to the safety of her room away from the lecherous stares.
He remembered their frantic passion as the desires of his new body became too much to contain. He’d been so desperate for cock that it came as a delight to find the blonde was packing a dick of her own, which he rode and rocked against until they both collapsed in a tangle of flesh and sweat.
Even Chad’s last thought before sleep was fresh in his mind: everything will be back to normal when I wake up.
So when he awoke to the weight of tits on his chest, the brush of the covers on soft flesh, and a veil of golden hair across his vision, Chad immediately descended into a blind panic.
Springing from the bed he scrambled through to the living area of his hookup’s accommodation. Like everywhere else in Metamorphose Casino the place was both modern and luxurious, and a large mirror stretched from floor to ceiling on one wall.
If it weren’t for the fact that he was staring at his own reflection, he would have considered the woman in the mirror very beautiful. With long platinum blonde hair splayed over tanned shoulders, swooping curves begging to be groped, and a sensual physique that looked capable of extracting every last ounce of pleasure from any lover she lured to bed, his new body was truly stunning. Between his thighs his small, shaved she-cock was an echo of what it had once been as a man.
‘What’s wrong, gorgeous?’
Mia’s smooth, sultry voice was close in his ear. He had been so lost in panic he hadn’t heard her approach, but now her body was pressed against his back and her arms looped around to hold him close. Like Chad, she was naked – their clothes still scattered across the bedroom floor where they had tossed them the night before – and her skin was warm and arousing against his.
But that wasn’t enough to calm him this time.
‘It’s not worn off. Why am I still like this? I should be back to normal by now. I can’t be stuck like this! I can’t! We have to find a way to change me back. I have a life, a career – I’ll be ruined!’
Throwing off Mia’s arms Chad staggered away. But with the shock sapping his strength he didn’t make it more than a few feet before his legs folded beneath him and he crumpled to the floor.
Again Mia joined him. As he continued to babble she knelt down and took him gently by the arm. ‘It’s okay. Everything is going to be alright. You’re where you’re supposed to be. I promise you’ll get used to it – I did.’
A little of Chad’s panic ebbed and was replaced by confusion. And just a sliver of fear. ‘You mean you were spiked too?’
The delighted giggle Mia gave then was somehow erotic and chilling all at once. ‘Oh you silly thing. I thought you would have worked it out by now: you weren’t spiked.’
‘No, you weren’t.’
The new voice made Chad jump. He hadn’t heard the third woman enter the room – though with how much he’d been fretting that wasn’t exactly surprising. Hair the colour of midnight swept down in dark waves around a pretty face currently twisted into a wicked smile. Her sumptuous figure was mesmerising, with enticing curves wrapped in a tight white dress that contrasted with her dark flesh and was stretched taut across her incredible rack. Long, flawless legs descended from the hem, the morning light reflecting softly off the hairless skin. Already tall, her height was boosted even further by a pair of red stiletto heels, causing her to tower above the two kneeling blondes.
‘Hello, Mistress,’ Mia smiled, her tone thick with unsuppressed longing. Sensing motion in the corner of his vision, Chad realised Mia was touching herself as she eyed the new arrival. ‘This is Chad. I bought him here, just like you asked. Did I do good, Mistress?’
‘Very good,’ the woman nodded. ‘Now how about you give me and Chad a little space? We have business to attend to.’
Obediently Mia hopped to her feet and scurried back into the bedroom. Though Chad couldn’t take his eyes off the gorgeous black woman, he heard the rustle of covers as Mia sprang onto the bed, after which a series of quiet groans made it clear she was once again stroking herself as she watched them through the open door.
Chad suddenly felt very vulnerable. A gazelle separated from the herd.
And when the woman grinned, it was the hungry expression of a lioness. ‘It’s a pleasure to meet you, Chad. My name is Naomi.’
‘I… I don’t understand. Did you do this? Are you the reason I haven’t changed back?’
‘That depends how you assign the blame. Mia was the one who bought you that drink of Trans-quila Sunrise, but I was the one who told her to buy it. So I guess you could call it a joint venture.’
Naomi’s frank admission was a slap to the face. When Mia had offered to buy him a drink Chad had simply assumed she wanted to get him tipsy enough to do away with his inhibitions before they inevitably fucked. But now the realisation caused his panic to freeze in his veins.
‘Listen, I don’t want any trouble,’ he said, trying to keep the tremor from his voice. ‘If you just turn me back I promise I won’t breathe a word about any of this.’
Naomi’s devious smirk didn’t falter. ‘Didn’t I mention? There’s no going back for you, Chad. Not now. Not ever.’
Before he’d had time to process her words, the woman’s hand closed around Chad’s neck. As he was dragged to his feet he caught a glimpse of Mia in the other room – legs spread, cock hard, smile wide – then Naomi was behind him, her other hand arcing around to clamp his bare breasts and hold him tight against her curvy body.
‘Chad Graves is dead,’ she hissed, her words hot in his ear. ‘You’re just my plaything now – my naughty, needy little whore. You’ve spent so much time in Metamorphose I thought you’d know by now: Trans-quila is orgasm-activated. Every orgasm in a Trans-quila body extends the transformation time while also making you even hornier. With how long you spent riding Mia’s cock last night you’ll be stuck like this for several months at least.’ Her voice lowered, danger in every syllable. ‘And once I’m finished with you, you’ll have finished so many times not even the casino’s strongest Macho Mule could change you back.’ With a soft chuckle, she ran her tongue up the side of Chad’s neck. ‘I think I’ll call you Cherry.’
Chad knew he should be fighting back; he knew he should throw off Naomi like he had Mia and bolt for the door. And yet despite everything the kiss of Naomi’s skin on his was electric; the press of her hands on his throat and tits was an erotic promise; the thrill of something hard bulging within the crotch of Naomi’s dress was an irresistible temptation.
To his horror, Chad realised he wanted Naomi more than he wanted to escape.
‘Please. Please let me go,’ he tried. But there was no conviction in his words, and even as he said them he lowered his hands to caress Naomi’s legs.
Another lick of his neck; another chuckle. ‘We both know you don’t want that. All that fucking last night, it’s given you a taste for it. For this body. For this pleasure. Do you honestly think you’d be able to last a day without succumbing to the lust inside?’ As she spoke Naomi ground her crotch against Chad’s ass, his hole aching to be filled. ‘Within hours you’d be begging to be used until you couldn’t think straight. That’s assuming you could even string enough words together to beg – personally I think you’d just end up ordering sex toys on room service and fucking your own brains out. Because that’s who you are now – a shameless nympho addicted to pleasure.’ Catching Chad’s wrist, Naomi guided his hand under the hem of her dress; beneath it her cock was hard and twitching. ‘Do us both a favour and stop trying to pretend you don’t want this.’
Unable to resist, Chad’s fingers curled around her rod. A few seconds later he began to stroke.
The noise Naomi made in his ear was somewhere between a growl and a laugh. ‘Good girl. Don’t fight it. You belong to me now, and you always will do.’
Lust and desire were bubbling up through Chad’s insides like a pot about to boil over. His hand moved on instinct rather than of his own volition, but the longer he jerked Naomi’s she-cock the more natural it felt. Swamped with more and more arousal by the second, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he gave in to it completely.
But there was still one question Naomi hadn’t answered.
‘Why me? You said you told Mia to transform me. What did I ever do to you?’
He could hear Naomi’s grin in her voice. ‘It’s not about what you did to me. It’s about what you’re going to do for me. And I know exactly what you can start with.’
Chad didn’t need any orders to know what Naomi was expecting when she reclined on the nearby sofa and pulled her dress up above her tits. Her hard she-cock jutted up at the ceiling and she groped her fat rack as she saw slutty glee spark in his eyes.
As he joined her on the couch Chad kept telling himself the only thing he was hungry for was answers. Yet the taste of her dick was infinitely more satisfying than the explanations she gave as he bobbed his head to feed on her. As he did so his eyes fell on Mia in the other room, her head tilted back as she edged herself.
‘She was like you once,’ Naomi said, her voice a little higher than before as she spoke through the pleasure. ‘Wealthy, successful, smart – and totally addicted to the gambling life. She knew how high the stakes were, but she also knew how good she was. But guys like you and her always forget that in Metamorphose the game doesn’t stop when you leave the table.’
As she continued, Naomi’s hands sank from her breasts to the sofa and she began to thrust slowly up into Chad’s hungry lips.
‘I did exactly what she did to you last night: I hit on her after a big win, turned her on enough that she was too busy ogling me to notice what drink I was ordering her, bought her back to my room when she transformed, fucked her until she was desperate for more. By the next morning she was practically begging to sign all her wealth over to me. Anything to stay as my little cocksleeve.’
Naomi paused for a few seconds, briefly rendered speechless as Chad inhaled her to the base. When she continued her voice was shuddering. ‘The thing is, I’m a woman of expensive tastes. It took almost a year, but by now I’ve burned through nearly all Mia’s money. Luckily, I know a few of the casino’s staff, and in exchange for a night in bed with me and Mia one of them was happy to point me in your direction. According to him you’ve got enough in the bank to keep me living like a queen for at least the next decade. I know it’s a bit of a fall from grace, but trust me, pretty soon you’re going to wonder how you ever lived without my body to worship.’
While Naomi had been speaking Chad had felt his mind gradually draining away. By now there were only the faintest echoes of his former panic, his inhibitions almost completely erased by a hungry, all-consuming lust.
As such, when Naomi abruptly pulled him up from her cock and manhandled him into a new position he did not resist.
Disoriented by arousal, Chad barely heard Naomi pop the lid off a bottle of lube which had been sitting on a table beside the sofa. But when she slid easily into his tight ass the divine ecstasy of her lubed-up cock filling his insides bought clarity rushing in.
At the same moment Naomi lifted Chad’s right leg onto the sofa, an orgasmic cry drew their attention.
On the bed in the other room Mia was trembling uncontrollably. Ribbons of cum spurted from her twitching she-cock and drool was dribbling from the corner of her mouth as her eyes rolled. She was the very picture of a brainless gooner, her face a mask of dumb pleasure. Before she had even finished cumming she was jerking off again, her hand splattered in her seed as she pumped her cock just as insatiably as before. Chad couldn’t tell whether she was oblivious to her voyeurs or if she simply didn’t care.
‘That’s your future,’ Naomi smiled, nibbling on the flesh of Chad’s tits as she started to thrust up. ‘That’s what I’m going to turn you into, Cherry. From now on you’re going to spend every morning sucking my dick, every day riding me, and every night letting me pound your needy holes until you’re gushing my cum. And all the while you’ll know that every pretty chastity cage I buy for you – every diamond butt plug and expensive gag and designer lingerie set – it will all be with the fortune you allowed me to steal.’
Her thrusting was becoming more forceful now. ‘Because if you really wanted to you could walk out of here right now. You could run away and keep running until your transformation wore off.’ Naomi’s voice fell to a dangerous whisper. ‘But you’re not going to do that, are you?’
Without missing a beat, Cherry shook her head frantically. ‘No. Never. Please, Mistress, take my money. Take everything. Just make me yours and never, ever stop.’
Giving another sinister chuckle, Naomi was happy to oblige. And while Cherry’s new goddess set about using her ass hard and deep, the moaning blonde could not tear her eyes away from Mia. The brainless slut was a vision of Cherry’s own fate – a vapid, drooling vessel of cumlust. Yet as she watched the masturbating whore, Cherry only had one thought on her mind: if falling from grace feels this good, how can anybody resist taking the plunge…
Thanks for reading!
As my readers already know, I always enjoy the chance to return to Metamorphose, and given that it’s well over a year since we last visited the casino on this blog I figured it was time to drop back in. For those who enjoy these stories, I’m happy to say I have another one written up and ready to go for December, so you can look forward to that one coming soon.
I also wanted to briefly mention that while all three trans models in this scene are pre-op, Natassia Dreams (the model portraying Naomi) is now post-op. Though I have long written stories involving trans models on this blog, I have never actually showcased galleries of such models post-op (at least none that I’m aware of). On the whole, most trans models don’t have bottom surgery anyway, so it has never cropped up in my gallery selection process before, however I wanted to bring it up here given that I am using a pre-op gallery for a model who is now post-op.
Of course, many of the galleries I use are years old, and the images I used are selected based on how relevant to the story they area, so I cannot always exhibit a model as they appear in the present. And given how impressive her existing portfolio of work is, I have no doubt that I will use galleries involving Dreams pre-op in the future as they always inspire deliciously depraved story ideas. However, I am definitely not averse to writing stories supported by her post-op galleries too. The main issue at the moment is there just aren’t that many of those; as in, there’s only one I officially know of and then maybe one or two others she’s filmed since, though I can’t find many details on those. Truthfully, I’m not even sure whether Dreams is still actively involved in the industry.
Nevertheless, if she does put out more scenes in the future and I feel inspired by the associated galleries then I will absolutely showcase her post-op work here. I always strive to showcase the models whose work I use in a respectful manner, and I hope these brief notes go some way to emphasising that.
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