Not My First Wish

 

Arthur Pendleton woke up slowly, like he was hit by a ton of bricks. His usually comfy bed - or sofa, where more days than not the 71 years old man felt asleep in - seemingly replaced by a hard bench that was killing his back. He was used to pain in the back and in his joints, which old man wasn't, yet this time it felt stranger than usual, concentrated on his neck and shoulders, while two heavy weights seemed resting on his chest. 

As he turned on his side, Arthur realized he was not in his bed or even in his house. Whiffs of air passed through his naked skin, in areas that he always covered well, like his legs. Opening his eyes, his sight was obstructed by dark hair, an unusual sight for the retired carpenter, who went bald when he was in his forties. He panicked and bolted upright. Too fast. The weight on the chest swung heavily, nearly pitched forward off the bench. Arthur steadied himself on the edge of the locker room bench, and that was when he looked down and saw them. 

Breasts.

Not just breasts. Huge breasts. They strained against a tight white and blue sports top that left an almost obscenely deep cleavage. The fabric was so stretched it barely contained them. They rose and fell with Arthur's panicked breathing, round and high and impossibly large. Arthur thought he was hallucinating as he passed his now small, manicured tiny hands over smooth, shaved, long and toned legs, ending in white socks and white sneakers. 

It was then that he remembered. The lamp. The green-skin female genie. His three wishes. And then? 

Right, the trick she pulled. Two wishes from me, one from the previous owner of the lamp. Arthur raced back at what he wished. 

Youth. And he got, he was no older than 21. Beloved, he wanted a big loving family. And finally, he wanted to be rich. Which of the two he got now? And whose wish he got that made him a cheerleader? Arthur froze as he remember. 

The genie grinned as Arthur started to change, bones cracking, shoulders rolling back, wrinkles disappearing. The skin was tightening everywhere, losing that papery fragility, becoming soft and smooth. The age was pouring out of Arthur like water from a glass. It was when his hips widened with a sickening crack and his waist narrowed, making his balance shifting, that Arthur felt something deeply, fundamentally wrong.

"What's happening to me?" he asked, and sounding like a teenager. A female teenager.

Before the genie answered, his hands flew to his chest as a strange pressure began to build. Arthur's old man chest was shrinking, but underneath, something else was growing. He could feel tissue expanding, swelling, pushing outward with a relentless insistence. The shirt was tenting now as two unmistakable mounds rising from the chest, getting bigger by the second.They swelled from buds to handfuls to something well past handfuls, strained the cardigan he was wearing. Until the buttons of the shirt pulled tight.

"Oh no," I whispered. "No, no, no—"

Pop. One button surrendered.

Pop. Another.

Pop pop pop. The rest gave up the fight and scattered across the kitchen floor, and two new breasts spilled out with juicy hard nipples, and they were enormous. They were round and full and perky in defiance of physics, easily bigger than a normal head and would stretch any clothes from then on.

Then it was time for Arthur's manhood to go his final, inward journey. 

The ever more conscious Arthur instinctively closed his smooth legs. His knees touches, his creamy thighs too, but there was nothing in between. He raised the hem of his cheerleader skirt. He couldn't see himself, but the movement made him looked so feminine. Past his enormous breasts, Arthur could not see his virility, but only a pink lacy pair of panties that matched the bra that barely contained his chest. 

He recalled the words of the genie. His third wish belonged to the previous owner of the lamp, a teenage girl named Desiree who wished to...

"Oh no," Arthur mumbled in his now deliciously female baritone. 

She wished to be the head cheerleader that everyone wanted to be with. Now Arthur was the one bearing that wish. Arthur remembered screaming at the genie while she revealed what was happening to him. Then the world changed around him, spinning around as his clothes started to change and feel different, until he woke up there. In a locker room. A male locker room by the look of the football equipment. 

New memories started to enter Arthur's consciousness and he tried desperately to push them away, but it was like trying to hold back the tide with his bare hands.

"I'm Arthur Pendleton," he stated, clutching the hem of the skirt. "I'm 71 years old. I was a carpenter. I like fishing and...and giving blowjobs under the bleachers before game."  

The last part of the sentence came out of Arthur's mouth almost as a normal reflex. As he said it, the memory hit him with vivid clarity. He remember last Friday, he could almost taste Chad, the quarterback, in his mouth, feel the rough texture of his jeans against the knees, hear the muffled sounds of the crowd above as Arthur...

"No!" Arthur screamed, standing up and shaking his head. "That's not me! I never did that!"

Another memory surfaced: Arthur in the back of a limo after a championship game, the cheerleading skirt hiked up around the waist as three players took turns inside him. The pleasure, the excitement, the sheer slutty joy of being used by multiple men at once...

Arthur's new body responded immediately to that memory. His nipples hardened against the fabric of the bra, and a new, unfamiliar wetness began between her thighs. Arthur squeezed the legs together panicking, but the pressure only intensified the sensation. 

"Dammmmn...mmmh," Arthur moaned before getting back to his senses. "That's not me! I'm not some... Tramp, I'm a respected man named Aurora." 

As Arthur said his new female name, images flashed through his mind: Aurora in a bathroom stall at a club, bent over a sink as a stranger took her from behind; Aurora at a frat party, legs spread on a beer-stained couch as guys lined up for their turn; Aurora in the professor's office, earning an 'A' on her knees.

Each memory sent a jolt of pleasure through Aurora's body. It was clear that Arthur was being overwhelmed. The former man was shaken by the vividness of the memories as Aurora's slutty nature asserted itself. She was both Arthur and Aurora, 21 years old big slut on campus. And she just remembered why she was in the male locker room. 

With a giggle she took off her clothes. She had promised Chad that if he scored a touchdown in the previous match, she was going to let him fuck her in the ass. Chad had the game of his life and Aurora had spent the previous day prepping. She could hear his steps in the empty corridor of the gym. 

"This is going to be so hawt!" she squeaked as she went on her knees, naked with her ass in the air towards the entrance of the room.

Arthur inside Aurora had conflicted feelings. He thought what was about to happen was disgusting, but also he thought Chad really had a great cock. He felt his fat nipples hardening and was shocked at how positively soaked his pussy felt. 

As Chad entered the locker room, Aurora's body quivered with anticipation. The masculine scent of sweat and testosterone filled the air, making Aurora's new senses reel with excitement. Arthur had never felt this way in his life.  

"Big man, ready for your big prize?" Aurora said sultry.  

Chad took mere seconds to rip off his clothes. His rough hands gripped her hips, positioning her exactly as she had imagined countless times. Arthur fought to maintain control, but as Chad's thick cock pressed against her tight opening, the transformation in Arthur's mind accelerated. The initial pain quickly melted into waves of pleasure that Arthur had never experienced in his 71 years as a man. 

With each thrust, Arthur's resistance crumbled further, replaced by Aurora's insatiable hunger. The old carpenter's mind faded as Aurora's slutty nature took over completely. By the time Chad emptied himself inside her with a guttural groan, Arthur had not only accepted his fate, but was actively welcoming it. The new Aurora collapsed onto the bench, breasts heaving with satisfaction, and she realized that being a 21-year-old sex-crazed cheerleader was going to be a pretty great deal. 

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The idea for this story was given to me by gmbcw on Deviantart.