Grab My Tit's Gay Boy

“Fuck yeah, grab my tits, gay boy”

Adri couldn’t believe he was balls deep in a woman’s pussy right now. Even more he couldn’t believe how turned on he was by the whole thing. The way it shattered everything he thought he knew about himself.

Just earlier today, him and his boyfriend Ry had been shopping for makeup and cute underwear at the mall. They had both been about 30 lbs lighter, with lithe thin twink bodies, and feminine lisps. They had liked that about themselves. All the gay guys on the apps were all “masc for masc, not fats and NO FEMS.” The fact that they were both feminine, and both INTO feminine guys was what had drawn Adri and Ry together. It probably drew her to them as well.

They had been in line to check out at Ulta when she popped up behind them. “$546.97” the total had come to. Adri had just gotten a bonus at his interior design job, otherwise he would’ve balked at the cost. Before he could dig out his credit card to pay, a sultry, angelic voice rang out from behind them. “I’ve got it boys.” Adri turned to see where the voice came from and found himself almost transfixed by the arresting brunette that had appeared before him. Almost in spite of himself he felt his eyes scan her supple, shapely body. He had already noted her flawless make up (of course) and stunning blue eyes (and that’s where his eyes normally would have stopped) and instead found himself focusing on her perfectly round breasts, and felt his dick getting hard. The alienness of his body’s reaction to her shook him out of his trance and he noticed that Ry seemed to be having a similar reaction. “Okay good. That makes this less awkward… I think…” he thought to himself.

Finally the words escaped his mouth: “Umm that’s not necessary, we’ve got it.” It was too late. She had already swiped her card and signed the receipt. “Grab my make up and follow me boys” Ry had been the first to move, grabbing two of the bags. “But it’s my…” The thought vanished before it was even completed and as if on auto-pilot, he grabbed the last of the bag and followed them. 

As they walked through the mall, Adri started to feel a tightness in the shoulders of his v-neck shirt and thoughts of his skinny jeans, all the butt and waist of the jeans seemed unaffected. “I gotta start laying off the beer I guess” And then he caught himself… “Wait, I don’t drink beer. I only like wine and margaritas.” But even thinking that it felt off, like he was lying to himself. Then he looked over at Ry, who seemed to be going through something similar. He had to admit, his bro was filling that shirt out really fucking nice. He felt so proud to see his buddy making sick gains at the gym. WAIT. “Bro” “Gains” “Gym” Who was he!?

She led them out to the parking lot, to a spot he could have sworn had been where they parked but the car in the spot was definitely not his. It was a red Maserati, WELL outside his price range… Wasn’t it? Yet somehow it felt all too familiar. 

“Well aren’t you going to unlock the door for me while you load up the trunk?” the hottie they had been following asked, with almost porn-fake innocence.

“Uh yeah, sorry babe.” he said instinctually, a part of him noting how all of sudden his voice was just two octaves deeper and devoid of any notable lisps. He shifted both bags to one hand as he dug his keys out of his pocket. Sure enough, there was a Maserati fob attached to it. He unlocked the car door and popped the trunk, where he and Ryan deposited the bags. As Adrian pulled himself into the driver's seat, Ryan had been standing outside the car waiting at the back door to unlock. 

“Silly boy, you drove here separately, remember? That's your car right there.” She gestured at the Army green Jeep that was right across the aisle from us. Funny, Adrian could’ve sworn Ryan rode with him here, but Ryan did always love his giant ass army Jeep. 

As he got on the highway, Adrian pumped the gas and sped into the fastlane. God this baby could sing. He knew that he was going the wrong way, that his and Ryan’s apartment was in the opposite direction but he stopped trying to question the weirdness. It clearly wasn’t going to help. 

“So what’s your name boy?” the angel said.

“Adri-” He coughed. “Uh, I mean Adrian.” He couldn’t help but notice how brutish his voice had sounded without the feminine lilt that always came naturally to him. He gripped the steering wheel tighter as the erection that had sprouted in his pants pulsed at the thought of it. This drew his attention to how thick his forearms had become. How his sleeve could barely contain his biceps. That made his dick pulse harder. He realized it was definitely taking up more space in his pants but normal. It took all of his concentration not to stare at the beauty next to him. Her cleavage was right there, and this whole situation felt so new to him, yet so right. He pulled off the highway, and onto the back roads. In the rearview, he could see his bro Ryan following him. 

They found themselves at a lavish lakehouse and the rest was just a blur. The second he parked the car he used his new found strength to pull her face towards his and put his tongue down her throat. She was happy to reciprocate. Their sexual fog was cleared a bit when there was a knock at the window, and there was Ryan who suddenly seemed to be wearing camo pants and a metal shirt, and a forestry looking baseball cap. Adrian looked down at himself. He was now in a white button down with his chest exposed and very expensive looking dress pants.

The clothes didn’t stay on for long. The boys were so eager they didn’t even make it to her bedroom, and settled for a den close to the front entrance with a leather couch. The (former) boyfriends helped themselves to her body, but were not so far removed from their original selves that they were ashamed to share a little intimacy between each other. 

Finally the girl pushed Adrian down into the couch and started to ride him, while she grabbed Ryan’s rock hard dick. Adrian had fully given into his new urges and grabbed a perfectly round perky breast with his left hand and squeezed. The supple softness felt so good in his hand, but not as good as her tight pussy around his dick. As he fucked her, they both took turns sucking Ryan’s dick- him showing her all the techniques that he knew would drive Ryan wild.  

After what felt like hours of beautiful sexual debaucherous bliss Adrian came harder than he ever had in his life, straight into her, pollinating her flower. 

“Ugh yes, thank you!” She said before putting her mouth on Ryan, and swallowing all of his seed as he shook from his own brain shattering orgasm. Then the haze that had been in their head since Ulta deepened and they both seemed to succumb and pass out.

When they woke up, the woman was gone without a trace, but the changes she left behind had stayed. As new memories filled their heads, they realized that the Lake House was Adrian’s- no longer was he the interior designer, he was not the Director of Marketing at some up and coming tech company. The apartment he and Ryan once shared was now Ryan’s bachelor pad, but Ryan frequently spent the night at Adrian’s, either to fuck around with his bro, and after they had gone out on the prowl and found a chick or two to share between them. Adrian had offered for Ryan to come live with him, rent free, since there was plenty of room. Nah, the new Ryan would always say. That would be a bit too gay.

This new version of Ryan didn’t quite luck out quite as much as Adrian did. He was now a mechanic, hoping to have his own body shop some day. The two of them couldn’t even remember what Ryan did before that woman came in mixed up their lives. Hell, they couldn’t remember much about their old lives, only that things used to be different. 

One thing was for sure though- when it came to fucking other dudes (which was admittedly rare in this new world, he had always had his best bro Ryan to fuck around with since they played Rugby in High School, and he certainly didn’t have trouble picking up woment) , Adrian didn’t get into none of that Masc for Masc bullshit that the other insecure pricks on the Apps always did. Adrian, masculine as he now was, still loved femininity. Now he just wanted to fuck it more than he wanted to be it.