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Seduction Training - Rewritten
🕑 Added 2024-09-14 04:52:06 +0000 UTCA rewritten and expanded version of the original mini-story: Seduction Training
Charlie isnt great with girls, so he and his friend decide to take a special pill so he can practice.
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Charlie looked at the tiny pink pill and felt his guts twist with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety.
“Are you sure about this, man?” He asked, shuffling awkwardly, “Isn't this a bit…gay?”
He whispered the last word as though it were something deeply shameful; then again, when you were part of a frat in the deep south, it basically was.
“Nah, man,” Brock assured him, confident as always. “I'll be a chick physically, so it can't be gay. Even if somebody walks in on us, it's not like they will know it's me.”
The taller, more muscular man walked over and snatched the pill from Charlie's palm and tossed it in the air with a cocky smile. He threw back his head and caught it on his tongue before Charlie could protest any further. Charlie was sure he felt his heart stop; when Brock had offered to help him with his crippling anxiety around women, this was not what he had in mind.
“So…how long till it-oh!”
Brock shivered, his body shrinking a full inch in height within a second. Charlie bit his lip but couldn't keep a surprised gasp from passing his lips; he was about to watch the star footballer transform into a petite woman right in front of him! He wasn't sure why, but he found that incredibly hot.
“Oh, that's…interesting.” Brock groaned, wiggling his hips from side to side in a mixture of pleasure and discomfort.
With each shift to the side, one of his ass cheeks inflated, left, then right, left, then right, until his taut ass was round and soft. His hips widened to accommodate, as did his thighs. His muscles were melting away, forming into smooth, silky skin.
“Look at my legs! Hot to trot!” Brock grinned, seemingly not bothered by the changes at all. In fact, he seemed to be having the time of his life as he stretched out his new limbs, admiring his long legs and shiny, perfect fingernails.
“Oh…Oh man, Charlie, I…I can feel my cock changing.” He moaned, “Oh fuck, that feels so good.”
He bent over, legs together as his whole body wiggled. Charlie tried not to look; it seemed invasive somehow, but he couldn't help it. The large bulge at the front of Brock's pants receded, leaving a smooth, round shape in its place. Charlie's cock twitched slightly, fuck that was…he wasn't sure how to describe it other than arousing as hell.
Brock's hands went to his skull and raked over his short-cropped hair. Almost in response, the hair began to grow, turning bright, rich brown as it flowed down his now sloping shoulders. With all the big changes done, the small changes raced ahead: lips plumping, face smoothing, eyelashes lengthening and most notably, chest swelling.
“Check them out!” Brock grinned, grabbing two great handfuls of tit with pride. “Oh…they are super soft, man, here, cop a feel.”
Before Charlie could stop him, Brock's now petite hand had shot out and grabbed his own, pulling it to press against his chest. Charlie's breath hitched; it was his first time touching a boob. It was such a unique feeling, soft yet firm at the same time, with a hard little nipple in the middle, he could feel even with the shirt between him and the bare skin.
“See? Nice, right?” Brock grinned, “Now, slip your hand under my shirt, yes just like that…take your thumb and forefinger and give the nipple a little squeeze…Ahhhhhh.”
The moan made Charlie hard in an instant.
“S-see, this drives girls wild, you uh…uhhhh…okay, hang on let me take this off.”
Brock stripped off, revealing his full, curvy body and taking a few moments to show it off. Charlie's eyes were glued to those pretty, pink nipples. ‘
“What’s next?” He asked, eager to continue his seduction lessons.
“Oh right, okay, take this and suck gently.” Brock grabbed a handful of tit and held it up so that Charlie could lean down and take it between his lips.
Charlie’s heart was pounding as he took it in his mouth and began to lick and suck. The sounds Brock made were downright pornographic.
“Oh yes…ahhhh, not lick a little, yeah. Oh yeah, just like that. Swirl around the n-nipple, oh fuck. Harder! Suck harder!”
Charlie didn't hesitate. He sucked hard, hands roaming over Brock's body until they found their way between his legs. It was wet and warm down there, the skin felt like velvet.
“Oh fuck yes, that my c-clit. Swirl your finger a-around and…and…oh fuck, fuck!”
Charlie's finger found its way inside and began to thrust as he sucked. It seemed that the student had become the master with only one lesson.
“Fuck, I-I can't think!” Brock wailed. “Fuck this feels so much better than being a-an I…I…Oh fuck I'm cumming!”
He did. Charlie felt Brock's body writhe under his touch, whole form shuddering and seizing as he came. Charlie didn't stop, he continued to touch and tease, resisting the urge to smile around the nipple still in his mouth. He was determined to learn everything he could about the female form today, even if it meant torturing Brock with orgasm after orgasm until he couldn't walk straight. Judging from the sounds coming out of the former man's mouth, he wouldn't mind. Being a woman seemed like a lot of fun. Maybe he'd even give that pill a go himself.
~
It took several hours and orgasms for Brock to change back. After so much touching and pleasure, they’d fallen asleep together, Brock telling Charlie exactly how he like to be held. Charlie had curled himself around Brock’s new female body, hands cupping one of his breasts as they spooned; it was the best night's sleep of his life. The peace was disturbed in the early morning hours when he heard a groan and groggily opened his eyes in time to see Brock slowly start changing back. The breast he was cupping slowly shrunk away beneath his fingers.
It felt odd to watch the busty woman he’d been pleasuring for hours on end slowly morph back into a man again. A part of Charlie had managed to forget it was really Brock he’d been touching.
“Woah, dude, what a headspin.” Brock grinned as his hair receded back into his skull. “That was freaking awesome!”
“You don’t feel…weird about being turned into a girl?” Charlie asked nervously, staring at the rest of the pills they had.
“It was just temporary, bro. So I could help you out.” Brock grinned. “And man, it was fun as, multiple orgasms are the best thing ever. I am actually kinda jealous of chicks now.”
Charlie squirmed a little. He’d been so focused on Brock and learning how to touch a woman he’d not actually gotten off himself. It was taking all his self-control to keep his boner down, and even then, he was only half succeeding. He couldn’t get the way Brock looked out of his mind, his face and body writhing in pure pleasure. He was so turned on and desperately needed release, but the idea of going and taking a private shower to take care of himself seemed so… dull. After watching all of that, how could he just get himself off? It wouldn’t be nearly satisfying enough.
Brock was almost fully a man again now, and Charlie felt his cheeks turn pink. They were snuggling together still, their legs intertwined. Oh God, what would somebody think if they walked in right now?
“Quick, dude, take one,” Brock said, reaching over and grabbing the blister pack.
“T-the pills?”
“Yeah, what better way to really memorise how to touch a woman than to be one. You did great on me. We could keep the lesson going.”
He was speaking urgently, but Charlie couldn’t sense a single ulterior motive in his eye. Other than the fact that he probably didn't want to be in bed with a guy. Brock just genuinely wanted to help and seemed to think that was the way to go. Charlie’s cock twitched with want, and he nodded without thinking. His heart raced as Brock grabbed one of the pills and placed it on his open palm. He’d seen the effects first-hand, he knew exactly what to expect and yet nothing could truly have prepared him for the sensations that followed when that pill slid down his throat.
The strange pressure that formed beneath his skin as his chest began to balloon out, the clicking as his hips cracked and widened. Despite what Brock had said, he expected it to be slightly painful, but it wasn’t; it felt wonderful. His body was flooded with endorphins as he felt his skin smooth over and his breasts grow in. God, it was such a lovely feeling; the weight and bounce of them, they hadn't even finished forming, and already Charlie didn't know how he’d ever lived without them. His nipples lengthened, and his cock began to disappear. He tried to be sad about it, to have some sort of masculine pride, but he just couldn’t. He was too excited. He stretched out across the bed, feeling his spine curve and his chest pushed out. Brock watched with wide, hungry eyes as those two melons grew, and Charlie grinned; it felt good to have somebody look at him like that, even if it was just his friend.
“Ooooooooh yeah.” He groaned. “You didn’t tell me it felt this good!”
“I tried!” Brock laughed and Charlie moaned, letting his mouth fall open and let the sound ring out.
He could hear his voice changing in real time, lightning as his Adam’s apple melted away, leaving his voice breathy and with a womanly cadence. God, he sounded so sexy. His skull burned for a moment, and Charlie quickly sat up in bed, enjoying the way his new chest jiggled with the movement. Hair began to flow down his head, growing luscious and soft as it did. He looked like one of those models from shampoo commercials and couldn’t resist the urge to toss his head from side to side as they did so he could watch the curtain of warm brown hair fly.
“Woah dude…” Brock breathed. “That was amazing.”
Charlie grinned at the man in bed with him.
“How do I look?”
“Incredible.”
He felt a rush of warmth between his thighs, a sensation he had only read about but was now experiencing firsthand.
"Let me show you how amazing it is to be touched as a woman.” Brock grinned, hands reaching out to grip Charlie’s hip.
Charlie closed his eyes, surrendering to the sensations. Brock's hands glided over his body, thumbs brushing against Charlie's nipples, now hard as diamonds. A soft moan escaped Charlie's lips as Brock's fingers teased the sensitive peaks, rolling and pinching gently.
"You're so responsive already," Brock murmured, his lips trailing kisses along Charlie's collarbone. “See, it doesn’t take much to get a woman going, but you still can’t rush. You need to make her desperate before you get down to business.”
Charlie shivered at the words, remembering how Brock had looked when their rolls were reversed, how desperate he’d sounded. Brock's hands travelled down and cupped Charlie's heavy breasts. His breath quickened as Brock's hands moved lower, his fingers tracing down his naked body to hover above the mound that used to be his cock. Now there was just heat and pussy lips begging to be touched.
Charlie let Brock guide him back onto the mattress, his breasts heaving with each breath as Brock kneeled between his thighs. The sight of Brock's muscular Brock hovering over him was almost too much to bear. Brock leaned forward, his breath warm against Charlie's moist pussy.
"I'm going to eat you out, make sure to pay attention to what I’m doing.” He half-joked.
Charlie whimpered, his legs parting willingly as Brock's fingers gently spread his folds, exposing his glistening clit. How was he supposed to focus on learning when his body felt like it was on fire? The first touch of Brock's tongue was like lightning, sending electric shocks through his whole body. Brock licked and sucked at Charlie's sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue flicking and circling with expert precision.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Charlie cried out, his hands gripping the sheets.
Brock's mouth and fingers worked in perfect harmony, driving him closer and closer to the edge. Brock's tongue swirled around Charlie's clit, sucking gently, then firmly, sending waves of pleasure crashing over him.
"I'm gonna cum!" Charlie shouted as his back arched off the bed. Brock's mouth clamped down on his clit, sucking fiercely as he thrust his fingers deep inside, hitting all the right spots.
The orgasm exploded within Charlie, rippling through his body like a tidal wave. He cried out, his voice hoarse and raw, as Brock continued to lick and suck, milking every last drop of pleasure from his trembling body.
“You were right. That’s incredible.” Charlie breathed after a moment, and Brock just chuckled.
“That was just the beginning. Remember what I said about multiple orgasms?”
Charlie's eyes widened with anticipation, his body already craving more. He had never felt so desired, so empowered in his own skin. Brock positioned himself between Charlie's thighs, his thick, hard cock poised at the entrance of his wet pussy.
“We’ll start with missionary.”
Somehow, his formal tone made Charlie feel even hotter; if only all lessons at college were this stimulating.
With a slow, deliberate thrust, Brock slid into Charlie, filling him in a way that was both exhilarating and overwhelming. Charlie gasped, his pussy adjusting to the sensation of being stretched and filled. Brock's cock was a perfect fit, stroking all the right places as he moved in and out, his pace slow and controlled.
“See, gotta angle up ever so slightly and…”
“Ahhhh!”
“See, that’s the G-spot…”
Charlie moaned, his hands gripping Brock's shoulders, encouraging him to go deeper. The jock obliged, his thrusts becoming more powerful, each one hitting Charlie's sweet spot, eliciting moans of pleasure. Just as he was about to cum again, Brock stopped with a teasing smile, and Charlie whinged.
“See, leaving her right on the edge is torture.”
“Y-yes, it is! Fuck you, move!”
“Not just yet.”
Brock’s strong hands gripped Charlie’s side, and in one strong movement, they flipped their positions. Charlie found himself sitting across Brock’s hips, still impaled on his cock. Those strong hands still gripped his hips and gently began to guide him.
“Now, Brock grinned, ease yourself up and down, see, just like that.”
The movement was achingly slow, his inner walls Burned, and Charlie found himself leaning back to keep his G-spot stimulated.
“Now, when she gets to this stage, you want to-” Brock stopped his sentence early and bucked his hips up, slamming the tip of his cock against the sensitive bundle of nerves and making Charlie see stars.
“Oh! Ooooh!
“Then, don't stop!”
Brock repeated the motion again and again until Charlie was a whimpering, cumming mess. He could feel Brock’s cock inside him throbbing; he was close to the edge but holding on so they could keep going.
“Alright, I think I only have one more position in me. Luckily, it’s the ladies favourite. At least in my experience.”
He gently lifted Charlie off his length. Charlie whimpered, it felt wrong to be so empty now, even after everything his pussy had been through, it craved more, and his body was aching and overstimulated. He let Brock kiss him slowly, murmuring instructions he was too blissed out to listen to, before finally guiding him into position on his hands and knees. Brock's hands slipped down his side, resting under him to cup both his breasts.
“Doggy style is the easier position to hit the G-spot.” He whispered. “You lean over, anchor yourself by holding her tits, then…”
Slowly Brocks’s hips pushed forward, sliding his cock back into Charlie’s overstimulated hole and up against that wonderful spot deep inside him.
“Fuck.” Charlie whimpered.
“Exactly.”
Brock began to rut against him, living up to the position's name. Charlie had never been a huge fan of doggy style; it turned out he had just been doing it wrong. This was exhilarating! He could feel his whole body moving with each vigorous thrust, rushing forward and then back again as he slammed backwards, desperate for more friction. Brock’s fingers tweaked his nipple in time with the thrusts, making Charlie’s vision briefly go white. It was so damn good.
“I’m cumming again!”
“And you’ll keep cumming.” Brock grunted, not letting up for a moment.
Charlie could feel the man's balls slapping against him as they continued to thrust, short and sharp. Pure pleasure. He came with a loud moan, body squeezing around the cock, and yet somehow, Brock held on. He kept fucking Charlie through the orgasm, then another until finally, he too tumbled over the edge. The two of them shivered before finally relaxing back down into the mattress again.
“Oh God.”
“Hell yeah.”
Charlie couldn’t help but laugh breathlessly. That was certainly something.
“Think you’ll have better luck with the ladies now?” Brock teased, running his hand along the curve of Charlie’s spine and down over his ass, giving one cheek a quick squeeze.
“Definietly. Hell, I think I might want to start using these pills more often.”
“On yourself?”
Charlie hummed and stretched out, enjoying the afterglow. Brock grinned down at him. The muscular, jockish man didn't have a hint of embarrassment or shame in his face.
“You know what, me too.”
Comments
The Spiralled Eye
Glad you liked it! Gotta love two bros being 'bros'
Renderdarg
Turned out great, love the continuation!
