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Pillow 25 - Sudden reversing dissonance
🕑 Added 2022-04-09 11:47:21 +0000 UTC(Woman into Reversion Syndrome)*
The B4 line train wasn’t that full at noon, the carriage was mostly empty as the convenient public transport traveled along the rails that crisscrossed the city. There were just a few people around, all minding their own business.
Which included Margarina Florero.
A nerdy, plump, short young round faced lady, with brownish skin and brown hair braided into fancy pigtails. She was wearing a white blouse and a skirt, with squared glasses and a heavy hand-bag hanging from her shoulder. Infamous in college for being a nagging smart-ass, she was leaning against one of the carriage’s windows, looking down at her phone.
‘You were too harsh, Maggy! XP’ Her friend Alisson’s answer to her last text appeared on the screen, making Margarina close the news tab and swipe back to their private chat.
Margarina tapped out her counter argument.
‘That moron asked me out in FRONT of the whole class!’
‘And that’s a reason to go full nuclear bitch?’
‘Absolutely! He should be thankful I didn’t kick off his balls!’
‘Pfffffffff! But you totally had the hots for that guy! Did you really have to humiliate him in public?”
‘The hots for his body, but I’m not gonna go out with such an idiot! Have you seen his grades?!’
‘Why would that matter?’
‘Of course it matters! I’m not gonna spread for any stupid randie, it’s not my fault that I’m too good for them! Most men are just dimwits!’
‘Geez, Maggy you are a TOTAL cunt!’
‘So what? Wrap me in a pair of panties, I’m not gonna bite my tongue, guys suck ass and not even in THE good way!!’
‘Okay, but don’t come crying to me when you end up as a lonely spinster with a bunch of cats’
‘That’s fine with me’
‘Wait, aren’t you a cunt? You're gonna dry up if you don’t get action, pussy! XD’
‘I’m gonna have all the sex I want, but I’m not gonna tied up with any good for nothing loser! Mark my words, Aly, tis wet twat ain’t gonna pop no kids! I’m too busy having an actual career and life for that!’
“Yeah, sorry, vagina, but that’s a no-no, we are mommy material here! Time to assume direct control!”
Margarina eyes opened wide and her lips closed tight, she felt a chill cross her spine several times, up and down. That last line wasn’t a text on the screen, but a voice, a woman’s voice not too different from her own that sounded loud and clear in her head.
Her brain pulsated, her heart pumped and her pussy warmed.
‘Sure, sure, whatever you say’ was Alisson’s next message.
Fingers hovered over the screen, but Margarina couldn’t tap an answer, her mind focused on the giggling echoing in her head.
“You heard me, Maggy le Cunt, it’s finally time to get in your place! A good old not-really-up-side going down to the crotch!”
Margarina’s nipples stiffened against her shirt, she wasn’t wearing a bra that day… which happened to be the last day that she would have had the chance to wear such a piece of underwear. Sweat slid down her forehead, her breath coming fast, the heat was becoming suffocating.
She had aced sex Ed, she knew all too well and certainly what it meant when another self began to talk inside your head.
She gulped.
Reversion Syndrome
If she didn’t act fast she was going to reverse in the middle of the train, in front of everybody, she had to…
“No, no, no, my babbling vagina! I’m not giving you time to grieve, we are doing this, right here, right NOW!”
A spark of orgasm made Margarina cover her mouth with both hands.
She shook her head with passion and mumbled…
“I’m not ccccuccuucuunnnnthhhhhhh!”
Her eyes crossed above her nose as she tried to look down at her mouth, her voice had turned into a gurgling mess. She opened and closed her lips, feeling them grow numb, fleshy, moistening. Terrified she touched them with one hand, feeling the changes with her fingertips, fireworks in her brain, it felt so wrong… and so good…
In panic she turned on the camera of her phone and smashed the reverse-picture option. On the screen she saw her face and how her mouth became a cunt.
“GGGGUUGUGGHHHHHHHHHH!”
Her tongue slid up and down the swelling lips, loosening the opening that she could no longer close. It spread vertically, like a proper vagina, drooling as her teeth shrank into nothing. Labia stretched until it consumed her nose too, making it into a shivering clit.
The salty taste down her throat.
A gasping, gurgling, soaked vagina in the middle of her face.
Her mind was bright with lust.
Accidentally, one of her fingers slid inside that sexual hole between her eyes and the resulting orgasmic explosion burst instantly both above and between her for-now legs, making those limbs shake, knees crossed as sex juices slid down to her knees and to her tits.
“YES! YES!” shouted the voice inside her skull. “Just like that, Maggy! Enjoy it! Embrace it, my little twat!”
“Gagggggaaaa! GaggghhhhhhH!” grunted Margarina in horny frustration.
This couldn’t be happening to her.
She couldn’t just be… a vagina…
Her gurgling noises finally attracted some unwanted attention. A man sitting in the seats in front of her woke his sleeping partner with a poke from his elbow without taking his eyes from the pussy in Margarina’s face.
The few dozen eyes in the carriage were soon all looking towards the reversing woman.
With increasingly mossy muffled unintelligible groans of frustration Margarina rushed to the only option she had left to communicate: Her phone.
‘ALY! ALY! Help! I’m a cunt! I am a fucking cunt!’
‘Yeah, I know, also very annoying sometimes’
‘No! You idiot! I mean literally! I’m reversing! I’m reversing in the middle of the train!’
‘Uh? What? Prove it!’
With an angry groan Margarina hit the camera button, there was a flash, the picture of her face loaded into the chat. The picture of a startled young woman’s face that had a gaping vagina between her worried frowning eyes.
‘Happy?!’
‘Holy cow! You ARE a cunt! And a tight one at that…’
‘’WTF even matters that?! HELP!”
‘Heeeem… Welp, I will be friendly with your other self, help them adjust and such, no worries’
‘I MEAN ME, IDIOT! HELP ME!’
‘What do you want me to do? Your mouth is already a twat, girl’
‘ANYTHING!’
‘Look, Maggy, been a pleasure to meet you as a person, but you are a pussy, good luck with that, I’m sure you will enjoy it, just relax, don’t complicate your reversion more than necessary’
‘I’m your friend! You clown! How can you be such a cunt?!’
‘You are the cunt XD’
‘How can you be so insssesitive? I going to lose my freaking life to a ssstupid bimbo whore that doesn’t stops giggling inside my brainnn and you are just !!! there doing shhhit! I WANT TO BE STUFF FULL OF COCK’
“Hey, you said it, not me!” chuckled her other-side’s voice.
Margarina’s fingers trembled, her phone and handbag fell to the floor.
Some passengers had begun to film her, after all, live reversion videos always got very good viewing figures on the internet.
The reversing woman stretched her arms, only capable of witnessing the slow degradation of her status as a person as she was betrayed by her own flesh. Fingers cramped, cracked, then started to shrunk, shortening into sturby and wider versions of themselves.
Toes.
The palm of the hand narrowed and elongated, losing flexibility to gain length.
A sole.
Margarina flapped around the feet at the end of the wrists as her arm stretched and contorted into long legs. She rubbed her chest with them, fully opening her blouse, liberating her tits for everybody to see.
“GGGGGAGGGGGGG! GGGGGGAAAAH!”
Her desire was to cry for help, to scream, but her pussy-mouth wasn’t fit for such a task and the more she gurgled and struggled with her fate, the more wet and horny she got.
There was a loud ripping sound, followed by another series of bone cracks and muscle snaps. She looked down, afraid of the next step of her humiliation. Her shoes were getting torned apart from the inside, the soles detached from the main body of the shoe as long fingers of long nails slid from inside, wiggling free of restraint.
Soles became palms and legs arms.
Up was down, down was up.
Those last changes made Margarina lose any hope of balance, she crumbled and then dropped flat on her arse. She gurgled her pain, but there was another grunt of complaint, the woman speaking in her mind… but this time it sounded in her ears…
Despite seeming impossible, Margarina’s eyelids opened even wider as she looked down at her crotch, or what was supposed to be her crotch, between what was once her legs, but now was arms over which she had no control at all.
Her skirt was rising up.
Swelling.
Something stretching her panties.
Margarina moaned as best as she could with her cunt-mouth.
A woman giggled in her groins, red hair flowing from inside the skirt like water.
There was a snapping sound when the panties broke and were sent flying to the other side of the wagon. More giggles, more changes, arm-legs bend backwards as leg-arms gain full movement.
The new hands took off the shoes and the sock, warping up the skirt.
A woman smiled at Margarina from down there, of pale skin and fit squared bone cheeks. She had the same eye color as Margarina, but irradiated confidence.
Margarina had never seen her in her life, not really, yet her face was the most familiar thing to ever get in her sight.
“Hey, there!” gloated the woman, raising up as hip became shoulders and her control of the body became complete.
The voice in Margarina’s head now had a voice in the real world and she had none.
“Because you are pussy, silly!” the woman finished the transforming woman’s thought.
Standing tall above Margarina she shook her long redhead mane, stretched her arms, played with her breasts as they migrated and shrunk towards her side, trading places with the navel. The whole body was becoming slimmer, more well toned and paler, it even got abs as Margarina was reduced to a head between legs of her own flesh.
Without asking for permission, without any hesitation or worry for being in public, the new woman began to touch Margarina’s face, not as if she was a person, but as if she was just a mere sexual organ.
The long fingers fondled her, the vaginal lips, what was one her skull reformed into hip bones as a pillow butt disappeared in the back and appeared smaller and firmer where there was once a nape.
“Time for the knot!” announced the woman.
“Nuuugllllhhhhh! NUUUUGGGGGGGGHHH!” cried her pussy.
Margarina’s protesters didn’t stop neither the changes nor her owner. She was turned around, upside down, properly aligned with the rest of her body in the place where a cunt like her belonged.
The crotch.
The motion of the knot made her braided pigtails fall off, her hair just dark pubes, her entire existence cramped in a tanned patch of skin, with tight pussy lips and a pair of eyes going crazy with lust.
Everything was touch, sensation, warm, moist.
It was incredible how deep inside the soft carnal tunnel she was, her owner's fingers could reach.
Margarina’s eyes rolled blank.
“Bye, bye, Maggy! Let’s fucking goooooooo!” screamed the woman, her feet in the wagon’s window as she leaned forward, bending her back so everybody admired how she furisuly masturbated her pussy. “It’s Rita’s time now!”
The eyes in her crotch flickered and got sealed, as if they had never been there.
Rita came, multiple earth shaking orgasms, she moaned and laughed, sliding down, embracing her body and her little tanned vagina. A blouse around her legs, a skirt over her breasts.
Her pleasure lasted several minutes, it wasn’t until it slowed into an intermittent twitch in her vagina that she became mildly aware of her surroundings. She giggled free of shame, looking back at the cameras of the cell phones, winked, blew a kiss and made a peace sign as she spread her legs with gymnastic flexibility to show off her cunt.
The train reached the next stop, it was the one in which Margarina was supposed to leave the wagon, but that day Rita missed it.
A few years later, in a busy cafeteria…
Alisson sipped her cold tea while Rita laughed loudly, almost snorting, her red hair was braided into a single pigtail.
“And after he blasted my face with cum I couldn’t stop chuckling and he thought I was making fun of his cock!” shouted Rita. “Isn’t the funniest thing
The coup remained in Alisson’s lip for a while as she thought about what to say. The two of them had grown together in the years after the reversion, they were very good friends, but sometimes dealing with Rita was as troublesome as dealing with the person that ended up becoming her vagina.
“Are you sure is safe to do that much sex in your… condition?”
Rita rolled her eyes, not losing her smirk.
“Geeh, being pregnant doesn’t mean I’m gonna explode for having some fun!”
She recoiled a bit in her chair, her quite pregnant belly was showing off between her tank top and her long skirt.
Alisson took another sip of her tea.
“Not saying that! Just, be careful, you're not the brightest bulb in the world.”
“I am an adult lady!”
Alisson pointed at Rita with her coup.
“Are you sure about that?”
“Ouch, you woke up mean today, aren’t ya?”
The two giggled satisfied.
“Sometimes…” continued Alisson. “Sometimes I wonder how she… it… feels about your pregnancy…”
“Uh, who?”
“I… Ma… You know, Ma… Your pussy.”
“Ah, our good pal Maggy le Cunt!”
“Y-yeah, she…”
“No,” Rita’s smirk became impish. “Say it.”
Alisson looked away with her lips close tight.
“Yes, Maggy le Cunt,” she sighed defeated. “When she was a person she hated the idea of having boyfriends and especially hated the idea of having kids. Guess that’s why you are her mirror opposite, pregnant and with several boyfriends...”
“You think a lot about that, Alisson?”
“What? Nah…” she shrugged. “I’m just curious, if Maggy hasn’t gone full pussy-for-brains she must… have some opinions…”
“Je! She was always a pussy-for-brains, that’s why she’s my cunt, but if you want to know her opinion about the matter… Hmmm… Guess the quickest way is to just show you!”
“Wait…!”
Before Alisson could react Rita, spread her legs and raised her skirt.
Of course, not being a big fan of underwear, she wasn’t wearing panties.
Alisson had a few glimpses at the gym’s shower and the beach, but it was the first time in a long time that she was face to pussy with her old friend. She started mesmerized at Rita’s hairy vagina of brown pubes and brown skin, down there under the shadow of that tense pregnant belly.
For a moment she remembered Margarina Florero, smiling naked, waving back… if Alisson claimed that she hadn't searched and seen the video of the reversion in the train she would be lying…
All that her friend once was fully squeezed into his most basic recognizable traits and forever compressed and bound to Rita’s crotch as a mere pussy.
The skirt goes back down before anybody else in the cafeteria notices its presence.
“Did you notice?” asked Rita, breaking Alisson’s spell.
Alisson gulped.
“She was drooling…”
“Maggy le Cunt.”
“Maggy le Cunt…” repeated Alisson.
“My sex-hole just can’t help herself, drooling constantly since the test gave a positive! Is pleasurable as fuck, also annoying as heck, but sure I don’t need to tell you! Person or pussy she was always sorta a pain in the ass!” Rita chuckled. “You should be careful, Alisson, staring at my wet vagina with THOSE eyes can be dangerous!”
“...what do you mean with that…?”
“Eyes of envy!”
“That’s no…”
“Hey, if a grown up woman looks at a pussy like that it may mean she’s no woman at all! Tell me, friend, do you have a lewd imaginations about ladies giving birth with their mouths?”
Alisson’s face instantly lights bright red… A flash of Margarina’s face, mouth wide open, a large egg coming out of her throat, completely deforming her face… then it was Rita’s cunt… then it was her own face… then it was…
Alisson shook her head.
“Cut it off with the weird kink crap, you dumb bimbo…!” she groaned, annoyed.
“Sorry, sorry!” chuckled Rita, cocking her head. “Just saying, Maggy le Cunt & Aly le Twat sounds like a match made in heaven!”
“Shut up!” Alisson coughed with indignation. “That’s the stupidest thing you have ever said!” she took another long sip of her tea…
Her heart beating hard…
