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Gym Pussies (TG and Reversion Syndrome TF tale)
🕑 Added 2021-04-08 15:31:46 +0000 UTC(Man and woman into Reversion Syndrome)
What’s the nature of competition?
Does it have a limit?
How can it work in a world where things can turn upside down so easily?
Russel and Cassie sure knew a lot about competition... and more than they would have ever wanted to know about things turning upside down.
The mismatched rivals were the kind of people who you could find in the background at any gym or maybe posing with their muscles in a protein shake ad.
Cassie was a fitness goddess, a tall Amazon like lady with short curly blonde hair. Her body was fitness perfection, with sculpted buttocks and small nipples. She had sculpted it herself to best be shown in lycra and spandex.
Russel seemed cut from the same cloth, but in the male flavour. A block would be a good word to define him, shaved head, ample muscles and a chest as wide as a croissant. Shirts seem to be repelled by his upper body, which was a shame because he loved to rip out of them with a good old flex.
They competed at least once a week - lifting weights at their favorite gym, it was so usual and routine that it had become a popular spectacle amongst their sporting peers and even people from the neighbourhood who didn’t have even half the same enthusiasm as the two had for exercise
It was fun to see them compete, their cheeky rivalry that at that point had been going on for a good half a decade. It wasn’t a friendly one, they hated each other’s guts, and could stand each other outside of sports.
The two had really tried to get along, but at best it had only been awkward, so they became fond of their mutual detest for one another. It wasn’t really hatred, neither was it spite, it was just the deep raw dislike of witnessing your own vanity in another person.
Like looking in a mirror.
But they were both truly fine with it, comfy in the routine of their clashes, both certain that one day one of them would arise as the undisputed winner and that one would be them and not the other.
Sports, fitness, exercise and competition, vanity and devotion to the body.
Two absolute gym rats.
That was all they shared.
Well, that and the fact they were both about to reverse and become vaginas.
I’m sure you are already well aware of the ups and downs of the Reversion Syndrome, in which people happen to trade places with their genitalia in sexually charged upside-down metamorphoses.
It was quite ironic that it was about to happen to a pair such as Russell and Cassie. Two people so devoted to their physicality who were about to get reduced into the sex of the true owners of their bodies.
Their genitalia had woken up some weeks previously for apparently no reason, as often happens in these cases. The two had been dealing with the constant mental teasing of their sexes, which didn’t miss a chance to remind them of their impending doom. To twist the irony of the ordeal, it just happened that both of their future selves were very similar in many ways.
Of course neither of them knew it, having chosen instead to hide their impending reversion under a delusion of being able to triumph against nature... whilst their genitalia constantly talked to them...
“Give it up already sweetheart, you know you are just pussy meat...!”
You could at least with certainty that Cassie and Russel, despite the infuriating unfairness of their situation and the throbbing arousing thrill, clenched their teeth and held the line as best as they could for a couple of weeks.
A feat worthy of respect.
But when you are going to reverse it’s only a matter of time... and that time came during their last weight lifting match as woman and man.
The usual crowd were already congregated at the gym, a group composed mostly of hunky guys, the weights awaited on the floor and our two protagonists had already covered their hands in talcum powder.
“Stop saying that...!” Russel suddenly grunted.
Cassie frowned.
“What? Saying what?”
They were both sweating and red, Cassie could feel her absolutely eager pussy chewing at the fabric of her bodysuit, making a perfect camel toe. Russel, as you might have expected, wasn’t wearing a shirt. He shook his head and carefully scratched his crotch to avoid triggering a dooming erection.
“Nothing...” he cleared his throat. “Nothing at all.”
Cassie smirked.
“You scared?”
“Fuck off! I’m gonna crush you today!”
“HA! There’s a first time for everything, but not for that!”
The man frowned, his face was red.
“Shut up, you pussy.” he grunted.
The woman’s eyes opened wide, she froze.
“What did you... say...?”
They looked at each other, gazing into each other’s eyes, a faint glimpse of understanding, as their other selves kept whispering deviant depravities to their ears.
“Pussy...” mumbled Russel.
Cassie’s nipples had grown incredibly hard.
“Are you starting or what!” yelled a guy from the crowd of spectators. “People are getting tired of waiting!”
The two were pulled back out of their heads, feeling incredibly hot. They nodded, did a few more stretches to try to maintain dominance over their own bodies rather than to warm up.
Probably because they were both already dangerously warm.
“Lift until one of us breaks?” Cassie asked.
Russel blinked, startled like a deer, Cassie pointed at the heavy weights waiting at their feet.
“The competition.”
“Oh, oh, yeah, yes, lifting until one of us gives up, sounds fine... I am... am gonna win easily...”
Any other day Cassie would have had one last quip in response to that, but not that day.
She just bent, squatted and grabbed the weight’s bar. After rubbing the stiff back of his neck Russel did the same.
As soon as his hands touched the hard metal of the exercise equipment his mind was overwhelmed by images of hard penises.
Cocks and dicks that made his lips shiver.
The giggling of a boastful woman in the back of his mind.
His own penis started to harden... for what was going to be the last time...
“Are you ready?!” he shouted at Cassie. “I wanna be done with this already.”
“Of course I am ready!” assured Cassie.
They nodded at each other as if they were performing some sort of gag.
“One...!” said Russel.
“Two...!“ continued Cassie.
“Three!” they both shouted at the same time.
The pair of gym rats lifted the weights above their heads as high as they could with the ease that comes from having done it thousands of times.
Muscles tensed, necks stiffened and veins became prominent on their skin.
Their audience clapped and cheered.
Cassie’s lips shivered open as she clenched her teeth. The stretching had put pressure not only on her limbs, but in her most sensitive place. Her skimpy bodysuit was being stretched in all the wrong places for a person about to reverse.
Her nipples were squeezed and her pussy was totally visible through the cloth.
The rubbing of the fabric against her vaginal lips sent sparks to her brain, she saw pussies in her mind, tender, soft, meaty feminine holes being penetrated by all sort of phallic shapes, including some that looked exactly the same as the heavy bar her shaking hands were trying to support.
It wasn’t about being penetrated, or at least not only about that, the fantasy became about being the helpless thing getting drilled... her pussy clenched on the fabric against her will, a moan died away in her throat.
She closed her eyes, beginning to sweat and turn red.
Russel wasn’t having any easier of a time.
The hulking hunk of a man was having as much trouble as his fitness fanatic lady rival. He was snorting and grunting as if he was a bull or gorilla.
His other side, equally as treacherous and horny as Cassie’s, was filling his mind with the same showcase of what cunts are and how they should be put into good use. Without his permission his lips made some bizarre twitching motions, trying to open up vertically.
It was as bad for both of them, perhaps just a tiny bit worse for Russel, that mental projection of female sex, of being a vagina, had the added effect of having a completely emasculating effect for a guy like him, no matter how hard and obvious his penis was inside his pants.
In only those few seconds of struggling, the crowd had already noticed that something was beyond both wrong and weird. Not just because of how the two athletes were struggling to keep up, which in itself would already have been unusual enough, but because of how obviously and unapologetically horny the two were.
Their clothes did nothing at all to hide that fact, with their arousal clearly on show to everyone.
“You... Gonna give up…?” grunted Cassie with her eyes still closed.
“Shut up...! Cunt...!” snorted Russel.
The adrenaline rush could only take them so far, it was actually working against them, raising their blood pleasure and the heart rate until the whispering giggles finally said loudly and clearly:
“You are both cunts!”
It echoed around the walls of their skulls, a crystalline barrage of sexually charged images. Pussies being far beyond penetrated, drilled and thrust into in multiple raw carnal ways. The slapping of flesh against flesh was as clear in their eardrums as if their heads were right by the side of their groins.
Because that's where their heads belonged.
Such naked realizations were the breaking point.
Their other selves knew they had already won, they were going to be the only victorious parties at the end of this particularly kinky competition. Russel and Cassie opened their eyes as their voices melted into a single howling moan.
“Oooooooooooooooooooh...!”
“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah...!”
Not just their voices, but her pussy and his cock also got lost as their betraying hearts left it clear that their place was between 2 pairs of legs.
Pairs of chubby fat legs.
Stains formed around their crotches. Cassie’s knees bent as she squirted as she chewed her lower lip, a puddle forming around her feet. Russel tongue hung out as warm cum leaked down his left leg, leaving it warm and annoyingly sticky, he lowered his arms and the weights touched his dick.
With that humiliating performance of barely contained depravity the audience began to hear the oh so familiar soft snaps that indicated a metamorphosis is about to begin. Some of the witnesses were, for better or worse, already intimately acquainted with what was about to happen. For some it wasn’t even their second rodeo and a couple even had first hand experience.
“They’re going to reverse!” exclaimed a woman who had her thighs pressed together, breaking the spell that was making everybody hold their breath.
There were several gasps of surprise and a few silent nods.
Cassie was starting to tear up.
“NO! NO! I’M NOT A CUNT!” she cried.
Her feet slid on her own sexual fluids and she landed on her butt, the heavy weights bounced with a loud clunking sound onto the floor.
On the floor the helpless woman rolled until she ended up sitting with her legs spread, hyperventilating as if she was about to give birth. Her belly jiggled like a salty ocean of sweat as she gasped and moaned. Cassie was well aware of how, inch by inch, her body was starting to change, aware of every pop and every snap.
“I don’t wanna be a cunt...” she babbled. “Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!”
Ripping sounds began, the soles of her shoes separated as her feet suffered a growth spurt. The sport sneakers were torn apart as her toes elongated and her ankles cracked, making her groan loudly.
As she leant back her socks were also torn and what came out were no toes, but fingers. Her feet were becoming hands.
The bottom turning into the top.
“No please! No! Shut up! Shut up!”
Another loud clonk of something hitting the floor.
Russell had dropped his weights, not because he wanted too, but neither was it just because he had reached the limits of his strength. In a similar fashion to Cassie but in the reverse of her reversion his fingers were shortening and his hands deforming on their way to becoming feet.
“Oooooh! OOHHHHH!” he grunted in shock, not wanting to believe that what he had at the end of his arms were meant to wear socks instead of gloves.
The elongation of palms into soles, plus the absurd swelling of his cock inside his pants made him recoil in terror until his back hit the wall of the gym. Russel began to touch his face with his hands-made-feet.
He looked at the crowd, tearing up, quite angry.
Not just because they weren’t helping, but because they got to remain people whilst his fate was just to be a fat vagina. Angrily, he tried to shut up, but only succeeded in further punctuating his humiliating transformation.
“AMGLGGGGLHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
His tongue pushed out as his shout became an incomprehensible gurgle. His tongue shook wildly, his eyes spread apart, his lips changed.
The opening of the man’s mouth pulled into the vertical in a very uncomfortable way, the lips themselves became wider and meatier. Became pussy meat. They kept stretching up until they reached his nose, which was shifted into a tingling red lump at the top of the opening.
Between his scared horny eyes Russell now had a vagina.
“HMGGGGGGGGLGHHHHHHHHH!”
The vagina he was.
The bulge in his pants was going from too big, to absurdly big.
The watchers surrounding him and Cassie were noticing something, that the changing pair’s muscles were starting to lose definition as their rushing, changing metabolism filled up their skins with fat.
That was without doubt the worst offense that you could have committed against both of them, even worse than their bodies being hijacked and their humanity reduced into sexual organs. Being fat was the true nightmare that had kept both of them on the edge since their other sides had awoken. Those new personas sharing their bodies had made it clear from the start: Once they siezed control the only reason they’d have to go to the gym would be to find someone to fuck them.
You could certainly say that it was the fact that the childish vanity they felt in such a situation was their main concern was what made them both so worthy of reversion.
Their deforming shapes went from fit, to plump and then moved forward beyond that.
Cassie’s leotards grew tighter, Russell’s pants constrained a waist that was in the process of turning into a chest. Years of work and dedication to their physiques gradually wasted and lost in the fat in just mere instants.
If Russell’s crotch inflation was growing to absurd proportions, Cassie’s was even more noticeable. Her cunt was stretching the lycra, chewing the cloth to form a camel toe which was even more obvious than before.
But it wasn’t just that.
The lips biting on the fabric had acquired the form of actual lips… the ones in a mouth. In the silhouette under the cloth a mouth was forming, a nose, eyes... a horny shout...
“Kim is out baby!” the boastful female voice coming out of what was once Cassie’s pussy shouted..
“Holy... shit...!” gasped Cassie in utter shock.
Cassie’s hand-feet and arm-legs moved themselves by the will of the other self who was moaning in her crotch. They ripped the fabric and both sides saw each other for the first time.
Whilst the woman on top was pale and sweaty, the one being created below was smirking with absolute delight. All that was square on Cassie’s face was round in hers. Cassie’s shaved crotch-scalp was quickly covered by sprouting dark hairs that rapidly formed a lush mane.
“Oh! YES!” chuckled Kim, fondling her hair.
“N-No...!” mumbled Cassie.
“Shh! Don’t worry my needy cunt, we’re going to have a blast!”
Those claims didn’t help Cassie worry any less.
By her side Russell had finally dropped to the floor, his feet-hands were sliding down his pants, liberating an even lusher mane and revealing another woman’s head also with a cocky attitude.
“I told you, didn’t I, Russy? It was just a matter of time, you big dumb pussy!” the woman was confidently telling him. “Just let Aunty Ashley take control and it’ll all be smooth from now on!”
Russell, with his vagina mouth, didn’t even have the opportunity to raise any protests about his very clear fate.
“GLGHHHHHMMMMMMMMMMMMMPH!”
Another quite noticeable change was happening, but maybe not quite as dramatic as the others. It wasn’t the reversion, sexes turning into heads and heads into sexes. It wasn’t the snapping of muscles or the stretching of flesh that was still going on
No.
It was the shade of the skin, as Kim and Ashley took control of their rightful bodies the pale skins of Cassie and Russell were darkening. Becoming very dark in Russell’s case and a more ebony tone for Cassie. They weren’t just turning into the vaginas of fat women, but very plump black women.
Very sassy, very horny domineering fat black women.
“Hey there sis!” Kim greeted Ashley. “You’re doing great with that cunt of yours!”
“Ah!” chuckled Ashley, slapping and rubbing Russell’s face. “Hmm! I have been softening this chunk of meat for what seems like weeks!”
“And you did a good job!” smirked Kim as she rose up, forcing Cassie, who was distracted at that precise moment as she watched as her arms turned fully into legs, to lay down. “Can you believe they were trying to hold us down? Maybe it’s fate that they’re now both the pussies of such awesome women as us...!”
Ashley shook her head, playing going deeper into Russel’s lips, enjoying how she found not teeth, but just tender wet flesh.
“Nah, I don’t believe in such silly things, cunts are just cunts.”
Kim shrugged.
“Amen to that!”
Cassie, outraged at the level of disregard for her personhood that her new owner was showing, began to protest.
“Don’t you dare talk of me likglllllllllllllgggggggggggggggllllllllh!” Or at least she tried to, until her mouth started to turn into the pussy she was.
The forming ladies’ weight had passed from plump, to chubby and beyond, and was still growing when nipples slid from one side to the other, swelling into two massive pairs of tits. Hips expanded to accommodate their enormous asses.
Ashley and Kim stood up, in complete control of their bodies, the heads with vaginas for mouths in their fat crotches could only angrily and impotently stare as the women stood there enjoying themselves. The last remains of any sporty clothes were removed, they looked down at Russell and Cassie, Ashley said bye bye with her hand.
“GHHHHHHIIIIHHHHHHHHH!”
Russel and Cassie suffered the knot, their head spun over themselves as they were moved into the proper alignment for functional sex organs. They could see the crowd and the crowd could see that they were just cunts.
As those heads shrunk the two gym pussies gurgled and flapped their vaginal lips, a last act of frustration, as their skulls shrunk, their faces deformed... into just cunts and angry eyes...
And then just cunts.
Kim had some curly blonde pubes, Ashley was well shaven and bigger and meatier.
“And there they go!” clapped Kim cheerfully.
Ashley stretched out her fat arms.
“That felt greater than great!” she giggled.
The two black ladies did a high five, they hugged and when they did their vaginas touched, but for now they were the only ones who could hear their pussies complaints. If they felt like paying attention to their demands, which they didn’t.
Laughing with excitement, two large women were now set free in a great big world.
Ashley rubbed one of her big nipples, then winked to Kim, who nodded in agreement, they faced their spectating audience. With one hand on her hips and the other spreading her blond vagina Kim shouted: “Who wants to give these brand new pussies their first ride?”
Many hands and penises were raised impatiently.
