Revenge Of The Wereslut (Wereslut Book 2, Steamy Gender Swap Romance) Page 2

  After Bryce returned home, he flung himself on his bed and let out an ear-shattering scream into his pillow. All he could think about was how terrible he felt for even considering letting his slutty alter-ego loose on his best friend. And even if he told Julie about Brittney, how much would that change between the two of them? Would she really keep to her word and take him if she discovered that he became a woman once a month?

  He wanted to curl into a ball and disappear, letting everything else pass him by and hopefully sort itself out. But he knew that would never work. Things like this just didn’t go away with time. And if Thom was right about this curse, then he was stuck with Brittney for the rest of his life.

  A feeling of dread washed over him as he lay sprawled across his comforter, staring up at the ceiling. He’d never be free of the slut inside of him, clawing to get out and run amok whenever the moon was full. He felt like a monster—a freak from some crappy horror movie you’d see at the dollar theater. Bryce let out another frustrated sigh before he resigned himself to his own exhaustion.

  But as his eyes closed, his mind began to wander to darker things. He could feel that presence inside of him that he had some to recognize as Brittney’s consciousness swelling in his mind. It felt like silk against his thoughts, smooth and sensual, filled with the promise of dark desires that he had only dreamed of before. Her will expanded until all he could see in his mind’s eye was his best friend sprawled naked out in front of him—or rather, in front of Brittney. He watched as his inner slut showed him the thing he always dreamed of, Julie begging to make love to him in the most desperate way imaginable.

  Bryce could see a dark room in his mind’s eye, his bed adorned with the lithe naked body of his best friend as she bit her lip in anticipation. He could feel his cock swelling inside of his jeans as the fantasy played through his head and Brittney purred with delight as his excitement. He watched as the sumptuous body of his wereslut alter-ego crawled onto the bed toward Julie, running her hand over his best friend’s silky smooth skin.

  Julie drew in a sharp breath as Brittney touched her, her perky little tits giving a soft jiggle as her nipples erected themselves eagerly. He could feel himself growing harder and harder as he watched and his hands began to move of their own accord. He could practically see his alter-ego grinning as he pulled the thick mass of his cock free from his jeans at her bidding.

  See? Bryce could almost hear Brittney’s voice in his ear as his hand began to slowly work at his rigid shaft. I’m not so bad, Bryce. We can be friends, if you just let me have my fun every month.

  He let out a soft moan as he watched Brittney dip her head between Julie’s imaginary thighs, sliding her soft little pink tongue against his best friend’s trembling slit. He watched her writhe and whimper in delight as her eyes rolled back. This was more vivid than anything he’d ever fantasized before, almost like it was a memory rather than a construct of his own imagining.

  Bryce began to relax into the fantasy, allowing Brittney to control his limbs as she made him pump harder on his shaft. All the while, she allowed him to watch as his best friend cried out in ecstasy as his own alternate form eagerly and expertly lapped at her dripping muff. He could almost taste Julie’s lust on his tongue, feel her thighs wrapping around his shoulders as Brittney wriggled her tongue devilishly on his friend’s throbbing clit.

  He could feel Brittney’s own pussy getting wet, a bead of lust sliding down along her thigh. Bryce’s cock throbbed, his base beginning to swell as a tightness grew between his hips. His hand continued to stroke his dick of its own accord, working it just the way he liked with as he saw Julie’s hips begin to buck in his mind’s eye. She was close and so was Bryce, and if Brittney kept this up he’d gush onto his hand just as his imagined version of Julie came, screaming for more.

  Bryce watched as Brittney’s fingers slid deep into Julie’s cunt, slipping within the rosy folds of her womanhood and working his best friend’s spot until she began to scream out for him. Julie’s stomach clenched and her hips squirmed, eagerly working Brittney’s slender fingers deeper inside of her. Her body glistened with sweat as she licked her lips, watching the wereslut between her legs bringing her closer and closer to climax.

  I can be a good girl, Bryce, Brittney cooed within his mind as he watched on, feeling himself beginning to swell in his hand as his own climax drew nearer. She was working him so perfectly, pumping his cock just enough to keep him on the edge as he watched the lesbian fantasy that played out in his mind. We can be friends, and you can have her wrapped around our fingers.

  Bryce let out a moan as he felt his tip throb, so close to cumming that it was becoming torture. His eyes shut tight as he watched Julie begin to scream, her muscles contracting as her body trembled in the precursors of orgasmic bliss. She cried out his name, her back arching as she threw his head back, Brittney’s face buried right against Julie’s pussy as his best friend came. Bryce could feel her pussy tightening around Brittney’s fingers as her tongue licked mercilessly at Julie’s clit, making her squirm to get away from sheer amount of pleasure radiating from Brittney’s ministrations.

  As Julie cried out, Bryce could feel the tidal wave of his own orgasm about to break, his hand stroking eagerly as his release loomed ever closer. He looked through Brittney’s imagined view at Julie as her breasts heaved with every labored moan of enjoyment, their eyes locking as Bryce finally felt himself break upon the rocks of his climax.

  His cock pulsed, throbbing as a hot torrent of his seed gushed from his swollen tip. His warm cum spilled across his fingers and down his stomach, making his hips buck with each contraction of his shaft. He cried out, his world spinning as his mind filled with images of Julie and Brittney locked together, passionately making love. He felt Brittney’s consciousness brushing up against his own again, heightening his sensation as he heard her voice whispering through his mind again.

  Let’s be friends, Bryce.

  A month passed, and Bryce was only hours away from his second transformation. It had taken a bit of convincing, but his alter-ego, Brittney, had finally convinced him through night after night of vivid and erotic wet dreams to finally allow her to seduce his best friend and finally get what he always wanted—in a manner of speaking.

  I’ll even let you sit in the passenger’s seat tonight, Brittney’s voice purred in his thoughts as sat on his bed. Bryce could feel himself becoming anxious, the first signs that the moon was rising outside and that he’d soon be transforming. He felt his body shiver as he sat there, naked. His eyes turned toward the skimpy outfit laid out beside him on the sheets, picked up only the night before. He had to guess what Brittney’s sizes might be and whenever he found something particularly skimpy she gave him her purring seal of approval—which took the form of an inconvenient erection brought on by a vivid flash of her intentions with Julie.

  As his stomach started to tighten he could feel his body shifting, beginning the change from shy, awkward Bryce to slutty, confident Brittney. As he felt his hips begin to swell and take on Brittney’s voluptuous curves he could sense her consciousness stretching out like a cat waking from its nap. Her thoughts filled his mind and he bit down on his bottom lip as they began to plump and turn deep red and pouty.

  Bryce through himself back onto the bed and began to writhe, letting out a moan that sounded nothing like his own deep, husky voice. His bones shifted and his frame slimmed down until nothing about him was recognizable. Bryce’s broad chest swelled and softened into Brittney’s pillowy tits.

  Bryce felt an odd, floating sensation all around him, feeling as though his limbs had gone numb from being sat on for too long. He could still see through his eyes, but as he watched Bryce saw himself—or rather, watched Brittney—stand up and slink over to the bathroom, stretching her naked body triumphantly.

  As Brittney stepping into the restroom she let out a delighted squeal, biting her lip as she slid her hands all over her soft skin and up across her puffy pink nipples.

 
“Oh, Bryce. Julie won’t know what hit her,” she purred, turning around to admire her firm, round ass and shapely legs.

  With a smile, Brittney turned back to the bedroom and slipped into the tight little mini-skirt and midriff baring top, forgoing the skimpy little thong that Bryce had picked out. She smirked and whispered to the empty room. “I won’t be needing those, baby. They’ll only get in the way.”

  After she was dressed in her new clothes, Brittney happily got into Bryce’s car and headed to Julie’s apartment. All the way over she couldn’t’ help by squirm, biting her lip as she came up with some way to get herself into her apartment. After a moment of thought, she decided to simply say she locked herself out of her apartment and needed to use the phone or something.

  She took her heels off as she got into Julie’s apartment, Bryce’s countless memories of the building reminding her that there was no elevator. The last thing she needed was a broken ankle, and even she didn’t know if she had all the fun powers that werewolves had, like being able to heal.

  Taking the stairs a few at a time in her eagerness, Brittney dashed into the hall, trying to calm herself before knocking on Julie’s apartment door. From what Bryce could recall, Julie didn’t often have company and didn’t even have a roommate.

  All’s the better, Brittney thought as she knocked gingerly on the door. To her surprise, the door drifted open slightly with a faint click and Brittney could see the table on the inside almost knocked over.

  Bryce’s thoughts rushed through Brittney’s mind as she stepped quietly into the apartment. Concern rushed through her as Bryce worried that something might have happened to Julie or someone had broken in.

  A soft sound drifted to Brittney’s ears as she walked through the disaster area that had become of Julie’s home. At first blush, Bryce’s disembodied mind thought that Julie was in pain, moaning out for someone to help her.

  “Please…” came a faint whimper from deeper inside of Julie’s tiny one-bedroom apartment.

  Brittney, influenced by Bryce’s own deep concern, pushed open the bedroom door wide, only to find a rather familiar red-haired woman driving a thick strap-on deep into Julie as she knelt down on all fours. Julie’s short black hair was plastered to her by sweat as she moaned out, the thick green strap-on driving deep and dark into her drenched cunt.

  Time seemed to freeze as Brittney stood in the doorway, looking up into the eyes of the very wereslut who had created her, who was now fucking the very girl she’d come for herself. Bryce’s thoughts welled up in a rage inside of Brittney’s mind, but as she looked at the scene before her she could feel nothing else but turned on. Her pussy started to moisten as she watched Tiffany turn her golden eyes toward Brittney with a mocking smirk.

  Time seemed to realize its momentary lapse, as Julie suddenly cried out in surprise and anger as she noticed the woman standing in her bedroom doorway—a woman she’d never met in her entire life.

  “What the fuck are you doing in my house?” Julie yelled breathlessly, almost forgetting that her pussy was still filled with Tiffany’s massive fake cock.

  Brittney was almost speechless, stuttering a moment before, surprisingly, Tiffany let out a giggle and ran her hand along Julie’s hips.

  “Oh, sweetie, I forgot to mention I was inviting a friend,” Tiffany cooed in her cool British accent, sliding her strap-on slowly out of Julie’s cunt. “I thought that since we’re having so much fun with just the two of us, then maybe one more would make things all the better. Right, love?”

  Tiffany’s golden eyes stared right into Brittney’s as she bit down on her bottom lip and started to tease at her cute little nipples invitingly. As she watched, Brittney could feel her own pussy starting to throb and her nipples pressing against the thin fabric of her top.

  “Exactly,” Brittney purred, glancing over at the deep pink folds of Julie’s pussy, still drenched in her own lust. “You don’t mind, do you? You seem like the kind of girl who likes a good fuck.”

  She could feel her need to be filled rising inside of her, unable to keep her gaze from that enormous strap-on lashed around Tiffany’s slender hips. Her chest heaved with each breath, her mouth practically watering at the thought of it parting her tight cunt.

  As Brittney watched, Tiffany slid her fingers over Julie’s cheek, purring to her seductively. Something happened in Bryce’s friend’s eyes as the wereslut caressed her, her eyes fluttering and her body relaxing with a soft moan. Tiffany had done something, some sort of wereslut-jedi-mind-trick that Brittney desperately needed to learn.

  “Sounds like fun,” Julie cooed as she leaned back against the headboard and spread her legs in an open invitation.

  She could feel Bryce’s anger bubbling inside of her, but Brittney’s own lust was too overwhelming, roaring over even Bryce’s enraged visions of throttling Thom for sic’ing his own wereslut on his best friend.

  Calm down, Brittney thought as she walked toward Julie’s sprawled, waiting form. You’re about to get what you’ve always wanted. And besides, what guy doesn’t want to be in a threesome?

  Brittney cast her top off as she strode over to the bed, crawling up Julie’s body and pressing their lips together in a kiss that Bryce had been waiting for years to feel. Her skin was soft against Brittney’s, like silk brushing against silk. She could feel Julie pressing her own hips up, whatever magic Tiffany had worked on her making her more than eager to accept Brittney’s eager kisses.

  Her heart raced as she hungrily pressed her body to Julie’s, their hearts pounding in rhythm against their respective ribcages in a harmonized drumbeat of passion. Brittney could hear Tiffany giggle behind her and feel the soft caress of the other wereslut running her fingers along her bare back. Goosebumps ran up her spine as she slowly began to crawl back down Julie’s body for the prize between her thighs.

  Brittney put her face squarely between Julie’s legs, her ass up in the air as her tits pressed into the bed, all the better to bury her lapping tongue into Julie’s welcoming folds. Her fingers parted her outer lips, moaning as she found the throbbing nub of Julie’s clit immediately, ready to be teased.

  “Eager beaver,” Brittney heard Julie say as she moaned, eliciting a throaty laugh from Tiffany.

  “What can I say?” Brittney asked with a smirk, looking up from between Julie’ thighs. “I’m a horny slut.”

  She dove back into Julie’s pussy eagerly sliding her tongue against the warmth of her throbbing little clit. Brittney smiled as she heard Julie moan up above her, arching her back as Tiffany ran her fingers along it slowly.

  “I bet you’re ready for something in your pussy, aren’t you, love?” Tiffany purred, shifting so that she was right behind Brittney. Her heart raced, wiggling her ass eagerly as her tongue lapped at Julie’s clit.

  “Yes!” Brittney moaned against Julie’s cunt, her ass up in the air. Her mind was filled with thoughts of being filled her lips parted around that fat strap-on as Tiffany fucked her cunt like the dirty slut she was. “Fuck me!”

  Brittney felt the cool tip of Tiffany’s dildo pressing against her slit, making her moan against Julie’s pussy in anticipation. Her need swelled within her, drowning out everything else as she lost herself in the torrent of desire.

  Tiffany’s cock slid inside of her easily, her pussy drenched, eager to be full. Brittney bucked her hips and cried out, lapping and sucking softly on Julie’s clit. Brittney slid two fingers into Julie’s cunt, her other hand reaching down between her own thighs to play at her needful nub while Tiffany began to thrust inside of her.

  Brittney moaned loudly along with Julie, her eyes closed as she felt the other wereslut’s hips slamming against her ass, fucking Brittney hard and fast, just the way she liked it.

  “That’s it, baby, fuck that cunt! Yes!” she cried before she dived back into Julie’s needy muff. She could feel how close Julie was; the way she bucked and squirmed, the way her pussy clenched around her fingers. Tiffany had gotten her nice and worked up for her.
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  Her fingers flicked and teased on her own clit as her tongue played wickedly on Julie’s, moaning out eagerly as her cunt was fucked hard. Her hips grew tense and a pressure grew between her thighs, her orgasm building quickly.

  Julie’s body writhed under Brittney’s tongue, crying out as her orgasm wracked her with uncontrollable spasms. Her stomach tensed and relaxed in rapid succession as her thighs wrapped around Brittney’s shoulders. She cried out, her eyes screwed shut as her hips bucked against Brittney’s face.

  Brittney’s own orgasm was not far off, Tiffany’s strap-on ramming itself right against her sensitive little g-spot with each thrust. Her hips squirmed and bucked as she felt the pressure between them grow almost unbearable. The wereslut let out a low moan as her felt the first blissful convulsions of her climax radiating from her hips, her clit exploding in an electrical storm of pleasure as he cried out. Her moans were muffled by Julie’s drenched cunt against her mouth.

  After her orgasm, the night was a blur to Bryce. He awoke the next morning back in his bed, naked and still tired from the night before. Once again, the covers were piled around him, and he was beginning to think that even though he transformed into a slut instead of a wolf upon the rise of the full moon, he still returned to his “den” just before daybreak.