I used to be his simple roommate, a dude named Mark. Then I popped that gender swap pill from the lab, and boom—my chest swelled into a pair of perky tits, my dick shrunk into a slick, wet pussy, and my ass rounded into a perfect, plump peach. The craving for cock hit me like a freight train, making my clit throb and my hole ache.

That night at the club, Peter saw the new me—a hot babe with a hungry gaze. He didn’t waste a second. His big hands slid down my curves, gripping my ass and pulling me close. “You’re asking for it, aren’t you?” he growled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers straight to my cunt.

He led me home, his fingers already teasing my folds through my tight dress. In my room, he pinned me against the bed, his pants dropped, and his thick, rock-hard dick sprang out—veiny, precum dripping from the tip. “You want this cock in your tight little hole?” he asked, shoving two fingers into my wet gash. I moaned, my ass bouncing as I arched back.

He mounted me doggystyle, his godcock stretching my pussy slowly at first, making me gasp as it filled every inch. “So fucking wet for your ex-roommate,” he hissed, ramming deeper. Each thrust slammed my half-sphere tits into the sheets, my nipples scraping rough. “You love being my bitch, huh?” He grunted.

The flavor of his sweat on my skin mixed with the smell of my musky arousal. I felt his balls slap against my