Kinktober 2021: Day 19. Lips

 A simple kiss was all it took. The soft pillows of her lips met mine, warm and firm and tasting faintly of strawberry. She sighed, her lithe body melting against mine in a moment of tender surrender. Then she was gone, slipping away across the crowded dance floor without even telling me her name. 

Perhaps I should have followed, would that have made a difference? I can't say but it couldn't have hurt. I might have at least have an explanation for what happened to me. Instead I wrote it off as a dare or an impulsive moment on her part, flattering but not as big deal. 

The rest of the night went by as normal. More dancing, more drinking, much more drinking. A few unsuccessful attempts to get a girl's number. A normal Saturday night in short so I didn't notice anything odd until the next morning. 

I stumbled to my bathroom focused on brushing away the taste of dead dog and still blissfully unaware of my "condition". It was the altered sensation of the toothbrush entering my mouth that first caught my attention. It felt good. Weird but good. Like my lips were swollen but also incredibly sensitive. I carefully withdrew the brush and blearily examined myself in the mirror.

My lips did appear swollen, much fuller and thicker than normal but without the redness or discomfort I'd expect if I was having an allergic reaction. I probed at my top lip with my tongue. It felt, nice, sensitive without being tender and tasting faintly of strawberry. 

The taste tickled at my memory and I recalled the girl last night with her soft kissable lips. Lips very much like the ones I was now looking at.

"No way," I croaked my voice hoarse and cracking as spoke "what the hell is this?"

I coughed attempting to clear my throat but the husky almost feminine tone of my voice persisted. 

"Am I still dreaming?" I asked my reflection poking and pulling at my altered lips "Or a prank, some kind of drug to... mmm!"

I interrupted myself as my exploring finger slipped further into my mouth and I instinctively began to suck on it. It felt so right, so natural, taking something long and hard into my mouth even if it was just a finger. My eyes rolled back and the moan of pleasure I let slip would have put a porn star to shame. 

The lewd sound echoing off the bath tiles shocked me back to my senses and I yanked my hand away. 

Splashing my face with cold water calmed me down again and I turned my attention back to the mirror. My reflection looked back at me wide eyed and, now I was fully awake to notice it, subtly different. My full pouting lips were just just the most obvious change. My eyes seemed wider my lashes longer and thicker. My unruly mop of brown hair had gained lighter streaks and fell almost to my shoulders, much longer than I normally wore it. True I was over due a trip to the barbers but it hadn't been that long had it? 

I stroked my chin wondering if it was the longer hair that made my other facial features seem softer than normal, almost delicate. My fingers slid over perfectly smooth skin not finding a trace of the morning stubble I'd normally expect.

"Okay new plan." I announced still trying to force my changing voice back into its normal register "breakfast then I'm calling a doctor. Or maybe an exorcist." 

I hurried to the kitchen pulling on a clean t-shirt and jeans as I went. I set a much needed pot of coffee brewing and looked for something to eat. In typical single guy style my kitchen wasn't exactly well stocked. I turned up some stale bread, four bottles of beer and a banana. 

My stomach grumbled loudly and I grabbed the banana without thinking. Before I could give it a second thought the yellow fruit was in my mouth. I didn't even peel it. Just started sucking until it was bumping against the back of my throat. My gag reflex seemed to have vanished along with my facial hair and I was about to try deep throating it before I came to my senses. 

As before it was the sound of my increasingly girlish moans that bough me round but this time I couldn't bring myself  to stop. It just felt right to have my mouth filled like this. I rolled my tounge around it think about all the girls I'd been with over the years and wishing that even one of them had demonstrated the kind of oral fixation that seemed to be afflicting me. 

I could feel other changes spreading through my body accelerating as I gave in to this unnatural urge.

My hair grew past my shoulders and when it flopped in front of my eyes I could see it had turned platinum blonde. 

My top and the seat of my jeans pulled tight as new curves replaced my lean runner's body.  The cuffs of my pants pooled around my feet as I shrank several inches.

 

Part of my cringed at my growing tits, and tits was the only word for huge mounds I was sprouting, spilled out of my straining top. At the spankable ass I could feel swelling with my free hand. But mostly I was obsessively focused on slobbering over the phallic fruit. 

I finally pulled it free with an audible pop once I'd felt my proud manhood vanish inside me. An odd calm settled on me as I reached inside my boxers to feel the second pair of lips that now nestled between my legs.

I still had many questions, uncertainy about what this impossible transformation meant. Who I even was now. All I knew for sure, as I  peeled the fruit and finally took a bite, I was going to need something much more substantial than a banana for whatever came next.