Reversion: Heather's Pussy

 

"God, you're such a pussy." The woman's voice sounded in Isacc's head as clearly as if she was in the room with him. 

"What?" He gasped looking around for the source of the voice "Who is that? What do you want?"

"Oh, yes I suppose I should introduce myself, although we've known each other for a long time." The voice giggled as if she'd said something funny "my name is Heather and I've been your cock for all these years."

"No, you can't be." Isacc's heart hammered in his chest as the implications of Heather's words sank in "That's not possible. The only way you could be my cock is if..."

"Is if you were going through reversion." Heather finished the sentence he couldn't bring himself to complete. "For a pussy you're pretty quick."

Isacc had heard of reversion syndrome, everyone had. The rare still inexplicable phenomenon that caused people to completely transform into the genitals of an entirely new person.

"No, no, no." He protested "This can't be happening. I'm a man. I have a life. I can't be just a cunt."

"Ha, you keep telling yourself that little pussy," Heather laughed in his head "try and hold on to 'your' life if you can. But ask yourself, why you're alone in your room on a Friday night? Could it be because you sensed it wasn't your life at all? Maybe you've just been marking time until I came along?"

Isacca opened his mouth to protest again but strange new sensations from his legs cut him off mid-breath.

"Oh, feels like things are getting started already," Heather told him "I'd say it's a shame we didn't get to chat for longer but honestly I can't wait to take my proper place."

Iscacc tore off his jeans in time to watch in fascinated horror as the bones and muscles in his legs melted and flowed into a pair of slim feminine arms. His toes elongated into slender fingers as his feet became Heather's hands. 

"Hmm, I don't think I'll be needing these anymore," she says as her hands pull Isacc's boxers exposing his achingly hard cock "What do you say, one last tug for old time's sake?"

The new hands took a firm grip on his throbbing member, expertly stroking and teasing, forcing him to the brink despite everthing. 

"Oh god," he groaned unable to hold back anymore "I'm cumming!"

Think ropes of jazz painted his belly and chest as he came harder than he ever had before. His head swam and for a moment he almost managed to forget the bizarre forces transforming his body. Reality returned a moment later when his cock began to change. It ballooned obscenely large. Human facial features emerge from the smooth flesh. Hanna's pretty face formed before his eyes until it was as complete as his own.

Green eyes fluttered open. Red hair spilt from her scalp to frame her face. 

"Ack, I will not miss that!" She coughed wiping flecks of semen from her new lips "Uhg, you can take care of all that fluids stuff from now on, like the good pussy you are."

"Stop calling me that!" He demanded "I'm a man. I'll fight you. I'll never submit to being a cunt."

But Heather just laughed at Isacc's impotent rage. Already the changes were spreading up his body. His abdomen barrelling out to become Heather's chest complete with full firm breasts. His own collapsed inward to become her slender waist.

Bones cracked loudly and muscles twisted turning his shoulders into her womanly hips. The change forced his arms up against either side of his head as they stretched into long shapely legs.

He found himself utterly helpless, head trapped between Heather's soft thighs as she sat up to inspect her new human form.

"Not bad, not bad at all." She grinned seemingly satisfied with what she could see "Almost perfect in fact. There's just one more thing I need to make me complete. Hope you're ready to take your place little pussy?"

"No pleash," he begged through transforming lips "shtop, let me gooo...."

His final words trailed off into random wet sucking noise as his tongue and teeth faded away and his lips stretched into a pussy's labia.

Isacc's perspective swung through 180 degrees and the last of his humanity merged into Heather's crotch. Sinking into the comforting warmth of her body he could feel her fingers probing his incredibly sensitive folds. His last coherent thoughts were that maybe being her pussy wouldn't be so bad after all.