Around the Gender Bend


Sigma giggled as he lay down on his bed, legs sticking up into the air and his swollen erection lying flat against the grey furred cheetah's belly. He reached out, blushing as the silky softness of his pink panties touched against his toes, sliding up and over his feet at the behest of his dexterous paws and slipping onto his legs before being pulled, oh so gently and sensually, up the length of his lower limbs. Raising his hips from the bed with a soft moan of excitement, the big cat purred as he felt the cool silk slide around his buttocks and caress his balls, holding them fondly close to his body in a deliciously snug embrace. Lowering his legs, Sigma pulled himself upright and slipped off of his bed with another giddy murmur, padding lightly across his bedroom to the mirror which was built into one door of his large closet. He squirmed in delight and arousal as he saw himself, raising his arms up over his head and crossing them behind his beaming face, striking a pose, watching his stiff cock strain and throb as it protruded lewdly from the waistband of those delicate pink undergarments. 

"Mmh... sexy lady..."

Twisting upon the spot, Sigma wiggled his rump at the mirror, pushing his legs together so that his balls were invisible; his lean, feminine frame aiding the apparent transformation into a gorgeous, sexy woman. The cheetah couldn't help but shudder in excitement as he watched himself flirt playfully with his own reflection, shamelessly aroused by how good he looked. He wanted so badly to grasp his erection, fall back onto the bed and paw himself to a senseless, euphoric orgasm with his balls still locked away in those deliciously soft and smooth panties, but as much as his throbbing erection was demanding his attention, he wanted to maintain his self-directed teasing for longer. His mind was racing with all the lewd and naughty things he'd do to himself and with others if he were the woman his envisaged before him now. Closing his eyes, Sigma swayed his hips from side to side once again, no longer using his own view of himself for imaginative purposes but relying purely on fantasy instead. He moaned happily as he slid his hands down his thighs, imagining those digits belonged to another person; someone who couldn't wait to get him out of those panties again, but who knew they had to wait... wait till he, or perhaps she, was good and ready.

The cheetah squirmed in pleasure as he ran his hands up his chest, raking his claws through the soft, fluffy, light grey fur which dwelt there. He imagined his breasts, small but perfectly formed, heaving as he was touched and teased and adored by countless hands and eyes, and cried out helplessly as a vast swell of desire surged through him, his cock aching with lustful urgency. His eyes fluttered open, and Sigma turned once more to face the mirror head on. He looked down at his crotch, where his swollen hard-on was drooling a liberal stream of pre-cum down its pink underside, the first few droplets of his arousal just beginning to reach and trickle down the fabric of his panties. It was such an erotic sight the male could barely contain himself, and was quite ready to just give in then and there, throwing caution to the wind and beginning the furious, lustful masturbation which he knew was bound to ensure sooner or later; having hoped to work himself up into a far greater state of need first in order to make the eventual climax that much more gloriously intense. Before he could do so however, Sigma was floored, quite literally floored, as out of nowhere he felt the most incredible surge of pleasure; an all encompassing wave of ecstasy that shocked his swollen cock and aching balls, and indeed every inch of sensitive flesh hidden away within those pink panties.

Falling to his hands and knees, the cheetah yowled in bliss, panting and whimpering wildly as the pleasure receded for a moment and he stared down between his legs, watching his stiff cock flexing and throbbing as though in the throes of climax, but without actually cumming. Another wave of pleasure struck Sigma's body, and as his claws dug into the bedroom carpet and his back arched violently, head tossing helplessly back in a cry of bliss, he felt something falling, thick and lush, around his head. Raising one trembling paw, Sigma grasped at the thick, flowing locks of dark grey fur which now rested upon his scalp, and forced himself to look up, into the mirror, and face his reflection once again.

"O-oh god..."

It was hair. Real hair. He didn't know how it was possible, but his hair had grown in a matter of seconds from a short crop into a lush, shoulder length fountain of slightly curly and utterly ravishing headfur. With a whimper of shock and, quite frankly, delight which cut through even his most base fear like a hot knife through butter, the cheetah struggled back up onto just his knees, and stared into the mirror in disbelief as yet another burst of blissful sensation threatened to overwhelm him. Before his very eyes his chest began to swell, his hips to widen before his very eyes, and the shape of his face twisted subtly into a more curvy, feminine form than anything he had been able to cultivate thus far. 

More shocking than anything else thus far however, a more violent and radical shift in his physical self than even the miracles of the past few heated moments could possibly have hinted at, was the volatile surge of ecstasy which swept over Sigma as his erect cock began to shrink visibly and rapidly before his very eyes. It never ceased being hard, throbbing and drooling in arousal, but simply began to shrink until it vanished within the tight, loving embrace of those pink panties. Sigma whimpered, half in pleasure half in fear, as he watched the front of those panties go from bulging to smooth and flat in a matter of seconds, clutching at himself and groaning in stunned amazement as he realised that not only had his cock seemingly vanished, but his balls were gone too. 

Struggling to his feet, Sigma returned to the bed and threw himself down upon it. Hurriedly, gasping and grunting in an urgent desire to see what was happening to him down there, the grey furred cheetah hooked his thumbs around the waistband of his delicate pink panties, and pulled them down to about mid way along his thighs. He stared down at himself over the pleasant hilly curves of his new breasts, nipples stiff and begging for attention in the warm bedroom air, he looked down his lean belly and between his trembling legs as they held him up off the soft sheets, exposing his nether regions for the cheetah's own wide, searching eyes to see.

"..."

Sigma couldn't talk. She could barely even breath as she stared at her... at her pussy. With one trembling hand she reached down towards that smooth curve of flesh and fur upon her crotch, no bulge of balls or cock, no signs of external genitalia at all besides a slight bump of a pubic mound and... and a warmth. A wetness. An internal clenching and longing the likes of which Sigma had never felt before.

The cheetah placed a hand upon her new genitalia, running her fingers through her soft, fluffy pubic fur before sliding down a little further and feeling her middle finger meet with warm flesh. Her breath caught in her throat, and she shivered in delight as she felt something. A little fold, a small and delicate package to be unwrapped. Carefully, ever so gently, Sigma caressed this little hood of flesh and slowly coaxed it away it from the object which it was attempting to shield. Her fingers felt charged with static electricity as she reached out with quivering excitement for her clit, and as she touched it... as she pressed her fingers against that swollen nub, and rubbed it for the first time in its existence, Sigma screamed.

Pleasure like this... a woman's pleasure, was so different from that of a man. It was the same basic feeling, physically pleasant sensations intensified to the extreme, but... god, it was unmistakably different from anything Sigma had ever known before. The cheetah rubbed her clitoris again, and again, and again, and with each caress of her single finger across the surface of that swollen bump her body thrashed, her legs kicked, and her innermost workings clutched around the phantom cock which it longed to feel within itself. She found herself giggling and squirming upon the bed as she continued to touch herself, to masturbate for what was effectively the first time in this miraculous new body. For such an incredible and impossible change, she couldn't seem to take it seriously. It was just... so much fun! It felt so good, and as a result she felt so very, very good.

"Yes... y-yes!" 

Sigma whimpered and squirmed in delight as she rubbed her clit, her finger running back and forth rapidly across the whole length of her slit, allowing her to feel the lustful moisture gathering around that hot pink flesh. She strained and grunted, fighting to prise her legs further apart and grant herself better access, but restrained by those wonderful silk panties still wrapped around her thighs. Thus all she could do was work that much harder with what she had. She rubbed shamelessly at herself, craving the release of orgasm which was so familiar to Sigma, yet so unknown in this new form. Her free hand pawed and squeezed rather oafishly at her breasts, tweaking her nipples, finding out how much stimulation was too much and pushing herself beyond those limits just to find out what happened when she did. She was close, already so worked up from before her transformation and now ever more so. She wanted, needed and was damn well going to cum. It was just a matter of how soon, and how hard.

In the end it was the strangest of all things which sent Sigma hurtling over the brink of orgasm and down into the hot, sticky cavern of ecstasy which lay beyond. It wasn't the stimulation which the cheetah was rapidly and savagely applying to her fresh, untouched pussy, nor was it the teasing touches applied to her breasts. It wasn't the fevered caresses of her throbbing, swollen clit, nor was it the sensation of her feminine fluids beginning to leak down over her tailbase in unabashed arousal. What sent Sigma careering into climax was in fact the cheetah's own voice, hearing herself shriek and recognising that passionate feminine cry as her own. It suddenly and with devastating intensity truly hit home to Sigma about her situation. She screamed like a woman not because she felt like one, but because, right now, through whatever impossible means... she really was one.

She really was a woman.

A woman.

A hot, sexy, oh so fuck-able, touchable, tease-able, rub-able woman, lying down on her bed, writhing in the throes of masturbatory bliss with her panties wrapped around her thighs.

Sigma's eyes widened in stunned euphoria, and a split-second later a fresh scream of bliss tore through the rather hot, musky bedroom air. In the throes of her orgasm, Sigma blindly pressed her finger down hard against the stiff button of her throbbing, aching clit, and as a wave of almost painfully intense ecstasy wracked her body from head to toe, she felt something boiling up inside herself. Her hips bucked, she felt a rush of... of something, her cheeks flushing crimson with embarrassment and joy a moment later as a streak of sticky liquids poured forth from somewhere deep inside herself, splashing out across the bedding and her now glistening pink silk panties. She sobbed in joy as once, twice, three times in quick succession she ejaculated, her tight pussy clenching so hard against itself that she could feel its inner walls quivering to the point that they almost began to stimulate themselves. 

The strength of the cheetah's orgasm was such that when it began to draw to a close, Sigma was almost entirely resigned to the fact she was going to pass out. It really was like she'd cum for the first time in her life, the experience so fresh and incredibly unique that it had not only blown her mind, but blown every last scrap of energy which her new body had possessed.

"Mmh..."

Sigma moaned softly to herself as she rolled over onto her belly, slipping both hands beneath her delicate frame and cupping, though not actively stroking or stimulating, her still gently throbbing but primarily spent pussy. She closed her eyes, and simply relished the sensation of her stiff nipples rubbing against the warm sheets, and the warm wetness of her pussy against her fingers, every instant reminding her what she was. A woman. An incredible, sexy, erotic, desirable woman.

The cheetah didn't know what she would be when she woke up. A man? A woman? Something else entirely? But as she drifted off to sleep, clutching rather lovingly at her nether regions, she knew she would never forget this feeling. Of being a man, then being a woman. Of changing. Of beginning as a guy; hard, horny, but then finally masturbating and cumming as a woman. All she would need to do, for the rest of her days, is slip on those panties... those panties stained with her very first dose of orgasmic feminine fluids, and she would never, ever forget how wonderful this experience had been.



By Jeeves