3 comments/ 12527 views/ 12 favorites X-Change Fight: Total Domination By: rarmons "Do you understand everything we've told you so far, Mr. Davies?" I looked up from the sheet of paper, to the woman sitting behind the desk. She was in her mid thirties, wearing a power suit, looking every bit the business woman. "Yes, I think so. I sign here, and then on the weekends I fight in the ring. After a month, I get forty thousand bucks." I really needed that money, too, since I was up to my ears in gambling debts. A few weeks ago I borrowed some money, hoping I could make enough to pay them back. I couldn't, and now I was on the hook for about 35 big ones. My best friend, Andy, told me about this place, saying I could make some easy money. "Not exactly, Mr. Davies. You fight on Saturday and Sunday evenings. If you manage to win all eight fights you get the money." "And there are guys willing to pay a load of money just to fight me?" "We already explained this, they're not paying to fight you. They're paying to fight you on X-Change." "That's that pill that's supposed to make me more like a woman, right?" "It does more than make you like one, Mr. Davies, you WILL be a woman. For the next 30 days, at least. After that, the effect wears off, and you return back to your normal body." "Why don't these guys fight real women?" "It's not about fighting a woman, Mr. Davies. It's about domination. Dominating the guy inside the woman's body. And of course, winning." "What do they get if they win?" "It's all in the fine print, Mr. Davies. You'll have plenty of time to read that over at your own leisure later, but right now all we need from you is your signature." I looked down at the contract again, to the line that read "I, ___________ agree to participate in the Total Domination Show, and by signing certify I am over the age of 18, and of sound body and mind." My eyes were drawn upwards, to the place where it clearly showed "$40,000 USD" printed in bold letters. That money would solve all of my problems. I picked up the pen, and signed my name. Paul Davies. *** The small room they'd put me in didn't have a lot of furnishing. A bed, chair, table, a TV, and a small bookshelf with pamphlets. It was located in the same building as the fight was supposed to take place, and I'd have free access to their gym, so I could train for the fight. I was to stay here for the thirty days, which suited me fine, since I was currently between jobs. On the table laid my copy of the contract, as well as a small box that read "X-Change Fight" in big letters. I picked up the contract, and glanced over the fine print. The fights were no limits, no rules, until either one contender taps out, or is seriously injured. I didn't bother reading the rest, not like I had a choice anyway. The box of X-Change had a woman wearing boxing gloves on the front. I opened it, and inside was just one little pink pill-embossed with a large X on one side, and the number 30 on the other-and a folded up sheet of paper. Dear Customer, thank you for purchasing this special edition of one of our brand new product, X-Change Fight. As the industry leaders in gender swap technologies, we were able to engineer one of the finest products for up and coming fighters. In addition to the normal X-Change benefits, X-Change Fight enhances the body's ability to build muscle tissue, which carry over into your regular body after the pill wears off. We hope you enjoy your transformation, the X-Change Team On the other side, there was a diagram, instructing to swallow the pill with a glass of water. At the bottom were printed a few lines of text. Known side effects are headaches, vomiting, and a strong sex drive during high levels of adrenaline. WARNING: Do not take if you are suffering from congenital heart disease WARNING: Do not take if you are have a history of high blood pressure WARNING: Effects become permanent if user is inseminated while transformed I read over the last line a few times, wondering if it could be true. But in any case, I was just here to fight, and I could easily go a month without fucking a guy. Hell, I'd gone 27 years without doing that, I wasn't about to start now. After a few moments of consideration, I grabbed a bottle of water out of my backpack. If I wanted the money, I'd have to do this. I picked up the little pink pill, placed it on my tongue, then swallowed it with a few swigs of liquid. I felt the effects immediately, my whole body was tingling. My chest was expanding, stretching the shirt I was wearing. I closed my eyes, overcome with the unusual sensation. My dick went numb, and I couldn't feel it anymore. My entire body seemed to shrink, and my pants dropped down, not supported by my frame any longer. The entire process was over quickly. I opened my eyes again after the tingling faded. My lower body was hidden behind a large pair of tits. They looked to be about a D cup, although I can't say I'm good at judging that. They were definitely too big to fit into my hands. I went into the bathroom, and looked at myself in the mirror. The woman in the reflection was hot, I had to admit. The hair was long and blond, the lips were full. I pulled off my top, and watched the breasts hang freely in fascination. Playing with the nipples sent ripples of pleasure through my body. I pulled off my boxers, and saw a beautiful pussy between my legs, just a thin landing strip of hair above the slit. Involuntarily, my hand slid down, and rubbed over my newly formed labia. The sensation was overwhelming, I had no idea that just a simple touch could feel so good. I slipped a finger inside, and gasped. My pussy was slick with wetness, and it was incredibly weird-and exhilarating-to feel something slide into my body. I returned to the room, and laid down on the bed, and started fingering myself. I was thrusting three fingers in and out of my hole, playing with my clit with the other hand, and quickly brought myself to a mind blowing orgasm, far better-and longer-than anything I experienced as a man. I could get used to this, I thought to myself. At least I would never get bored over the next month. *** I spent the rest of that week in the gym, training with Suzy, a perky 24 year old. I lifted weights and did cardio under her tutelage, and just like the X-Change box had promised, I noticed myself getting toned. She also provided me with some accessories, like bras, that I obviously didn't own. I also bought a vibrator, because my fingers were getting tired. Every morning before starting my workout, and every evening before going to sleep, I brought myself to orgasm. The day of the first fight arrived, and Suzy led me backstage to the lockers. She handed me a black sports bra and shorts, and told me to put them on. I was really nervous while slipping into the new things. The bra fit snugly, and support the weight of my tits without problems. The shorts were really skimpy and form fitting, almost like panties. After I suited up, I tried a few kicks and punches, and was pleased with the mobility. Suzy introduced me to a few people, including a Marty McDonnell, a middle aged, balding fat man who-despite what his stature would lead you to believe-had a booming, cheerful voice. "This is Marty McDonnell, he'll be commentating your fights." "Pleased to meet you, just call me Marty, everybody does," he leered at me, with hungry eyes, eyeing my body. "I have to say, you got some damn fine tits on that new body of yours, son. Wouldn't mind giving ol' Marty a private show before the match, would you?" "Uh, no," I declined, creeped out by the way he was ogling me. "Ah well, worth a shot. Say, have you come up with a name yet?" "My name's Paul," I replied. "No, no, kid, a stage name. A fight name. I'm gonna have to call you something." "Um, how about...Paula?" "Paula? Not very original, is it. I bet you love that fine body of yours, don't you? Bet you already tried what it feels like to shove something up that cunt of yours, haven't you, boy? Bet you love that pussy of yours. I'm gonna call you Paula Pussylover, from now on. I like it, got a certain ring to it. Good luck in the fights." He chuckled at his own joke, and wandered off. Suzy led me to a curtained door. Behind it, I could hear a crowd of people. "Laaadies and gentlemen!" Marty's voice blasted over loudspeakers. "You're in for a special treat tonight. Hailing from upstate New York, this man is desperate for riches and fame. I just met him backstage, and let me tell you, his new body is quite exquisite, he's got tits men would kill over. May I present to you all, Pauuuuuuuuuuuuuula Pussylover, the new Total Domination champion." The crowd cheered, and Suzy nudged me in the back. I stepped through the curtain, and was amazed at how many people had gathered. There were hundreds of them, mostly men, sitting around the boxing ring in the center. She kept pushing me, and I walked through the narrow gap between the crowd of people. "And tonight's challenger, taking on this ferocious hellcat, will be Damian. His company went bankrupt, and he found out recently his wife is cheating on him...with another woman! Now he's yearning to release his frustration in the ring, and what's better than dominating a newly minted woman. The perfect way to pop her cherry." I watched "Damian" walk through the crowd. He was shorter than me, and really scrawny looking. I almost felt bad for him. Almost. But I wanted that money-no, I needed that money. I was determined to show no mercy. He stepped into the ring, into the opposite corner. He took off his robe, and underneath he just wore boxing shorts. "Go over and shake his hand. Then you're on your own," said Suzy, and handed me a mouthguard. I popped it into my mouth, then walked forward, and shook his hand. I could tell he was nervous. "Now that's some great sportsmanship, folks," bellowed Marty over the loudspeakers. "Now, get ready. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIGHT!" The crowd continued to chant "FIGHT" over and over. Damian immediately went on the offensive, and I was caught off guard. His shoulder slammed into my midriff, and knocked me over. I slammed into the ground, hard. Damian tried to pin me down, but I pushed him off me easily. I got back up, and we traded a few blows, but he wasn't very skilled. "What a start, the challenger loses no time going for the kill, but he didn't quite reckon with the Pussykiller." After a minute or so, I saw an opportunity, and took it. When he lunged at me, I grabbed his arm, and twisted it around behind his back, pulling it upward. He slammed into floor face first, and let out cries of pain. I applied more pressure to the arm. "Stop, stop, stop!" he yelled. "Tap out, then." Damian slammed his free hand on the floor, and the fight was already over. The crowd applauded. "Wow, folks. This deadly beauty wasted no time in taking down the challenger. Absolutely spectacular. He's gonna be something to look out for in the upcoming weeks." I heard the crowd chant my name. "PAULA! PAULA! PAULA!" It was intoxicating, and I realized I started to get wet. Back in the locker room, still sweaty from the fight, I started going to town, fingering myself before Suzy had even left the room. She looked back, and seeing me with my hand down my shorts, she chuckled. "We get that lot, it's one of the side effects of the Fight pill. Here, let me," she said, and walked over. She pushed me backwards onto the bench, reached inside my pants, and eased her fingers into me. I gasped, and started playing with my tits, while Suzy furiously fingered me. Her whole body was shaking with the motions, far better than anything I could do on my own. I exploded quickly in a powerful orgasm, electrifying all my senses. Breathless and satisfied, I watched Suzy wipe her hand on a towel. "Now go take a shower and relax, you got another fight coming up tomorrow." *** Time passed quickly. I won my match the next day, too, against another scrawny guy. If that's what they kept throwing at me, I was confident I'd have no problem winning every fight. Hearing the crowd chant my name after my opponent tapped out was like a drug, and always made me incredibly horny afterwards. Like Suzy had suggested, I brought my vibrator along with clean clothes to every match, fucking myself in the locker room afterwards. Those orgasms were far better than my normal ones. I spent most of my time in the gym, and the days kind of blurred together. On the last Saturday, I went to bed excited. Just one more fight to go, and I'd be debt free. Just one more fight, and I'd turn back into a man a few days later. *** "In the left corner," Marty's voice blared over the loudspeakers, "we have the Total Domination champion, Pauuuuuuuuuuuuuuula Pussylover! You all know and love her by now, she's fierce, she's deadly, and she's determined." The crowd roared at my name, and I was supremely confident. Just one more win, and I'd be able to go home with a cool 40 grand. I could pay off all my debts in one go, and still have a few thousand to spare. "Today's challenger will be something of a special treat, guys and gals. His wife left him two weeks ago, took the kids and half his fortune. Hailing from Seattle, Washington, ladies and gentleman, I give you Steeeeeeeeeeeve!" I was wondering what kind of sap they'd throw at me this time, when I saw him part the curtain, and gulped. Steve was much taller than anyone I'd fought so far, well over six feet. And he looked fit, too. Was this a mistake? There was no way this was an even fight. I looked around, but my coach was nowhere to be seen. Steve approached the ring, and stepped through the ropes. I got up to meet him, and nearly fell back down, my knees were so wobbly. "Come on", I told myself. "You can do this. This is the last one. The final hurdle between you and a giant pile of money." He might be taller and stronger, but I bet I have more experience. We shook hands, and when I looked up-he was at least a head taller than me-Steve leered at me. "I'm gonna enjoy this," he said, in a low growl. "I'm gonna make you enjoy it, too." He grabbed his package, and thrust towards me. The crowd cheered, but I just flipped him the bird, and stepped back into position. I would have stuck out my tongue at him too, if it weren't for the mouthguard. "Ooooh, feisty," Marty's voice blared over the loudspeakers. "Looks like this is gonna be a good one, folks. Now, if the contestants are ready..." he waited, until Steve and I both nodded, "let's get this started. THREE. TWO. ONE. FIGHT!" If I was going to win this, I'd have to be quick, use my agility to my advantage. We circled each other for a bit, and I was carefully looking for any sort of edge. When he glanced to the side for a brief moment, I sprang into action. I rushed forward, and as hard as I could manage, attempted to sweep his legs. As soon as my foot hit the side of his leg, incredible pain shot up the side of my body. Steve stumbled a bit, but otherwise seemed barely fazed. Meanwhile, my leg was burning with pain. "Ouch, that hurt just looking at it," Marty commented. "But the challenger seems unaffected." He reached out, and caught my arm in a vice-like grip. With his other hand, he reached under my sports bra, and cupped my tit with his massive paw, squeezing it tightly. I gasped, both from the shock of suddenly feeling a man's hand grope me-with hundreds of people watching, no less-and from the unexpected ripples of pleasure emanating from my nipples. "Looks like Steve is having a good time. Boy, what I wouldn't give to be able to squeeze those honkers myself, they sure look fine," roared Marty, to the crowd's amusement. Desperate to get free, while both his hands were busy, I punched him in the face. Straight on the nose. Putting in all the strength I could muster. Steve recoiled, and inspected the damage. "Wow, that was one hell of a dinger. I hope that nose isn't broken, things are just starting to heat up, it'd be a shame to end so soon..." No blood appeared, but even if it had, I had to make sure to use this to my advantage. I rushed forward again, aiming a kick directly at his balls. Before I was able to connect the kick, Steve twisted to the side, and my foot crashed into his thigh. With one hand, he pushed me backwards, and I landed roughly on the hard floor. "Have some decency, Paula. There might not be any rules in Total Domination, but have some decency, woman." We circled each other again, looking for any sort of opportunity, but none came. I tried to kick and punch him a few more times, but every time he either blocked it effortlessly, or he didn't even seem bothered by it. I was starting to get tired, there was no way I could keep it up, so I decided on a new strategy. Instead of attacking him, I would just let him initiate, and then dodge. Let him be the one to tire out. "Seems to me that Paula is getting tired. Honey, if you want to take a rest why don't you come over here and sit on my lap," Marty jeered, accompanied by raucous laughter from the audience. Steve noticed the change in tactics, and grinned at me. He advanced, but far too slow. I easily dodged to the side. He lunged again, and again, but I was able to sidestep twice. The third time, I got unlucky. Steve grabbed me by the shoulder, and I was unable to twist away. He hooked his other hand into the front of my bra, and tore hard at it. The clasp in the back shattered, and he pulled the entire thing off, exposing my breasts to the world. The crowd went wild, shouting at the top of their lungs. "Jesus, Mary and Joseph, those are some damn fine looking bazonkas. I knew this night was gonna be a special night, folks," Marty added. My hands shot up to cover my tits, but I quickly realized I couldn't cover them and fight at the same time. Steve twirled around the garment in the air, then let it fly into the crowd. He started advancing again, and I had to let go of my tits. Without the support from the bra, they flopped around a lot, making it harder find balance. A bulge had formed in Steve's pants, who was clearly enjoying the sight. At the thought of hundreds of people watching my nearly naked body, I started to feel a rush of excitement, and felt myself getting wet. That was the last thing I needed, and I willed myself stop. I couldn't lose this. Not now. Not so close to the end. "That's the spirit, girl. Let those puppies fly free, you're not doing anyone any favors hiding those beauties. Maybe Steve will be so distracted you can kick him in the balls again." The crowd laughed. We played cat and mouse a few more times, and I made damn sure he didn't catch me again. There were a few close calls, accompanied by "oohs" and "aahs" from the crow, but at this point my skin was so slick with sweat that Steve couldn't get a good grip. I could tell he was starting to wear out, too. His movement was slower, and his forehead was covered in beads of sweat. "Paula's not making this easy for Steve, but how long can she keep this up?" Marty was right, I was starting to get tired, but so was Steve. If I could keep it up for a few more minutes, I could do it. Steve, in an attempt to conserve some energy, played to the crowd. He raised both his arms into the air, and the crowd cheered him on. "Come on Paula, what do you say? You want to give the crowd what it wants?" Marty egged them on. As soon as Steve's back turned to me, I seized the opportunity. Mustering all the strength I had left, I slammed into him, shoulder first. Steve crashed backwards on the ground, and I fell on top of him. Before I had a chance to react, I felt a strong hand firmly grip my ponytail, and pull back. I twisted around, trying to get free, but Steve hooked a leg around both of mine, and pinned me in place, with my back locked against his body. X-Change Fight: Total Domination "Oh my, this sure looks like it could be the end. Steve's got her locked tight. Come on Steve, show those puppies some love. Do it for all the lonely guys in the audience." Steve obliged, and with his free hand roughly squeezed my tits. First one, then the other, while the crowd roared. I squirmed and wiggled, trying to break free of his grip. I tried to elbow him in the stomach, but he just chuckled. I felt the bulge in his pants grow, pressing against my backside. He must be seriously packing, from the feel of it. He let go of my hair, and instead wrapped his arm around my chest, locking my arms in place. Then his free hand wandered down, and forced its way into my shorts. I involuntarily gasped when his fingers brushed my clit, and I realized just how wet I'd gotten over the last few minutes. The rough, calloused fingers sliding over my labia were incredibly stimulating. A finger plunged into me, and I couldn't believe how good it felt. Another finger joined in, moving in and out. I tried breaking free again, but I was helpless. I felt the eyes of hundreds of strangers watching me getting fingerfucked by this brute, and I started to wonder what it would feel like to have Steve's cock inside me. My heart started beating faster. What was happening to me? "FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK," the crowd chanted in unison, drowning out the loudspeakers. "What do you say, 'Paula?' Do you want me to show you what a real man can do?" Steve growled into my ear, penetrating his fingers deeper into my pussy than ever before. I could feel the hunger, deep within me. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was dimly aware of the warning label on the X-Change instructions. I wanted to know what it would feel like to have his thick rod penetrate me. The energy of the crowd was coarsing through me. The thought of all these strangers watching me-knowing that on the inside I was just a man on X-Change-getting fucked drove me to near insanity. "Yes, please," I begged, and Steve obliged. He pulled his fingers out of my cunt, and rolled me onto the ground, face first. He pushed down on my shoulders, and I got on my knees, sticking my ass up in the air. With one motion, he pulled down my shorts to my knees, exposing my pussy. The crowd was whipped into a frenzy, shouting "FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" over and over. Steve stood up, releasing me, but I didn't dare move. There was a fire burning between my legs, and there was only one thing in the world I wanted at that moment. The crowd gasped in unison, and I heard Marty comment, "Dear lord, that is a monster cock if I've ever seen one. Godspeed to you, Steve, make us proud!" I quivered in anticipation. Steve knelt between my feet. "Please, fuck me," I moaned. I felt the bulbous head of his cock at my slit, it felt massive. My lips slowly, agonizingly parted to accept his rock hard cock. It felt a million times better than the dildo had. Inch by inch he worked himself in, stretching me. It hurt a lot at first, but the pain eased up, and was replaced by pleasure. There seemed to be no end to his cock, as it filled me, deeper and deeper. The thought of his massive cock sliding into my body-actually being inside of me-drove me wild. Hands gripped my hips, and he started pulling out again. His cock slid along the walls of my vagina, and I moaned with abandon. He started pumping, and I was lost to the world. The only thing in my universe was that massive rod, slowly sliding in and out of me, stretching me with every thrust. He picked up the pace, and I moaned louder. Soon enough he was pounding me with full force, each stab sending shockwaves through my body. I could feel the orgasm building inside of me, it wouldn't be long now. Suddenly, I felt him grab my hair again, and pull me up on all fours. I was so close now, and started thrusting backwards in rhythm. "Look at how much he's enjoying this, folks. It's hard to believe just a short while ago he used to be a man, well that's not gonna be a problem much longer, is it?" I opened my eyes, surprised at hearing Marty again, and looked around. The crowd stared with rapt attention, open mouthed. Steve started grunting, and pushed in deep, and didn't pull out again. I could feel his cock twitching and pulsating inside of me, shooting his seed deep into my cunt. I made eye contact with a few people in the crowd, and just thinking about all these people witnessing Steve pump me full of cum pushed me over the edge, and I exploded. Wave after wave of euphoria pulsated through my body, and I was lost in bliss. When I came to again, I was lying facedown on the floor of the stage, breathless. Steve was nowhere to be seen. The crowd was talking excitedly, milling around the ring. The sound of camera shutters snapping was audible all around me. I realized I was lying there with my legs spread apart, and people were taking a lot of pictures. Steve's load was slowly seeping out of me, tickling me as it dribbled down my thigh. "That was fucking hot," someone in the crowd yelled. "Look at his cunt, look how wet he is." "I wish I could have a go at that hot piece of ass." As I was lying there, listening to the crowd's comments, and catching my breath, I started remembering why I was here in the first place. I had lost the match, there wouldn't be any money. None at all. I wanted to cry in frustration. I'd thrown it all away, and for what? The memory of Steve's gigantic cock plunging in and out of me rushed back, and I felt the longing again between my legs. Then I remembered the warning label. "WARNING: Effects become permanent if user is inseminated while transformed" The grim reality of the situation hit me. After Steve shot his load in me, I wouldn't be changing back. I'd be like this forever. Hundreds of people had just witnessed Steve take my manhood completely away from me. I was lying here in front of an entire crowd of people-bare naked-with my cunt full of cum on display. And despite it all, I was still horny. *** It's been a few weeks since that fight night now, and things are going pretty well for me. Since I didn't change back to being Paul, none of my creditors could find me, so I managed to get rid of my debts after all. Sometimes it's still a little bit weird, but I can't even remember what it felt like to have a cock, these days. I found a great job, too, working as an exotic dancer in a nightclub. You wouldn't believe the amount of tips I get, it's insane. Plus as an added perk, I get to have my pick of hot, horny guys that want to fuck my brains out. And once I determine which one has the biggest cock, I let them. -Paula (Formerly Paul) Satisfied Customer